[Matt took Blaine's weight, cool mouth peppering lazy kisses across his shoulder as he ran his hands across the sweat kissed skin, smearing the moisture as he holds Blaine in place.

The situation being what it was, if Matt went back stinking of Blaine, the whole powderkeg would be lit. He didn't know what he was going to do, so he tried not to worry about it. There would be plenty of time for thinking later that night, when he was alone in his bed.

For now, he was just trying to press this moment into some kind of immortality that he could carry with him in his pocket. To draw in and stain himself with Blaine's scent; part of him screamed to do it defiantly. To choose how he would and to hell with the consequences. Hi held a kiss on his shoulder for a long moment before speaking quietly and roughly.]

We're idiots.