chris and darren have dance rehearsals and can't show up sore so they can't fuck which leads to super hot intercrural OR do something with prostate milking

crisscumfer:

When they both realize what day it is, they’re already three fingers in, and it’s like someone dumped a bucket of ice water on them. 

"Is it really Tuesday?" Darren asks, and he’s whining, bucking back against Chris’s fingers, sweaty face buried in the pillow. 

Chris sighs, leans down and bites Darren on the curve of his ass before pulling out begrudgingly. “It is,” he says, and he’s whining a little bit, too. 

It’s just they haven’t gotten to do this in so long. It’s been sloppy blowjobs in their respective trailers or frottage while they’re both too tired to really get into it. Now that they’re awake and ready and have time at their disposal, they’ve got dance rehearsals standing in their way.

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Every morning, I get to wake up next to you… Walk you to the subway… Walk you to class… And most days I get to have lunch with you.

katuriankaturiankaturian:

Thanks @themarkwildman for always making me look like a badass

katuriankaturiankaturian:

Thanks @themarkwildman for always making me look like a badass

stopandimaginelove:

Sept. 18, 2014  @ approx. 9pm PST

stopandimaginelove:

Sept. 18, 2014  @ approx. 9pm PST

nikolek: Chris hugged Joaquin and everyone at video village and then said hi to us 😊

klaine + purple/teal

Fic: Support

alianne:

Summary: Kurt is having an insane week. Blaine just wants to help. Which is proving to be just a tad difficult…

A/N: Written for the klainebingo prompt “taking care of”; (one of these days I’ll learn how to be succinct but today is not that day): ~3,200 words

There are many things Blaine loves about Kurt. Too many to really list all of them; he knows, he’s tried. Countless times actually, watching Kurt sleep curled up in their bed on a Saturday morning, trying to write him a love song, coming up with the perfect speech for his proposal. But there is just no way to summarize Kurt in a few words, or a few paragraphs even, and so Blaine just accepts the fact that he’ll never fully be able to express the way he feels in something as simple as words words.

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