❝ Being theatrical doesn’t mean you have to be a nuclear explosion. It can be a quiet storm. You just have to radiate emotion, express what’s deep inside you. That’s what theatricality is truly about. ❞
Fic readers/writers, in belated honor of National Bow Tie
Day, what’s your favorite reference to a bow tie in fic? Mine is below, an excerpt from chapter 23 of
my fic Here Comes The Sun:
Blaine unbuttoned Kurt’s vest slowly and took it off him,
then started on the buttons on his shirt, kissing each newly revealed bit of
skin as his shirt came open. Kurt was
tingling, paralyzed as Blaine kissed him everywhere. Blaine came back up to his collarbone after
his shirt was unbuttoned, nuzzling and licking. Kurt gave himself over to it
and just let Blaine caress him, loving the feel of his lightly calloused
fingertips as they slid over his skin.
Finally Kurt made himself move. He
untied Blaine’s bow tie and slid it off, the sound of the silk moving through
Blaine’s collar going straight to his cock.
It has been years since he had heard that noise in this context, but
apparently his body still recognized it as a precursor to his boyfriend getting
naked, and responded accordingly. He
quickly unbuttoned Blaine’s shirt and then they were pressed together, glorious
skin against skin. Kurt ran his hands up
and down Blaine’s back, and then over to his chest, running his fingers through
the dusting of dark hair there. Blaine
gasped as Kurt flicked at a nipple, then soothed it with his tongue, repeating
the process on the other side.
"What do you want?“ Kurt panted against Blaine’s
neck. They were still perched on the
edge of the bed, Blaine sitting on Kurt’s legs, his hips pushing and searching.
"Bed?” Blaine breathed out. “Clothes off?"
Here Comes the Sun is AU after 5x02; Klaine, 117k. When the New Directions’ bus crashes before
Nationals, Finn is killed and Blaine is badly injured. Grieving and damaged, Kurt
and Blaine call off their engagement.
Two years after the tragedy, they run into each other in New York City. Klaine;