#blars

Blake had been half-braced to move away, but then Lars was moving even closer, and Blake could feel the soft rush of his breath, just enough to skim across his skin. His heart thumped in his chest like he had been running for hours, the rushing blood almost making him lightheaded. Everything felt... surreal, heightened by adrenaline and nerves, like a dream Blake had had a thousand times over. He wanted desperately to move, to close the gap between them, but memories of Tyler held Blake frozen where he stood. Everything had gone so wrong after he had kissed Tyler, the one time Blake had acted on his feelings before. He trusted Lars to keep his secret even if this all went wrong, but... he just didn't know if he could carry that pain all over again. But Lars... it wasn't true that Blake had only acted on his feelings once. He had talked with Lars, told him things he thought he would keep bottled up all along, and Lars had carried those secrets with so much kindness. He was so kind, and so close... Blake looked up into his eyes again, warm and rich and knowing. Lars knew him. Like nobody else ever had. And he was so close, and warm, and tall... Blake finally stopped fighting his instincts, heart hammering in his chest as the invisible bands holding him back snapped and he surged forth, pressing his lips to Lars'. In his dreams this had been a dramatic, passionate moment, hungry and desperate after years of yearning, but reality didn't carry the same kind of gravitas. He could barely bring himself to do more than press his lips to Lars', leaning up slightly to reach. For all the drama the physical moment lacked though, Blake's inner world was doing somersaults. He had never felt anything like the joy and relief of letting himself be, of taking a chance on his feelings, of living in this moment where he was here, alive, kissing Lars.