Reform!Reed has a different way of dealing with things when Shane becomes a little too forward and forgets his boundaries. When enough is enough…he will tell you.
”It’s not really that bad an idea.” Shane grinned, from ear to ear, a glint of challenge in his eyes. Reed didn’t even have to turn around to see it.
Reed sighed and he did turn around, sheathing his paintbrushes into the backpocket of his jeans, and he rose, moving to Shane, who watched him curiously. The taller boy’s eyes widened as Reed moved over his lap and sat there, facing him, arms draped around his neck in the very image of relaxation.
That was new. That was definitely new and Shane stared at him in amazement.
"Hmm…" Reed gently picked at Shane’s curly hair with talented fingers and gave him a nonchalant look. "So that’s tonight…? That’s the plan…? With Blaine and the twins and the others…?"
"…yes…" Shane choked out, staring at him and pretty certain that he was hallucinating. There was no way he had lucked out like this. "That’s…that’s the plan." Hesitation. "Come with me?" he blurted out, as his hands found their way to Reed’s slender waist.
"Hm…" Reed smiled angelically at him.
That was when Shane felt the blade pressing at his throat.
Reed kept smiling like an angel. “Shane…?”
Frozen, Shane tried not to swallow. That blade felt sharp. “…yes…?”
With the hand not pressing the blade to Shane’s skin, Reed cupped his cheek and leaned close. “…if you try…to slip your hands into my jeans to grab my ass again…I really will be forced to castrate you…and leave you bleeding for the medics to find…” And Reed bestowed him with his sweetest smile yet. “And I think Blaine would be on my side even if you are his brother…okay?”
"…d-duly noted…" Shane whispered, more in shock than actual fear.
"Good." Reed sighed and did not retract the blade for a moment longer. He seemed to be considering him. "Well then."
The little paring knife was retracted at last. Shane exhaled in relief—and then Reed caught his mouth in a long, deep kiss, drinking him in. Shane didn’t even have the time to collect his frazzled faculties and kiss back before he felt Reed shoving him away and walking away from him, headed back to his canvas. “Leave my room please,” the artist said politely. “That’s all you get.”
Shane nodded, dazed, spots swirling in his eyes. “Okay…” he muttered. He couldn’t stop the huge grin from coming into his face as he staggered out of Reed’s room. He felt light on his feet, death threats aside.
Reed glanced back to his now empty doorway and smiled to himself before resuming work.