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Ramon?
[But off he goes. Iggy sighs and settles back.
Corry is... different. He hates to think it, it smacks of romanticism, but none of Iggy's other guys would have come to his aid. He's not sure how to feel about it besides grateful.]
[But off he goes. Iggy sighs and settles back.
Corry is... different. He hates to think it, it smacks of romanticism, but none of Iggy's other guys would have come to his aid. He's not sure how to feel about it besides grateful.]
[There's a soft conversation, a higher, petulant voice insisting that they want to come inside and make friends, and then a short "absolutely not, go away" from Corry before the door closes. Then he returns with some fancy Michael-Kors-esque tote bag, out of which he produces a steaming to-go container of soup, copious amounts of cold medicine, water, Gatorade, the whole nine yards.]
Sorry. My assistant is -- shrill.
Sorry. My assistant is -- shrill.
That's okay.
[Iggy sits up, actually interested in the soup.]
People think I'm going to be shrill, you know. And then I'm not and it fucks them up at first, heh.
[Iggy sits up, actually interested in the soup.]
People think I'm going to be shrill, you know. And then I'm not and it fucks them up at first, heh.
You're the least shrill person I know, baby. [Not true at all, but it's a nice compliment. So is the soup -- hot, steamy, full of chicken and veggies and spices and very clearly not from a can. There's a spoon too and yes, Corry is going to spoon-feed Iggy. Hush, he's caretaking.]
Mostly! My voice is pretty low! Gay, but low.
[Iggy has no shame - he opens his mouth for soup.]
[Iggy has no shame - he opens his mouth for soup.]
Mmm, compared to some. [Corry has a very deep, resonant voice, which he's very vain about.
Oh, like a little bird. Cute. It's almost the perfect temperature, too, not too cold.] Good?
Oh, like a little bird. Cute. It's almost the perfect temperature, too, not too cold.] Good?
Well, not compared to you. You sound like James Earl Jones.
[He nods.]
Very good, thank you.
...you know. You're really very good to me. I owe you whatever you want.
[He nods.]
Very good, thank you.
...you know. You're really very good to me. I owe you whatever you want.
He's the one in Star Trek, right? [Corry, no.
His expression softens a bit -- goes a little sad.] Not everything is transactional, love. Sometimes I do things because I want to. Not because I expect you to pay me back.
His expression softens a bit -- goes a little sad.] Not everything is transactional, love. Sometimes I do things because I want to. Not because I expect you to pay me back.
No, the dad from Lion King.
[He catches that look and immediately feels awful.] Sorry. It's not you. It's me. I'm just... used to it.
[He catches that look and immediately feels awful.] Sorry. It's not you. It's me. I'm just... used to it.
Huh. Never seen it.
[Corry shakes his head, putting the lid back on the soup and moving to settle beside Iggy again.] No, babe, don't be sorry. I know, remember? I know.
[Corry shakes his head, putting the lid back on the soup and moving to settle beside Iggy again.] No, babe, don't be sorry. I know, remember? I know.
It's good.
Yeah. But. Ugh.
...I have always made other people happy. I think maybe it's why I'm good at what I do. So it's weird to not like... reciprocate. Or something.
Yeah. But. Ugh.
...I have always made other people happy. I think maybe it's why I'm good at what I do. So it's weird to not like... reciprocate. Or something.
Considering how many times you've sucked the soul out of me via my dick, I think you can call it square, babe.
[But he gets it. He remembers.] I like taking care of you. That's reciprocation for me. Think of it that way?
[But he gets it. He remembers.] I like taking care of you. That's reciprocation for me. Think of it that way?
[He snortsgiggles and then coughs.]
Sorry.
Yeah? Okay. I can handle that. You're very good at it.
Sorry.
Yeah? Okay. I can handle that. You're very good at it.
Yeah. Used to make a whole lifestyle of it, y'know. [Casual ways to drop that you're super into BDSM while your not-boyfriend is sick.]
You know. The lifestyle. [A pause.
A sigh.] Did you ever see 50 Shades of Grey?
A sigh.] Did you ever see 50 Shades of Grey?
Ohhhhh!
Jesus, Corry, I thought you meant you had a medical fetish!
[He looks at Corry reproachfully.]
You've never asked me to do that stuff.
Jesus, Corry, I thought you meant you had a medical fetish!
[He looks at Corry reproachfully.]
You've never asked me to do that stuff.
No, no. [Another pause, then a shrug.] Well, I mean, I'm not opposed to medical kink, it can be fun.
Because it's a commitment. It's -- marriage level shit. [He smooths Iggy's hair back, thoughtfully.] But if you mean just -- kinkier things, I wasn't sure if you'd be interested.
Because it's a commitment. It's -- marriage level shit. [He smooths Iggy's hair back, thoughtfully.] But if you mean just -- kinkier things, I wasn't sure if you'd be interested.
Oooh baby, pass the catheter.
...oh. [A rarity: he goes pink.]
Corry. I can do kink. I'm a professional. Just like... don't shit on me, otherwise whatever.
...oh. [A rarity: he goes pink.]
Corry. I can do kink. I'm a professional. Just like... don't shit on me, otherwise whatever.
[That gets a laugh, and a tug on one of Iggy's curls.] More so the restraints, but sure, if that's your kink.
That's not one of my things, don't worry. [He has a very thoughtful look on his face, still playing with Iggy's hair.] I know you are. But it's -- less casual, I suppose. For me. I know that doesn't make a lot of sense. I can get very intense, and I didn't want to make it...too much.
That's not one of my things, don't worry. [He has a very thoughtful look on his face, still playing with Iggy's hair.] I know you are. But it's -- less casual, I suppose. For me. I know that doesn't make a lot of sense. I can get very intense, and I didn't want to make it...too much.
Not mine.
[Iggy falls quiet, just staying where he is, thinking. When he speaks again his voice is soft.]
No, that makes sense. And I actually appreciate and admire your boundaries.
But if you ever feel comfortable enough, I'll do that for you no problem. I don't think you can do anything to me that I can't handle.
[Iggy falls quiet, just staying where he is, thinking. When he speaks again his voice is soft.]
No, that makes sense. And I actually appreciate and admire your boundaries.
But if you ever feel comfortable enough, I'll do that for you no problem. I don't think you can do anything to me that I can't handle.
I want you to want it too. [Corry chuckles, kissing Iggy's gross sweaty forehead again.] That's the best part. I don't want you to do it just to make me happy, you know? I want you to do it because it'll drive you nuts if you don't.
Oh.
[He falls quiet again.]
I don't not want it. I like anything that makes me feel alive.
[He falls quiet again.]
I don't not want it. I like anything that makes me feel alive.
That's not the same thing. [He's gentle about it, though, tracing his fingers in little looping patterns on the back of Iggy's neck.] Feeling alive and enjoying something is all very well and good, but there's -- a lot of trust in kink. A lot of surrender. It can go badly very easily.
I trust you. I really do.
I mean... I let you come over.
I mean... I let you come over.
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