[If this were the first time they'd done this, if there weren't a history of snsrky comments and bickering and hookups, Corry might have believed the lie. It's more comforting, believing there isn't that deep a wound on someone he's (against all odds) sortt of beginnung to care about.
But he doesn't argue this time, not three mimosas in. He just squeezes Kyle's hand, then let's go to steal a bite of his omelet.]
I know. I don't think you're capable of fishing for compliments.
[Kyle keeps his eyes downcast for a moment, not entirely sure how to react. He's much more used to verbally sparring with Corrigan, to volleying insults back and forth. Sincerity is new and a little scary.
But it's also nice.
He finishes up and pushes his plate aside, finally looking back at Corrigan. He grins.]
[Corrigan absently scribbles some large tip on the receipt, then stands, checking his shirt for any syrup spots.]
You can thank me properly in a bit. [The smugness is back, the cockiness, evident in the way Corry’s hand settles on the back of Kyle's neck and squeezes possessively.]
[Kyle looks up, and for the briefest of moments he looks positively impish. But then he's getting up, fussing with his own shirt and pushing in the chair.]
Have I ever forgotten the hair rule? [He has. Multiple times.
Corry does that thing where he messes around on his phone and a big unmarked black car appears our of nowhere. But he holds the door of it open, like a true gentleman. Even if he bossily adds:] Don't touch the mini-fridge, you've had enough alcohol.
And it did! Sort of. Not ideally, but there was definitely definition!
[Corrigan chuckles in amusement, sliding into the car as well. As soon as the door's closed, he's reaching out, grabbing at Kyle's waist to drag him closer, practically into Corrigan’s lap. There's a note of something barely restrained, predatory in his face.]
[But the neck-kissing does feel good, as does Kyle's warm, lanky body in his lap. The car starts driving, and Corry leans back, exposing more neck and sliding his hands under the waist of Kyle's jeans.]
[Look, it might be sarcastic, but Kyle is still going to accept that as confirmation. He mouths the juncture of Corry's neck and shoulder before he tries to wriggle off his lap.]
I promised you head. God, please don't let the driver slam on the brakes...
[Corry keeps his grip on Kyle firm, not letting him wiggle away.] You don't -- I mean, I don't have anywhere to be. You don't need to rush. You could, uh...come back to my place. If you wanted.
[That's...new. Corrigan never invites anyone back to his place, period.]
[His voice is casual, but his expression is almost embarrassed, shy. His hands slide back up under Kyle's shirt, thumbs absently stroking up and down the notches of his spine.]
[Especially the not-biting-his-dick reason. That's a great reason. Corry looks very pleased with himself, one hand coming up to smooth Kyle's hair away from his champagne-flushed face.]
Yeah? You think you can handle a whole night with alllll my attention on you?
[Kyle might spend most of his time bickering with Corry, but underneath the sexually charged antagonism is a lonely young man who really isn't used to anyone doing anything that could be construed as romantic with him.
[Corry is fully aware of this, because he was that lonely young man not too long ago. And it ended poorly, it always does, so he'd always resolved to be kinder, someday. To not get in too deep, to not toy with people's emotions.
Yet here he is.
He pushes the thought away, sliding his hand into Kyle's hair and tugging him down to kiss him, firmly, deeply, lingering.] You sure as hell better. No tapping out. I've got big plans for you, darlin'.
[He does, and it's -- endearing. A lot about Kyle is endearing. And not what Corry had expected. He keeps his hand in Kyle's hair, moving down to nuzzle and kiss down the side of his neck.]
[Kyle sighs, hands mapping the terrain of Corry's back and shoulders. There's a rational part of him warning him not to get carried away, but it's easy to ignore. Especially after three mimosas.
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Date: 2022-09-06 02:11 am (UTC)So he lies.]
Sure.
Sorry, I wasn't like... fishing for compliments.
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Date: 2022-09-06 02:23 am (UTC)But he doesn't argue this time, not three mimosas in. He just squeezes Kyle's hand, then let's go to steal a bite of his omelet.]
I know. I don't think you're capable of fishing for compliments.
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Date: 2022-09-06 02:44 am (UTC)But it's also nice.
He finishes up and pushes his plate aside, finally looking back at Corrigan. He grins.]
This was really good. Thank you.
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Date: 2022-09-06 03:12 am (UTC)[Corrigan absently scribbles some large tip on the receipt, then stands, checking his shirt for any syrup spots.]
You can thank me properly in a bit. [The smugness is back, the cockiness, evident in the way Corry’s hand settles on the back of Kyle's neck and squeezes possessively.]
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Date: 2022-09-06 03:46 am (UTC)[Kyle looks up, and for the briefest of moments he looks positively impish. But then he's getting up, fussing with his own shirt and pushing in the chair.]
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Date: 2022-09-06 04:31 am (UTC)Corry does that thing where he messes around on his phone and a big unmarked black car appears our of nowhere. But he holds the door of it open, like a true gentleman. Even if he bossily adds:] Don't touch the mini-fridge, you've had enough alcohol.
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Date: 2022-09-06 04:35 am (UTC)[Oooh, fancy! But Kyle pauses before climbing in to be a brat:]
Oh, I'LL tell you when I've had enough!
[Huff! But he gets in the car.]
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Date: 2022-09-06 04:39 am (UTC)[Corrigan chuckles in amusement, sliding into the car as well. As soon as the door's closed, he's reaching out, grabbing at Kyle's waist to drag him closer, practically into Corrigan’s lap. There's a note of something barely restrained, predatory in his face.]
In this car, sweetheart, you aren't the boss.
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Date: 2022-09-06 04:49 am (UTC)[Kyle lets out an indignant squawk.]
Uh, excuse you, I'm the boss wherever I say I'm the boss!
[As he leans in to nuzzle Corrigan's throat.]
Like you're in charge. Pffft.
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Date: 2022-09-06 04:54 am (UTC)[Corry arches both eyebrows, tugging Kyle easily to straddle his lap -- and so he can reacquaint his hands with the younger man's ass.]
Uhhhh, I'm always in charge. That's kinda my thing.
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Date: 2022-09-06 05:06 am (UTC)[It really is a fabulous ass - surprisingly so, considering that the rest of Kyle is skin and bones. He wriggles a little bit, kissing Corry's neck.]
Bullshit. I'm clearly in charge.
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Date: 2022-09-06 05:23 am (UTC)[But the neck-kissing does feel good, as does Kyle's warm, lanky body in his lap. The car starts driving, and Corry leans back, exposing more neck and sliding his hands under the waist of Kyle's jeans.]
Name one time you've ever been in charge.
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Date: 2022-09-06 05:31 am (UTC)[Kyle pulls back so he can look indignant.]
Uh, right now? You are putty in my hands.
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Date: 2022-09-06 01:30 pm (UTC)And what will you be doing with your absolute mastery of this situation, hm?
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Date: 2022-09-06 04:13 pm (UTC)[Look, it might be sarcastic, but Kyle is still going to accept that as confirmation. He mouths the juncture of Corry's neck and shoulder before he tries to wriggle off his lap.]
I promised you head. God, please don't let the driver slam on the brakes...
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Date: 2022-09-06 06:00 pm (UTC)[Corry keeps his grip on Kyle firm, not letting him wiggle away.] You don't -- I mean, I don't have anywhere to be. You don't need to rush. You could, uh...come back to my place. If you wanted.
[That's...new. Corrigan never invites anyone back to his place, period.]
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Date: 2022-09-06 06:57 pm (UTC)[He is shocked. While Kyle's shitty apartment has always been open to Corry he realises he's not even sure what part of town Corry lives in.]
I mean. Yeah, yeah that would be cool. I don't have anywhere to be either.
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Date: 2022-09-06 07:05 pm (UTC)[His voice is casual, but his expression is almost embarrassed, shy. His hands slide back up under Kyle's shirt, thumbs absently stroking up and down the notches of his spine.]
You could -- spend the night. If you wanted.
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Date: 2022-09-06 07:26 pm (UTC)[Kyle shivers and presses close, skinny arms around Corry's neck.]
That could be cool.
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Date: 2022-09-07 01:47 am (UTC)[Especially the not-biting-his-dick reason. That's a great reason. Corry looks very pleased with himself, one hand coming up to smooth Kyle's hair away from his champagne-flushed face.]
Yeah? You think you can handle a whole night with alllll my attention on you?
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Date: 2022-09-07 01:54 am (UTC)[Kyle might spend most of his time bickering with Corry, but underneath the sexually charged antagonism is a lonely young man who really isn't used to anyone doing anything that could be construed as romantic with him.
He smiles, smitten.]
Yeah, dude. I've got endurance! I've got skills!
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Date: 2022-09-07 02:06 am (UTC)Yet here he is.
He pushes the thought away, sliding his hand into Kyle's hair and tugging him down to kiss him, firmly, deeply, lingering.] You sure as hell better. No tapping out. I've got big plans for you, darlin'.
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Date: 2022-09-07 02:19 am (UTC)Yeah? I think you implied your big plan was gonna fuck my face. There's more now?
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Date: 2022-09-07 02:38 am (UTC)Oh, much more. That's only the appetizer, really.
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Date: 2022-09-07 06:01 am (UTC)He snickers and rocks his body against Corry's.]
Oh yeah? Good. You make me hungry.
[Pause. Then in case it weren't obvious he adds:]
For sex.