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[courtinsession]

[That makes Corry pause, reaching up to brush Kyle's hair out of his face, expression thoughtful.]

Better be careful, saying sweet things like that. You'll make me want to stick around.

[kyley_b]

You say that like it's a bad thing.

[He props himself up on his elbows, looking at Corry curiously.]

I mean, I clearly wanted to see you again. Still do. I want to know all about you.

Why is that bad?

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Not bad.

[Corry sits back on his heels, absently smoothing a palm up and down Kyle's thigh, like it soothes him.]

Just new. And a little intimidating, like most new things.

[kyley_b]

I'm intimidating?

[He sits up a little more, genuinely shocked.]

Dude.

I won't hurt you.

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You might. [Corry huffs out a sigh, flopping onto his side.] I don't think you'd ever mean to, bit you might.

More likely I'll fuck up and hurt you.

[kyley_b]

Yeah, well. I'm not a child. I know the risks of dating, dude.

[He turns to lay on his side so he can look Corrigan in the face.]

Who hurt you before?

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Still. Hurting you would be -- it'd feel extra shitty.

[Corry’s face twists a little, a flash of genuine old pain flickering through. Then he shakes it off, forces stony calm again.] That's -- not important. It's fine, I mean.

[kyley_b]

Seems important to me.

[Kyle reaches over and gently touches Corry's hair. He offers him a smile.]

Hey. No judgement.

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[Another one of those shrugs, albeit a little more stilted.] Short list, a lot of people real early.
That classic damn thing where you get fucked over and get real cautious about getting close.

It's a cliche.

[kyley_b]

People aren't clichés, Corrigan. You are not a cliché.

[He touches Corry's cheek.]

I'm not like... gonna ask you to be my mate. I'm not dumb. But I'd love for you to feel comfortable talking to me about stuff. I won't use it against you.

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[Without thinking, Corry turns, nuzzling into the touch, closing his eyes.]

...I left home really young. Too young. I met someone who said he'd watch out for me. He'd take care of me.

He didn't. [Eyes still closed.] Later, he said he'd done me a favor, teaching me early that people couldn't be trusted.

[kyley_b]

Oh, dude. He lied.

[He begins slowly petting his head.]

Not everyone is like that. But don't blame yourself for believing it, either.

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[Oh, that's nice. Corry reaches out, arms going around Kyle and tugging him closer. He's still turned on, but not enough that things are uncomfortable.]

Some people are. It's easier to deal with that type of person. I'm not as sure what to do with the good ones.

[kyley_b]

I mean, you don't have to do anything about the nice ones at all.

You don't have any friends, do you?

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Sure I do. Or -- I want to.

[Corry shoots Kyle a glowering sort of frown.] Ouch. I have friends. They're mostly far away, but they exist.

[kyley_b]

Well, what do you want to do?

So you're lonely. [Just zoning in on that.] But you're scared to open up to people.

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I don't know. Do right by the good people, I guess.

[That gets an annoyed sort of huff, and Corry tugging and one of Kyle's curls.] I'm literally lying naked and talking about my feelings right now. That's pretty open.

[kyley_b]

Well. This is a good start.

Yeah, but you're fucking me and I'm encouraging you every step of the way because I want to know you.

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[Another tug at Kyle's hair, this time to prompt him to look up.] Do right by you, is what I mean.

I'm not actively fucking you yet. What else do you wanna know? I'm a sad old guy with trust issues. That's pretty much it.

[kyley_b]

Then this is a very good start.

Well not this second, no. Smartass. But like... I wanna know everything. You can't tell me everything in one sitting, though, I know that.

You don't have to be so mean to yourself, dude.

Uhm. But, okay. I'll ask some questions. ...have you ever like... you've never like, bonded with someone?

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Is it? Well, good, I'm already achieving excellent points. Do I get points in Pre-Coital Therapy?

[Corry hums thoughtfully, starting to nuzzle at Kyle's neck. He can get frisky and share his soul at the same time, okay.] There's a lot. And you'll have to share about yourself too. Equal opportunity.

...I had a really good friend as a kid. His home was like mine, I was there so damn much. When we got older he was my first -- everything. Everything, with him.

[kyley_b]

You absolutely do.

Hey, I'm an open book. [Liar. He chuckles and snuggles closer, hands tracing patterns on Corry's back.]

Really? What happened to him, did he die?

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Hell yeah, gonna give me a gold star? [Corry nips at Kyle's throat, nearly hard enough to leave a mark. He's not thinking, not considering the ramifications of putting hickeys all over an omega he hadn't claimed. Bad manners, generally speaking.]

All right. What's one thing you'd change, if you could pick? [Wow, right to the point.]

I sound that tragic, huh? No, we just... [Corry trails off, frowning unconsciously.] Grew apart. Which -- feels fucked, y’know? That someone you loved that much could just become...a fuckin' Facebook birthday reminder.

[kyley_b]

[Kyle makes a squeaky sort of noise, then hums happily. He wants to be marked up.] Yeah. Totally.

A little tragic. But yeah, I do know. One day you'd die for them and then a few years later... you never even talk anymore. I've thought about it a lot. And you know, I've come around to thinking that maybe we shouldn't buy into this lie that some things last forever, and that it's not bad that they don't. Humans hate change, so we're really bad at just seeing the beauty in thing once they end.

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[That's -- a super cute noise, wow.] That's a healthy way of looking at it. I'll always love him, and who I was with him, but I'm not that person anymore. Nobody's fault. Is what it is.

[Corry bites harder, where Kyle's neck and shoulder meet.] You didn't answer my question.