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[kyley_b]

OH MY GOD CORRY

i wouldn't wear a tie!

[But he'll spend a long time glowering at his closet. Fashion is not really his thing, but he doesn't want to look like Corry picked him up off the street out of pity. He does his best. At the restaurant he sort of hovers outside because he's about fifteen minutes early.]

[courtinsession]

[You would totally wear a tie, Kyle, and it would be hilarious.

In contrast, Corry is a full 10 minutes late, no text, and he comes sauntering up casually like he's in no hurry whatsoever. At least he's hot, right? That's his idea of casual morning brunch attire.

Kyle gets that stupid cock smug half-smile and a chin-up nod.] You found it.

[kyley_b]

[He is really, REALLY hot.

Ugh.]

Of course. I know what Google maps is.

[courtinsession]

And I'm so proud that you do. [Corrigan’s still grinning, stepping close enough to slide his hand around and shamelessly squeezing at Kyle's ass. Yes, he knows damn well they're in public. Yes, he knows Kyle hates PDA. No, he's not letting that stop him.]

Missed you, babe. [This might be directed solely at Kyle's ass.]

[kyley_b]

[Kyle scowls but since he's also blushing it's hard to take him seriously.]

Oh my god, stop it.

[He can't help but lean in just a little. Corry smells great.]

[courtinsession]

[It certainly is, and of course Corry has never once taken anything seriously in his life, so why would he stop now? He frowns, clicking his tongue in disapproval.] Hush, I'm having a tender reunion with your ass.

[Keeping his hand right where it is, Corrigan leans forward to rest his chin on Kyle's shoulder, giving one of those smug smirky grins.] I don't think you want me to stop. In fact, I think you're hoping I'll suggest us going home and ordering in brunch instead of waiting through a whole meal before I can get my hands on you.

[kyley_b]

This is what I love about you: you clearly are attracted to my intellect. [Said SO dryly.

Now, Corry isn't precisely wrong, but by SAYING it he's activated the Broflovski Stubbornness Gene, so Kyle pulls back, shaking his head.]

No way. You promised bottomless mimosas.

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[Corry is fully 34 goddamn years old, but when Kyle scoots away from him, he scowls and whines like a grouchy teenager.] But I don't like waitinggggg, Kyle.

[He reaches out, grabs Kyle around the waist, nuzzles at where his neck and shoulder meet.] Come onnnn, it's been forever. [It has been, at maximum, a week.]

[kyley_b]

[People exiting the restaurant glance over at them and Kyle flushes red.]

Corrigan! You promised me brunch, dude!

[Even if part of him is tempted to cave if only so it will be less hassle. But no, people are STARING. You'd think after a few years in the city Kyle would realise nobody gives a shit, but no.]

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[There's a moment of perturbed grumbling against Kyle's neck, but then Corrigan heaves the heaviest sigh of all. Like he's so put out by...his own promises.]

Fine. But I get your ass after. [He plants a firm kiss on Kyle's neck, then releases him. Then he's striding forward, reaching our as he does to catch one of Kyle's hands and tangle their fingers together.]

[kyley_b]

Thought you wanted my mouth.

[Muttered. He gets tugged along after, trying not to smile when he realises their hands are entwined.

He looks around the restaurant and feels out of place. Corrigan looks right at home, of course.]

[courtinsession]

I will be making a very compelling argument for both.

[Corrigan is crude and a jerk, but he can feel the discomfort radiating off Kyle in waves at the level of upscale this place is. So he steps closer, does that thing where he squares his shoulders and lifts his chin and looks disdainful and dismissive and in total control of the world and his place in it.

And he squeezes Kyle's hand tighter.] You're fine. Don't pass out.

[kyley_b]

Hope springs eternal.

[Kyle scowls and straightens up. He really is extremely tall.]

I won't.

[Even if he can't help but marvel over the fact that this is definitely going to be the most expensive meal he's had in ages.

Seated, he looks over the menu.]

Mimosas...

[courtinsession]

[He is, like a ginger string bean. Corry sits as well, absently flicking through the menu with the air of someone who's read it so many times it's second nature. And indeed, when the waitress arrives, it's with a "Your usual, Mr. Molloy?"]

Please, yes. Bottomless mimosa flight too, please. [The waitress nods, scurrying off.] They have a variety with different juices -- orange, grapefruit, pineapple. Thought you'd like the variety. I can have them hold the gold leaf, though.

[kyley_b]

[Kyle looks up, eyes a little wide, and smiles. The expression does wonders for his face.]

Really? I didn't know they came in anything but orange.

[He sets his menu aside - he's already decided on an omelette with "artisanal toast."]

You come here a lot.

[courtinsession]

[Oh, that's cute. Corry ducks his head and sips at his water to hide his own smile. He has an asshole reputation to uphold, Kyle, stop being cute.] I'm a convert to the pomelo kind, actually. Very sweet.

I do. I'm a brunch fan. [A pause, a careful glance.] I usually come alone.

[kyley_b]

Yeah? I don't think I've ever even had a pomelo...

[Kyle hoists an eyebrow. He doesn't believe that, but he's not precisely bothered by the idea.]

Uh huh. All the other guys get Denny's, huh? So I should be extra grateful?

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Mmm, it's like an extra-large grapefruit. They make a good peach-pomelo caramel here. [What even is that, Corrigan.

He arches an eyebrow right back, as the waitress delivers the tray of delicate crystal glasses with various flavors of mimosa.] If they get brunch at all.

[kyley_b]

Oh. Uhm. Is that dessert...?

[Kyle thanks the waitress and places his food order when prompted. Then he studies the glasses and picks what he thinks is grapefruit, sipping it cautiously.]

This is good!

And I know what you're trying o do.

[courtinsession]

They use it on the pancakes, so I guess it depends if you consider that a dessert.

[Corrigan doesn't order -- they know his regular, after all -- but picks up the pineapple mimosa and sips it. This last comment gets both eyebrows arched.]

What am I trying to do, then?

[kyley_b]

Ohh. Should I have gotten that?

[Kyle snorts.]

You're trying to make me feel special so I'll do things.

[courtinsession]

It's my regular, so I could be convinced to share. Maybe.

[Corrigan hums softly, still eying Kyle over the rim of the glass.]

Is that how it works? I ply you with fancy food and you agree to try reverse cowgirl or something?

[kyley_b]

Just a taste.

[The mimosa is delicious and it's not going to last long. Thank goodness there's more!]

I think that's how YOU think this works, yes.

Why do you make me sound like a pastor's daughter or something?

[courtinsession]

Maybe if you're good.

[So many more. There's also a basket of biscuits and little porcelain cups of butter and jam because this place is Like That. Corry is going to tuck into the biscuits as they speak.] I see. How does it really work, then?

I was thinking farmer's daughter, but it's a similar vibe.

[kyley_b]

[A smug look, because of course he'll be good!

How it works is that I'll already do what we agreed because you're buying me brunch. You don't gotta butter me up.

[Kyle snorts.]

Just because I'm from a hick town doesn't make me all innocent.