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[courtinsession]

"Just". That's three more than normal, Kyle.

[Corrigan huffs out a little laugh, polishing off the last of his pancakes. His expression is surprisingly soft when he glances over at Kyle.]

Just like you can't tell when you're being a hick, you have very poor perception about when you're being sexy.

[kyley_b]

[Kyle goes pink and looks down, sipping his mimosa before returning to the last of his omelette.]

M'not sexy.

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[Corrigan frowns slightly, resting his elbows lightly on the table.]

Who told you that?

[kyley_b]

Uh, everyone ever?

[He shrugs.] It's cool. I've got lots of other good qualities. I'm really smart. Not a genius like my little brother or anything, but still!

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Hm.

[Corrigan reaches across the table, taking Kyle's hand gently.]

I think you are. Do you believe me?

[kyley_b]

[Kyle stares, wide eyed and pink cheeked. He wants to believe, he really does, but some scars run too deep.

So he lies.]

Sure.

Sorry, I wasn't like... fishing for compliments.

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[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.

[kyley_b]

[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.]

This was really good. Thank you.

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You're welcome.

[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.]

[kyley_b]

Mm. Yeah. Remember what I said about the hair.

[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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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.

[kyley_b]

Uh, YEAH, which is why I've started reminding you. Last time you tried to convince me it would "define the curls."

[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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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.]

In this car, sweetheart, you aren't the boss.

[kyley_b]

I had to try and rinse jizz out of my hair before class in a public bathroom! It was nightmare!

[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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Sue me for thinking a quickie in the bathroom might be fun, jeez. Who's the princess now?

[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.

[kyley_b]

I'm not a princess! If you had longer hair you'd feel the same way!

[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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I wouldn't shriek about it!

[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.

[kyley_b]

Dude. You so would.

[Kyle pulls back so he can look indignant.]

Uh, right now? You are putty in my hands.

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Am I? [Corrigan widens his eyes, batting them innocently, doing his best putty impression.] Oh, I see.

And what will you be doing with your absolute mastery of this situation, hm?

[kyley_b]

Yeah, dude.

[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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-- woah, woah, hey, hold on.

[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.]

[kyley_b]

Oh. You sure?

[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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Sure I'm sure. Less choking hazard.

[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.

[kyley_b]

Yeah. And I don't wanna like, bite it or something... and then the driver can't hear... yeah, lots of compelling reasons.

[Kyle shivers and presses close, skinny arms around Corry's neck.]

That could be cool.

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Mmmm-hmm, so many. Countless compelling reasons.

[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?