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[courtinsession]

I should stop being surprised by your childhood stories, and yet...

["Borderline" nothing, that was a full-on porn sound, and it sort of leaves Corrigan staring for a second, his brain short-circuiting with horny.]

...you almost done?

[kyley_b]

What? You didn't have a boy band when you were little?

Hm? Oh, uhm, not quite. [He goes back to his omelette happily. And tries a different mimosa.]

You're done?

[courtinsession]

Uhhh, no. I can't play any instruments. I wanted to be a ninja, actually.

[Corry slumps back in his seat, pouting again and returning to his pancakes.] You're a goddamn tease is what you are.

[kyley_b]

Dude! We used to play ninja too! We put out my friend Butters' eye!

What? No I'm not! I said I would blow you after brunch!

[NO indoor voice.]

[courtinsession]

...you had a friend named "Butters"?

[Corry chokes on a bite of pancake, reaching out to smush his hand over Kyle's mouth.]

You don't need to announce that!

[kyley_b]

Yeah. Well, his real name is Leopold.

[Kyle looks wide eyed, then... licks Corry's hand. Take that!]

[courtinsession]

Ah. I would've gone with "Butters" too, then. [...your name is Corrigan, how is that better than "Leopold"??

Corry makes a scrunched-up face of disgust, taking his hand away, but only so he can grasp Kyle's chin, firmly.] I'm telling the waitress you're cut off. No more champagne for you.

[kyley_b]

Butters Stotch.

I've only had two! I'm allowed three. [He's pouting.]

And nobody was listening, god. Don't be a prude.

[courtinsession]

Terrible. Why are all the children from your hometown named terrible things?

[Corry rolls his eyes, but nudges the as-yet-untouched pineapple mimosa over.] Brat. Fine. But stop making sex noises while you eat.

[kyley_b]

Most of us had normal names! Readout it was just Butters and Tweek and Tolkien.

[GASP! But oooh, mimosa.] I didn't! I was enjoying my food, that's all.

[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.

[courtinsession]

[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!

[courtinsession]

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.

[courtinsession]

[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.

[courtinsession]

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.]

[courtinsession]

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.]

[courtinsession]

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.

[courtinsession]

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.