you are not even close to winning “maddest at me for dropping” man bucky’s gonna death stare right into my soul when he finds out
[ 😮💨 ]
can you keep the powers part a secret? it was kind of a big deal, back in october, and i don’t want anybody with something to prove thinking now’s the time to do it
It's an "I've never been one" situation. Completely outside my scope. He's not a wizard, right? No shame if he is, I'm not magicshaming, just. One thing at a time.
[is he a vampire. a mummy?? are there sexy mummies now??]
I mean it, though. I ain't telling nobody, but if shit goes sideways You know where I am.
[ it’s another piece of corry to inspect, jagged glass held up to the light. both surprising and not that someone so confident could be inexperienced in other forms of intimacy. bob recalls that soft surprise, tucked in the contours of his face, when he’d tried to comfort corry in his suite. ]
uh huh really really well
[ he lets the talk of bucky and their shared, tortured lot slip away. corry’s tended him enough already. ]
no way we’re past the bailing threshold you’re [ another undefinable relationship. not just some guy he’s fucking, when that guy would have bolted after the void unspooled his worst memories. ] i’m not going anywhere i’ve already conned you into having me over tonight
Two really's, wow. I may develop an ego problem, if you aren't careful.
[deflection, because of course -- corry knows he's objectively good in bed, that he fulfills and satisfies and soothes things not everyone can. it's this flip side, softer and careful, like there's anything left worth protecting or thinking about inside him -- that's what disarms every time.
like now. we're past the bailing threshold, when bob knows the root, but not all the ugly ways it grew and festered and twined thorny and choking through the next twenty years. there's so much he doesn't know.
still. i'm what on the tip of his tongue.]
Ain't no con when I was thinking about it anyway. It's why I went to your suite. Ex-suite. Thought it was my turn to give an out. Even cleaned up, threw out all the bottles.
[ it may seem like a small thing to someone else — that effort to tidy up, to address the evidence of one’s own suffering in the room — but to bob, trying his hardest not to think about the coronal and the relief it offers, it means a great deal. ]
yeah? now i gotta take you up on it maybe even push my luck see how long it takes for you to kick me out after gold breakfast in bed, right?
You mean brunch in bed. I'm no morning bird, babe, I'm gonna be rolling over and cuddling for five more minutes til at least 10:30. You up for pillow duties, Bob? I run warm, remember. Sleep naked, usually. Big responsibility.
That's right, damn. This your way of warning me you're gonna steal all the blankets? Burrow on down in them? Cute.
[it's even more indulgent, in some ways, than the more raunchy fantasies -- corry doesn't usually let himself think about morning-after, about someone snuggled up under his chin, breathing in time with the pulse of his heartbeat under their cheek.
he's thinking it now, though, with his february-weary body longing for it. bob nestled like some hibernating forest creature, loose-limbed and relaxed and safe.]
I'm a very patient and fair taskmaster, so obviously extra work, extra reward. I'll keep a list. Keep track of whatcha deserve. Make sure I show all kinds of appreciation once there's no more audience, yeah?
so you’re saying i get all the covers and an IOU for prizes now i’m the one in trouble that kinda treatment’s gonna go to my head make me think this is the new standard
[ maybe it is, and people like yelena aren’t simply outliers. ]
i’ll come by after my shift tonight? just remember i’m gonna bruise easier now or well at all
Good. That's the plan. Think a little spoiling would be good for ya, sweetheart. Professional opinion and all.
[something to offset 20-odd years of being conditioned to not take up space, time, attention, etc. -- balance out whatever hisses low and venomous in bob’s head all the time, since corry can't put that through the drywall.]
After your shift, deal. Put it on my calendar. That a "please be careful" or a "go nuts, happy belated birthday"? Or both?
[ unsure what to say to that, for all of the reasons listed and more. he still has the team because the power requires government oversight (and valentina holds hope something might come of project sentry). if he’s normal again — neither asset nor threat — nobody, what does that mean?
no free room and board at avengers tower, that’s for sure. ]
huh i was so busy thinking about the big pros and cons i kind of forgot the small stuff both?
[powers and lack thereof have thus far been firmly above corry’s paygrade, but -- the fact of it being bob changes things, somewhat. the brief moment before touching him when a part of corry braces to see, hear, witness that house (those houses) no longer being part of the landscape is -- something.
more pressing, though, the "small stuff".]
That's me, the details man. Worried I'm gonna break ya and send you back with my fingerprints all over?
[ corry is one of few people — among them armand and yelena — who make a point to untangle bob’s passing remarks, as if his point of view or preferences might be inherently interesting or valuable.
bob notices this. he notices a lot things. ]
i guess the second one in general i trust you and all
but tonight i just i just really wanted to see you
[ and not worry about the other stuff, for once. ]
[but -- he leaves it at that, lets the flirty, raunchy line of questioning lie, difficult as it is to turn off (pun not intended). because bob wants to see him. not fuck him, not have some need met (it isn't off the table, it never is, not when bob enters a room and corry’s body temp kicks up a couple degrees automatically in wanting).]
Yeah? I can be seen. Good at being seen. Tell me about how the other half lives and I'll show you the gold flake pepper grinder I stole from the dinner table.
Wouldn't mind a night off, now that I'm thinking about it. [a confession, subtle, sly: this month's worn on him more than he's let on.]
[ not off the table, no, but not, uh, the centrepiece? the main course? no longer the thing he’s thinking about when that’s all this place wants of him. a new angle on the body he merely tolerated before. that became a weaponised, unrecognisable thing after. now desired and used and still not quite his.
(the reason people paid attention to him at the commune in the first place. a stupid picture in a defunct group chat.)
he waits for corry to be the guy he always says he is, shallow and single-minded. ‘course he finds himself unsurprised, when corry isn’t that way at all. ]
now that’s gotta be a sign of the apocalypse
[ teasing through the starburst of relief he feels on reading that. ]
yeah it’s a lot right? the real stuff and the fake stuff and everything at once wanting to and not wanting to makes my head spin
[corry blames the damn house -- his usual pattern of love 'em and leave 'em falls apart when he can't have a heated, entangled encounter with a stranger, then slip out the hotel room door when the sun rises. when he looks up from his breakfast and the body that had been beneath his the night before is standing at the buffet, taking the last of the watermelon cubes. the eyes he'd last seen hazy and heated, the mouth that had been moaning his name -- brightening, grinning, respectively, and corry had been fucked, fucked. because it's either stay the asshole in an inescapable cage, alienate the entire household, or let himself soften in places. just a few, enough to make him palatable, worth keeping.
bob's one of them, a fact that starts to fit like a well-worn jacket, two months in. corry's not been able to keep him at arm's length at all, if he's truly fucking honest with himself, has slipped easily into the back-and-forth, into the way bob fits in his arms, in his bed. maybe that's what makes the allowance easier -- that this isn't easy for him either. that he's craving something not purely sexual, not parceled out and lit up and glitzed for an audience. he wants to be boring with bob, so boring everyone changes the channel, lets them be alone for the first time all month.]
Yeah, it's pretty fucked up. Like hedonistic sex castle? Sure. Why not. But it's not for me, y'know? It's not mine. Ours. Someone else's watching. Never liked that, even giving classes. Always kept it real professional, everyone dressed, talked clinical through it all. I mean, obviously people still popped boners, but it's cause it's me. Can't blame em.
Don't like being sold, either. Kinda poisons it, when I think too hard about it.
[closer, nudging closer, and acknowledging what hurts doesn't make it better. just makes it ache, unleashed from where corry's kept it locked up all month.]
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Call me surround sound the way I get into it.
[somewhere, a chuckle.] Coulda just sent ME the u up question mark text.
The fact that you're thinking about that first says something, y'know.
The comfort of people taking advantage of you.
But yeah.
Sounds like a shit deal.
One more way your body ain't yours, huh?
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[ very stupid very horny ]
we’re all being taken advantage of
but yeah
yeah
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You ever try that? Sounding?
Not talking to everyone, am I.
Talking to you, so what I care about's you.
And I'm sorry, Bob. Shouldn't happen this way.
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i haven’t but um
i would
[ whew. ]
well thanks for caring
that helps
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Important to have a sexy bucket list, I feel.
[bemused:]
I start by chewing you out and now you're thanking me for being caring.
Enough to make a guy feel invincible, y'know.
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bucky’s gonna death stare right into my soul when he finds out
[ 😮💨 ]
can you keep the powers part a secret? it was kind of a big deal, back in october, and i don’t want anybody with something to prove thinking now’s the time to do it
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Godspeed, babe.
I'll be the soul of discretion and if anyone fucks with you I'll put them through the wall. 🙂
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this a i’m too old for boyfriends or too cool and casual situation?
bucky says he’s too old but he’s going on a hundred
[ you guys r soooooo funny about this. ]
very subtle
appreciate it ☺️
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He's not a wizard, right? No shame if he is, I'm not magicshaming, just. One thing at a time.
[is he a vampire. a mummy?? are there sexy mummies now??]
I mean it, though.
I ain't telling nobody, but if shit goes sideways
You know where I am.
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kinda thought i was the only one here who didn’t know what i was doing
[ teasing, just a little. ]
he’s the older model of what i am
no scary experimental stuff, classic formula
[ all the good hero crap. ]
thanks corry
that means a lot to me
i’m with you too, for the record, whether or not shit goes sideways
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At least the stuff I CAN do, I can do well.
[right 👀👀👀 tell him he's good 👀👀👀]
Jesus, it's that common?
Still human experimentation, isn't it? Don't think you can call that not scary in any contexts, Bobby.
[a beat, thumbing over i'm with you like pressing at a new bruise.]
Sideways seems to be the main direction shit goes. Especially around here.
Won't blame you if something comes out and you gotta bail, hear me?
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uh huh
really really well
[ he lets the talk of bucky and their shared, tortured lot slip away. corry’s tended him enough already. ]
no way
we’re past the bailing threshold
you’re [ another undefinable relationship. not just some guy he’s fucking, when that guy would have bolted after the void unspooled his worst memories. ]
i’m not going anywhere
i’ve already conned you into having me over tonight
[ ‘cause he’s not leaving, once he’s there. ]
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I may develop an ego problem, if you aren't careful.
[deflection, because of course -- corry knows he's objectively good in bed, that he fulfills and satisfies and soothes things not everyone can. it's this flip side, softer and careful, like there's anything left worth protecting or thinking about inside him -- that's what disarms every time.
like now. we're past the bailing threshold, when bob knows the root, but not all the ugly ways it grew and festered and twined thorny and choking through the next twenty years. there's so much he doesn't know.
still. i'm what on the tip of his tongue.]
Ain't no con when I was thinking about it anyway.
It's why I went to your suite.
Ex-suite.
Thought it was my turn to give an out.
Even cleaned up, threw out all the bottles.
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yeah?
now i gotta take you up on it
maybe even push my luck
see how long it takes for you to kick me out
after gold breakfast in bed, right?
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You up for pillow duties, Bob?
I run warm, remember. Sleep naked, usually.
Big responsibility.
Big, girthy, huuuuge responsibility 😏
[are you regretting this yet, bob.]
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[ it’s another fantasy, but one he wants to indulge more than ever. intimacy that’s chosen, not forced. ]
does sound like i’m on more than pillow duty though
extra work, extra reward?
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This your way of warning me you're gonna steal all the blankets? Burrow on down in them?
Cute.
[it's even more indulgent, in some ways, than the more raunchy fantasies -- corry doesn't usually let himself think about morning-after, about someone snuggled up under his chin, breathing in time with the pulse of his heartbeat under their cheek.
he's thinking it now, though, with his february-weary body longing for it. bob nestled like some hibernating forest creature, loose-limbed and relaxed and safe.]
I'm a very patient and fair taskmaster, so obviously extra work, extra reward.
I'll keep a list. Keep track of whatcha deserve.
Make sure I show all kinds of appreciation once there's no more audience, yeah?
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now i’m the one in trouble
that kinda treatment’s gonna go to my head
make me think this is the new standard
[ maybe it is, and people like yelena aren’t simply outliers. ]
i’ll come by after my shift tonight?
just remember i’m gonna bruise easier now
or well
at all
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Think a little spoiling would be good for ya, sweetheart. Professional opinion and all.
[something to offset 20-odd years of being conditioned to not take up space, time, attention, etc. -- balance out whatever hisses low and venomous in bob’s head all the time, since corry can't put that through the drywall.]
After your shift, deal.
Put it on my calendar.
That a "please be careful" or a "go nuts, happy belated birthday"?
Or both?
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no free room and board at avengers tower, that’s for sure. ]
huh
i was so busy thinking about the big pros and cons i kind of forgot the small stuff
both?
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more pressing, though, the "small stuff".]
That's me, the details man.
Worried I'm gonna break ya and send you back with my fingerprints all over?
Or hoping for it?
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bob notices this. he notices a lot things. ]
i guess the second one in general
i trust you and all
but tonight i just
i just really wanted to see you
[ and not worry about the other stuff, for once. ]
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[but -- he leaves it at that, lets the flirty, raunchy line of questioning lie, difficult as it is to turn off (pun not intended). because bob wants to see him. not fuck him, not have some need met (it isn't off the table, it never is, not when bob enters a room and corry’s body temp kicks up a couple degrees automatically in wanting).]
Yeah?
I can be seen. Good at being seen.
Tell me about how the other half lives and I'll show you the gold flake pepper grinder I stole from the dinner table.
Wouldn't mind a night off, now that I'm thinking about it. [a confession, subtle, sly: this month's worn on him more than he's let on.]
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(the reason people paid attention to him at the commune in the first place. a stupid picture in a defunct group chat.)
he waits for corry to be the guy he always says he is, shallow and single-minded. ‘course he finds himself unsurprised, when corry isn’t that way at all. ]
now that’s gotta be a sign of the apocalypse
[ teasing through the starburst of relief he feels on reading that. ]
yeah
it’s a lot right?
the real stuff and the fake stuff and everything at once
wanting to and not wanting to
makes my head spin
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bob's one of them, a fact that starts to fit like a well-worn jacket, two months in. corry's not been able to keep him at arm's length at all, if he's truly fucking honest with himself, has slipped easily into the back-and-forth, into the way bob fits in his arms, in his bed. maybe that's what makes the allowance easier -- that this isn't easy for him either. that he's craving something not purely sexual, not parceled out and lit up and glitzed for an audience. he wants to be boring with bob, so boring everyone changes the channel, lets them be alone for the first time all month.]
Yeah, it's pretty fucked up.
Like hedonistic sex castle? Sure. Why not.
But it's not for me, y'know? It's not mine. Ours. Someone else's watching.
Never liked that, even giving classes. Always kept it real professional, everyone dressed, talked clinical through it all.
I mean, obviously people still popped boners, but it's cause it's me. Can't blame em.
Don't like being sold, either.
Kinda poisons it, when I think too hard about it.
[closer, nudging closer, and acknowledging what hurts doesn't make it better. just makes it ache, unleashed from where corry's kept it locked up all month.]
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belated cw survival sex work, dubcon, suicidal ideation, domestic abuse, the usual
cw: allat, underage, murder, the usual cocktail
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