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Smile Once In A While
By Rayna
Pairing: Corey/Joey
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None, really.
September, 2004
He positively ached. He ached for the game: the hunt, the capture, and most importantaly, the caging. Something so beautiful should be kept and admired, worshipped, not allowed freedom where it could acquire flaws. Imperfections were not acceptable.
Corey moved stealthily, as he had taught himself to. He had done all the research: watched his target at all hours of the day and night, and had been running off less than four hours of sleep. He kept records of photographs and information he'd caught in his stalking. He had everything he needed and an ego to ruin it all, but he kept himself in check because he knew if he put too much pride in his work, it would take over his common sense and he would fail in his task. For years, he'd watched, waited, but not anymore. Enough was enough; it was time to make a move and failure was not an option. He needed it. It was time.
Like a lion waiting to pounce, he scrutinized every movement of the one he wanted. The diminutive object of his fascination was oblivious to him, and contempt burned Corey's heart because of it. He watched closely to judge the other's mood, tone of voice when he ordered another drink, his posture. All of these aspects would play a part in the outcome of the night, and would ultimately decide the fate of the tiny fawn who had no idea what was waiting in the tall grass. Corey knew he had to time things just right...
It was in that mode induced by four glasses of Coke and Jack that Joey found himself the prey of a very dangerous animal. Corey moved in for the kill, slinking forward toward the bar where Joey sat, sipping his fifth drink. His glazed eyes cleared and brightened when he saw Corey.
"Hey!" he exclaimed, swiveling around on the barstool. "I didn't think I'd see anyone I know tonight. I'm glad you're here, though, 'cause I don't think I can drive. I'm a little bit drunk, ya see..." He grinned sweetly and ran a hand through his hair, moving it out of his eyes.
Sweat trickled down the back of Corey's neck. Distractedly, he reached back and wiped it away, then dug into his pants pocket for his wallet. He put some money on the counter to pay for Joey's drinks, then pulled Joey to his feet.
Joey swayed unsteadily and would have fallen flat on his face if Corey hadn't caught him and put an arm around him. "You smell good, Corey." Joey giggled and stumbled as his foot caught on the floor, but again, Corey braced him. "Where're we goin'? I don't really want to go back to my place because my sister's there, which is why I left, 'cause she's all crying and shit because her boyfriend left her, or something. I don't know, but I don't really want to go back. Is it alright if I come with you? You aren't busy tonight, are you? How about we--"
"You can come with me," Corey said, cutting him off.
Joey smiled and rested his head on Corey's shoulder. Outside, Corey helped him into the car and seatbelted him in. Joey was talking, but it was such nonsense that Corey only paid him one ear's attention. Joey grew silent eventually.
Corey was having trouble concentrating. It was Joey's breathing that was distracting him. Twice, he'd taken his eyes off the road to look at his passenger, and twice he'd nearly run a stop sign. To lessen the noise, he turned on some music, but found that he missed the sound of Joey's breathing and turned it back off, ending up right back where he'd started.
After what seemed like hours but had really been no more than thirty minutes, Corey pulled into the parking lot of his apartment complex. His neighbor was on vacation, so that meant privacy.
Joey was asleep. He didn't feel the care Corey took in carrying him up to the second story room where Corey lived. Corey held Joey to his chest as he unlocked the door, then gently lifted him back up and took him inside.
He put Joey down on the couch and kneeled next to him. He studied the perfect face, then reached out and touched it - warm, smooth flesh under his hands. His fingers moved to Joey's neck, where he felt the life pulse rhythmically right under the skin. Pulsing and throbbing ... He caressed the major artery and had to fight the urge to put his lips to it, to taste it, to destroy it. He shook his head to clear it and, after pausing for another moment, undid Joey's black leather tie and put it on the floor.
Joey made a soft purring noise when Corey began to unbutton his black and red work shirt. It was a tedious task with all the little buttons, but very rewarding as bit after bit of powder-white skin was revealed. He pulled the shirt open, but not off, and studied Joey's chest. It was flawless - as though made out of the purest, whitest marble that ever existed. Slowly, he brought his eyes back to Joey's face. He'd never seen someone, anyone, male or female, who could even be compared to Joey's beauty, much less rival it in any way. It was almost frightening - the possessive feeling that overtook Corey in that split second. He wanted that beauty all for himself; no one deserved it but him.
"And by god, I'll have it," he said aloud.
Oxygen burned his lungs. He was so nervous, so excited. He inhaled deeply, exhaled, calmed himself. A fascination so long matured would not be satisfyed with a ten minute fuck, oh no - Joey would be lucky to ever see the light of day again.
Corey sat back on his haunches and stood up. He went to the kitchen and got a few ice cubes, hoping to wake Joey up without having to resort to a cold shower, which would be unenjoyable for them both. He took the cubes in his palm and swiped it down Joey's smooth stomach. Joey shifted his hips and furrowed his brows, but he didn't wake up. Corey ran the ice cubes over Joey's nipples, watching hungrily as they hardened and grew rosier in color. He let his hand move downward again, leaving a trail of water down the center of Joey's stomach, over his abdominal muscles, and finally down to the fine trail of hair that led to the one place Corey would have killed to be.
The cold sobered Joey up quickly. He hadn't drank much to begin with, so he was only slightly foggy-headed when he opened his eyes. His teeth clattered together at the unexpected cold and he looked imploringly at Corey.
"What'cha doin'?"
Corey met his gaze. "Waking you up." He ran his thumb over the sensitive skin around Joey's navel. "How do you feel?"
"Cold," Joey replied immediately. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched the beads of water run off him and onto the couch. He looked at Corey, whose eyes were distant. Corey seemed more detached than usual.
"Are you okay?" Joey asked worriedly. He touched the side of Corey's face and gasped as Corey caught his hand. Unsure, Joey moved his fingers, a nervous look on his face.
"No, I'm not okay."
Another few creases formed in Joey's forehead. "What's - What's the matter?"
Corey shook his head. "Nothing you should worry yourself about." He paused. "You'd help me if you knew you could, wouldn't you?"
Instantly, Joey replied, "Of course, Corey. You know I would. What do you need?" He tried to pull his hand away, but Corey wouldn't let go.
Corey brought Joey's hand back to his face and nuzzled against his palm. "We'll talk later. Right now, how about a shower?"
Worry still shown on Joey's face, but a shower sounded great. "Okay."
Corey let go of Joey's hand and stood up, heading to the hall closet for a towel and wash cloth. He switched the bathroom light on and set what he had on the sink, then went back to the living room where he found Joey laying on the floor, whining and clutching his leg.
"Joey? What'd you do?" Corey asked, hurrying down beside him. He turned Joey onto his back and sighed to see that it was only a scraped knee; carpet burn, actually, but it was bleeding. "That's what you get for wearing ripped jeans," he reprimanded quietly.
"It hurts!" Joey cried, burying his face in Corey's lap.
Corey closed his eyes and stroked Joey's hair. "It's alright. I'll clean it up for you, okay?"
"Uh huh." Joey tried to stand up, but his legs wouldn't support him.
Corey lifted him up and carried him to the bathroom. He put the toilet seat and cover down and set Joey on it, then began to fill the tub with warm water; Joey was in no condition to stand up and shower. Joey was still sniffling about his knee, and was quietly muttering to himself.
Corey returned to him and slipped the shirt the rest of the way off. Joey didn't complain about being undressed; he trusted Corey completely and didn't want to risk hurting himself anymore if he fell again. He pretended to be finger-combing his hair so Corey would unbutton his pants, and the ploy worked. Corey popped the button open and unzipped them, then carefully supported Joey's lower back so he could pull the pants off. Joey sighed softly, loving the attention. It was like affection, but he knew Corey didn't feel anything other than brotherly love toward him. Either way was fine; it made him feel warm and safe, to know someone cared however much for him.
By the time Joey was in only his silk boxers, the tub was three quarters of the way full and Corey reached over and shut it off. He tested the water with his hand and it was perfect.
"Alright, Joey?"
Joey looked at Corey and then looked confusedly down. "What about my..." He motioned to his boxers.
One side of Corey's mouth quirked up. "Of course. How stupid of me to forget those, when I've already taken the rest of your clothes off." He held Joey in a standing position, with himself still on his knees, and again steadied him with a hand on his lower back. With his other hand, he tugged the boxers down, and purposely exhaled on Joey's cock that was no more than half a foot away from his face.
A noticeable shiver ran through Joey. His eyelids became heavy and fell half closed at the warm puff of breath on his cock. If not for the alcohol he'd drank, he would surely have grown erect at the stimulation, but because of it, he only felt the arousal and didn't show it.
Corey scooped Joey into his arms and gently placed him in the tub. Just as he'd feared, Joey sank like a rock. He snatched Joey's head out of the water and Joey gasped, dazed.
"What'd they slip into your drink, I wonder?" Corey muttered to himself, stroking the back of Joey's head where he was holding it up from the water. Joey wasn't tall enough for his feet to support him at the end of the tub, so to leave him unattended would certainly result in him drowning. Corey didn't mind, though; in fact, he relished in getting to touch Joey this way. It got him familiar with Joey's body without having Joey nervous or scared. Perhaps Joey wouldn't be afraid at all when the time came. Perhaps he would trust him, or even have mutual feelings. Such thoughts buzzed through Corey's mind as he ran the soapy cloth down Joey's chest, over his back, along his legs. He got between his toes, his fingernails, and as unsuspiciously as he could, his private areas. Joey suspected nothing, and actually looked to be enjoying himself, which made Corey relax.
Joey closed his eyes as Corey ran the cloth over his cock. It felt wonderful, but didn't last nearly long enough for him to become aroused. Corey spread his legs more and washed his backside, his balls, ignoring the slight squirming Joey made to try to increase the touch. Joey sighed as Corey pulled away.
"Want me to wash your hair, too?" Corey asked, rinsing Joey off.
"Uh huh, if you want to. I don't want it to get greasy..."
Corey carefully lowered Joey's head further into the water, getting all of his hair under but not his face. With his other hand, he spread Joey's hair out, making sure all of it was wet, then raised him back up. Next to the tub was a bottle of Pantene that Corey grabbed and lathered onto Joey's head before setting him back down and rinsing it out.
"Corey?" Joey asked as Corey was lifting him out of the tub and setting him back on the toilet seat, which had a towel draped over it.
"Yeah?"
"Is it okay if I sleep here tonight? You aren't doing anything tomorrow, are you?" Joey raised his eyes to meet Corey's. "Can you make room for me?"
Corey felt a pang in his chest. "I always have room for you, Joey." He quickly answered the other questions: "No, I'm not doing anything tomorrow, and of course you can stay the night, or however long you need." Or however long I want you.
Or forever.
"Do you want to wear your old clothes or some of mine?"
Joey chewed on his bottom lip. "Can you put some Neosporin on my knee first?"
"Yeah." Corey went to the cabinet and grabbed some. "I completely forgot about that." He took Joey's leg and bent it so that his knee wouldn't be crinkled and put some Neosporin onto his fingers. He anticipated the whimpers that came with him rubbing the soothing cream on, but it still made his heart wrench to hear Joey cry like that. He cursed himself. Some unsympathetic maniac he was; he couldn't even get pleasure out of pain, so how was he supposed to get anything in taking Joey against his will?
Forget it. I can't do it. I can't hurt him. He's too innocent, too ... trusting. I can't destroy that trust he has in me.
Internal war won, he offered Joey a normal smile which Joey returned, like a child would after getting a shot at the doctor's and being rewarded with a lolly pop. The pain was forgotten and all Joey was focusing on was Corey's smile. It had been a long time since he'd seen it.
"You should do that more often," he said, touching the corner of Corey's mouth.
"What?" Corey murmured, kissing Joey's fingertip as Joey ran it across Corey's lips.
"Smile. I love it when you smile."
"Lately, I haven't had much to smile about."
Joey ran his fingers over Corey's face, seeming to forget the pain in his knee, that he still needed clothes, the world that was still turning outside that bathroom. "And I gave you something?"
Corey closed his eyes as Joey stroked his fingertips over them. "You always do."
"Can I give you something else that might make you smile?"
Heart thundering in his chest, Corey choked on the word, "What?"
Joey gave a final stroke of his thumb over Corey's eyelid and pulled his hand away. Corey's eyes shot open and he locked them on Joey's. Joey blushed and nervously looked away.
"What?" Corey asked again, calmer this time, inquisitive.
"Me?" Joey whispered meekly, bringing his eyes back up to meet Corey's. He blushed darker.
Corey couldn't believe it. It was a sign - it had to be. He'd refused to take and now here Joey was, offering himself, with no persuasion whatsoever. All the blood drained from Corey's body and flowed directly into his cock, brought on by that one simple word: Me.
But the nagging thought was there. "You're drunk, Joey."
"Not anymore. Look." Joey pushed himself up to his feet, not noticing that Corey hadn't moved from his spot in front of him. His cock bumped Corey's chin, and Corey was too stunned to even see that Joey could stand on his own, without assistance. Corey grasped Joey's hips and pushed him backward so that he'd sit back down. Joey spread his legs, breath coming faster than before.
Corey moved closer to him, between his legs, hands still gripping his hips. Joey's cock had finally come to and was swollen, jutting beautifully out from his abdomen. Have to touch. Have to taste. Eyes on Joey's, he slowly brought his lips to the tip of Joey's cock. Joey's thighs twitched as he shifted, chest heaving. Corey let his tongue come out and taste the salt and musk of Joey. Delicious. He wet the entire length before taking it fully in his mouth, swirling his tongue around, hardening more at the sounds of Joey's gasps and broken pleas. Joey's hands clenched into fists first, then the edge of the toilet seat, before finally settling in Corey's hair.
Corey almost closed his eyes but he fought off the urge. Instead, he looked back up at Joey, who was fitful in his pleasure. His head was tilted back against the wire cabinet behind him, eyebrows furrowed, with such a euphoric look on his face that Corey wanted to keep him there forever, on the very edge of release. He slurped loudly to get Joey's attention, and as Joey's eyes shot down to him, he took a deep breath to open his throat and went all the way down, taking every single inch of Joey down his throat. Joey's eyes widened impossibly and his jaw fell slack, and when Corey swallowed, his body arched up off the seat. If Corey hadn't been holding him, they would have both toppled backward and hit the floor hard, but Corey held tight to his hips and let pulse after pulse of Joey's warm essence shoot down his throat. He pulled his head back and sucked the excess saliva off Joey's cock before letting it fall from his mouth.
Joey trembled as post-orgasmic waves still crashed over his body. He didn't move or speak when Corey lifted him up and took him into the bedroom, laying him down gently on the bed. Finally, he opened his eyes and sighed happily to see Corey, undressed, crawling toward him on hands and knees.
"Do you want me, Corey?" Joey asked dulcetly, tweaking his nipples to make them harden. He tilted his head to one side and smiled, opening his legs so Corey could crawl between them.
"I want you so badly, it's all I think about. I've wanted you for years, since we were both nineteen ... My god, you have no idea. If you knew..."
"What do you do when you think of me?"
Corey shuddered and buried his face in Joey's neck, where he nipped the artery he'd wanted to earlier that night. "All depends on what you're doing. I can't name a time I haven't been thinking of you."
"How about when I'm doing this?" Joey reached down and wrapped his hand around Corey's weeping erection.
Corey groaned. "God, Joey ... When you're doing that ..." He sighed, pushing his hips forward, and lowered his voice. "I can see you, I can almost feel you ... and I stroke it slow so it'll last."
Joey slowed his hand and let Corey move against him. "Why do you want to make it last?"
"So I can fuck you," Corey growled rougher than he meant to.
It only turned Joey on more and he tightened his grip. His own erection was reawakening and he took his hand away, then moved his hips up against Corey's. They both groaned at the friction of their cocks grinding against one another, but just when Joey was getting into it, Corey stopped and reached under the pillow. Joey turned his head to look and laughed breathlessly when he saw that Corey had gotten some lube.
You will be mine. Corey smoothed the lube on over his achingly rigid cock and then, with the leftover on his fingers, prodded Joey's opening. Joey whimpered in anticipation, moving around restlessly as Corey slipped a finger inside him, then two. His eyes slid closed when they moved in and out, and he found himself relaxing and enjoying it after less than twenty seconds.
"Okay, Joey?" Corey asked, pulling his fingers out.
Joey sighed and nodded. "Uh huh." He cringed slightly when he felt the head of Corey's massive erection press against him.
Corey pushed gently, being careful not to go too fast. Deeper. His hips threatened to move of their own volition, but he ground his teeth to help him stay focused and kept a steady pace. So intent was he on his own body that he didn't notice the tears running from Joey's eyes until he was halfway inside him. He looked up and his face softened. Joey made no noise at all other than his labored breathing, but the tears flowed freely. Corey leaned over him and kissed the tears away, licked them off Joey's cheeks, unconsciously pushing himself deeper inside.
Joey was shaking like a leaf from sheer nerves; the fact that Corey, his best friend, who he'd always loved, had always had that late-night thought of what if, was inside him, kissing him, loving him. He wasn't crying from pain, but from utter elation.
"God, Joey," Corey sighed as he found he couldn't go any farther. "Can you feel me?"
Words completely failing him, Joey nodded. Corey kissed him on the lips, the first real kiss they'd shared all night, and it was like a bolt of electricity shot through Joey. He returned the kiss hungrily and moved his hips, grinding his cock against the soft hair on Corey's belly. Their hands tangled in each other's hair as they picked up a rhythm. So good. So fucking beautiful. Mine. MINE. Yesss...
Corey sped up, already nearing the end. He'd been insanely aroused when he'd put Joey in the bed and knew he wouldn't last much longer, so he reached down and gripped Joey's cock, jerking him off in time with his thrusts. Their tongues slid against one another, the slight saltiness of their first encounter making Joey shiver with excitement. His muscles clamped down around Corey, who gasped loudly, and with one last, almost volatile thrust, he emptied himself inside Joey. Corey whimpered quietly, brokenly, and it was that sound that spurred Joey's own orgasm, and the spasming of his body further milked Corey's cock until he had nothing more to give and collapsed, spent, on top of Joey.
They panted harshly, still clinging to each other, until Corey pulled away and fell next to Joey. Joey instantly curled around him like a kitten; he even purred when Corey stroked his hair.
Once their breathing had returned to normal and they were on the brink of sleep, Joey asked in a quiet voice, "Does that make you smile, Corey?"
Corey laughed, a genuine, sleepy, satisfied laugh, and pulled Joey closer to him. "You make me smile."
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