Magic Of: Two

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Corin's first thought when he woke up was that his head didn't hurt nearly enough for the day after his birthday. For the last few years, he'd gone to school on his birthday and skipped the next day, spending it in a room with curtains drawn and drinking out of a gallon jug of water.

With the way he felt now, laying in a semi-dark room with his eyes closed, he wouldn't even have to spend half of the day in bed. Crying shame, in his opinion, and a total waste.

But when he opened his eyes, he remembered. Saw Simeon laying on his stomach, sheet pushed down to his waist, and not a stitch of clothing in sight. And remembered.

Holy bleeding hell, was he ever fucked.

But that didn't mean he had to freak out. No, freaking out-- so not him. Below him, actually. Far below. He just needed to get out of here.

Lucky for him, Simeon slept like the dead and Corin shimmied easily down the bed and off it and oh fuck he was naked too, that was evidence enough even without a slightly stale tang of semen at the back of his tongue.

Fuck. He'd always had a crush on Simeon, but he'd never thought he would-- no. Not going to think about it right now. Going to get the fuck out, and think about it later.

On the way out, he nearly tripped over Simeon's latest prototype for one of his weird kinetic sculptures and he'd have felt so horrible about that but-- needed to get out. He finished pulling his jeans on, added his shirt to it, and was gone without a second look. (Though he'd be happy to see the sculpture once it was rendered in beautifully worked metal.)

The bright morning light made his head pound. He hadn't gotten wasted, but he had been drunk enough for a hangover. And he hadn't even seen Etienne, either, which was the biggest letdown and probably (irrationally, he thought) Simeon's fault somehow.

Corin caught a taxi a few blocks away and rode home in silence, paying the driver and then stumbling into his apartment. Luckily it was still too early for his roommates to be up and the place was dead. No one to witness his misery as he made his way to his room and flopped down on the bed.

A jug of water was on his nightstand: necessary preparation, he'd thought. He sat up and uncapped it, drinking deeply.

Fuck, he'd really done it, snatches of it were coming back to him now, the exact opposite of the way dreams worked: the more awake he got, the more he remembered. Simeon's obvious pleasure at Corin's panties, for one. Telling Simeon to fuck his throat, for another.

And more. The way Sim tasted; the way he kissed. The way he'd spent time finding exactly where Corin liked to be touched, liked to be licked.

Holy hell he was getting hard. Something he hadn't been able to do last night. He would have laughed at the irony, except he really didn't feel like doing anything but licking his hand, closing his eyes, and rolling onto his side as he jacked himself off.

Quick, no playing around, no time to think, just time to feel. Feel pleasure coursing through him, muscles tight and then loose as he came, biting his lip against any sounds.

Well. That felt nice. Didn't taste so nice, as he licked his semen off of his hand, but not rancid either.

Now he was going to roll over and go to sleep and not dream about Simeon.

✖

He did roll over, and he didn't dream about Simeon, but Corin didn't sleep. He inhabited that space between waking and sleep, until he heard his roommates outside in the living room, turning on the television.

Opening his eyes, he was pleased to see that it wasn't quite noon yet-- eleven thirty-- which meant that he still might have time to catch Etienne before he closed the shop for his half-hour lunch break.

Jeans and a t-shirt later (one with a design of his own silkscreened onto it) he was headed out the door with his messenger bag slung over his shoulder and a baseball cap on his head. He hadn't showered, so his hair was greasy, and the sun was far too bright this nearly-afternoon.

He arrived at De Soie et Dentelle just as Etienne was flipping the sign over, and had to wait while Etienne unlocked the door before he could be let in.

"I think I slept with my cousin last night," Corin said, in a rush, not bothering with hello. What was he, fourteen again? He had more self-control than this, although not apparently when it came to Simeon. "Well, I know I slept with him."

"Was it good?" Etienne asked, as he re-locked the door and flipped the sign.

"It was amazing." And a damn crying shame he'd been drunk, or he'd have enjoyed it more, but it probably wouldn't have happened sober. Catch 22.

"Then why are you upset and here instead of still in bed?" Etienne's tone was mild, amused, and the smile he gave when he turned to Corin was the same.

"Because he's my cousin and I've had a crush on him for years and I can't believe I did it, and--" Corin cut off, remembering the original purpose for his visit. "I didn't see you at my birthday party last night."

Etienne scowled. "That's because you were getting into a cab with someone I assume must have been your dear cousin when I got there."

"Right." Corin felt lame like a lame thing; best to liven things up a bit. Not to mention that he hadn't actually gotten any sex, before, and it would be a shame to pass up the opportunity while he was free. "Want to help me forget?"

In answer, Etienne led Corin back to the back room. It wasn't dusty or anything-- their stock moved quickly, apparently-- so Corin didn't do any sneezing, which was good because Etienne was kissing him and he'd hate to sneeze in the middle of a kiss. He hummed into the kiss, untucking Etienne's shirt and sliding his fingers into Etienne's jeans. "We have a half-hour, right?"

"Right," Etienne said, his hands busy with Corin's clothes. "So we'll have to save the more elaborate kinky games for another time, as fantastic as I'm sure you'd look in leather."

"How about a birthday blowjob?" Corin asked, because Etienne had wonderful lips and he'd imagined it quite often, the sight of them stretched open around his cock.

Etienne slid to his knees then and there, eyes already dark with arousal when his gaze flickered up to meet Corin's as he worked at the button and fly of the jeans.

"Been thinking about this a bit, have we?" Corin asked, even though the answer was obvious, because he wanted to hear Etienne say it and because it gave him a chance to thread his fingers through the blond strands of Etienne's hair.

"My lips will look fantastic around your cock," Etienne said, with a wicked sort of smile, and set-to.

Involuntarily, Corin's fingers tightened on Etienne's hair and pulled a bit-- not hard, it was just surprise, because Etienne took the whole length of Corin's cock at once. Which was wonderful but a bit overwhelming and he did not fail to notice the way Etienne's eyes rolled back and he made a sound in his throat. Corin pulled Etienne's hair a little harder, and was rewarded with another muffled moan.

Corin petted Etienne's hair, and pulled it again, pushing his hips forward at the same time. Etienne relaxed his throat and took it, amazingly, and Corin wished he was able to make himself do that.

Even without Corin at the reins, Etienne was good at blow jobs. With a good hold on Etienne's hair, Corin made what might have lasted ten minutes into something much longer, much better, with intervals of Etienne gasping and moaning and reaching down to touch himself too.

"You were right: you look gorgeous like this." It was dangerous to inflate Etienne's ego-- much more hot air and it would pop-- but Corin wanted to say it, needed to give some sort of praise. "Now keep going."

Once again, Etienne set-to. Beautifully, without hesitation, and Corin let Etienne do as he liked this time, head falling back and mouth open soundlessly as he came. Etienne swallowed, like the manwhore he was.

Corin slid down the boxes until he was sitting on the floor in front of Etienne, pulling him into a kiss and reaching forward to wrap his hand around Etienne's, around Etienne's cock. Etienne kissed only fitfully, and then not at all when Corin reached up and pulled on his hair.

Etienne came with a wordless groan, and wiped his hand off on a nearby towel. Corin wondered absently how many of his customers Etienne fucked. Probably not many, since it wasn't exactly common for men to shop for women's underwear regularly.

"Cheer up," Etienne said, a little breathlessly, into the silence. "It's not like you can have three-eyed kids with him or something."

Point. Now that the initial panic was past, Corin wasn't exactly sure how he felt about the whole thing. It wasn't like Simeon had ever had a long-term boyfriend that Corin had known of-- and he'd paid close attention-- so... time to find out why, he supposed.

"Thanks," he said, and meant it.

Etienne just smirked. "Anytime, darling. As long as there's a threesome waiting somewhere for me."

Corin laughed, because it didn't sound like a half bad idea. "We'll see."

✖

Etienne picked up his phone and for a moment considered letting it ring out. Simeon hadn't answered his call before, after all. It would serve him right.

He held out to the fourth ring, and then snatched the damn thing up and hit 'answer'. "You want something, darling?" Silly question. Simeon never called him just to chat. Etienne liked to hear him say it anyway.

"You know what I want," Simeon said. "Get over here."

"I'll be over in two shakes," Etienne said, and Simeon laughed down the line at him and hung up. Well, that was fine. He could use a session with Simeon. It would be excellent stress relief.

With that in mind, he headed for his closet to pick out an outfit, which meant nothing subtle. Simeon and him didn't really do subtle. Corin struck Etienne as more the romantic type and this cousin was probably the type who Etienne would call a 'sweet boy' and never actually bother to fuck. Simeon was rather the exact opposite.

Probably that was the reason they'd been fucking for over six months now and Etienne hadn't got bored yet. The 'sweet' ones tended to start turning clingy and going on about monogamy, something that Etienne thought was a fine idea in principle but didn't intend on ever getting involved with again.

Simeon just called him up once or twice a week for a fuck, and didn't ask questions about what Etienne had been doing when Simeon wasn't around. And-- and Etienne smiled as he found the pleather skirt he'd been looking for-- he had an appropriate appreciation for how good Etienne looked in easy-access clothing.

By the time he got to Simeon's apartment it was probably about two hours since the phone call-- right on time, then. He was glad to see the lift was working today. Those stairs were a killer when you were wearing heels.

He didn't run into anybody else on the way up-- not that he expected any real trouble from the art-school kids who seemed to take up most of the building. Etienne rang the bell, and waited.

After a couple of seconds, he rang it a few more times. It wasn't as if Simeon didn't know he was coming, the bastard, he could at least answer the door in a decent time. Finally the door opened, just a sliver, revealing Simeon dressed, or rather not dressed, in only a towel, and then closed again so Simeon could take off the chain.

When it opened again, Etienne was ready; Simeon got out about as much as "Persistant bastard, aren't you?" before Etienne demonstrated how much he disliked being kept waiting, with a kiss.

He heard the door click shut behind him, and then Simeon kissed back, taking over the way Etienne had been hoping he would, sliding his hands down to Etienne's ass to feel the panties (black, lace, very flattering) and squeeze, mmm.

The towel was a good look on him, although Etienne didn't believe for a second that that was the reason Simeon had been late to the door. "Why take a shower?" he asked, when Simeon actually gave him room to breathe. "I'm just going to get you dirty again, you know."

"I was sleeping, thank you very much," Simeon said, which, given the sexy bedhead he was sporting might even not be a lie. "The towel was just the easiest thing to put on."

Given that the towel was also now falling off as Simeon pulled Etienne close, Etienne decided not to argue. The movement of Simeon's hips was far more important, especially when Simeon flipped up the skirt and ground his cock against Etienne's, separated only a thin layer of lace.

Although Etienne would have been quite happy to fuck up against the door, Simeon pulled away, tugging Etienne's hair lightly, and headed towards the bedroom. "What if I'd been early?" Etienne complained, although he followed quite happily, since Simeon was certainly going the right way. "Would you have left me out in the cold?"

Granted, this had never happened-- either Etienne being early or Simeon failing to answer the door, but provoking Simeon was, in Etienne's experience, rather fun.

"You wouldn't have been early," Simeon replied, closing his bedroom door behind Etienne and locking it, not that Etienne, at least, cared if Simeon's flatmates walked in on them.

"Beauty takes time," Etienne informed him. "I couldn't turn up at your door in a towel, either. Unless you want your neighbours to ravish me, or something."

He turned towards the bed, bending over to give Simeon a nice up-skirt shot and looking back over his shoulder. "Do you like the skirt?"

"Probably not as much as you do," Simeon said, in that 'you are such a vain slut' tone of voice of his that Etienne was so fond of. He felt Simeon's fingers touching the skirt, and then after a happily brief pause, slipping over the panties and then inside them, brushing Etienne's skin lightly, cupping his sack and then nothing, the fucking tease. "Mmmm. All is as I left it." Etienne wriggled a bit to try and get Simeon's fingers where he wanted them, without much luck. "Is that a hint for me to get on with it?"

Such a bastard. "If I wanted to hear you talk I'd have called you for phone sex, you fucking tease," Etienne complained, continuing to squirm. He hated it when Simeon teased. Granted, it was the sort of hate where he kind of wanted to come back for more, but even so. "If you don't hurry up I'll leave," he added, when Simeon didn't seem particularly inclined to actually do anything. Not that it was any more than an empty threat.

It did get a reaction; Simeon took his hand away. "You wouldn't dare," he growled, voice gorgeous and low, and when Etienne turned around because he wanted to see Simeon's expression, he found himself pinned to the bed, Simeon's knee pressing into his lower back, Simeon's hand gripping his hair just right, not to hurt but just so Simeon could control him. "You came here because I told you; you are not going to leave until I say. Got it?"

Etienne moaned happily-- this was exactly what he'd come for, after all, because Simeon knew what he was doing. The hand in his hair didn't hurt, and wouldn't, as long as Etienne was good.

Right now, he was feeling inclined towards being good. Mostly, anyway. "Yes." he replied, not so much an answer to the question as a general demand for more.

"You're so easy," Simeon said, and used his grip on Etienne's hair to pull him into a kiss, forceful and demanding, just enough teeth to keep Etienne wanting more, more, more.

Then, suddenly, nothing. In the moment when Etienne was going to protest this, Simeon climbed onto the bed, crawled over to the wall-- mmm, Etienne did love the way the man moved-- and leant against it, wriggling his hips. "Blow me."

At another time, Etienne would have argued with that command. Not right now. Not after that sort of kiss. Instead, he crawled after Simeon and went directly for his cock. No teasing, not with Simeon's hands going straight to his hair as soon as he got there.

As far as Etienne was concerned, that was as good as a promise, even if right now Simeon was only petting rather than pulling. Etienne liked sucking cock, but he also got quite impatient, so after a little while of being good he deliberately slowed down, like he was about to pull away.

That got an immediate response, if not quite the one Etienne had been hoping for. It wasn't as if the feel of Simeon's hands at the back of his head, putting some not-so-subtle-pressure on him, wasn't nice in it's own way, but it wasn't what Etienne wanted.

What he wanted, Simeon gave him after a couple more moments teasing, petting first, waiting until Etienne tried to tell him off, and then finally getting a firm grip on Etienne's hair and pulling him back down before he could say anything.

Etienne filed away the incident as something to complain about later-- did Simeon have to tease him over everything?-- and went back to being good. Mmm, and it was good, the way Simeon tasted, the feel of his hands in Etienne's hair and the sweet pain of it, the pressure keeping Etienne in place.

He could do this-- well, not all day, he wanted to get fucked at some point, but for quite a while. He wasn't really keeping track of how long it took before Simeon let him up-- not long enough for Etienne to get bored enough to do something about it, at least. "Had enough?" Simeon asked, and waited for Etienne to nod before pulling him up and into a regrettably short kiss. Up, then pushing him back, breaking the kiss, already scooting over to the nightstand. Presumably so he could fish the lube out of it, Etienne . "Take off your shameless hussy clothes."

Really now. If Etienne had more shame he doubted he'd be able to hold Simeon's attention. "You mean you're not going to rip them off me?" he complained, for appearance's sake, even as he got rid of the shirt. The heels had already gotten lost somewhere over the side of the bed.

It was so much easier to remember how to tease Simeon when his hands hadn't been in Etienne's hair. He shimmied out of the skirt, and then paused, stroking his cock through the lace. "These, too?" In this case he'd rather if Simeon didn't rip them off him; lace of this quality didn't grow on trees, you know.

There was a very short pause. "Alright, leave 'em on. But you have to hold them to the side."

Etienne smiled to himself. Yep, Simeon liked these ones. He'd thought he would. Very nearly the moment right after Etienne reached back to pull the panties to the side, a move he'd perfected a while ago with the help of pornography and appropriately placed mirrors, Simeon was stretching him open with two fingers, assuming (correctly) that Etienne hardly needed much more of a warm-up before the main event.

And then, presumably because he was a bastard, Simeon teased him, drawing out the fingering until Etienne was needy, moaning-- not actually begging, he wouldn't, well, not unless Simeon asked nicely, or not nicely.

"Just hold your fucking horses," Simeon told him, and leaned over him, cock pressing against Etienne's ass (tease, fucking bastard tease) to rummage in the drawer, presumably looking for a condom.

Well, two could play at that. "Thought you liked me eager," Etienne said, and pressed right back, wriggling until finally he heard Simeon ripping open the packet and then finally, finally, felt Simeon's cock stretching him open. Finally was right. Etienne had been in the mood to get fucked since he'd hung up the phone and started picking out a skirt.

God, he loved Simeon's cock. Not that he'd ever say that out loud. "Harder. Not my wedding night, you know." Simeon always needed a bit of goading to make him less careful.

In response, Simeon reached up to grab a handful of Etienne's hair with one hand, Etienne's shoulder with the other, and use a combination of the two to pull Etienne back against him harder. Harder, but slow. He let go of Etienne's shoulder to kiss Etienne's shoulder blades and the nape of his neck and god if it wasn't for the hand in his hair Etienne would have complained about the pace.

He could be happy with a slow fuck, at least for a little while. Especially one like this. But not forever. "Simeon," he said, trying to catch his breath. "Don't be such a fucking tease."

"You don't-- don't want it to last?" Simeon said-- gasped-- against Etienne's back, even as he sped up a little. "I'm dating someone. This could be our last time for a while."

Etienne was about to say something about being able to come more than once in a night, before his brain caught up to the second part of the statement. What, did Simeon expect him to make a scene? Want him to? Fuck that. "Don't care," he said, voice as steady as he could make it, "who you fuck, right now fuck me proper."

Simeon groaned in response, fingers tightening in Etienne's hair, his other hand slipping down and inside Etienne's panties, curling around his cock. Then he set a brutal pace-- the handjob wasn't quite in time to the fucking but god Etienne did not care at all. If he didn't want his hair pulled out he couldn't move, couldn't do a damn thing but take it.

Just that thought, all of Simeon's focus and fury concentrated on Etienne's body, was more than enough to push him over the edge-- and all over Simeon's hand. Etienne smiled to himself. He'd told Simeon he'd get him messy, hadn't he? "Clean me up, and I'll clean you up." Simeon said, still pressed against his back.

Etienne always felt rather obliging after orgasm, and spent a little while paying nice, careful attention to Simeon's fingers. Well, half paying attention to Simeon, half enjoying just the part where he got to lick his own come off somebody's fingers."Why the booty call?" he asked, idly licking Simeon's hand although it was probably fairly clean by now. "Your new shiny not putting out?"

"I wanted one last time with you before I got serious with him," Simeon said, which wasn't really an answer to the question, although Etienne could appreciate the thought. Especially when it was followed by Simeon shifting down his body and yanking the panties right off him so that he could get Etienne 'clean'.

Etienne had been going to ask a few nosy questions about the new love of Simeon's life, see if he couldn't, maybe, get him to blush a little, but Simeon (and his tongue) certainly had a way of being distracting. He supposed that meant Simeon didn't want to talk about it. Well, whoever he was, he better be cute and good in bed; Etienne wouldn't be happy about being deposed by some second-rate floozy.

Well, he'd find out sooner or later; surely Simeon didn't think he could keep this guy a secret? "Ask him what his opinions on threesomes are." Not that it mattered: threesomes were on the list of things he couldn't get Simeon to play along with again no matter how much pouting he did.

Simeon laughed. "Maybe. I'll be seeing you again soon, anyway-- he likes to wear naughty things, so."

"Mmm, I like him already," Etienne joked, pulling away. "I'll head back-- seeing as somebody has abandoned me I might go hit the clubs and audition a few new playmates."

Easy come, easy go. Etienne was not caring so hard it was giving him a headache.

Simeon pulled Etienne into another kiss, wrapping both arms around his neck and holding on tightly. "Stay?" Soft, and gentle, and damn him was he trying to make things harder? "Etienne-- stay here tonight. It'll be warmer."

That was just a stupid reason. Etienne didn't want to stay, anyway, and sleep here, and have Simeon see him with bed hair. "Promise to fuck me in your shower in the morning?"

Or maybe over the kitchen table. If Simeon's roommates had a problem with live-action porn, too bad, they shouldn't have agreed to share a place with Simeon if they had delicate sensibilities.

Simeon smiled brightly. "A shower fuck sounds fantastic. I haven't had one in a while; you'll remind me of all the reasons why I love them." He wrapped his arms around Etienne and pulled him close, nuzzling his face against Etienne's neck and nipping it gently before pulling away with a happy sigh.

Etienne really wished he had the strength of character to tell him where to shove it. Instead, he allowed Simeon to cuddle him while mentally enumerating the places he could go to renew some old 'friendships'.

It was just sex, and therefore he'd be able to fix it with more sex. It wasn't as if there weren't plenty of people willing to worship Etienne's body. And he'd find out who Simeon's new floozy was and tease him. Mmm, and spend some more time pursuing his new favourite customer.

Not that Simeon had asked, but Etienne would be just fine.

✖

The place Simeon had suggested for coffee was decently close to the university, but not so close that they ran that much of a chance of running into a classmate, because the last thing Simeon needed when he was attempting to have a heart-to-heart conversation with Corin was some guy from one of their life drawing classes deciding to butt in.

It was also never that busy in the mornings, and had a few booths at the back, making things a little more private. Corin had never struck Simeon as the exhibitionist type and Simeon preferred to keep his personal business personal. If his bloody flatmates weren't around all the time, he would have invited Corin back to his, but this place would do instead.

He checked his watch again. Corin wasn't really late-- Simeon had just ended up being early. He took himself and his coffee to one of the booths and settled in, occasionally looking around to see what was happening.

"Expecting an ambush?"

How Corin had managed to sneak up on him, Simeon didn't know. He'd forgotten that Corin could be a little shit sometimes. It was sort of endearing. More endearing when he did these things to people other than Simeon, though. "I was-- just deciding on the best table."

"Was that why you walked right past me?"

Corin wasn't going to do him any favors here, was he? Simeon smiled, and hoped he looked adorable enough that Corin would forget the whole beginning of the conversation. "Just so. Come, sit down, let's talk."

A flash of something passed over Corin's features-- concern?-- but was gone again before Simeon could put a proper name to it. "Any topics in mind?"

As if Corin didn't have any ideas. It should have been pretty obvious what Simeon wanted to talk about. Still, he was sitting here, so that was a start. Simeon had given some thought as to what he wanted to say: he just couldn't remember any of the lines he'd planned out. Fuck it. "Just so you know, I didn't actually plan for our first date to involve drunken couch sex."

"Frot," Corin said, without looking at Simeon. "Not sex. Frot."

Simeon decided not to mention the blow-job. "Look, I fucked up, but-- wait, you didn't argue with first date?"

Corin's blush looked even more adorable in broad daylight. "Yeah, well."

He couldn't help but grin. That blush said he was still in with a chance. "Would it help if I had myself disowned? You know my mum would do it if I told her it was for a good cause."

"No!" Corin said, too fast, then pressed his lips together in a thin line. "Look, I'm still dealing with it, alright? But I'm not saying no out of hand."

Pushing too hard there? It was hard for Simeon to resist the temptation to fall back into teasing Corin like he usually did. "Okay. A little more waiting's not going to kill me." Make him wish he hadn't just broken it off with Etienne, maybe, but not kill him.

"Really?" Corin was teasing now, Simeon could already see the gleam in his eye. "You got something going on I don't know about?"

Not any more, unless he bribed Etienne with flattery and posh hair products or something of the sort. Which, granted, probably wouldn't be difficult. "Well, I have a fuckbuddy, but--"

He realised that he'd used the wrong tense there the moment Corin interrupted. "You have a fuckbuddy?"

Oi, was it really that surprising? "I wish you wouldn't say 'you' like that. Yes, I have-- well, had--" Or at the very least, was temporarily suspending having.

Corin laughed, and of course that would have to be the time when Etienne walked over.

"Hello cuties! Sorry to interrupt," he said, even though his tone said that he was nothing of the sort.

"No you're not," Corin replied, smacking at Etienne's hand.

Etienne snickered, and pushed his way into the booth next to Corin. "I'm not interrupting? Oh, good."

"You're not sorry," Corin shot back, a smile playing his lips and why in the world was he smiling at Etienne for fuck's sake?

"So this is the cousin you were talking about?" he asked, like Simeon wasn't sitting right fucking there.

Wait-- "You were talking about me? To him?"

Etienne rolled his eyes. "For your information, I am an excellent listener."

"You know Etienne too?" Corin asked, more or less at the same time.

Simeon hoped he was hallucinating. Maybe this was a bad dream brought on by too much of whatever caused bad dreams. Drinking beer and shots together. Cheese before bed. Pinching his arm didn't help, though. "Yes."

"He just broke my heart," Etienne said, fake-swooning in Corin's direction and not managing to look particularly heart-broken at all. "But since you two look so cute together I'll have to forgive him."

Unfortunately for Simeon it didn't take any more than a second for Corin to put that sentence in deadly accurate context. "Etienne is your fuckbuddy?"

Simeon didn't dare correct him on the tense with Etienne at the table.

"I can tell you all his dirty little secrets," Etienne told Corin, when Simeon failed to answer. "And suggest the perfect panties for your next date."

"It was a gift from you," Simeon said, pieces falling into place. Those pretty white lace panties Corin had on last night.

Etienne smiled wickedly. "Doesn't he look just edible in white?"

Yes, and also how does Etienne know this. Simeon doesn't say either of those.

"He was just telling me about how you were his fuckbuddy," Corin said.

"He was, was he?" And now Etienne's smile looked devious, and Simeon wanted to grab him by the hair and pull until it went away. "And what did he say? All complimentary, I should hope."

"Just that he had one, which is odd considering--"

"The fact that I was about to ask Corin out," Simeon filled in hastily, because Etienne finding out that he was special was a recipe for disaster.

"--considering the fact that last I checked, Simeon's only ever fucked someone more than once if he dated them or if they regretted it the first time."

So Simeon had a thing for conquest. "So, is that a no?"

"Of course not," Corin said, in that you-are-so-silly tone. "But I couldn't pass up the opportunity to make you turn funny colors, could I?"

Hell, he was blushing, but only a little bit.

"Didn't think I was the only one getting a taste of that on a regular basis." Etienne said, sliding an arm around Corin's shoulders. "All the other sluts must be feeling so deprived."

Corin smiled. "I guess you're special, then, aren't you?"

"He's special ed is what he is," Simeon said, before Etienne got a chance to respond. "Short bus all the way for him."

Too late; Etienne was already looking smug. "I'm just that good. Or it was the skirts."

"The skirts?" Corin looked at Simeon, now, raising his eyebrow.

This could be really really bad. Or, depending on Corin's opinions on cheerleader outfits, maybe not so bad. "Etienne, why are you here."

Etienne twirled a lock of hair around his finger, which wasn't helping Simeon's impulse to reach over and yank on it any. "Giving my congratulations to the happy couple?"

"Flirting with the baristas sounds more likely," Simeon muttered; one of them was standing by the herbal tea selection looking rather forlornly in their general direction. "Why don't you head back that way? He looks like he's missing you."

Etienne glanced briefly at the bar. "Oh, him. He's not actually my type, I just play with him a little to give the poor boy a thrill. Corin on the other hand..."

Corin gave Etienne a shove before Etienne's hands could really get anywhere Simeon would have had to kill him for. "Bad Etienne. No treat."

Wonder of wonders, Etienne actually stopped attempting to feel Corin up, although sadly there was very little that could be done to shut Etienne up. Not anything that was legal for Simeon to do to him in public, at least. "You two are going to be so cute together. Can I watch?"

"I don't see why not," Corin said, and the little shit was grinning.

Really, he couldn't think of any reasons why not? Simeon could think of quite a few. "I don't appreciate an audience," he said, glaring at Etienne, since Etienne was the one at the table who already knew this, or ought to after that one time.

"Is he the jealous sort, then?" Corin asked, like Simeon wasn't there.

"Oh, very," Etienne purred. "This one time, we invited one of my other customers at the store to threesome with us, and Simeon spent the entire time either pouting or glaring. Or both."

Corin just laughed, a pleasantly amused sort of laugh. "Good to know-- I'd always pictured him more the sharing and caring type."

"That was your idea," Simeon said, glaring at Etienne again. Etienne's idea, Etienne's friend who tended bar somewhere or other and occasionally fucked him silly in the toilets, Etienne's fault.

Corin looked at him, with a kind of weird expression. "Your jealousy is duly noted," he said, with a small smile. "What else should I know about, Etienne?"

No, Simeon thought. The very last thing he wanted was for Corin and Etienne to start comparing notes! And just because the guy had annoyed him didn't make him jealous over Etienne, of all people. "I think you know quite enough already."

Corin scrunched up his nose-- adorable-- and stuck out his tongue. It was odd to see all this childishness from him. "There's always more to learn."

"And I'm an ever-so-willing teacher," Etienne added, grinning.

There was really nothing he could do to stop them, Simeon supposed, but did they have to do it in front of him? "Why are you still here?"

"Good question," Corin said, and turned to Etienne. "Call me later, yes?"

Etienne heaved a sigh. "I suppose I can take a hint." Not very well, in Simeon's opinion. "Sure-- perhaps you can come over and keep me company on my lunch break again."

Corin blushed, ever so slightly. Simeon had a sudden flashback to the time he'd fucked Etienne in the stock-room at the shop, but Etienne was already on the move before he could demand to know exactly what he was insinuating. (It would be something about sex. It always was, with Etienne).

It would probably be hypocritical of Simeon to get jealous, so he simply wasn't going to. Or wonder which of them Etienne was blowing kisses at from the door (probably everyone in range, actually, including the poor barista).

"He sucked my cock," Corin said, evenly. Pink-cheeked, but calm. "Just so we're clear."

Simeon was feeling very hypocritical at this moment. "Oh." He hadn't exactly assumed Corin was some sort of blushing virgin or anything, but there was a wide difference between the vague notion that at some point Corin had probably had sex and Simeon's detailed knowledge of what Etienne looked like on his knees. He could visualise Corin's words all too easily.

"And I gave him a handjob," Corin added. "Also before that we made out a bit while I was modelling panties for him. I think that's everything, unless you want me to go into details of every time he's flirted with me."

"No, thank-you very much." That would be every time they'd met; Etienne flirted like it was his default setting. Etienne probably had someone different invited to the back of the store every day of the bloody week. It did rankle a bit that Etienne had probably been plotting his way into Corin's pants (or panties) at the same time as Simeon was trying to work out how to broach the topic of dating.

That it had eventually come about from liquid courage (and alcohol-induced randiness) was beside the point. Simeon had thought carefully about these things. He'd made plans, even if he hadn't managed to actually go through with any of them.

Some of those plans had involved doing things with Corin other than pinning him to flat surfaces. Time to get back on track. "Your mid-terms finish Friday, right?"

Corin nodded. "Why, are you inviting me out on a date?"

Well, yes, obviously, and also no, because Simeon wanted to do this without Etienne deciding to butt in. "Not out so much as my place, and I'll make you lasagne."

He knew Corin's weak points, and not just the ones Corin had helpfully pointed out when he was drunk. Corin beamed. "You're just taking pity on me because you think I could burn water. Promise to put lots of olives in it?"

The sad thing was, Simeon thought, that wasn't much of an exaggeration, from the stories his aunt liked to tell. "Promise. So--"

"It's a date," Corin said, and reached over to pet his hand. "And I promise not to let Etienne suck my cock again or anything else like that without asking first. Unless you want to watch."

It was a fucking interesting mental image, that was for sure. If Simeon were more interested in voyeurism he was sure he'd be all over that. "I'm the one who owes you two blowjobs. He's not needed."

Corin just smiled.

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