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Log; Complete

When; Feb. 2 (night)
Rating; PG-13 (language and bloods)
Characters; Boy Blue

playstheblues, the Corinthian

bitingnightmare
Summary; The bluebird gets stood up by a nightmare who's down for the count.
Log;

That was the Corinthian's mistake. He'd managed to stumble back to the studio, where he wouldn't be found by anyone save for a single individual, but that golden boy had a gig tonight. He was sure that Blue was none the wiser about his injuries, and he was sure he could fix it before Lux's opening. The nightmare had been dead wrong. Not long after he'd promised to meet Blue at the piano bar he'd taken to lying down on the (immaculately clean) floor. It wasn't a matter of strength, Cori had a lot of that, Cori had a lot of will, but his corporeal form was rebelling against him. The burn to his side, the patch of glass covering his ribs, had reached his liver, damaging it beyond medical repair. He couldn't die from it, hardly, but he couldn't function with it either.

The Corinthian cursed Tony Foster's name, not for the powershot or the patches of glass on his hand and face, or even for the reaction to October. He cursed his name for delaying his date with Blue, then closed his eyes.

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He recalled Tony's words: If I fuck Blue, are you gonna shrug that off?

All that really came to mind now was his assured thought that he could shrug it off if Blue was on top. Even in tougher times the Corinthian's humor was in bad taste. It simply proved the musician's statement. He pursed his lips when theirs met.

"Thanks," Cori huffed, "I don't know."

Blue wouldn't ever have sex with anyone else as long as he was in a relationship - that was a given. He didn't want anyone else. Although if questioned he could admit who he thought was cute.

He pressed his fingers against Cori's hair. "Do you want to go home, or stay here?"

Cori was always interested in hearing who Blue thought was cute... just to prove he could pull it off twice as good. The same applied to sex, even if Blue was one to refuse it. Cori always felt a need to prove himself the better man, better for Blue. The nightmare shook his head under the blond's fingers.

"I don't know," he admitted, but not out of some sense of loss or confusion, "Custer and Cassidy might be there."

Two yahoos for which he didn't have the energy to hold up a front. There was the studio though, complete with the stain of bile and a little bit of blood he'd left on the floor. He still had copper drying on his skin from Blue's blades, and would need a shower to get it off unless he wanted to look like he'd committed a crime.

Blue watched Cori and smiled, petting his hair fondly. "I'll take you to my place. If you're willing to squeeze into my tight bed," he remarked with a grin.

He didn't want to admit how scared he was, and he hoped it didn't show. He was terrified, with Cori in pain the way he was, with him hurt, of leaving the nightmare alone.

"I can do that... Can I shower there," he asked, knowing that apartment was shared even though each room had its respective resident. It reminded the nightmare why he considered finding a new place for Blue, just for Blue and himself.

After another silent moment he kissed the musician's stomach. "I'm sorry."

Blue nodded, helping him sit up a bit. "Yeah, that's fine. You can see the nursery that Fly and I built." He paused. "No. We can't deflower it."

He snickered a bit, then gave the nightmare another kiss. "You can hear me play another time. I promise." He flicked a stray hair away. "You want to walk or take the cloak?"

"I wasn't thinking that at all," he shook his head with a faint smirk, honestly. He was a deviant, a loverat, and a bit of a pervert, but the Corinthian wasn't that depraved.

"All right," Cori nodded then tipped his chin up thoughtfully. Walking would take work, work he felt he couldn't handle right now without pushing it and making an ass of himself by telling Blue he was okay. That damn cloak would have to do. "One ticket, magic cape," he said, feigning defeat.

"You got it."

He gave a slight smile, and then they were home, in his bathroom. He looked around and turned the water on, letting the water heat up, then handed Cori a towel from the towel rack.

"I have to go check on things."

He was lucky enough they arrived in one piece. Cori always did think teleportation by an independent magical device was iffy. Still, he appreciated the quick ride and slowly stripped out of his clothes, sore. The nightmare nodded to the fable, accepting the towel.

"Thanks," Cori said as he climbed into the warm shower, letting the water wash his blood away.

He came back after putting his best friend in the sink and stripped, getting in the shower with Cori. "Hi." he said unceremoniously, pressing a kiss to the nightmare's healed chest.

"Are you feeling better? Less pain?"

He was unaware if Flycatcher's presence in the apartment, much less Flycatcher's presence as an amphibian. Cori didn't think twice about Blue joining him in the shower even though he shared the place with two others. Sure the nightmare shared his with a vampire and a reverend, but they were as greasy as they come. Blue's two redheads for room mates appeared to have standards.

"I'm still sore, but better," Cori replied as he reached out to brush his fingers along Blue's damp hair.

Blue smiled up. "Good." He pressed a soft kiss against the new skin. "I can play you your own private concert."

He knew that the nightmare felt bad that he had missed the concert at Lux, but it wasn't that important. He grabbed a bar of soap and cleaned the nightmare's torso, free of sand and blood.

"Don't scare me like that again, please."

"I'd like that," the Corinthian gave Blue a genuine smile.

His hands covered the other's, working together to lather the soap along his body. The water that swirled down the drain gradually shifted from a dirty orange-red with a few grains of sand to clear. The heat against his back relaxed him.

"I wanted to come. I didn't want you to worry," and it was his fight to face.

He watched the water change colors, the anxiety in his stomach washing away with it. He pressed his head into Cori's shoulder. "If you're hurt, I want to know. So let me know."

He took Cori carefully in his arms. "Always let me know."

He draped an arm around Blue, holding him close.

"It was my mistake, my fight. I thought I could take care of it," Cori said quietly with a tone of apology to Blue. "I didn't want to spoil your night," he shook his head. More importantly, he wanted to prove he could handle things himself, first off by owning up to his mistake... he'd proven in the past he wasn't always good at handling things alone.

Blue nodded. "I know. I'm proud you did it."

He paused. "But...you were hurt, and I didn't know, and I was worried, and I missed chords," not important, "and I just...please let me know if you're hurt. If you don't want me to fight a fight for you, I won't. But. I want to know."

He pressed himself against the other man. "You wouldn't ruin my night. I promise."

Proud? Did he really say the word proud? In all honesty and seriousness? Cori leaned forward to place a kiss to Blue's forehead, silently thankful for his words. It meant a lot to him, even if he was normally caustic, a bit of a jerk, and more often than not short on gratitude. He was never eloquent with words.

"You missed chords," the nightmare asked, feigning mild disbelief as if that was the worst part of it all. He cut his humor short and tightened his hold on the trumpeter. "I promise you too. I'll tell you."

He did, and he meant it. He knew that it had been hard, and he knew that Cori had faced it instead of running, and that was something to be proud of.

"I did! And it was awful! I've never missed the chord change in Jazz Nights in my entire life!" He made a mock sad face. "You owe me. I don't know what. But you owe me."

"When you think of something, let me know. And quit that forlorn shit."

The Corinthian was joking, but secretly he joked because it always seemed to work on everyone, mortals, fables, and nightmares alike. He hooked his arm around Blue's neck and tipped his chin up for a kiss.

He kissed Cori back and then turned off the water, getting out of the shower and drying himself off. "I have a pair of boxers that'll fit you," don't ask, they were Hannibal's, but clean and new, "and you'll sleep with me."

No Fly in the room tonight. He was in the sink for the count.

"Okay," he nodded, not bothering to ask about the origins of those boxers. Considering his own knowledge of Mr. Lecter, he could have had a disgruntled fit or a meltdown of fanaticism.

Cori stepped out of the shower to dry off, finding the cold uncomfortable for once. His clothes could either be laundered (the jeans were salvageable) or tossed (the shirt was definitely not), but that could wait till morning. Out of a whim and leaned inward again to kiss Blue. His thanks.

Blue kissed him back, then slipped his own boxers on, slipped out and grabbed the pair from their package and came to hand them to Cori. He pressed another kiss on the nightmare and led him back to his narrow bed.

"Fly's out tonight. I can sleep with you up there, or if you want more space, I can sleep down in Fly's bed...."

He hoped that Cori wouldn't need space.

He pulled them on without question and the fit was comfortable. Unworn boxers left no trace of Lecter on them (unfortunately). After another kiss he followed Blue back to the bedroom.

"I'm lucky he didn't hit the bar," said the nightmare with a gesture to the b flat in good humor, attempting to lift the mood. Then he shook his head at that suggestion. "I don't need more space, Almond Joy," Cori smiled.

Blue smirked, "You are, I would have been displeased."

He lifted himself up into his bed and pulled Cori along with him, lying down in the nightmare's arms. "Good," he said with a smile. "I like knowing that you're here with me."

"And then you'd get angry, and nobody likes you when you're angry," he mirrored the smirk as he climbed up onto the bed. Who said comics were just for sixteen year olds? Not that Cori was an avid reader... he still preferred Barker. His arm fell around Boy Blue again, the covers pulled to his chin.

"I like that too," said the nightmare, quietly now. The younger man's words reminded him again as to why he was seriously considering a new place. Cori held him tightly for a moment, face hidden behind Blue's blond hair. His breathing was slow and deep, carefully controlled.

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