Flight of the Stars

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“What for? Look boy, I lived a couple more years longer than you. Don’t go all smart on me.”

“Well trying to do something about it is better than sitting around moping.”

“Well, I’m freaking happy too.” he chuckled.

“We all need some of that. Quit hogging all of it.”

“I don’t know.. I think most people are just tired of constantly having to look over their shoulder to make sure they aren’t next.”

“Yeah, it would be pretty nice to be able to do things without having that feeling like you’re being watched.”

“I swear I laugh at the stupidest jokes when they are not even funny,” Kirsty said with a soft laugh escaping her lips.

“Everyone’s got a different sense of humor, it happens. What joke did you find so funny?”

“God I’m lucky.” James muttered as he was going through pictures on his phone. To say he was completely in love was probably an understatement at this point, there wasn’t really anything he couldn’t think about anymore. 

Corey looked over from where he was laying on the floor, long ago forgetting what they were even supposed to be doing. “You are so whipped, is what you are.”

Rupert didn’t know why each time this happened it shocked him, the kind of feeling he got pooling in his stomach and the instant turn on coursing through his vein. He knew he didn’t deserve Corey. He was shocked the man still stuck around when there were plenty of men who would go out in the open for him. What kind of a man didn’t? A coward that’s who. There were so many reasons to actually step out of his comfort zone because who cared what Annie fucking Pierce used to say? 

His skin touching Corey’s, it set him on fire. Ignited this spark inside of him that just wanted to bring noises out of the other man, give the man one of the best nights of his life as if it was going to be the best reason for him to stick around. He didn’t mind getting lost in the heat of the moment because he tasted every second of it until the next time he could physically have it again. He couldn’t deny Corey was the only thing he thought about most of the time, the times this stuff happened and how lucky he was 

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“I don’t really see that happening with some of the people in this town.”

“Yeah, you’ve got a point there. It’s a shame really.”

Paul smiled softly as he watched him. He gave a small nod. He wished he could say coffee was the reason for his disconnect instead the medicine that had his brain in some sort of fog. “Yeah… I get nervous if I drink to much. I try to limit my caffeine intake, but it’s hard.” He glanced around for a moment, glancing back to the table he had been watching before looking back across at the other sitting at the table with him. “I am Paul, by the way…” 

Corey would say that he knew the feeling, but he really couldn’t. Without the constant caffeine running through his system he’d be dead on his feet before even leaving his house. “It’s like those potheads that get paranoid when they get high.” Grinning from ear to ear he extends his hand across the table for a handshake. “Corey. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Not like anything is gonna change.”

“Definitely not with that attitude. You gotta at least make an effort.”

As much as it seemed like Amelia had everything figured out, she really hadn’t. She didn’t know what to do, all she knew was that she didn’t want to continue with College. Her family was well known and Amelia just felt like it was more a burden than something good. She felt watched even though no one saw her, because she was just so boring. Here she could be whoever she wanted, probably not with him around but it was okay how it was. She could still be the sweet girl. She was a sweet girl but she could go a bit crazy with drugs and alcohol.

“Don’t worry, we won’t have to dance the waltz.” she teased with a chuckle, downing her drink like it was nothing and holding her hand out to take his. “My feet are numb anyway.” she mentioned so he wouldn’t have to worry.

Surprised by how quick she was able to gulp down the drink, Corey was looking at her in a brand new light. More so he was just impressed by the sheer force of will power to not do a full body shiver as all the alcohol in the drink hit her all at once. He remembered a time when he used to be able to do the same, or maybe it was due to the lack of constant drinking on his part, but drinking a drink that fast now would have at the very least made him make a face. He was very much getting old. It had to be the only explanation. 

Reassured by her easy going nature he takes her hand with a shake of his head. “Just don’t say that I didn’t warn you,” he laughed and followed her towards the dance floor.

Rupert didn’t know why they did this stuff in a car, it always felt like they learned their lessons afterwards but never changed how it happened. He exhaled against Corey’s lips to catch some air in between the spaces of their lips whenever there was one. He slightly gasped when the other male pushed him back into his seat, his hand moved to the adjustment lever and tugged on it so he could scoot the seat back so Corey’s backside didn’t hit the horn.

It took everything in him to keep himself in check and in control, not to rush this whole thing when Corey moved on top of him, the heat of his body radiating off of him. It was almost like it was getting too hot in here now. He felt a noise get stuck in his throat as the other man’s fingers moved up his shirt to start taking it off. He moved his arms up, slightly wiggling to move some space between his back and the seat so the shirt could come off completely. He breathlessly chuckled against Corey’s lips once he got the material off his body.

His whispering was enough to make Rupert’s cheeks flush, even though he was caught up entirely in this moment. It still made his stomach clench with nerves whenever Corey talked to him like this. It was always nice to hear those kinds of comments towards him. He shivered at the feeling of Corey’s lips touching his ear, his hands moving up Corey’s back, tugging him down a little so their skin would touch.

With several years of doing this with Rupert, it was still mind boggling to him that they seemed to be in sync with each other without having to say or do anything. As is the case as an appreciative hum escapes the back of his throat when the other automatically pulls on the lever to make room for him on the other side of the car. There was probably nobody around, but they didn’t want unnecessary attention to be attracted if he accidentally were to press back into the horn. 

Once the shirt was removed completely, Corey tossed it to the side - probably ending up somewhere in the backseat which they would have to find when this was all over. They didn’t have a system for how they did things, sometimes getting carried away by the heat of the moment and other times they were slow and attentive towards the other’s needs. Given what had just happened, Corey knew that he needed to show he was there in the moment taking things slow because he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

“I can’t believe that it’s 2019 already.” Elise muttered to herself loudly. “ I just truly hope that this year will be a better year for us all.” 

“We can only hope.”

“This time of the year is the most depressing. On top of that, I need a new job.”

“Not a fan of the whole ‘new year, new me’ concept?”

Rupert didn’t know how he had gotten so lucky to come across Corey when he did and the fact the man still stuck around. Well, it meant more to him than anyone would ever realize.  Corey had been the one constant thing in his life for almost six years and it seemed insane it had been that long since it felt like it was yesterday when he met Corey at the party. 

As Corey pulled back, Rupert took the time to admire him. His eyes ran along Corey when the other man took off his shirt, it was noticeable how cold the other man was by the little goosebumps all over his skin. It made Rupert want to lean forward and kiss away the cold. He moved his hands back towards Corey, running his hand down the front of his chest as he bit down on his lower lip before lifting his eyes up to Corey’s face.

Those words were like magic to his ears, all he wanted to do was press his lips against Corey’s and make the man forget everything. Just as much as he wanted to forget everything. He exhaled a soft noise when Corey’s lips touched his neck, the one spot that was an utter weakness. It was a feeling that ran through his whole body. He moved his fingers to the back of Corey’s head, tangling his fingers in the short strands of his hair. 

It seemed Corey was only just realizing how far away they still were from each other, what with him still being on the opposite seat from Rupert. The distance was just not going to cut it anymore and without removing his lips from where they were attached to the other’s neck he crawled out of his seat and gently pushed Rupert back onto his so that he could straddle his hips and hover over him. 

Knees carefully planted on either side of the boy beneath him, he finally allowed his hands to wander over the other’s torso - only he was still wearing too much clothes for his liking. He really should have thought about that before deciding to crawl into the other’s space, but it was too late now so harried fingers tangle in the fabric of his shirt as they work towards pushing his shirt up until it’s tangled just under his armpits. 

“Yeah.. I guess it’s just easier to focus on the better things in life.”

“That’s the kind of mentality more of us should have.”

When the guy had rose up and started to come toward him, he felt a wave of anxiety cross through him. Was he pissed at him? This was not how he wanted his first day out to be. “I’m sorry…” He immediately said, before heading the comment about occupying one. “Oh… uh… yeah… sure.” He said, sitting up straight. “I’m sorry. Uh… there is a disconnect to my brain today…” He flashed a nervous smile, looking down. Just shut up, Paul. 

Corey paused with his hand hovering over the chair, thinking that the apology that came out of the other’s mouth was to shoo him away as he was probably waiting for someone. He grins when he realizes that’s not the case and shrugs off the second apology. “Ah, no worries. I haven’t had enough coffee today so let’s just say I’m feeling the same way. Cheers to more coffee.” He said taking a drink from his cup.