#cormac starter

“No really, I meant it. I really don’t expect anything from you. Please, it’s gonna be bad tonight, and it really wouldn’t sit right with me if I let you stay out there.” 

He knew what it looked like. Goddamn, Cormac knew what it was. A stranger, knocking on his car window while he stopped to jot down a note, asking if he wanted company for the night. It had started snowing then, but there was a blizzard warning for later. The coat the other was wearing surely wasn’t enough for the weather, if those blue lips were any indication. Cormac had nodded to the question, then again to the nightly rate. If he could help this boy to a warm bed and a hot breakfast tomorrow, then he would. 

Cormac knew it was a bad idea when he saw the grin that lit up on Noah’s face the moment he walked in, but he couldn’t quite say no to a good friend, not when it was something as harmless as trying on a new design Noah did. Which turned out to cover little more then the absolute minimum. Cormac, while confident in his own physique, felt a little nervous when Noah’s affectionate touches induced certain reactions typical of a hot-blooded male. 

Noah’s assistant, to her credit, didn’t say a word if she noticed anything. Cormac hoped she didn’t. It was late, perhaps she was tired and just wanted to get the job done? He let out a relieved sigh when she left the atelier, and turned to his friend. “A bit touchy feely, aren’t we?” 

Cormac often worked late, and it wasn’t unusual that by the time he got home, Remy was already in his bed. Perhaps he shouldn’t have given the man his door code, but there wasn’t much harm Remy could do, and Cormac had learned to enjoy his company. Still, this was unexpected.

It occurred to him, a week later, that ordering an entire store to be delivered to his home wasn’t what most people would do. But, in that moment, all he wanted was to care for his best friend’s brother. “Hey, I noticed your shoes are getting worn and thought you’d need a new pair.” Except, it wasn’t a new pair. It was, by all means, a pop-up store’s worth of shoes, of every imaginable kind, stacked around his living room. Sneakers, loafers, dress shoes, boots, all designer and all carried an impressive price tag. Not that it mattered to Cormac. Reb’s comfort came first. “I didn’t know your size or what you’d want. Come, sit. Try them on.” 

Maybe it was stupid and hopeless, but Cormac still wanted Chris, even with him being the one who broke it off. They ‘dated’ for almost a year and only the first two months were a fake relationship. The latter part encroached the L word’s territory, but then came the university acceptance, and Cormac had to be the responsible one. Chris was about to turn down the offer, opting to stay with Cormac instead of a coast-to-coast long distance romance. That, coupled with the fact that Chris would have had a very different experience in university had he been single. Everyone should start university being single. There was so much joy in meeting new people, dating and experimenting, that Cormac didn’t feel right robbing Chris off. He was too busy for long distance, anyways. That wouldn't have been fair to Chris. 

But then, running into the other at this award show, whilst anticipated, still had him floored with longing. They hadn’t spoke, but his eyes stole short glances at the younger thorough the night. When the gala ended and the crowd moved to a second venue for the after party, as his blood alcohol level started to raise, so did his longing for Chris. Their eyes met, and Chris, still mischievous as ever, did the one thing that always got Cormac going: he spread his legs a little more, one hand resting innocently on his thigh, but much too close to his groin to be anything but. And then there was a slight nod towards the exit, and Cormac found himself following the other away from the dance floor, into a deserted hallway where the heavy beat receded into a quiet thumping. They still hadn’t spoken a word when Cormac crowded into the restroom after Chris, lock clicking shut behind him. He leaned against it, eyes taking in the younger fully. Cormac had been following Chris over the years, but the photos didn’t do Chris any justice. In front of him was no longer a lanky teenager, but a man, solid and sturdy in custom Brioni’s. Cormac’s eyes followed the sleek cut of Chris’ suit, arousal soaring when his gaze dropped down. Inadvertently, a moan escaped his lips, legs done weak as he sank to his knees. His hands shot out to grab the sides of Chris’ hips and he leaned forward, pressing his face against the younger’s front.