[ Blake's gotten pretty good at traversing the floors without too much trouble, but getting down to the first is always the most challenging. He's supposed to be careful, supposed to watch himself because what he's doing is severely frowned upon, but he hardly seems all that worried.
Really, it's Crowley who worries. He asks John to make sure he isn't followed every time they meet, but as far as the former cop's concerned, no one gives a crap what he does. He's just an Arryn afterall.
Arriving at the correct door on the first floor, Blake knocks and then carefully adjusts the strap of his sling as he waits for Crowley to answer. ]
[ Crowley pulls the door open quickly with a smile, popping his head out to check that the hall is empty before he tugs Blake inside with his good arm. ]
No trouble on your way?
[ He leans in to kiss Blake's cheek. It's no secret that Blake thinks his caution is overkill, but Crowley's in a precarious place with his own loyalties and he doesn't need anyone finding cause to mistrust him even more. ]
[ Of course he was careful, but Crowley doesn't really need to know that. Smirking, he leans in and places a peck on the corner of the demon's mouth. ]
[ The sling's only for immobilization, really, since the injury is contained to his shoulder blade. It's not pleasant, but after ten days, Blake's feeling better. He doesn't ache anymore — not to the point where he needs painkillers — although there are times when a twinge will cause him to wince on the sly. ]
You doin' okay? Stayin' outta trouble?
[ John starts to loosen the strap of his sling, all the while watching Crowley for signs of his general state of well being. ]
I can't remember the last time I tried this hard to stay out of trouble, sweetheart.
[ He stays close, hand hovering by the brace to help Blake. Regardless of whether Blake feels fine taking care of himself, Crowley can't help the urge to assist him, especially not when he knows he's responsible for this. ]
[ Crowley's hand goes to the back of Blake's neck to massage gently. He's ever-cautious of Blake's injury, but also aware that he's been keeping his arm in the same position for hours. Crowley knows he must be stiff and sore. ]
Come make yourself comfortable and let me take care of you.
[ It does feel pretty good considering how tight everything's been thanks to the injury. Blake's range of motion's limited at the arm and shoulder, but he tilts his head a bit to give Crowley something to work with. ]
Mm. Dunno if that's necessary.
[ Not that he's pulling away. ]
Your bed's more comfortable than mine.
[ Which is the direction he'll go when he has a moment. He doesn't even want to watch a movie or read, just lay in bed with Crowley and try to forget the stupid pressures put upon them by the outside world. ]
[ Crowley's pretty sure that it's his presence that makes it more comfortable and he would tease Blake about that if it weren't something that made him think a little too much. Dean coming after Blake had been a wake-up call for Crowley of sorts, but he's still not sure what he's woken up to.
Either way, he doesn't care what's necessary. He cares what he can do to make Blake comfortable, maybe even relaxed.
Leaning in, he presses a firm but relatively chaste kiss to Blake's lips and then starts to lead him to the bed. ]
[ The kiss is welcome and returned in kind, Blake easily taken by the proximity. He's become a bit of a sucker for Crowley and his ways and by now the trust between them means he's apt to go along with just about anything. ]
What's it been like down here? Things've been quiet up on nine.
[ Blake chin dips slightly along with his eyes and he lifts a hand to rub self consciously at the very decent amount of stubble he'd gained since the beginning of the month. ]
This? No, I was... [ He shakes his head. ] It can definitely go. That'd be great.
[ Crowley's hand slips down, fingers lacing with Blake's good hand, tugging him towards the bathroom. He pauses next to the closet, opening the door to pull out a comfortable but simple folding chair.
[ John grabs up a pillow and props it up behind his back before taking a seat. ]
Woulda got to it eventually, y'know.
[ Which is to say, he doesn't particularly enjoy that he's got to be dependent on anyone (although, of all the people in Wonderland, Crowley's the one he's apt rely on most). ]
[ Crowley smirks, knowing that Blake's putting up a front and not really caring to knock it down. He pulls out his own shaving kit and it's a reminder of his age with its straight razor and brush. He intends to give Blake a treatment that few men get to have these days.
He gets to work, lathering up his shaving cream. ]
[ Quick to settle, John closes his eyes and waits for Crowley to finish whatever prep he's got ahead of him. He feels mild, but tired, quietly prepared for nothing serious to happen. This is almost like a respite for him in a lot of ways. ]
It's good you take care of me.
[ You know, if you were wondering at all whether this means anything. ]
[ Honestly, Blake can't argue with Crowley at this point. Especially after their confrontation with Dean. He'd had an opportunity to run, to save himself, but that just isn't written in John Blake's genes. ]
Same here.
[ He's going to keep the talking to a minimum from here on out because he knows it'll make things easier for Crowley, but in the meantime he can't help but think about how far they've come. It's no surprise no one's been able to stop them from visiting each other, is it? ]
[ Sometimes, Crowley is struck by how much Blake has affected him. He's changed, he knows, but he also feels something clawing at his gut when he looks at Blake too long. It's funny, because there are times when he doesn't want to look away. ]
Relax and stay as still as you can.
[ He moves over to the counter for his straight razor and a towel before coming back to straddle Blake's thighs. ]
[ No argument there. Blake's right hand rests on Crowley's hip and the other remains flat across his abdomen. He appreciates that solid weight on his legs and it allows him to relax back just a bit, allows him to put a little pressure on that shoulder that's been aching for days. ]
This is a treat. You are the king, and I'm just— a guy.
[ He opens the straight razor, holding it in his right hand. He rests his left on Blake's forehead--a reminder of his presence--so that Blake will keep himself still while the blade is on his skin.
The first swipe of the blade over Blake's throat creates a soft scraping sound in the quiet room and then he pulls it back to wipe the blade on his towel. ]
[ The feeling of the razor against his skin is different than he expected it would be. A chill bubbles up at the sensation, but he can't deny there's heat behind it.
Between stokes, Blake swallows and leans his head to expose more of his throat. Crowley could cut his neck in this moment and he'd never see it coming. There's an implicit trust, one that leads John to put his vitality very squarely in a demon's hands. ]
[ Crowley can feel his heart beating in his throat at Blake's words. There's something so very intimate about this and he relishes in the knowledge that Blake trusts him this much. He'd show Blake the same trust, even with a blade that would kill him.
Finished with Blake's throat, he moves onto his cheeks and chin, scraping away the shaving cream and hair with careful precision. ]
[ It creates a thin smile that Blake can't manage to control. What more do they need? What kingdom do they want beyond the four walls they share most days? In Wonderland there just isn't much worth ruling and since this is where they are and where they intend to stay, it feels right that it only really matters to them.
Fingers gently massaging Crowley's hip, Blake swallows down his fondness for the demon and lets him finish his task. It feels good. Better than he expected. He might have to ask for this more often, injured or otherwise. ]
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Really, it's Crowley who worries. He asks John to make sure he isn't followed every time they meet, but as far as the former cop's concerned, no one gives a crap what he does. He's just an Arryn afterall.
Arriving at the correct door on the first floor, Blake knocks and then carefully adjusts the strap of his sling as he waits for Crowley to answer. ]
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No trouble on your way?
[ He leans in to kiss Blake's cheek. It's no secret that Blake thinks his caution is overkill, but Crowley's in a precarious place with his own loyalties and he doesn't need anyone finding cause to mistrust him even more. ]
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[ Of course he was careful, but Crowley doesn't really need to know that. Smirking, he leans in and places a peck on the corner of the demon's mouth. ]
Oops.
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[ Crowley's been especially on edge with Dean lurking about, but he knows Blake is playing with him and he can't help his smile. ]
How's the arm?
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[ The sling's only for immobilization, really, since the injury is contained to his shoulder blade. It's not pleasant, but after ten days, Blake's feeling better. He doesn't ache anymore — not to the point where he needs painkillers — although there are times when a twinge will cause him to wince on the sly. ]
You doin' okay? Stayin' outta trouble?
[ John starts to loosen the strap of his sling, all the while watching Crowley for signs of his general state of well being. ]
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[ He stays close, hand hovering by the brace to help Blake. Regardless of whether Blake feels fine taking care of himself, Crowley can't help the urge to assist him, especially not when he knows he's responsible for this. ]
You should be proud of me.
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With the demon's help, Blake's freed from his sling, which he drapes over the side of Crowley's chair. ]
That's great. Pretty sure that's what's gonna keep us well under the radar.
[ Not that Blake doesn't attract attention in his own right. ]
You mind if I stay tonight?
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[ Crowley's hand goes to the back of Blake's neck to massage gently. He's ever-cautious of Blake's injury, but also aware that he's been keeping his arm in the same position for hours. Crowley knows he must be stiff and sore. ]
Come make yourself comfortable and let me take care of you.
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Mm. Dunno if that's necessary.
[ Not that he's pulling away. ]
Your bed's more comfortable than mine.
[ Which is the direction he'll go when he has a moment. He doesn't even want to watch a movie or read, just lay in bed with Crowley and try to forget the stupid pressures put upon them by the outside world. ]
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[ Crowley's pretty sure that it's his presence that makes it more comfortable and he would tease Blake about that if it weren't something that made him think a little too much. Dean coming after Blake had been a wake-up call for Crowley of sorts, but he's still not sure what he's woken up to.
Either way, he doesn't care what's necessary. He cares what he can do to make Blake comfortable, maybe even relaxed.
Leaning in, he presses a firm but relatively chaste kiss to Blake's lips and then starts to lead him to the bed. ]
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What's it been like down here? Things've been quiet up on nine.
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[ His runs a finger over Blake's jaw with a gentle smirk. ]
Would you like me to get that or are you thinking about an image change?
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This? No, I was... [ He shakes his head. ] It can definitely go. That'd be great.
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He sets it up by the sink. ]
Sit.
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Woulda got to it eventually, y'know.
[ Which is to say, he doesn't particularly enjoy that he's got to be dependent on anyone (although, of all the people in Wonderland, Crowley's the one he's apt rely on most). ]
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[ Crowley smirks, knowing that Blake's putting up a front and not really caring to knock it down. He pulls out his own shaving kit and it's a reminder of his age with its straight razor and brush. He intends to give Blake a treatment that few men get to have these days.
He gets to work, lathering up his shaving cream. ]
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It's good you take care of me.
[ You know, if you were wondering at all whether this means anything. ]
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Someone has to. [ And then softer; ] I'm glad it's me.
[ As he spreads the shaving cream over Blake's jaw, his other hand moves idly to Blake's hair, massaging his scalp gently. ]
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Same here.
[ He's going to keep the talking to a minimum from here on out because he knows it'll make things easier for Crowley, but in the meantime he can't help but think about how far they've come. It's no surprise no one's been able to stop them from visiting each other, is it? ]
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Relax and stay as still as you can.
[ He moves over to the counter for his straight razor and a towel before coming back to straddle Blake's thighs. ]
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This is a treat. You are the king, and I'm just— a guy.
[ Or close enough, at least for these purposes. ]
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[ He opens the straight razor, holding it in his right hand. He rests his left on Blake's forehead--a reminder of his presence--so that Blake will keep himself still while the blade is on his skin.
The first swipe of the blade over Blake's throat creates a soft scraping sound in the quiet room and then he pulls it back to wipe the blade on his towel. ]
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Between stokes, Blake swallows and leans his head to expose more of his throat. Crowley could cut his neck in this moment and he'd never see it coming. There's an implicit trust, one that leads John to put his vitality very squarely in a demon's hands. ]
King enough for me.
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Finished with Blake's throat, he moves onto his cheeks and chin, scraping away the shaving cream and hair with careful precision. ]
Then I guess I have my kingdom.
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Fingers gently massaging Crowley's hip, Blake swallows down his fondness for the demon and lets him finish his task. It feels good. Better than he expected. He might have to ask for this more often, injured or otherwise. ]
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