[ 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. ]
[ Once he finishes, he reaches behind him to place the razor down and then he wipes Blake's face and neck with the towel. There's a quick kiss placed on Blake's lips and then Crowley reaches back again for his aftershave.
He rubs it into Blake's skin with gentle and practiced ease, massaging Blake's jaw. Truthfully, he never thought he would ever enjoy doting on someone like this, but it's all worth it for the feeling that Blake's little smile leave in his chest. This sort of intimate touch is such a comfort to him and he wants every bit of it that he can get. ]
Your loyalty means more to me than any silly house.
[ The personal attention leaves his stomach without a bottom, the foundation having fallen out some time ago with the invention of this relationship. He waits until the demon's done with the aftershave and then he leans in to steal a more pointed kiss, his arms moving around the other man despite the doctor's orders.
He feels so perfectly powerless sometimes, absolutely equivalent in legend to that of a dust mote, but Crowley still sees something there worth wanting. If this had been about sex or power he would have been gone long ago, but that's clearly not the case. Blake's neither easy nor convenient and the fact that they've maintained together for nearly a year speaks volumes in ways neither would typically acknowledge. ]
[ Finished with the razor, Crowley's less concerned with Blake staying still and he returns the kiss with a slow, deep-seeded heat. That he cares for Blake is hardly something he can deny anymore. Even if he'd tried before Dean's attack, he couldn't in the face of what it had felt like to watch Blake get attacked like that.
Crowley is attached, beyond fond and quickly falling into some new territory that he truly isn't used to treading. It's terrifying, but he isn't scared of Blake at all. ]
[ At one point it might have made sense to be afraid of Blake — especially for what he stands for — but recently the tides have turned and if ever the ship were to go down, it'd surely take them both just as swiftly as easily as can be. ]
You're good at it. Lotta practice. Makes sense.
[ He closes his eyes and just appreciates the proximity for the moment. ]
Wonder why you still gotta shave, though, if your body doesn't age. That's weird, right?
[ Not that Blake doesn't appreciate those very human aspects of Crowley. In fact, he'd miss them if they were gone. ]
Ahh, it's--it used to grow a lot slower than it does now.
[ He purses his lips and hopes that Blake won't ask what it means, because he's honestly not sure and if he's truthful, what he can piece together is even more frightening than his affections for Blake.
Standing slowly, he takes Blake's good hand and tugs him up so that he can lead him to the bed. ]
[ It certainly raises questions, though Blake doesn't bother voicing them. Allowing himself to be pulled along, he stops at the edge of the bed, his fingers crawling up to brush over the demon's wrist. ]
I like it.
[ Which is to say, he appreciates all of Crowley in almost every state he finds himself. As if to illustrate that point, he mimics the demon's earlier motion, his fingers tracing over Crowley's jaw. ]
Looks great on you. 'Specially when it's all you're wearin.
Well you know I'm happy to model for you any time.
[ He turns his head to kiss Blake's palm. It's disgustingly saccharine, but he's just recently watched Blake get beaten unconscious, so he thinks he's allowed a moment of private weakness with his most loyal subject. ]
[ He has what he wants, and that's probably the craziest part of all of this. Really, all it takes is a walk down a couple floors and Blake's pretty satisfied.
Grinning, he tugs gently at the other man's clothes, guiding them both down on to the bed. ]
That's good, 'cause I'm not ready for the night to be over too quickly. Can always sleep later.
You gonna call me pathetic if I just wanna lay here in the dark with you?
[ He doubts Crowley would ever call him pathetic, even at the worst of times, but there's always this sense of amusement at the idea of something like that. ]
If you'll rub my shoulder, I promise I'll make it worth your while.
[ Just some light massage to help those muscles get some blood would probably do wonders. ]
[ He reaches over, starting to massage with light but firm touches. ]
Let me know if it's too hard.
[ As he continues his massage, he decides that as payment for not laughing at Blake's request, he'll take Blake not laughing when he leans closer to kiss Blake's forehead. ]
[ Which is to say, even if it did hurt, Blake would be hard pressed to complain. He doesn't appreciate the injury, doesn't enjoy the so-called rest it offers, doesn't even want to wear the damn sling most of the time, but John's never taken the easy way out, has he? ]
...unless that was some kind of set up, and in that case, the harder the better.
For once, I wasn't setting you up for a dick joke.
[ He keeps working at Blake's skin, careful but effective. Blake's never been the best at taking care of himself, but Crowley's excellent at self-care and he's going to keep trying to teach Blake those skills. It's not as if Blake can't appreciate the finer things. He's just a bit crap at letting himself stop when he needs to. ]
Believe it or not, I actually want to take care of you.
Figure you wouldn't if you didn't. Not exactly good at doin' that myself.
[ He'll acknowledge what Crowley's thinking because he knows he's thinking it. Blake's so notoriously bad at taking care of himself it's really no surprise that everyone in the mansion knows it. Otherwise Crowley wouldn't be having a half-dozen conversations with people telling them to keep an eye out.
Stretching his neck a bit, Blake reaches his good arm across and rubs at a tight spot that's adjacent to his injury. Honestly, he's probably tighter now than he'd been after the initial break. ]
Prob'ly get there eventually, but for now I've got you, so...
[ Insert a mental note about taking advantage of the demon because that's lasciviousness isn't exactly new, but it sure can be renewed by Crowley on a regular basis. ]
[ With a gentle hum, Crowley brushes Blake's hand away to replace the touch with his own. He wants Blake as relaxed as he can get. ]
I'm only giving you the treatment you deserve.
[ He can't say what it is that's so special to him about Blake anymore, caught somewhere between the idea that Blake knows about some of his worst actions and still thinks he's worthwhile and the fact that Blake is delightfully kinky in all the most fun ways. ]
I would do more if I could. Line up loyal servants and give you everything you could dream up.
[ He's got all he needs, which is shocking in a way. This sort of settled existence (which is hardly settled compared to a normal person's life, but considerably steadier than the life either's due to return to) is new and different and not unappealing.
John exhales slowly and wills himself to relax under Crowley's touch. ]
How dare you. I'll have you know that demons cower at my feet. I'm not sappy.
[ His actions fully undermine his words as he massages the tension out of Blake's sore muscles with a gentle doting that he normally reserves for dogs. ]
Nope. Definitely not. You're hardened, manipulative, totally not soft for reformed troublemakers.
[ Hey, at least it's getting easier to dance around the subject of how they're totally stupid for each other. And Blake's finding it easier and easier to accept that the parts of him Crowley's nurtured are probably necessary if he wants to live to fight another day. ]
[ Yes, he knows exactly how fucked he is. He knows what a weakness Blake is, because Dean's shoved that quite violently in his face, but he thinks this is worth it. The feeling he has when he's with Blake is worth risking a little bit of emotional pain later, because he's never felt like this before. He's more alive than he'd ever been as a human. ]
[ Blake makes a noise — something content and full of relief — and melts a little more under Crowley's touch. They're both pretty human by now, both taking strides to be more than what they were, and it's never more obvious than in moments like these. Just how is it that a demon was what it took to make Blake understand how to live with the people around him. ]
You know. For everything.
[ He's not particularly good with expressing himself but he's gotten better. He's had to. ]
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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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He rubs it into Blake's skin with gentle and practiced ease, massaging Blake's jaw. Truthfully, he never thought he would ever enjoy doting on someone like this, but it's all worth it for the feeling that Blake's little smile leave in his chest. This sort of intimate touch is such a comfort to him and he wants every bit of it that he can get. ]
Your loyalty means more to me than any silly house.
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He feels so perfectly powerless sometimes, absolutely equivalent in legend to that of a dust mote, but Crowley still sees something there worth wanting. If this had been about sex or power he would have been gone long ago, but that's clearly not the case. Blake's neither easy nor convenient and the fact that they've maintained together for nearly a year speaks volumes in ways neither would typically acknowledge. ]
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Crowley is attached, beyond fond and quickly falling into some new territory that he truly isn't used to treading. It's terrifying, but he isn't scared of Blake at all. ]
Nothing beats an old fashioned shave.
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You're good at it. Lotta practice. Makes sense.
[ He closes his eyes and just appreciates the proximity for the moment. ]
Wonder why you still gotta shave, though, if your body doesn't age. That's weird, right?
[ Not that Blake doesn't appreciate those very human aspects of Crowley. In fact, he'd miss them if they were gone. ]
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[ He purses his lips and hopes that Blake won't ask what it means, because he's honestly not sure and if he's truthful, what he can piece together is even more frightening than his affections for Blake.
Standing slowly, he takes Blake's good hand and tugs him up so that he can lead him to the bed. ]
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I like it.
[ Which is to say, he appreciates all of Crowley in almost every state he finds himself. As if to illustrate that point, he mimics the demon's earlier motion, his fingers tracing over Crowley's jaw. ]
Looks great on you. 'Specially when it's all you're wearin.
[ Just sayin'. ]
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[ He turns his head to kiss Blake's palm. It's disgustingly saccharine, but he's just recently watched Blake get beaten unconscious, so he thinks he's allowed a moment of private weakness with his most loyal subject. ]
First lap dance is on the house.
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Just the first one, eh? Suspect there'll be a barter system in place for the rest. That's right, isn't it?
[ His hand slips around and grasps Crowley's ass just because he knows at least one form of "currency" Crowley can appreciate. ]
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I think you'll find it to be a fair system. It's weighted highly in your favor.
[ With a smile, he leans in to kiss Blake. ]
Why don't you lie down and get comfortable?
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Bit early for bed, don't you think?
[ As if he doesn't know where this could potentially steer them... ]
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[ His thumb brushes the back of Blake's hand. ]
We could do anything you want.
[ He finds that he doesn't even care if it's sex or just lying there together. ]
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Grinning, he tugs gently at the other man's clothes, guiding them both down on to the bed. ]
That's good, 'cause I'm not ready for the night to be over too quickly. Can always sleep later.
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You can sleep whenever you like.
[ He settles on his side next to Blake. ]
What do you want to do now?
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[ He doubts Crowley would ever call him pathetic, even at the worst of times, but there's always this sense of amusement at the idea of something like that. ]
If you'll rub my shoulder, I promise I'll make it worth your while.
[ Just some light massage to help those muscles get some blood would probably do wonders. ]
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[ He reaches over, starting to massage with light but firm touches. ]
Let me know if it's too hard.
[ As he continues his massage, he decides that as payment for not laughing at Blake's request, he'll take Blake not laughing when he leans closer to kiss Blake's forehead. ]
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[ Which is to say, even if it did hurt, Blake would be hard pressed to complain. He doesn't appreciate the injury, doesn't enjoy the so-called rest it offers, doesn't even want to wear the damn sling most of the time, but John's never taken the easy way out, has he? ]
...unless that was some kind of set up, and in that case, the harder the better.
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[ He keeps working at Blake's skin, careful but effective. Blake's never been the best at taking care of himself, but Crowley's excellent at self-care and he's going to keep trying to teach Blake those skills. It's not as if Blake can't appreciate the finer things. He's just a bit crap at letting himself stop when he needs to. ]
Believe it or not, I actually want to take care of you.
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[ He'll acknowledge what Crowley's thinking because he knows he's thinking it. Blake's so notoriously bad at taking care of himself it's really no surprise that everyone in the mansion knows it. Otherwise Crowley wouldn't be having a half-dozen conversations with people telling them to keep an eye out.
Stretching his neck a bit, Blake reaches his good arm across and rubs at a tight spot that's adjacent to his injury. Honestly, he's probably tighter now than he'd been after the initial break. ]
Prob'ly get there eventually, but for now I've got you, so...
[ Insert a mental note about taking advantage of the demon because that's lasciviousness isn't exactly new, but it sure can be renewed by Crowley on a regular basis. ]
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I'm only giving you the treatment you deserve.
[ He can't say what it is that's so special to him about Blake anymore, caught somewhere between the idea that Blake knows about some of his worst actions and still thinks he's worthwhile and the fact that Blake is delightfully kinky in all the most fun ways. ]
I would do more if I could. Line up loyal servants and give you everything you could dream up.
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[ He's got all he needs, which is shocking in a way. This sort of settled existence (which is hardly settled compared to a normal person's life, but considerably steadier than the life either's due to return to) is new and different and not unappealing.
John exhales slowly and wills himself to relax under Crowley's touch. ]
But I guess it's pretty romantic, you sap.
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[ His actions fully undermine his words as he massages the tension out of Blake's sore muscles with a gentle doting that he normally reserves for dogs. ]
I'm fearsome.
[ He bends his head to kiss Blake's shoulder. ]
And not in the least bit romantic.
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[ Hey, at least it's getting easier to dance around the subject of how they're totally stupid for each other. And Blake's finding it easier and easier to accept that the parts of him Crowley's nurtured are probably necessary if he wants to live to fight another day. ]
Thanks.
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For what, sweetheart?
[ Yes, he knows exactly how fucked he is. He knows what a weakness Blake is, because Dean's shoved that quite violently in his face, but he thinks this is worth it. The feeling he has when he's with Blake is worth risking a little bit of emotional pain later, because he's never felt like this before. He's more alive than he'd ever been as a human. ]
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You know. For everything.
[ He's not particularly good with expressing himself but he's gotten better. He's had to. ]
'Specially for always coverin' my ass.
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