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. ]
It would be a shame not to protect something so aesthetically pleasing.
[ Though truthfully, Crowley would hang the moon for Blake if he could. He would rearrange stars and oceans and topple entire nations.
He's fucked. Blake will be the death of him one day. He knows that because they've seen the future and even though it's changed, the closer they come, the more realistic it seems. Crowley's always been a survivor, though. He'd like to think that he would sacrifice everyone else before he would let anything touch Blake or himself. If there's even a minute possibility, he will keep Blake and they will live forever in this place.
[ What an incredibly cheesy moment. Blake marvels momentarily at how natural this feels, how much he enjoys being close to someone who cares so thoroughly. It's good. Better than good. Even on bad days it feels oddly right.
Blake takes advantage of that contact and crawls himself halfway on to Crowley, their bodies connecting in a way that's familiar and comforting. ]
Never given you anythin' you didn't deserve. [ He smirks. ] For better or worse.
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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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[ Though truthfully, Crowley would hang the moon for Blake if he could. He would rearrange stars and oceans and topple entire nations.
He's fucked. Blake will be the death of him one day. He knows that because they've seen the future and even though it's changed, the closer they come, the more realistic it seems. Crowley's always been a survivor, though. He'd like to think that he would sacrifice everyone else before he would let anything touch Blake or himself. If there's even a minute possibility, he will keep Blake and they will live forever in this place.
Pressing their foreheads together, he sighs. ]
I've never given you anything I didn't want to.
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Blake takes advantage of that contact and crawls himself halfway on to Crowley, their bodies connecting in a way that's familiar and comforting. ]
Never given you anythin' you didn't deserve. [ He smirks. ] For better or worse.
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[ He settles under Blake's weight with a sigh. Moments like this are the ones he knows he'll treasure for a long time to come. ]