The Barefoot Violinist

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When he got home that afternoon, he realised that he hadn't given Cory his address and he didn't have his number. 'Oh well,' he sighed to himself flopping down on his bed, 'at least I don't have to see his face this evening.'

At exactly five, the doorbell rang. Bennett got up sleepily and stumbled his way to the front door. Opening it, he came face-to-face with Cory, who was smiling jauntily at him. His dark hair looked as if he'd been running his hands through it a few times.

"Hi..." Bennett yawned, stepping aside to let him in.

"Hey!" Cory said still smiling at him. Looking over at Bennett, he wanted to grab him and put his face in his neck. His disheveled hair, that sleepy look in his eyes and flushed cheeks made Cory stop in his tracks. Everything about him was perfect. Even the creased t-shirt.

Following Bennett to the kitchen, he took out a bottle of water for Cory. "How did you know where I lived?" Bennett asked taking a sip of water.

"Blue." Cory lied smoothly. 'Slowly, very slowly...' he thought.

"Yeah, she seems to have eased up on you. What did you tell her?" he looked suspiciously at him. Blue hadn't been as overprotective as before. Something that he was grateful for, even if her presence made him feel better. But recently, she would disappear every time Cory was anywhere near, and when she wasn't there, Cory would always find a way to be near him. 

"We have a truce. We are working on making peace..." which was true. It was stretching the truth a bit thin, but in essence it was true.

"Whatever." Bennett said leading the way to his room.

It was exactly the way Cory had remembered it. Sitting down on the bed, Cory almost wanted to fall back and relax. It was nice to be back again, he sighed to himself. Leaning back on his hands, his thumbs stroked the sheets. Remembering all the things they had done in this bed, he closed his eyes and breathed in Bennett's scent with a contented sigh. 

"Are you okay?" Bennett asked watching Cory's strange behavior. "Should we rather do this another day?"

"No!" Cory's eyes flashed open in alarm. "No, it's okay. Where do you want to start?"

An hour later, Bennett was ready to beat himself to death. He was sure that if he tried to beat Cory to death, he'd be too stupid to die. Pinching his nose, he leaned back, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips.

"Should we maybe take a break?" Cory looked over at Bennett. He couldn't concentrate on anything for the last hour, other than Bennett sitting beside him. Feeling the heat of his body, grazing his arm as they worked. Every movement shot bolts of electricity through Cory. He found himself leaning closer and closer to Bennett as he was trying to explain something that he wasn't really interested in, as it had nothing to do with Bennett. He only wanted him to keep talking all night.

"Cory, are you sure you don't want me to do the assignment? You would get an A for it you know? In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if you got an A plus for it." Bennett tried again. He wasn't so much afraid of Cory anymore. There was no way he could hurt him now, he seemed to have given that up completely.

"Hey, you make it sound like you don't want to work with me." Cory said jokingly.

"You're right, I actually don't want to work with you, but since suicide is not an option, I'll have to grin and bare it, I suppose."

"You sound just like Red now." Cory shook his head, dumbfounded. 

"I've learnt a lot from her." he smiled enigmatically, immediately holding Cory's attention. "Shall we finish? I still have to practice tonight." he closed his books not waiting or Cory to respond.