Always Go Out On A High Note
by Frankie
SUMMARY: It takes something more than a little chase to ruin Cory's day.
DISCLAIMER: The character of Cory Raines is not mine and he was not harmed during the making of this story. Dan Baxter, however, belongs to me.
Author's notes: Written for the first ever NickZone Lyric Wheel. Thanks to Sue for inviting me to play and for the title. Thanks to Candace for the lyrics. They just screamed Cory to me. I've never really written Cory before so this was fun for me to try. I might try my hand at fleshing out their story and see where it takes them.
Rated: Adults Only
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Cory Raines couldn't stop smiling. Not only had the last bank job gone incredibly well, but the haul had been thousands more than he'd figured it would be. He'd drop off a few bundles of cash at the local homeless shelter, then toss some the church's way just to hedge his bets. The rest he'd split with his newest partner, then hit a bar to do a little recreational drinking.
"I can't believe we got away with it."
Smirking, Cory looked at the young man behind the wheel of their getaway car. "Believe it," he said, kissing a bundle of hundreds before stashing it back in the bag and tossing the sack into the backseat.
"You gotta admit it's pretty incredible."
"Are you trying to say that you doubted my plan?" Cory asked the dark- haired man sitting next to him. "Come on, Danny boy, haven't you known me long enough to trust my talents? Besides, I wouldn't have hooked up with you if I didn't think you could handle yourself."
That part was entirely true. Cory would never forget sitting in that coffee house when he felt the unmistakable hum of another immortal nearby. Not just any immortal, though. This was one who hadn't died yet and who probably didn't know just what he was. When Cory had turned to see Dan Baxter walk through the front door, he said a quick prayer of thanks to whatever deity had seen fit to create such a fine specimen. Whether it was the cocky stride or the striking blue eyes paired with the jet black hair, Cory wanted him from the moment he set eyes on him. They'd been inseparable ever since and had decided to seal their partnership with the first of what Cory was sure would be many crimes together.
Dan laughed and grabbed Cory's knee. "I know all about your skills, Cory. I was talking about the bank job."
"You're funny," Cory sneered. "But speaking of skills..." He moved closer to his partner and placed his hand on Dan's leg. "I feel like celebrating."
"Yeah? Me too." Dan chuckled as Cory's hand began to creep towards his crotch. "Fuck!"
"No, not yet," Cory murmured, nibbling on Dan's earlobe. "It's best to wait until the car has stopped for that."
"No, wiseass," Dan said, his eyes locked on the rearview mirror. "You'd better take a look."
"What? What is it?" Cory sat up and turned around to see flashing red and blue lights following them. From the looks of it, the local PD had sent out their entire force. "Good lord, that's a bit of overkill for a couple of bank robbers, isn't it?"
"Cory, we robbed the bank across from City Hall," Dan growled, pushing down the accelerator. "You just *had* to do it under their noses, didn't you? And even after you saw the mayor in line, you still had to go through with it."
"I don't recall you objecting once you saw the inside of the vault," Cory sniffed and turned back around. "We'll outrun them."
"Are you kidding me? Criminals can *never* outrun the cops." Dan shook his head. "No, man, this is it. We have to stop and turn ourselves in."
"Dammit," Cory snapped. He crossed his arms in front of his chest. "I specifically picked a small town so the local bumpkins couldn't catch us. The mayor does his own banking, for chrissake! It shouldn't be this hard."
"Yeah, well, surprise, lover," Dan said through clenched teeth, both hands gripping the wheel. "I don't think this is going to end well for either of us. If I don't stop now, we're dead."
Cory licked his lips and moved to put an arm around Dan's shoulders. "Um, that's not necessarily true."
"Excuse me?"
"There's something I need to tell you," Cory said, the calm, even tone of his voice belying the tension of the chase in which they were currently involved. "I can't die."
Dan looked at him as if he'd offered to have his baby. "God, Cory, now is not the time to start with your immortality shit. You *can* die and you *will* die if I don't stop this car."
Cory laughed and kissed Dan's cheek. "Look, I'm not crazy and I wasn't just blowing hot air about living forever. As long as I steer clear of certain sharp objects in the hands of certain...sharp people, I will go on living."
"Goddammit, Cory, this isn't the time!"
"Hey, take it easy," Cory soothed, stroking Dan's hair, giggling when the other man tried to pull away from him. "I don't need you to be doubting me."
"And I don't need you to be fucking with me." There was a glint of fear in Dan's eyes as he looked at his partner. "I think you've finally lost your mind."
"Nope, not yet," Cory said with a grin. "Trust me, okay? I can't die, and even better than that, for you, is the fact that you can't either."
The car swerved but Dan quickly regained control. His eyes darted to the rearview mirror then to Cory. "What do you mean? Are you serious?"
Cory smirked. "First question, I mean you can't die. Second question, yes."
"I..."
"Don't question it, okay?" Cory whispered, grabbing one of Dan's hands off the wheel and pressing it to his lap. "Do you really want to go to prison? If you stop, that's what's gonna happen." He smiled when he felt Dan squeeze him, and kissed his ear. "You're way too pretty to last long in there before some big ugly asshole named Clyde decides he wants you to be his newest fuck toy. But if you trust me, we can get these assholes off our tail and have a bit of fun doing it."
"You're a fucking lunatic," Dan murmured.
Cory laughed softly, tickling Dan's ear with hot breath. "I'd like to think I'm more of a fucking machine, but I'll take whatever I can get." His own hand strayed to the fastening of his jeans, deftly unbuttoning them and lowering the zipper. "Come on, Danny boy," he whispered, licking at the sensitive whorls of his lover's ear. "One last bit of fun for this life and then we pick up in the next?"
Dan's hand stilled for a second then slowly crept inside the Cory's jeans, pulling out his half-hard cock. "I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm suicidal."
"It's not suicide if you're not really going to die," Cory purred, his cock steadily hardening as Dan began stroking it. "God, Danny, I didn't realize you could drive so well with only one hand on the wheel and one hand in my pants. You're truly gifted."
"Just be thankful we're not facing any curves," Dan replied, grunting when he felt a questing hand begin to tease between his legs. "You're right, Cory. If I stop, we go to prison. I'd rather end it all with you than face that, anyway. I...I can't go there. I'd miss you and I know they wouldn't let us stay together."
The sentiment surprised Cory but he shelved his reaction to it for later. He'd be able to deal with it properly once they were in a hot tub with a nice bottle of red wine and nothing to bother them but some bubbles.
"So what do you want to do?" Cory whispered, biting his bottom lip as Dan teased and stroked him.
"Whatever you want."
Cory shivered and let out a soft moan. "That's better. Stick with me, kid, and you'll never have to do time. Or, even if you do, it won't last. I'd bust us out of there so fast, your head would spin. But you've got to die before any of that would work."
"Yeah, sure, okay," Dan said, his hand stroking and squeezing Cory's erection faster as Cory continued rubbing him through his jeans. "I'll believe anything you say."
"Perfect," Cory whispered, his voice shaking as he drew closer and closer to his orgasm. "See that drop off up ahead? The one with the barricades?" he asked, breathless and gasping, the heat and friction of Dan's hand already driving him crazy. "Bust through it. They'll think we're dead and leave us alone."
"But...but the cliff..."
"Too far down...they won't search..." Cory's teeth found Dan's earlobe and bit down, making the other man cry out. "Just do it..."
"But it says stop," Dan said inanely.
"I don't..." Cory's voice caught in his throat. "Of course it does, but I don't care what the sign says. Don't stop!"
Dan nodded his head, and slamming the accelerator to the floor, headed for the barricade and the sheer drop off that would mean the death of both of them. As the car went over the edge, Cory came, screaming with joy and triumph as they went airborne.
The police cars screeched to a stop, lights still flashing and sirens still wailing. Officers stumbled from their vehicles, stunned at what they'd just witnessed. Finally, one gathered his wits long enough to get on the radio and report the incident. The state rescue teams that arrived on the scene agreed that there would be little to no point in putting lives at risk to recover the crushed remains of a couple of bank robbers, and figured that the entire incident would soon be forgotten.
The story stayed in the papers for about a week, playing up the angle of the bank robbers who decided to end it all rather than face being caught. All of the officers who were interviewed said they'd never seen anything like it. Of course, they hadn't really seen all that much in a town that size, and they knew it would be the craziest thing they ever *would* see. Soon, though, the stories spread until they'd reached mythic proportions, tales of the criminals becoming the stuff of legend. The small town was inundated with people claiming to have known the two dark-haired rogues, willing to share their anecdotes with anyone who'd listen. Eventually, a small tourist industry grew, including guided tours to the bank that hadbeen robbed followed by a bus ride out to the crash site. Some people had even taken it upon themselves to erect a shrine at theplace where the car had gone over.
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"I've got another clipping."
Cory turned off the television. "Yeah? Let's see what they're saying now."
Dan took a seat next to him on the couch and handed him the newspaper clipping. "The gist of it is that the town's gotten such a windfall because of the publicity related to us, they're thinking of erecting a statue in the town square commemorating our exploits."
"Excellent," Cory laughed, putting his arm around Dan and settling down to read the article. "If it wasn't for me, you would never have ended up being immortalized in bronze."
"Even better, if it wasn't for you, I never would have known the truth about who I really am." Dan sighed and rested his head on Cory's shoulder. "I owe you everything."
Cory perked up at that and dropped a kiss onto Dan's hair. "I'm glad you think so," he grinned. "I've been thinking about our next job..."
END
Take Me On The Road, by Kim Char Meredith
You drive so well with only one hand
On the wheel,
You got me doing triple in a
55 mile-an-hour zone.
You drive so well with only one hand
On the wheel,
The car shudders as you brake,
The wind howls as I moan, oh
(Chorus:)
Take me on the road-
Take me, take me, take me for a ride.
Take me on the road-
Drive me, drive me, drive me,
Drive me crazy!
You drive so well with only one hand
On the wheel,
I'm amazed - No, I'm in awe as you
Make the curves!
You drive so well with only one hand
On the wheel,
Even as I scream,
You barely swerve - oh
(Chorus)
I don't care what the sign says -
Don't stop!
(Chorus to fade)
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