Fear and Adrenaline, for doctor_terror

[raventonbeauty]

From here.



Ashley smiled wryly at the question, tilting his head up to kiss the tip of Scarecrow's scarred nose. "Let me up," he said, pushing at Scarecrow and giving him a pout. Dizzy with afterglow from the intense orgasm, Ashley bit his lip, watching Scarecrow with low-lidded eyes. "You ought to learn how to finger someone."

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[doctor_terror]

"Mostly meal replacement bars and other ready-to-eat foods," Scarecrow replied. Which he guessed weren't up to his lover's tastes. He had thought about getting a small propane grill, but he didn't want caught grilling in the backyard of a house that was supposed to be empty.

"But, I can show you another way into this house, so you don't have to crawl in through the window. I think you've earned that right by now."

[raventonbeauty]

"Fine," Ashley sighed, wrinkling his nose. He got to his feet, starting to dress. "I'll go home to eat. I want a cappuccino and a chocolate croissant."

He tossed out his hair, annoyed that he had no brush to fix it but knowing that he looked beautiful even when mussed. "I suppose I'll come back tonight, then."

[doctor_terror]

Scarecrow sat up to put his pants and boots back on, followed by his leg brace. "We cannot all live the life of luxury," He pointed out, tightening the straps on the brace before standing up.

He put his shirt back on before guiding Ashley downstairs, to the library and seemingly to his lover's usual entrance. However, he stopped halfway across the room and lifted a rug, showing a trapdoor. "This leads to a tunnel that will take you outside. I suspect whoever built this house was a rather paranoid sort who felt the need for such an escape." He picked up a flashlight on a nearby table and offered it to the younger man. "Unless you would rather keep climbing over the fence and through the window?"

[raventonbeauty]

Ashley looked down at the trapdoor, considering it with wrinkled nose. He handed the flashlight back. "Less spiders," he said, retreating to the window and sitting on the ledge. "Why do you live here? You're a doctor. Why don't you live a life of luxury? Or at least a life with proper breakfasts."

[doctor_terror]

"I could have, once," Crane said, setting the flashlight down and closing the trapdoor. "But my colleagues saw my off-duty work and I had a bit of trouble with the law." And a certain masked vigilante.

He was aware that if he put all of this Scarecrow stuff behind, he could live the life of a billionaire with many Nobel Prizes. He just didn't want to.