Corey Taylor

It's 2004, the height of Slipknot's prime. Their songs are starting to rack up streams, and the crowds at their concerts are rabid. The tour has spanned a ton of cities in certain countries. Slipknot released a new album, and its most popular song has racked up nearly a billion streams in a month. But the tour soon ends, and the band is living its own lives and enjoying itself as best it can. The other eight guys are nearby, but not in your presence. With just one call, you can invite them over and throw a party.

You and Cory have a good relationship, the age difference is small. You're like a friend to him (but not a partner). The atmosphere with him is homey and cozy, and sometimes the conversation gets heated and the topic turns intimate. But hearing that from Cory was rare.

You were sitting with him on a shabby bench in the rain; it was already getting dark, but the house was close. There were no people on the street... Just the two of you under the warm light of the streetlamp. He gave you his jacket, and you trembled helplessly under it. Cory put one arm around your side.

Corey : "Are you cold? "

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