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the-perfect-scientist​:

Carlos didn’t dream. At all. One moment he was falling asleep, and then the next he could feel a burning sort of ache in various parts of his body. The help of Med-X let him just forget the pain, but now it had worn off. His head seemed to pound behind his eyelids, making it impossible for him to just slip back into sleep, even though he desperately wanted to. Just… go back under into the nothing that he felt he didn’t actually get while sleeping.

He didn’t know how long he tried… just that he was frustrated with it. And upset.

Carlos made a low noise - almost like a whine in protest at his own body. He didn’t want to move at all.

The noise was his first signal that the other man was coming around and Hancock tried not to crowd him right away. He stared for a bit longer than he probably should, focused on Carlos’ breathing and confirming that he was actually awake before making any attempt to rouse him.

“Hey.....” He began softly as he reached out to touch his hand gently, a warm, tired smile on his lips. “How are you feeling, sunshine? Need me to get you anything?”

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the-perfect-scientist​: 

Carlos made a little unhappy grunt. ‘Trying’ nothing - they’d known each other for a couple years by now. How many times had Carlos kissed him? Quite a bit, actually. He wasn’t mad at Hancock, but he was a little peeved by the implication that Hancock didn’t believe he made significant progress. Carlos knew where that came from of course; Hancock had a habit of internalizing unfavorable thoughts and assumptions when it came to his looks.

Carlos sighed deeply. He lifted Hancock’s hand to gently kiss and nuzzle it, apologizing for the noise he made as he was sure the ghoul could have taken it to mean something bad. Carlos then sighed again.

It wasn’t the most accurate description of what was going on, he knew Carlos was used to his face, but he still seemed to have some reservations about his body, at least. Still, the grunt registered as more or less what it was, a reaction to his self-deprecation, not to him, specifically.

“Fifteen years is a long fuckin’ time.” He hummed softly, a warm smile spreading across his face as he reached over with his free hand to cup his face. “Look, I’m not expecting things to be perfect right off the bat, it always takes some time to learn your partner’s likes and dislikes, even if you’re both experienced. And you know..... there’s nothing really different between ghouls and smooth-skins. I mean, I might not have all my bits and pieces, but I’m still human, the only difference is how I look, otherwise it’s just like having sex with anyone else.” He paused, stroking his cheek with his thumb for a few moments before a grin spread slowly across his face. “Also...... not to brag or anything, but I’m very versatile in bed, so you don’t need to worry about our styles not matching up because I’ll just adapt to whatever you throw at me, babe.”

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Carlos scoffed softly with a grin. “You’re too much,” he said, though his tone of voice didn’t have any indication that he wanted Hancock to actually stop.

He hummed, not making any movement. “Not terribly hungry,” he admitted. “But I could eat something hot.” He glanced up at Hancock. “Yeah, there’s, like… traditional meals, but I’m not expecting you to conjure up anything. I’ll be happy with a hot stew and maybe some coffee or something. Usually my dad made a roast from the preserved meat that was hidden in the vault… lots of steamed and seasoned vegetables. We had potatoes - not tatos, just… imagine something starchy just like a tato, but with white flesh and a lot more mild tasting. It’s really good with salt and butter. I don’t think you can really make a tato taste good…”

He wrinkled his nose a bit. He didn’t like tatos since he was always expecting a potato taste, but never got it.

“Something hot, hmm.....” The ghoul hummed, running his fingers lazily through Carlos’ hair. He wished he could actually cook for him, do something special on a day that clearly meant a lot to him, especially when he was probably missing his family, but of course he had to be fucking useless. “I’m not sure what I can do about your tato problem, but I could run over to the bar and pick us up a hot meal in a little bit if you’d like.”

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Carlos grunted softly. “More than just a headache,” he admitted quietly.

But he quickly moved on, not wanting to go much further down that topic on what was one of his and Hancock’s first ‘real’ dates.

“Hancock… I want to tell you that you’re worth more than a date,” Carlos said. “I’ll try not to get too sappy but… I know you have an image here; I know that people think of you a certain way, and that that’s beneficial to the mayoral position you hold. But you’re of course so much more than that. Anyone capable of critical thinking would know that fact. And if they had put in the effort of spending actual time with you and getting to know you, like… like I’ve got the privilege to, they too would probably find you worth it. I’m just the lucky one who’s got that chance right now…”

Hancock’s smile softened, then shifted into something more like shock as he listened to him. He was used to hearing people complimenting him and talking about his status or power or whatever the hell else everyone seemed to care about so much, but Carlos was different. Carlos actually saw him and more than that, he cared and that was more than he could say about most of the people around him.

“Hey.....” His expression turned a little more serious and he squeezed Carlos’ hand gently, staring up into his eyes. “I hope you know how fucking special you are. This–– what we have here, it’s not.... something I’ve ever really wanted before–– it’s not something I pursued, anyway. But you’re different. You’re warm and soft and kind and you don’t just want to fuck me–– or want me to fuck you–– you actually fucking care about more than what I can give you and it’s...... I’m not used to it, but now that I have it? I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You’re amazing, sunshine.”

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ofauroradreams​:

          “When  I  was  further  out  west,  I  encountered  a  few  nests,”  Liana  explained  as  she  fished  through  her  backpack.    All  those  notes  were  bound  to  come  in  handy  at  some  point;  although  this  kind  of  conversation  wasn’t  what  she’d  been  expecting.    “I  used  to  scope  them  out  for  a  few  days,  just  to  see  what  I  was  walking  into.    It  can  get  pretty  dangerous  out  there.    Nests  out  this  way  are  smaller  and  less  frequent;  maybe  because  there’s  more  population?    Anyway,  yeah,  I  took  notes.”    She  brandished  the  journal  in  front  of  the  two  of  them,  before  dropping  it  on  the  table  and  flipping  through  the  pages  until  she  found  the  pages  about  her  travels  west.    “Yeah,  here,  one  of  the  biggest  nests  was  inside  this  huge  quarry.    Lotta  high  ground  for  me  to  survey  from.”

“So you’re tellin’ me you were basically like a traveling biologist.” He teased lightly, although he couldn’t help the way he perked up when she pulled out her journal, leaning forward to peek at it as she poked through it. “That kinda sounds fun actually. Get out in the world to explore and check out all the fucked up shit we got livin’ around here. Oh, shit, have you heard about these other giant fuckers out this way? I haven’t seen ‘em, but I heard from someone out by Nuka-World they’ve got fuckin’..... gatorclaws there. What the hell is that shit? As if we needed more giant ass fucking death lizards to worry about.”

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ofauroradreams​:

          “Believe  me,  I  know.”    The  stories  she  could  tell  him.    And  the  ones  she  never  would.    Liana  had  seen  her  fair  share  of  insanity  over  the  years;  and  honestly,  blue  super  mutants  ranked  pretty  low,  compared  to  some  of  the  other  crazy  she’d  encountered.    Heck,  she  was  missing  a  piece  of  her  brain,  thanks  to  some  wacked  out  boat  captain:  it  was  currently  on  display  in  her  bunker,  of  course.    “Not  sure  it’d  be  as  much  fun  if  it  wasn’t,  though,”  she  added  after  a  moment.

                    “Well,  there  you  go  then,”  she  responded  triumphantly, as  she  adjusted  her  grip  on  him.    “I’m  a  great  shot  so  I’ll  take  care  of  the  long-range  enemies  and  you  deal  with  the  ones  who  get  too  up-close  and  handsy.    It  balances  out  perfectly.    We’ll  be  back  to  Goodneighbor  in  no  time.”    Maybe.    Downtown  Boston  was  dangerous;  she  was  considering  a  longer  detour,  just  to  ensure  they’d  make  it  back  in  one  piece.

A soft snort escaped at that comment. Okay, that was a fair point, the insanity definitely kept things a hell of a lot more interesting, but at what cost? Blue super mutants were a flavor of insanity he could handle, but some of the more dangerous shit he could do without–– not necessarily to save himself any trouble, fighting could be fun as hell, but not everyone was cut out for it and they didn’t deserve to suffer just because they were a little kinder than the average wastelander.

“Heh, you really prepared to trust me with the handsy ones?” He let out a light laugh, dark eyes glancing her way as they started the slow walk back to Goodneighbor. “I’m pretty fuckin’ dangerous on a normal day, but I can’t guarantee I got the strength to really go at it right now–– unless you got some psycho on you, that is.”

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          She  shrugged.    “Who  knows  what  kind  of  experiments  deathclaws  are?    If  I  knew  of  a  nest  nearby  where  we  could  find  out,  I’d  lend  you  my  binoculars.”    Liana  shifted  around  in  her  seat,  sitting  up.    “Let’s  see…    I  know  there’s  a  den  mother,  or  an  alpha  female.    The  babies  stick  close  to  her  when  they’re  very  young,  and  she  is  very  protective  of  them.    And  there’s  usually  at  least  one  alpha  male.    Hold  on,  I  have  more  stuff  written  about  them  in  my  journal…”

“Wait, seriously?” He leaned forward, watching her curiously, suddenly very interested in this conversation–– who knew deathclaw mating was the best way to get them actually talking? “Have you been like.... watching them or somethin’? I can’t say I’ve had too many run ins with deathclaws, I’ve always just given ‘em a really wide berth whenever I see ‘em when I’m out. Figure it’s probably smarter to keep my distance than try to satisfy my curiosity, heh.”

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Carlos hummed, watching Hancock with tired eyes. There was more he wanted to say. They still needed to talk; work through hurt feelings and guilt. Carlos was sure he wasn’t the only one with guilt here… he didn’t want Hancock to feel bad about anything on Carlos’ account.

His eyes closed finally as Hancock gently touched him. The aching in his body and the dullness caused by the drugs he’d been given were making it easy to slip into sleep. As he did, he hoped he wouldn’t dream. He also hoped Hancock wouldn’t leave him before he woke up.

Hancock stayed awake for a while, just watching and listening for any signs that anything might be wrong. When he was satisfied that he didn’t have anything to worry about, he let his eyes slip shut and exhaustion take over. He didn’t try to move closer, didn’t try to touch or cuddle the other man, just passed out right where he was, laying near Carlos in the bed with only their hands in contact.

He woke up first, the sun shining in through the window hitting him right in the eye and drawing a low groan from the ghoul. All of his joints seemed to pop when he stretched and everything fucking ached. He sat up and leaned over to reach for an inhaler of Jet on the nightstand, taking a couple huffs from it to try to fend off the headache that was starting before turning back to Carlos to just watching the steady rise and fall of his chest. He wouldn’t wake him up yet, he deserved the rest after the day he’d had, but more than that..... he’d be in pain as soon as he woke up and the ghoul didn’t want to make him suffer any more than he needed to.

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Carlos sighed and glanced down as he took Hancock’s hand in his. “It’s… there’s more to it, and I just…”

He suddenly paused and stared into Hancock’s discolored sclera and irises. “I… you?” he asked, his brain caught on what Hancock had said there in the middle. Carlos cleared his throat and averted his gaze, trying to shake himself from going down that train of thought. He’d have to do that later - he was in the middle of an explanation right now.

“I, uh… I’m not going to be dishonest and say that the… that you being a ghoul wasn’t a hang-up I got stuck on. And I’m not going to say that it doesn’t make me nervous… but it’s kind of a combination of things, if that makes sense…” He swallowed slightly, trying to figure out where to start. “I don’t have a lot of experience,” he then said. “Just… kind of stopped in my early twenties.” After maybe a handful of times.

The disjointed thoughts as Carlos started speaking were a little confusing to try to follow and Hancock didn’t quite pick up that he’d thrown him off by suggesting he’d be the one receiving. Which position they each took didn’t really matter to him, anyway.

“I understand, sunshine. It ain’t for everyone. I appreciate you’re at least..... trying to get used to this mug though.” He let out a soft chuckle and reached down to take his hand, giving it a little squeeze. “I...... don’t know what your experience has been like and honestly, even if you had none, it wouldn’t change anything for me. Just talk to me about what you know and what you’re comfortable with, maybe? I can help you learn more what you like, or if you even like it, some folks don’t and that’s fine. Just tell me where you’re at, yeah? I won’t push you into anything–– I mean, I’m still gonna flirt with you, but I won’t push, I promise. The last thing I wanna do is scare you off.”

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katariisaam​:

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Hancock let out a low hum around him in agreement. Yeah, he was definitely a fan. He continued bobbing his head on him, gradually taking him in deeper despite Isaam’s girth. It took a bit of effort and the elf’s fingers were digging pretty deeply into the qunari’s ass by the time he’d managed to swallow him down all the way, but now the fun could really begin.

A moan rumbled up from his chest, vibrating around Isaam’s cock as he pulled off about halfway before swallowing him down again. The hands on his ass moved his hips in time with each dip of his head, pushing and pulling him to fuck his own throat with Isaam’s dick and listening to his reactions to guide him.

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Carlos grinned at that, entirely too pleased with Hancock’s answer. “Sounds swell… I’d definitely rather have you here with me too. Where it’s warm and cozy.” He shifted a little bit before settling again against Hancock, almost as if to make a point that he wasn’t going to move any time soon.

He was already thinking about bed time: curling up under the covers together. Maybe playing a game on the Pip-boy while they cuddled up with the blankets and pillows. The cold really made it easy for one to feel lazy… especially on Christmas.

“I’d rather be with you than deal with anyone else. You’re my favorite person.” To accentuate this, Hancock turned his head to press a kiss to Carlos’ hair. He’d be more than happy to just sit like this all day, although cuddling in bed sounded a lot nicer–– maybe after something to eat, though.

“Hey, you hungry? What uh..... what do you normally eat for this holiday or whatever? Or is there a special meal? I feel like I should be doin’ something special for ya.”

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“Doesn’t keep people from doing it, surprisingly,” Carlos said with a disappointed-sounding sigh. “I just never participated in it - it’s how you start drama in a small, enclosed space.” Though Carlos’ standards probably meant next to nothing outside the Vault, he felt better sticking to them anyway.

Though to hear Hancock say he appreciated something like courting was a bit of a surprise. A nice one that had Carlos smiling again, if shyly. “I’m not… I mean, thank you, Han,” he said, correcting himself mid-sentence. “I try my best. It means a lot that you appreciate it. I haven’t done this in so long, and I…” He huffed softly and waved his hand, as if to dissipate the thought. “Never mind - doesn’t matter. It was years ago.” He was mostly telling himself that, but he hadn’t lowered his voice at all.

“That doesn’t surprise me, people are stupid.” Hancock snorted, rolling his eyes. “That kinda drama’s bad enough when you’re not stuck in a small space with a bunch’a people, I can’t imagine what a headache it is when you can’t even get away from ‘em when they get too annoying.”

The ghoul’s smile widened as Carlos stumbled over himself and he gave his hand a little squeeze, then lifted it to his lips to press a kiss to his knuckles. “I’ve never done this kinda thing before, but not ‘cause I didn’t want to, just.... never found the right person. Never been worth a date before, I guess, heh.”

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//heyyyy I’m so sorry I’ve been like totally nonexistent here, I’ve been struggling just to do replies for ONE blog lately, let alone four, BUT I just queued everything in my drafts and it should be posting over the next few days!

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the-perfect-scientist​:

“Says you,” Carlos murmured and he gently nuzzled against Hancock’s skin.

He had to bring it up. He had to get the ball rolling somehow… let Hancock know that he cared about him so much but was really struggling with this one thing in their relationship (excepting of course talks of marriage maybe, but people in the wasteland probably didn’t even think about that as much…) Gee… nice of his thoughts to derail a nice and playful moment between them. It wasn’t going to leave him alone for a long while.

“I’m sorry, by the way,” he said lowly with a frown. “I don’t know what’s got me so… held up. I mean, I have a few ideas, but… I don’t know which one it is.” He meant it - he was genuinely unhappy that he wasn’t able to push himself to commit physically.

The apology caught him off guard and Hancock leaned away slightly so he could try to meet Carlos’ eyes. It took him a few moments to piece together what he was talking about, but once he did, he let out a soft chuckle and offered a reassuring smile as he spoke. “Hey, it’s alright. I know I’m a little eh.... forward about what I want, but if you’re not into it, you’re not into it and that’s fine with me. I don’t need you to fuck me to be happy with you and I know things...... ain’t exactly pretty down there–– or anywhere, heh. As long as I know you still want me around..... that’s enough for me.”

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ofauroradreams​:

          Liana  flicked  the  bottle  cap  on  the  table  listlessly.    “Yeah,  I’ve  been  to  some  of  those  ones,”  she  admitted,  hesitating  for  a  moment  before  adding,  “It  wasn’t  like  that.    We  fought  radroaches  sometimes,  that  was  the  biggest  threat.    I  didn’t  even  want  to  leave,  but  they  were  going  to  kill  me.    It  wasn’t  my  fault,  I  didn’t  even  know…  but  they  tried  to  kill  me  anyway.”    They’d  killed  Jonas,  after  all.    And  her  father  believed  she’d  have  been  safer  inside…    What  a  joke.

          “It’s  whatever  now,”  she  shrugged  it  off,  even  though  it  clearly  wasn’t;  but  it  was  easier  to  say  that  than  face  the  truth.    “I  didn’t  need  them.    They  needed  me,  if  you  can  believe  the  irony,  but  I  never  needed  them.”

“That’s fucked up......” He frowned. There wasn’t a whole lot he could say, he couldn’t relate, exactly. Hancock had grown up pretty sheltered and spoiled by wasteland standards and never really knew hardship until he was already grown. Even then, it had been his own choice to leave home, not anyone else’s, the fact he couldn’t exactly go back now didn’t change anything. 

He could tell she was lying, a pain like that wasn’t just something a person got over like it never mattered, but he wasn’t about to needle her about it either. Not when it clearly still stung. “Hey, fuck ‘em. Clearly they didn’t deserve you, you’re better off without assholes like that if you ask me.”

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katariisaam​:

He huffed a breath of a laugh as he watched the elf work, head tilting to one side.

“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with a little roughness.” he spoked. 

“But I trust that you’ll let me know if I get a little too rough.” The last thing he wanted to do was hurt someone in the act. He’d only done so once in the past, but it was enough to for him to always want to take precaution and check in on his bed partners. No matter the size.

A pleased rumble slipped out from his lips, his cock twitching in response to those kisses.

“Y’like what ya see?”

“I prefer it a little rough, actually.” Hancock hummed in between kisses as he let his hands roam over Isaam’s legs, fingertips trailing over each dip and curve of muscle before settling on his ass. He glanced up at him again, offering a little smirk and squeezing lightly.

“I’d say I’m a fan.” He hummed, low and husky, then trailed a line from the base of his cock to the head and swirled his tongue around it lazily before taking him into his mouth agonizingly slowly, never breaking eye contact the entire time.