Carlos was already pulling off his flannel, and the undershirt with it. He looked at Hancock with a blank expression as he tried to think about what Hancock said.
“Boxers okay?” he asked. Skin-on-skin contact wasn’t something Carlos would shy away from. And it was warm enough as long as they cuddled together. Though if Hancock was asking if he wanted to go nude, he honestly felt weird about it. Not in the way that Hancock might fear however, as Carlos always preferred to wear at least boxers to bed.
“Boxers are fine.” Honestly, as much as the ghoul wanted to take things further, this probably wasn’t the time, he was actually kind of tired anyway.
With a smile, he followed the other’s lead and stripped down to his underwear, hardly giving Carlos any time to look him over before he climbed into bed ahead of him and pulled back the covers on his side. “C’mon, get over here and hold me, ya big lug.”
Carlos laughed suddenly as he tossed his pants over onto a dresser. “You trying to say I’m fat?” he accused teasingly.
He crawled right into the bed and pulled himself right up next to Hancock. He then slid an arm around the ghoul’s waist to hold him and started to gently rub his back, trying to help him warm up a bit now that they were under the covers.
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