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Carlos smiled and nodded, opening his mouth to take a bite from the cake in Hancock’s hands. It was incredibly crunchy and sweet, despite the years it was sealed away in this cardboard box. One had to wonder about pre-war food – what was it made of for it to be preserved for so long?

“Ish goo’!” he reported, his mouth still full as he was still chewing.

He let out a little giggle at that and covered his mouth to avoid accidentally spitting any of his mouthful of food out. Once he finished his bite, he moved in closer and took Carlos by the arm to lead him over to the couch so they could sit instead. “Come on, let’s dig in in comfort, huh? What else did you get?”

Carlos set his tote on the coffee table and started pull things out. “The usual,” he answered. “Some Fancy Lads, a pack of bubble gum – I was running low – A couple bottles of Nuka Cherry… oh, here’s some Nuka Dark. I don’t know what it is, but it came out of Nuka World, so I thought we’d give it a try. I also got us some cooked squirrel bits and carrots for dinner later.”

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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.

“What? I would never.” He chuckled as he pulled Carlos down faster and immediately clung to him. Grinning, the ghoul began peppering his face with kisses and threw a leg over the other man. “Mmmm…. you’re really warm, y’know. S’nice.”

Carlos chuckled. “Glad I’m good for something,” he joked. His hand came up to touch Hancock’s cheek and guide the ghoul’s mouth to his own so they could kiss where Carlos really wanted to.

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Carlos shook his head. “None whatsoever,” he told Hancock and he pressed a kiss to the ghoul’s mouth. “I need a bit of time to freshen up, if that’s okay.” Carlos had a sweater vest and shirt that he’d gotten and was saving for an occasion like this. It didn’t seem like Hancock’s style, but it was Carlos’ and he was hoping to look nice. And that Hancock would appreciate it.

“Freshen up? Now it really does sound like a date.” Hancock winked and leaned in for one last kiss before he pulled away. “Go on then, take all the time ya need freshening up, I’ll be right here.”

Carlos tried not to grin too hard or seem to eager as he squeezed Hancock’s hand before running off to clean and dress up. Thankfully he’d had the foresight to trim his beard, but his hair did need to be brushed and his face washed.

But eventually Carlos came back, fresh as the morning wearing the shirt and vest. Even as he walked out though, he started to worry that he might be over-dressed.

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Carlos grinned at him, his attention now diverted as well. “I told you – Daisy had some come in. Said something about the trade coming out of Nuka World getting better. Anyway, I had the caps so I figured why not? I’m very glad it’s a hit with you though – I was worried because of the price.”

“Daisy’s been holdin’ out on me?” He half-joked as he took another bite then offered the cake to Carlos with a little smile, chewing and swallowing before speaking again. “Have you tried it yet? Want a bite?”

Carlos smiled and nodded, opening his mouth to take a bite from the cake in Hancock’s hands. It was incredibly crunchy and sweet, despite the years it was sealed away in this cardboard box. One had to wonder about pre-war food – what was it made of for it to be preserved for so long?

“Ish goo’!” he reported, his mouth still full as he was still chewing.

Have To | Carlos & Standing Bear

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In spite of Carlos’ gut reaction, he really couldn’t argue with that.
He held onto his bag with one hand, trying to keep the strap up closer
to his neck so that his injured shoulder didn’t get too much of the
weight on it. With his other hand he reached out to grip Standing Bear’s
offered arm.

“I feel like an old woman,” Carlos joked with a slight smile on his face.

“An old woman who will live getting across this river. Hold on to me,” Standing bear guided his hands to hold on his around his waist and neck, piggyback style. Once he felt Carlos was secure enough, he walked into the river, quickly reaching up to his neck before he had to swim across.

Carlos was nervous and scared. Honestly, he worried that his weight and grip would impede Standing Bear too much, but at the same time he really, really didn’t want to let go. His Pipboy clicked wildly, warning them of the rads in the water. Carlos wished sometimes there was a way to silence it.

“L-let me know if-if it gets too hard to swim,” Carlos murmured right next to the other man’s ear. He didn’t know what he’d do, but… he didn’t know.

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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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Carlos grinned stupidly. “You’re ridiculously sweet,” he cooed. “That sounds great. Dare I say, romantic.” It made Carlos want to just kiss him now. A lot.

“Romantic? Well, perhaps I should take a step back, hmm?” He chuckled as he took Carlos’ hand and tugged him closer to peck him on the cheek. “I hope you don’t have a problem with a little romance, sweetheart.”

Carlos shook his head. “None whatsoever,” he told Hancock and he pressed a kiss to the ghoul’s mouth. “I need a bit of time to freshen up, if that’s okay.” Carlos had a sweater vest and shirt that he’d gotten and was saving for an occasion like this. It didn’t seem like Hancock’s style, but it was Carlos’ and he was hoping to look nice. And that Hancock would appreciate it.

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“Not unless someone’s got a recipe book from pre-war,” Carlos said a little sadly. But then an idea came to him. “Oh – but I can show you how to make popsicles! Some day, we should get some mutfruit juice and some clean skewer-type sticks and I’ll show you what my dad showed Mikey and I. You might like it.”

When it got warmer, of course – Carlos didn’t want Hancock to have any more issues with his circulation than the winter already gave him.

“Hmm…. that’s too bad.” A small frown crossed his face as he briefly mourned the ice cream he’d never get to try. Fortunately, Carlos was able to distract him easily enough and he perked up again with a smile. “That doesn’t sound halfway bad, we should make ‘em sometime, shouldn’t be too hard to find some juice and some sticks, right?”

“Not hard at all,” Carlos said with a smile. “They’re really nice on a hot day – sometimes the environmental controls would go out in the vault and cold treats like that made it more bearable.” Maybe they could try experimenting with milk and make creamsicles? Carlos wasn’t a good cook, but he could experiment.

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Carlos nodded. “That’s alright,” he said. “It was some kind of harvest celebration maybe four hundred years ago, but turned into people dressing up in costumes for sweets and candy. Just… something about offering the the harvest to spirits of the land or something…”

Carlos set his tote bag on the coffee table and pulled out the funnel cakes. He offered the box to Hancock. “Wanna give the first one a try? I don’t know what a funnel cake is… but it looks good. If… squiggly.”

“Harvest spirits? What the fuck?” His face scrunched up in confusion, but Carlos managed to quickly derail him with funnel cake. His eyes lit up and he took the box, opening it and pulling one of the cakes out. He shoved it in his mouth and let out a pleased hum, nodding to the scientist in approval. “This is good shit, man, where’d you find it?“

Carlos grinned at him, his attention now diverted as well. “I told you – Daisy had some come in. Said something about the trade coming out of Nuka World getting better. Anyway, I had the caps so I figured why not? I’m very glad it’s a hit with you though – I was worried because of the price.”