Carlos made a questioning noise and it took him a moment to
think about what Hancock said to him. “Uh… well, theoretically I could,” he
answered. “Though I can’t say I know
much about them… what made them so cool? Er… I guess hot, I should say.” He smiled a bit at his bad joke.
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“Hmn?” Carlos hummed. “Oh… um… yeah, I think we can do this
again,” he agreed. He squeezed Hancock’s hand with his own. “One of my favorite things is to cuddle up with you
someplace warm.” He shut his eyes and sighed.
“Before coming out here, I hadn’t had a bath since I was
really young. The Vault is mostly made up of single-person showers, and pretty
early we’d learn to use them.” He took another deep breath and shifted a bit,
listening to the water blurb against the edges of the tub from his movement. “We
just started the bath and it’s already the most comfortable one you’ve had,
huh?” he asked Hancock, smirking very slightly.
Carlos smiled at him –a little nervous, yeah, but he was
actually starting to relax a little. With Hancock in front of him the anxiety
high with the thought of ‘I messed this up, I messed this up!’ was starting to
go away so he felt like he could calm down some more. He pulled his arms around
Hancock’s shoulders and chest and pulled him back, holding him close. Just like
in bed… just without clothes.
“Not too much,” he told Hancock. “I promise.” He rested his
chin on Hancock’s shoulder and let out a sigh, trying to lessen the tension in
his body.
Carlos looked at it and nodded. “Yeah. Let’s hope it’s still
kinda warm. Heh.” He finished kicking off the rest of his vault suit and Carlos
quickly picked it up from the floor and put it on the back of a chair. He made
a mental note to wash it that night so he could dry it. As for his underwear…
Carlos hesitated for a moment, but he took a quick breath and dropped them
before kicking them toward the chair to be washed later too.
He turned to glance at Hancock and give him a slightly
nervous smile before heading for the tub, not giving the other much time to look
him over before he actually got in the tub. The water was still kinda warm,
which was good, and Carlos didn’t waste time crouching down and sitting pressed
against one end of the tub.
Carlos’ face started to warm, even as there was a twist of
disbelief in the pit of his stomach. “Gosh… you’re awfully sweet, Hancock,” he
murmured, finally chancing to meet his eyes with a shy smile. “You know just
what to say…” Carlos still had his left arm stubbornly crossed over his lower
chest, but he gingerly reached his right arm out to grip Hancock’s shoulder to
show that he appreciated it.
Carlos almost immediately curled in on himself and he had on
an awkward grin, though he still couldn’t look Hancock in the eye. “C’mon… I
gained like half my weight back since you took me in.” He gave a soft, nervous
laugh. “Heh… I’m such a slob…”
“Same to you,” Carlos told him, giving him a smile. He
started to shed his suit, and tried hard not to squirm under Hancock’s gaze. After what just happened, Carlos felt like he
didn’t have any right to be at all sheepish about his body. God, he had so much
hair… and he was starting to fill in again since having left the wasteland. He
was a little bit disappointed in himself.
He tried not to look at himself as he pulled off his
undershirt.
Carlos gently head-butted him. “Stop… just stop. It wasn’t
you.” Carlos didn’t wanna keep playing the ‘no, it’s my fault’ game right now,
though he was damn sure it was his own fault. He just wanted to take a time out
from the world. So instead, he smiled at Hancock. “I dunno if you’ve figured it
out, but… I really like it when you touch my hair. So I’m all for you helping
me wash it out.” He tilted his head to press a kiss to Hancock’s cheekbone,
just under his left eye.
Carlos was surprised that Hancock was
suddenly hugging him, but after a partial moment he put his arms around the
other and held onto him, trying to breath out high-strung tension in his chest.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I didn’t mean to…
freak like that either. I… I shouldn’t have.
And… I shouldn’t have switched languages on you. Y-you’re right, I was
talking about myself and stuff but… I’m sorry if- if that shut you out or
something…” Carlos made a soft, pitiful sound and tried to bury his head into
Hancock’s shoulder. “My head hurts…”
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