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“Uhhhhh….. no they don’t and…… Kraglin knows how to strip one for parts…. as for how to operate it….I don’t think so….”

Carlos frowned. “Maybe we oughtta pick them up rather than just wait for them to come to the house,” he suggested. “Dad has a car we can drive. My Driver’s license shouldn’t be expired. I think.”

Looks at him. “And… how am I supposed to hide? You want me to come out in daylight?” Looks at him nerviously.

“Uh– oh…” Carlos said softly. “I’m sorry, I forgot about that. Um… maybe Mikey and I can go. And you can stay here with Dad?”

“Yeah…. they should be next to my ship….and I’ll hang out with your old man. Who knows I might be able to help him out around here or something.”

Carlos smiled at him. “Like planning for lunch or dinner – you know better about what the boys can eat so it’d be a great help. Speaking of which… should we go get some breakfast?”

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“Uhhhhh….. no they don’t and…… Kraglin knows how to strip one for parts…. as for how to operate it….I don’t think so….”

Carlos frowned. “Maybe we oughtta pick them up rather than just wait for them to come to the house,” he suggested. “Dad has a car we can drive. My Driver’s license shouldn’t be expired. I think.”

Looks at him. “And… how am I supposed to hide? You want me to come out in daylight?” Looks at him nerviously.

“Uh– oh…” Carlos said softly. “I’m sorry, I forgot about that. Um… maybe Mikey and I can go. And you can stay here with Dad?”

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“Uhhhhh….. no they don’t and…… Kraglin knows how to strip one for parts…. as for how to operate it….I don’t think so….”

Carlos frowned. “Maybe we oughtta pick them up rather than just wait for them to come to the house,” he suggested. “Dad has a car we can drive. My Driver’s license shouldn’t be expired. I think.”

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Yondu
make a grumbled whine and stays snuggled close and starts nibbling and
kissing at his neck with a purr. “ noooo no get up…. warm comfy….
mine..”

Carlos yelped. “Ah! Yondu, stop biting at me!” he said and he gently smacked at his shoulder. “Come on! I smell sausage and eggs!”

Grunts and then kisses him full on humming into the kiss deepening ithands playing through his hair.

Carlos quickly started to get uneasy with the kiss. It felt nice, but did Yondu know what he was doing? Carlos made a noise before putting his hands on YOndu’s shoulder and pushing him, though not hard – just enough for him to get the idea.

Yondu mumbles still pretty much asleep and snuggles back up with him slowly waking up. “Mhmmm….. boys here yet?”

“Uh… uh, no. But it’s breakfast time. You should eat something… it’ll help you wake up.” Carlos pat his shoulder again. “Come on – for serious. Let’s get up.”

Stretches and gets up looking to him and smiles leaning over and kisses his cheek. “Morning beautiful.”

Carlos blinked. Was he doing this sort of thing on purpose??

“Um… morning,” he said, trying to offer YOndu a slight smile. “Dad’s making breakfast – can you smell it?”

Yondu blinks a bit and yawns the sniffs a bit. “Mhmmmm Yeah…. smells good….. “ stands stretching still in his boxers as he saunters out of the room still half asleep.

“Hey – Hey, hey, hey! Yondu! Clothes!” Carlos called. He wriggled out of the covers in his bed to get up. His head swam a bit from the sudden change in position, but he tried still to run after Yondu. Only to smack face-first into the door frame.

“Augh!”

Yondu quickly turns and grabs him checking him. “Carlos… gotta be careful….” checks mos face and nose.”

“Ow… ow, Jesus… owie…” He leaned against the wall, trying to resist the urge to touch so Yondu could look him over. “I… I think I’m okay,” he said softly. Though the ridge over his eyebrow felt hot and pulsing – it was probably going to bruise something nasty.

Lightly touches the spot on his brow and reaches to his coat and pulls out a tin with a purple cream in it and rubs some into the wounded spot going in soft slow circles then kisses his forehead

Carlos ‘meeped’ when Yondu started rubbing the stuff on his face. “I… Jesus, what is that?” he asked.The wound started to have a different kind of hot feeling, and it seemed a little tingly. “What’s it do?”

“A healing salve halfnut made. He makes it from these plants found on this one planet….there’s a pharmaceutical one mass produced but it’s way weaker then what he makes.”

Carlos blinked. “Oh – Oh my goodness… you didn’t have to use it on me, though,” he said, a little embarrassed. “You should save that stuff – Half-nut can’t be able to make it all that often, can he?”

The painful heat was going away though and the pulsing was gone… probably partially due to the mini-massage Yondu gave the spot as well.

“Hmmm no he can’t… only when we go past that planet and we have a few dozen go harvest so he can make it. But it’s ok. I don’t need it often and it works wonders.”

“Clearly,” Carlos said with a smile. “But I wouldn’t have minded walking around with a bruise… it probably wasn’t bad.” But who knew – it was on his head near his eye, and he kind of needs those without being in pain. Secretly, he was very grateful. That shouldn’t be a secret though, he decided. “Thank you, Yondu. It’s feeling a lot better.“

Yondu smiles putting the cream away then looks at him a hit of sadness in his red eyes. “Well… lets get ready… boys will be here soon…” gets dressed pulling the hoodie over his head.

Carlos nodded and he got dressed as well, deciding to wear a pair of pants from his Earth clothes, but wearing an alien graphic tee to kind of show it off to his brother. He smiled over at Yondu when he was done.

“Are they going to call us, or are they just going to trace us?” he asked Yondu. “Kraglin and Peter, I mean.”

“Kraglin will call us and trace us.. peter just traces and shows up…. we’ll be looking fly if peter doesn’t annoy Kraglin enough to now crash into the house…”

“Do they have a car of their own?” Carlos asked Yondu. “Or… something? And please tell me Kraglin knows how to operate an Earth-vehicle.”

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Yondu
make a grumbled whine and stays snuggled close and starts nibbling and
kissing at his neck with a purr. “ noooo no get up…. warm comfy….
mine..”

Carlos yelped. “Ah! Yondu, stop biting at me!” he said and he gently smacked at his shoulder. “Come on! I smell sausage and eggs!”

Grunts and then kisses him full on humming into the kiss deepening ithands playing through his hair.

Carlos quickly started to get uneasy with the kiss. It felt nice, but did Yondu know what he was doing? Carlos made a noise before putting his hands on YOndu’s shoulder and pushing him, though not hard – just enough for him to get the idea.

Yondu mumbles still pretty much asleep and snuggles back up with him slowly waking up. “Mhmmm….. boys here yet?”

“Uh… uh, no. But it’s breakfast time. You should eat something… it’ll help you wake up.” Carlos pat his shoulder again. “Come on – for serious. Let’s get up.”

Stretches and gets up looking to him and smiles leaning over and kisses his cheek. “Morning beautiful.”

Carlos blinked. Was he doing this sort of thing on purpose??

“Um… morning,” he said, trying to offer YOndu a slight smile. “Dad’s making breakfast – can you smell it?”

Yondu blinks a bit and yawns the sniffs a bit. “Mhmmmm Yeah…. smells good….. “ stands stretching still in his boxers as he saunters out of the room still half asleep.

“Hey – Hey, hey, hey! Yondu! Clothes!” Carlos called. He wriggled out of the covers in his bed to get up. His head swam a bit from the sudden change in position, but he tried still to run after Yondu. Only to smack face-first into the door frame.

“Augh!”

Yondu quickly turns and grabs him checking him. “Carlos… gotta be careful….” checks mos face and nose.”

“Ow… ow, Jesus… owie…” He leaned against the wall, trying to resist the urge to touch so Yondu could look him over. “I… I think I’m okay,” he said softly. Though the ridge over his eyebrow felt hot and pulsing – it was probably going to bruise something nasty.

Lightly touches the spot on his brow and reaches to his coat and pulls out a tin with a purple cream in it and rubs some into the wounded spot going in soft slow circles then kisses his forehead

Carlos ‘meeped’ when Yondu started rubbing the stuff on his face. “I… Jesus, what is that?” he asked.The wound started to have a different kind of hot feeling, and it seemed a little tingly. “What’s it do?”

“A healing salve halfnut made. He makes it from these plants found on this one planet….there’s a pharmaceutical one mass produced but it’s way weaker then what he makes.”

Carlos blinked. “Oh – Oh my goodness… you didn’t have to use it on me, though,” he said, a little embarrassed. “You should save that stuff – Half-nut can’t be able to make it all that often, can he?”

The painful heat was going away though and the pulsing was gone… probably partially due to the mini-massage Yondu gave the spot as well.

“Hmmm no he can’t… only when we go past that planet and we have a few dozen go harvest so he can make it. But it’s ok. I don’t need it often and it works wonders.”

“Clearly,” Carlos said with a smile. “But I wouldn’t have minded walking around with a bruise… it probably wasn’t bad.” But who knew – it was on his head near his eye, and he kind of needs those without being in pain. Secretly, he was very grateful. That shouldn’t be a secret though, he decided. “Thank you, Yondu. It’s feeling a lot better.“

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Yondu
make a grumbled whine and stays snuggled close and starts nibbling and
kissing at his neck with a purr. “ noooo no get up…. warm comfy….
mine..”

Carlos yelped. “Ah! Yondu, stop biting at me!” he said and he gently smacked at his shoulder. “Come on! I smell sausage and eggs!”

Grunts and then kisses him full on humming into the kiss deepening ithands playing through his hair.

Carlos quickly started to get uneasy with the kiss. It felt nice, but did Yondu know what he was doing? Carlos made a noise before putting his hands on YOndu’s shoulder and pushing him, though not hard – just enough for him to get the idea.

Yondu mumbles still pretty much asleep and snuggles back up with him slowly waking up. “Mhmmm….. boys here yet?”

“Uh… uh, no. But it’s breakfast time. You should eat something… it’ll help you wake up.” Carlos pat his shoulder again. “Come on – for serious. Let’s get up.”

Stretches and gets up looking to him and smiles leaning over and kisses his cheek. “Morning beautiful.”

Carlos blinked. Was he doing this sort of thing on purpose??

“Um… morning,” he said, trying to offer YOndu a slight smile. “Dad’s making breakfast – can you smell it?”

Yondu blinks a bit and yawns the sniffs a bit. “Mhmmmm Yeah…. smells good….. “ stands stretching still in his boxers as he saunters out of the room still half asleep.

“Hey – Hey, hey, hey! Yondu! Clothes!” Carlos called. He wriggled out of the covers in his bed to get up. His head swam a bit from the sudden change in position, but he tried still to run after Yondu. Only to smack face-first into the door frame.

“Augh!”

Yondu quickly turns and grabs him checking him. “Carlos… gotta be careful….” checks mos face and nose.”

“Ow… ow, Jesus… owie…” He leaned against the wall, trying to resist the urge to touch so Yondu could look him over. “I… I think I’m okay,” he said softly. Though the ridge over his eyebrow felt hot and pulsing – it was probably going to bruise something nasty.

Lightly touches the spot on his brow and reaches to his coat and pulls out a tin with a purple cream in it and rubs some into the wounded spot going in soft slow circles then kisses his forehead

Carlos ‘meeped’ when Yondu started rubbing the stuff on his face. “I… Jesus, what is that?” he asked.The wound started to have a different kind of hot feeling, and it seemed a little tingly. “What’s it do?”

“A healing salve halfnut made. He makes it from these plants found on this one planet….there’s a pharmaceutical one mass produced but it’s way weaker then what he makes.”

Carlos blinked. “Oh – Oh my goodness… you didn’t have to use it on me, though,” he said, a little embarrassed. “You should save that stuff – Half-nut can’t be able to make it all that often, can he?”

The painful heat was going away though and the pulsing was gone… probably partially due to the mini-massage Yondu gave the spot as well.

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make a grumbled whine and stays snuggled close and starts nibbling and
kissing at his neck with a purr. “ noooo no get up…. warm comfy….
mine..”

Carlos yelped. “Ah! Yondu, stop biting at me!” he said and he gently smacked at his shoulder. “Come on! I smell sausage and eggs!”

Grunts and then kisses him full on humming into the kiss deepening ithands playing through his hair.

Carlos quickly started to get uneasy with the kiss. It felt nice, but did Yondu know what he was doing? Carlos made a noise before putting his hands on YOndu’s shoulder and pushing him, though not hard – just enough for him to get the idea.

Yondu mumbles still pretty much asleep and snuggles back up with him slowly waking up. “Mhmmm….. boys here yet?”

“Uh… uh, no. But it’s breakfast time. You should eat something… it’ll help you wake up.” Carlos pat his shoulder again. “Come on – for serious. Let’s get up.”

Stretches and gets up looking to him and smiles leaning over and kisses his cheek. “Morning beautiful.”

Carlos blinked. Was he doing this sort of thing on purpose??

“Um… morning,” he said, trying to offer YOndu a slight smile. “Dad’s making breakfast – can you smell it?”

Yondu blinks a bit and yawns the sniffs a bit. “Mhmmmm Yeah…. smells good….. “ stands stretching still in his boxers as he saunters out of the room still half asleep.

“Hey – Hey, hey, hey! Yondu! Clothes!” Carlos called. He wriggled out of the covers in his bed to get up. His head swam a bit from the sudden change in position, but he tried still to run after Yondu. Only to smack face-first into the door frame.

“Augh!”

Yondu quickly turns and grabs him checking him. “Carlos… gotta be careful….” checks mos face and nose.”

“Ow… ow, Jesus… owie…” He leaned against the wall, trying to resist the urge to touch so Yondu could look him over. “I… I think I’m okay,” he said softly. Though the ridge over his eyebrow felt hot and pulsing – it was probably going to bruise something nasty.

Lightly touches the spot on his brow and reaches to his coat and pulls out a tin with a purple cream in it and rubs some into the wounded spot going in soft slow circles then kisses his forehead

Carlos ‘meeped’ when Yondu started rubbing the stuff on his face. “I… Jesus, what is that?” he asked.The wound started to have a different kind of hot feeling, and it seemed a little tingly. “What’s it do?”