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“You got it. Do t need ravager soup. Hehe. Although I could eat you right up. Hehehe.”

Carlos laughed out loud at that. “I don’t know if you’re
being sweet or nasty!” he joked, giving Yondu a slight shove. But he leaned in
and pressed a kiss to the side of his head, grinning. “You’re lucky I think you’re
cute.”

Yondu smiles and nuzzles at him ears wiggling happily and kisses at him. “Your pretty damn cute too.”

A day later Yondu and crew were planet side enjoying the hot springs Yondu was in a private spring relaxing with a sigh. Each of the springs were separate from each other so plenty of privacy.

Carlos came up the path carrying a towel and a small bag
under his arm. He was wearing a pair of swimming shorts he’d gotten on M-Marvin-47
months ago as well as a red shirt that was like a graphic tee with a yellow and
blue script on it that translated to ‘Aesthetically Pleasing’.

When he saw Yondu sitting in the spring, Carlos paused for a
moment. He hadn’t really ever seen Centaurian without a shirt on and…wow. Those
were a lot of scars.

Carlos shook his head – no staring! – and he cleared his
throat. “I, uh… hey! I was a little surprised that you went off without me. Um,
Kraglin pointed me up here so I, uh… I went ahead and came up.” He was going to
ask if Yondu wanted him to leave, but decided against it – he didn’t want to
seem like he was anxious or anything.

“Naaa. Told him I was running ahead to get the best one private just for us with a view. Now come on in. The water is… greeeaaaat… mhmmmmm. So get your……” reads his shirt and smirks. “Aesthetically pleasing butt in here.”

Carlos smiled slightly and rolled his eyes. “I think this shirt was made by someone who wasn’t a native-speaker of Xandarian,” he said. “But the shirt was cheap and I was helping a small business, so I went ahead and got it.”

He set his bag and towel down on a nearby bench and toed off his shoes and socks. He hesitated for a moment, but finally grabbed the shirt and started to pull it up. Now to find out how Yondu felt about hairy people…

Yondu looks at him and grins at all the fur on him. “Terrians come fuzzy?!” Reaches out and pets the hair grinning.

Carlos blushed immediately. He reached up and playfully swat
at Yondu’s hand. “Hey! Mind yourself, big guy!” he said and laughed. God – that
had to be the first thing that Yondu
pointed out.

But then Carlos noticed something – a bit of loose skin that
flapped against Yondu’s belly when he reached up at Carlos. Well, that was
strange…

Yondu chuckles and motions for him to join him. Little did Carlos know he was commando with the bubbling you couldn’t tell. “Come in oh fuzzy one.”

Carlos just laughed and climbed down into the spring. The hot
water felt a bit thick against his skin – sort of like soft water in a shower.
Clearly there was something in the water. He only hoped it was all good stuff.

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“You got it. Do t need ravager soup. Hehe. Although I could eat you right up. Hehehe.”

Carlos laughed out loud at that. “I don’t know if you’re
being sweet or nasty!” he joked, giving Yondu a slight shove. But he leaned in
and pressed a kiss to the side of his head, grinning. “You’re lucky I think you’re
cute.”

Yondu smiles and nuzzles at him ears wiggling happily and kisses at him. “Your pretty damn cute too.”

A day later Yondu and crew were planet side enjoying the hot springs Yondu was in a private spring relaxing with a sigh. Each of the springs were separate from each other so plenty of privacy.

Carlos came up the path carrying a towel and a small bag
under his arm. He was wearing a pair of swimming shorts he’d gotten on M-Marvin-47
months ago as well as a red shirt that was like a graphic tee with a yellow and
blue script on it that translated to ‘Aesthetically Pleasing’.

When he saw Yondu sitting in the spring, Carlos paused for a
moment. He hadn’t really ever seen Centaurian without a shirt on and…wow. Those
were a lot of scars.

Carlos shook his head – no staring! – and he cleared his
throat. “I, uh… hey! I was a little surprised that you went off without me. Um,
Kraglin pointed me up here so I, uh… I went ahead and came up.” He was going to
ask if Yondu wanted him to leave, but decided against it – he didn’t want to
seem like he was anxious or anything.

“Naaa. Told him I was running ahead to get the best one private just for us with a view. Now come on in. The water is… greeeaaaat… mhmmmmm. So get your……” reads his shirt and smirks. “Aesthetically pleasing butt in here.”

Carlos smiled slightly and rolled his eyes. “I think this shirt was made by someone who wasn’t a native-speaker of Xandarian,” he said. “But the shirt was cheap and I was helping a small business, so I went ahead and got it.”

He set his bag and towel down on a nearby bench and toed off his shoes and socks. He hesitated for a moment, but finally grabbed the shirt and started to pull it up. Now to find out how Yondu felt about hairy people…

Yondu looks at him and grins at all the fur on him. “Terrians come fuzzy?!” Reaches out and pets the hair grinning.

Carlos blushed immediately. He reached up and playfully swat
at Yondu’s hand. “Hey! Mind yourself, big guy!” he said and laughed. God – that
had to be the first thing that Yondu
pointed out.

But then Carlos noticed something – a bit of loose skin that
flapped against Yondu’s belly when he reached up at Carlos. Well, that was
strange…

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“You got it. Do t need ravager soup. Hehe. Although I could eat you right up. Hehehe.”

Carlos laughed out loud at that. “I don’t know if you’re
being sweet or nasty!” he joked, giving Yondu a slight shove. But he leaned in
and pressed a kiss to the side of his head, grinning. “You’re lucky I think you’re
cute.”

Yondu smiles and nuzzles at him ears wiggling happily and kisses at him. “Your pretty damn cute too.”

A day later Yondu and crew were planet side enjoying the hot springs Yondu was in a private spring relaxing with a sigh. Each of the springs were separate from each other so plenty of privacy.

Carlos came up the path carrying a towel and a small bag
under his arm. He was wearing a pair of swimming shorts he’d gotten on M-Marvin-47
months ago as well as a red shirt that was like a graphic tee with a yellow and
blue script on it that translated to ‘Aesthetically Pleasing’.

When he saw Yondu sitting in the spring, Carlos paused for a
moment. He hadn’t really ever seen Centaurian without a shirt on and…wow. Those
were a lot of scars.

Carlos shook his head – no staring! – and he cleared his
throat. “I, uh… hey! I was a little surprised that you went off without me. Um,
Kraglin pointed me up here so I, uh… I went ahead and came up.” He was going to
ask if Yondu wanted him to leave, but decided against it – he didn’t want to
seem like he was anxious or anything.

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“You got it. Do t need ravager soup. Hehe. Although I could eat you right up. Hehehe.”

Carlos laughed out loud at that. “I don’t know if you’re
being sweet or nasty!” he joked, giving Yondu a slight shove. But he leaned in
and pressed a kiss to the side of his head, grinning. “You’re lucky I think you’re
cute.”

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“I wanted to. I’m glad you like it.” Nuzzles his head and yawns curling into the warmth.

Carlos chuckled softly, and then he let out a sigh. This was
so kind of Yondu… and Carlos had no idea on how he would repay him. As for
Earth…

He had to go back. His dad and brother had no idea where he
was or if he was safe.  And depending on
what happened, he’d have to come up with a story for where he’d been for the
police. Maybe he could talk with Kraglin and Peter and ask them to help verify
whatever he came up with.

“Hey… I want you to meet my family,” Carlos told Yondu.

“I….. I don’t know about that Carlos….. I mean… I’m a alien….. it wouldn’t be safe for you.. your family… or myself to be honest….. while I’d love to… it’s… best you go home…. “

Carlos turned to Yondu. “But my dad would want to thank you
for taking care of me. And my brother too. They’d love to meet you. They’re not
judgemental people – once they understand that aliens are a thing and life
exists outside of Earth, they’ll accept you and treat you like a person.  Are… are you worried that they won’t?”

“Well… there’s that……. but there’s also…those scientists that…. capture strange creatures…. and… dissect them or test of them…..and cage them….”

Carlos frowned. He set down the book and reached his arms
around Yondu’s neck to hug him. “I wouldn’t let that happen to you, Yondu. I
want you to be safe visiting my family. And they’ll keep you a secret, I know
they will.”

Looks at him and pulls him close and presses there foreheads together. “You mean that? I mean… I want to meet your family…. you talk about them so much…..”

Carlos nodded. “I want them to meet you too,” he said. “I
don’t know about telling them about your occupation right away, but… getting to
know you first, I’m sure they would like you.”

Smiles and nuzzles against himtightening his hold. “I love you carlos…”

Carlos smiled slightly, and rubbed Yondu’s back. Yondu was
working his little blue tuchus off trying to woo Carlos. And, if he were honest…
Carlos felt wooed.

“I… I think I love you too, Yondu,” he said softly.

Yondu couldn’t stop the grin on his face as he kisses and nuzzles all over his face. “Your so perfect.”

Carlos laughed softly and shook his head. “Yondu, c’mon…
there’s no such thing as perfect.” He then smiled. “I just got an idea – what if
I got you guys stock for the Mess? Like, a bunch of Earth food everyone can try
out. I think it might be fun.”

“Hmmmmm you know that would be interesting. I’d like to try some of it. Pete’s always telling me about this laughs taffy stuff…”

“Oh, taffy is good,” Carlos said. “Laffy Taffy has a lot of
sugar in it, but it’s really sweet and fruity. Yeah… there’s a lot of stuff to
try. Especially my dad’s cooking… but I think I’ll save that just for you,
Kraglin, and Pete.”

Smiles and nuzzles at him. “I’m glad I met you carlos………. I do t think…. anyone has made me as happy as you have…”

Carlos thought that that just wasn’t fair. Yondu had a heart
and should have had someone in his life he could trust and love long before
meeting Carlos.

“I’m glad I met you too,” Carlos told him. He held Yondu for
a moment longer. He glanced over at the table – his cider was probably cooled
off by now. Carlos pulled away to reach out and get it and then snuggled back
up against Yondu’s side.

“What are we going to do about Halfnut in the mean time?
Before we get to Earth?”

“Same as we have been. And hope he pulls through. Kid don’t deserve to keep suffering. And tullks so worried about his you d littke mate…but hey we still have those healing springs. We’re round up on that planet. And you’ll have more pictures to add to your book.

“We’re going to another planet with healing springs?” Carlos
asked. “That’ll be good for them. Do you think it’ll help Half-nut?”

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“I wanted to. I’m glad you like it.” Nuzzles his head and yawns curling into the warmth.

Carlos chuckled softly, and then he let out a sigh. This was
so kind of Yondu… and Carlos had no idea on how he would repay him. As for
Earth…

He had to go back. His dad and brother had no idea where he
was or if he was safe.  And depending on
what happened, he’d have to come up with a story for where he’d been for the
police. Maybe he could talk with Kraglin and Peter and ask them to help verify
whatever he came up with.

“Hey… I want you to meet my family,” Carlos told Yondu.

“I….. I don’t know about that Carlos….. I mean… I’m a alien….. it wouldn’t be safe for you.. your family… or myself to be honest….. while I’d love to… it’s… best you go home…. “

Carlos turned to Yondu. “But my dad would want to thank you
for taking care of me. And my brother too. They’d love to meet you. They’re not
judgemental people – once they understand that aliens are a thing and life
exists outside of Earth, they’ll accept you and treat you like a person.  Are… are you worried that they won’t?”

“Well… there’s that……. but there’s also…those scientists that…. capture strange creatures…. and… dissect them or test of them…..and cage them….”

Carlos frowned. He set down the book and reached his arms
around Yondu’s neck to hug him. “I wouldn’t let that happen to you, Yondu. I
want you to be safe visiting my family. And they’ll keep you a secret, I know
they will.”

Looks at him and pulls him close and presses there foreheads together. “You mean that? I mean… I want to meet your family…. you talk about them so much…..”

Carlos nodded. “I want them to meet you too,” he said. “I
don’t know about telling them about your occupation right away, but… getting to
know you first, I’m sure they would like you.”

Smiles and nuzzles against himtightening his hold. “I love you carlos…”

Carlos smiled slightly, and rubbed Yondu’s back. Yondu was
working his little blue tuchus off trying to woo Carlos. And, if he were honest…
Carlos felt wooed.

“I… I think I love you too, Yondu,” he said softly.

Yondu couldn’t stop the grin on his face as he kisses and nuzzles all over his face. “Your so perfect.”

Carlos laughed softly and shook his head. “Yondu, c’mon…
there’s no such thing as perfect.” He then smiled. “I just got an idea – what if
I got you guys stock for the Mess? Like, a bunch of Earth food everyone can try
out. I think it might be fun.”

“Hmmmmm you know that would be interesting. I’d like to try some of it. Pete’s always telling me about this laughs taffy stuff…”

“Oh, taffy is good,” Carlos said. “Laffy Taffy has a lot of
sugar in it, but it’s really sweet and fruity. Yeah… there’s a lot of stuff to
try. Especially my dad’s cooking… but I think I’ll save that just for you,
Kraglin, and Pete.”

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“I wanted to. I’m glad you like it.” Nuzzles his head and yawns curling into the warmth.

Carlos chuckled softly, and then he let out a sigh. This was
so kind of Yondu… and Carlos had no idea on how he would repay him. As for
Earth…

He had to go back. His dad and brother had no idea where he
was or if he was safe.  And depending on
what happened, he’d have to come up with a story for where he’d been for the
police. Maybe he could talk with Kraglin and Peter and ask them to help verify
whatever he came up with.

“Hey… I want you to meet my family,” Carlos told Yondu.

“I….. I don’t know about that Carlos….. I mean… I’m a alien….. it wouldn’t be safe for you.. your family… or myself to be honest….. while I’d love to… it’s… best you go home…. “

Carlos turned to Yondu. “But my dad would want to thank you
for taking care of me. And my brother too. They’d love to meet you. They’re not
judgemental people – once they understand that aliens are a thing and life
exists outside of Earth, they’ll accept you and treat you like a person.  Are… are you worried that they won’t?”

“Well… there’s that……. but there’s also…those scientists that…. capture strange creatures…. and… dissect them or test of them…..and cage them….”

Carlos frowned. He set down the book and reached his arms
around Yondu’s neck to hug him. “I wouldn’t let that happen to you, Yondu. I
want you to be safe visiting my family. And they’ll keep you a secret, I know
they will.”

Looks at him and pulls him close and presses there foreheads together. “You mean that? I mean… I want to meet your family…. you talk about them so much…..”

Carlos nodded. “I want them to meet you too,” he said. “I
don’t know about telling them about your occupation right away, but… getting to
know you first, I’m sure they would like you.”

Smiles and nuzzles against himtightening his hold. “I love you carlos…”

Carlos smiled slightly, and rubbed Yondu’s back. Yondu was
working his little blue tuchus off trying to woo Carlos. And, if he were honest…
Carlos felt wooed.

“I… I think I love you too, Yondu,” he said softly.

Yondu couldn’t stop the grin on his face as he kisses and nuzzles all over his face. “Your so perfect.”

Carlos laughed softly and shook his head. “Yondu, c’mon…
there’s no such thing as perfect.” He then smiled. “I just got an idea – what if
I got you guys stock for the Mess? Like, a bunch of Earth food everyone can try
out. I think it might be fun.”