( less-than-sober or not, rex would be more than welcome to ask whatever questions he feels like asking, because it isn't like cain has anything going on worth hiding; he's never gone out of his way to hide anything he does anyway, he isn't about to start now, but if the other doesn't want to know … or thinks he doesn't want to know, he can deflect his own thoughts with whatever he wants as much as he wants.
don't think he misses that incredibly unsubtle once-over, though. you can keep looking if you want. go ahead. )
I think it's cute, honestly. ( he hums around the mouth of the bottle he'd given him, wondering just how not-sober rex is and how much he'll let him get away with as far as his shameless flirting goes. ) Downright precious, even. ( and okay maybe he's going out of his way to be a little more teasing than he would be otherwise —
but don't make it easy? or so much fun? and he wouldn't do it! you brought this on yourself. ) What kinda drunk are you, anyway? You're already mouthy so I don't see that goin' away … cuddly? Handsy? ( he pauses, waggling his eyebrows for emphasis, knowing good and damned well that he's being an absolute shitlord. ) Not gonna mind at all if it's the last one … consider this my general offerin' of consent before you go gettin' your panties all twisted about it.
( just making sure you understand that part. but honestly who knows how this night is going to go once both of you are on the left side of sober.
cain blinks at the response he gets, brows knitting together. ) … No?
[The alcohol is doing quite a bit of leg-work on Rex's normally cantankerous nature, although the inebriated haze isn't the only reason. Having been so deeply isolated for most of his life, whether it be due to immense poverty or the bloody occupation that got him out of it, he's had very little chances to make friends, and it usually doesn't happen very easily.
A real smile cracks through Rex's angryboy exterior, faint dimples emerging at either side of of his mouth. Jokingly, with an air of oddly sheepish bashfulness, he shoves Cain's shoulder ever so lightly.]
Don't call me that.
[Precious. Valuable.
He says it in a way he hopes will sound like he's doing his best to preserve his masculinity, even though there's a sparkle in his eyes that suddenly focus on the hand that's touching the other brawler, which he removes right at that mention of being handsy.]
I dunno, I'm more fun and shit. I guess I turn into party Rex, or somebody even cooler, 'cause I'm feelin' it more...
[It is in this moment that Rex realizes he's probably standing too close to the other man, and that he's watching the way Cain's lips close around the top of that bottle. Quietly, he notes how Cain's piercings really do suit him, that they're cute, although Rex isn't quite used to feeling that way about men who "look" like men, whatever the fuck that means.]
Yoooooo, really?
So you've never seen a cockroach in person before?
( he thinks he means don't call him cute, and there is a part of him that hopes he's close to figuring out what the name means; have you been paying attention, rexy boy? have you been able to put two and two together yet?
( honestly we wouldn't be surprised if you didn't, just because the dots are still a little bit too far apart to connect so easily, but it's not so far of a stretch if you put a couple of brain cells together, either. )
that smile, though. that smile is something he realizes for being as genuine as it is, and he … appreciates it. is grateful for it, even, and the fact that he was the one to bring it around? it brings a stupid kind of warmth to the center of his chest that he tries to breathe around and finds he can't for a handful of seconds.
weird. cool. moving right along.
he's nowhere near as far gone as the other is, but that doesn't stop him from reaching out to grab the hand he tries to pull back and tease the tips of his fingers very, very briefly before letting that point of contact go. he doesn't have any trouble at all being handsy, it's been more than obvious up to now, surely, but maybe he's already getting a bit bolder. ) Party Rex … ( he chuckles low under his breath. )
So how much shit ends up gettin' wrecked when you morph into party Rex? ( why are you trying to be funny. leave the jokes to the actual funny guy here. jesus heironymous christ.
aaand then he nearly chokes on his next mouthful. ayo.)
[Rex doesn't smile like that often, primarily because being that happy is so dangerous for him. Joy that comes from a vulnerable sort of brightness always seems to screw him over in the end, exposing the too tender of flesh of his always rapidly beating heart, a sensitive organ, floundering about after years of abuse and disrepair. He's not totally trashed just yet, moreso meandering about in a happy, tipsy place, giddy and excited that someone he actually enjoys the company of has come to check on him unprovoked...]
Usually? A buncha pretty people's backs.
[...]
...Aaaand a couple of home appliances, mostly toasters, anyways-
[As suave as Rex believes he's being, he's totally lost in thought when Cain plays with his fingers, the pads of his own rounding at the ends and lingering in the air even after the physical contact between them is over.
He's also got no freaking clue what the nickname means, only glomming onto the fact that it is probably affectionate, which largely is to blame for some of the logical holdup. Rex is a lot better at connecting the dots than one might believe, but if he thinks too hard about pinpointing the definition of the foreign word, he may be conceding to himself that he actually gives a damn, which...
He does, as much as he'd hate to admit it.]
I said cock-a-roach, not public lice. Louse! Whaaaat-ever.
[Rex leans inwards once again, somewhat unintentionally closing a portion of the gap between them.]
Don't worry.
It's not some kinda creepy dick worm! It's more like a... Teeny-tiny, ugly-ass... I don't wanna say demonic 'cause I don't think that's quite the right term for 'em, but they're hardy little guys!
[why in this moment does he sound like he almost likes them-]
You don't get bugs up there? Well, maybe that's for the best.
I'm sure with the radiation ya get on Mars, one regular-sized roach might grow to be as big as a pitbull, someday.
( yeah, well. he's more than decided he cares about this asshole in more than a couple of ways, and when he'd come in — when he'd admitted that he hadn't seen his face in a while — there had been some genuine concern for his wellbeing. maybe he's gotten used to rex's company, maybe he kind of misses the sound of his stupid raspy voice when he's not around, maybe he'll miss the shape of his smile if he doesn't see it for a while after this —
hell. that just makes him think that he wants to make sure it stays where it is, makes sure he's the one that puts it there. keeps it there.
he snorts at the reply he gets, though. shakes his head. ) Atta boy. Pretty much what I was figurin'.
( mostly about putting people's backs out, but. that's neither here nor there.
he would keep up that contact if he thought it wouldn't be too much, but he's still too sober to let something like that slide; as irresponsible as he likes to be, more often than not, he cares what rex thinks of him at the end of the day, and even though he's more than realized his status as a fuckboy in his eyes ( it doesn't matter if that term exists in his universe, that's what he is ) he … doesn't want to give off the wrong impression.
clearly, he needs to take another pull from his bottle. that'll keep him from thinking too much. right?
rex leans in, closing some of the distance between them again and cain scoots closer, whether he realizes it or not, listening to the explanation he gives with the sort of rapt attention one might give — well. the sort of attention he'd given when he was talking about earth during their gym date.
dumb.) No!? I mean. ( his voice didn't crack. not in the slightest. ) No … bugs. S'big as a— what? ( rex. buddy. please start making sense. do you think he knows what a pitbull is??? )
[Cain's confession evokes a peculiar tenderness within the new Guardian, as Rex knows what it's like to be so isolated. He suddenly looks more wistful, more gentle, as he silently ruminates on the memory of finally watching his first feature film at the age of fourteen, tucked away within the confines of Eve's very pink and very preteen decor. He had marveled at the fact that there were fun things on the internet, like social media and videos of cats playing xylophones. Radcliffe had specifically kept Rex away from it so that the child soldier would stay loyal, grateful, and above all?
Clueless.
There's a reason that the two of them veer so hard into the lanes of fistfights and fucking, especially considering that neither young man is particularly old. It's because the bruises from a breakdown or going buckwild are painful reminders that they're still alive, and however short their very fickle, perhaps meaningless, lives may be, that they are exciting.]
Well, if they make your skin crawl? I'll take care of 'em!
There's a knife under my pillow for this very specific purpose. I might be drunk? But my kill-reflex is still on fuckin' point, babe.
[Rex aches from within, craving the warmth of intimate, affectionate touch. Cain has been flirting with him all the while, which makes Rex wonder how the older boy can handle it- Flitting between all these flings and not putting every single one of them off or getting too attached. He wishes he could be the same, and that he wasn't so greedy, wanting not just carnal desire but love, especially when he doesn't deserve it.]
( his isolation is due in whole to being literally isolated from the world humans originate from, and who's to say what things are really like on earth now, anyway? he likes to pretend he knows more about it than he actually does, and whether or not rex has picked up on that level of posturing by now, it's being effectively dragged to the frontline that he doesn't know jack shit.
something as simple as cockroaches. and pitbulls. he'd probably really like them if he ever met one, though. giant heads and bodes nothing but muscle, but literal sweethearts?
yeah … he'd definitely be a dog person if he had the chance to be.
the endearment babe comes out of his mouth and he blinks, a couple of times, unsure if he'd even heard him correctly in the first place; a word's just a word, sure, and maybe he hadn't meant to say it at all, but cain finds he likes it more than he probably should, and wouldn't exactly mind if he said it again. or just more often in general. )
Oh yeah. hot stuff? Gonna be my bodyguard in boxers?
( he's grinning like he can't help it, and are you even wearing boxers, rex? or are they tighty whities? doesn't matter, really, because the alliteration was worth it.
and of course it goes without saying that he could have all the intimate, affectionate touches he wanted — if he'd just let him know it's all right. he's been flirting, yeah, and he's been a bit aggressive with it but he's never going to be the kind of asshole to push physical boundaries if there's a clear-cut line. … well, he might have been in the very beginning, because he'd pushed every boundary with abel, but. he's had a bit of character development since then.
and he doesn't ( tries not to, at least ) get attached because people always leave. he never gets to keep anything for himself, so it's better to not want it in the first place.
bottom lip against the edge of the bottle's mouth, he peers over at rex curiously. ) Sure. Shoot.
[They're white boxer briefs, unfortunately. And, considering his line of work and constant proximity to physical torture- Why?!?!?! But I digress.
There's a slight of panic in Rex's face, he tenses up entirely when he realized what he's just said. Then again, sometimes it pays to be perceived as a douchebag, because perhaps, just perhaps, Cain will believe this is some shitty thing he says to anyone who he finds the least bit attractive.
That may be partially true.
Unfortunately, he really meant it that time.]
Don't act like you wouldn't be into that!
You'd probably be turned on at the sight of blood on my pecs, ya sicko-
[Rex scoffs, kicking at the ground. He chugs whatever is left of his drink all too fast, abruptly setting the glass bottle down afterwards. The younger man lets out a sigh, his pretty mouth hanging open as he tries to parse the mangled words in his psyche into a sentence.]
So, FYI, I don't usually do dudes? And, officially, I've never done a dude... But I've kinda-sorta been seein' this guy for a while, and like...
He wants me around? But does not wanna fuck me.
That's... That's weird, right?
Like I'll sleep over, but we won't... Y'know. Not even a few randy-handys!
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don't think he misses that incredibly unsubtle once-over, though. you can keep looking if you want. go ahead. )
I think it's cute, honestly. ( he hums around the mouth of the bottle he'd given him, wondering just how not-sober rex is and how much he'll let him get away with as far as his shameless flirting goes. ) Downright precious, even. ( and okay maybe he's going out of his way to be a little more teasing than he would be otherwise —
but don't make it easy? or so much fun? and he wouldn't do it! you brought this on yourself. ) What kinda drunk are you, anyway? You're already mouthy so I don't see that goin' away … cuddly? Handsy? ( he pauses, waggling his eyebrows for emphasis, knowing good and damned well that he's being an absolute shitlord. ) Not gonna mind at all if it's the last one … consider this my general offerin' of consent before you go gettin' your panties all twisted about it.
( just making sure you understand that part. but honestly who knows how this night is going to go once both of you are on the left side of sober.
cain blinks at the response he gets, brows knitting together. ) … No?
Is that normal?
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A real smile cracks through Rex's angryboy exterior, faint dimples emerging at either side of of his mouth. Jokingly, with an air of oddly sheepish bashfulness, he shoves Cain's shoulder ever so lightly.]
Don't call me that.
[Precious. Valuable.
He says it in a way he hopes will sound like he's doing his best to preserve his masculinity, even though there's a sparkle in his eyes that suddenly focus on the hand that's touching the other brawler, which he removes right at that mention of being handsy.]
I dunno, I'm more fun and shit. I guess I turn into party Rex, or somebody even cooler, 'cause I'm feelin' it more...
[It is in this moment that Rex realizes he's probably standing too close to the other man, and that he's watching the way Cain's lips close around the top of that bottle. Quietly, he notes how Cain's piercings really do suit him, that they're cute, although Rex isn't quite used to feeling that way about men who "look" like men, whatever the fuck that means.]
Yoooooo, really?
So you've never seen a cockroach in person before?
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( he thinks he means don't call him cute, and there is a part of him that hopes he's close to figuring out what the name means; have you been paying attention, rexy boy? have you been able to put two and two together yet?
( honestly we wouldn't be surprised if you didn't, just because the dots are still a little bit too far apart to connect so easily, but it's not so far of a stretch if you put a couple of brain cells together, either. )
that smile, though. that smile is something he realizes for being as genuine as it is, and he … appreciates it. is grateful for it, even, and the fact that he was the one to bring it around? it brings a stupid kind of warmth to the center of his chest that he tries to breathe around and finds he can't for a handful of seconds.
weird. cool. moving right along.
he's nowhere near as far gone as the other is, but that doesn't stop him from reaching out to grab the hand he tries to pull back and tease the tips of his fingers very, very briefly before letting that point of contact go. he doesn't have any trouble at all being handsy, it's been more than obvious up to now, surely, but maybe he's already getting a bit bolder. ) Party Rex … ( he chuckles low under his breath. )
So how much shit ends up gettin' wrecked when you morph into party Rex? ( why are you trying to be funny. leave the jokes to the actual funny guy here. jesus heironymous christ.
aaand then he nearly chokes on his next mouthful.
ayo.)A whatroach? The fuck?
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Usually? A buncha pretty people's backs.
[...]
...Aaaand a couple of home appliances, mostly toasters, anyways-
[As suave as Rex believes he's being, he's totally lost in thought when Cain plays with his fingers, the pads of his own rounding at the ends and lingering in the air even after the physical contact between them is over.
He's also got no freaking clue what the nickname means, only glomming onto the fact that it is probably affectionate, which largely is to blame for some of the logical holdup. Rex is a lot better at connecting the dots than one might believe, but if he thinks too hard about pinpointing the definition of the foreign word, he may be conceding to himself that he actually gives a damn, which...
He does, as much as he'd hate to admit it.]
I said cock-a-roach, not public lice. Louse! Whaaaat-ever.
[Rex leans inwards once again, somewhat unintentionally closing a portion of the gap between them.]
Don't worry.
It's not some kinda creepy dick worm! It's more like a... Teeny-tiny, ugly-ass... I don't wanna say demonic 'cause I don't think that's quite the right term for 'em, but they're hardy little guys!
[why in this moment does he sound like he almost likes them-]
You don't get bugs up there? Well, maybe that's for the best.
I'm sure with the radiation ya get on Mars, one regular-sized roach might grow to be as big as a pitbull, someday.
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hell. that just makes him think that he wants to make sure it stays where it is, makes sure he's the one that puts it there. keeps it there.
he snorts at the reply he gets, though. shakes his head. ) Atta boy. Pretty much what I was figurin'.
( mostly about putting people's backs out, but. that's neither here nor there.
he would keep up that contact if he thought it wouldn't be too much, but he's still too sober to let something like that slide; as irresponsible as he likes to be, more often than not, he cares what rex thinks of him at the end of the day, and even though he's more than realized his status as a fuckboy in his eyes ( it doesn't matter if that term exists in his universe, that's what he is ) he … doesn't want to give off the wrong impression.
clearly, he needs to take another pull from his bottle. that'll keep him from thinking too much. right?
rex leans in, closing some of the distance between them again and cain scoots closer, whether he realizes it or not, listening to the explanation he gives with the sort of rapt attention one might give — well. the sort of attention he'd given when he was talking about earth during their gym date.
dumb. ) No!? I mean. ( his voice didn't crack. not in the slightest. ) No … bugs. S'big as a— what? ( rex. buddy. please start making sense. do you think he knows what a pitbull is??? )
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[Cain's confession evokes a peculiar tenderness within the new Guardian, as Rex knows what it's like to be so isolated. He suddenly looks more wistful, more gentle, as he silently ruminates on the memory of finally watching his first feature film at the age of fourteen, tucked away within the confines of Eve's very pink and very preteen decor. He had marveled at the fact that there were fun things on the internet, like social media and videos of cats playing xylophones. Radcliffe had specifically kept Rex away from it so that the child soldier would stay loyal, grateful, and above all?
Clueless.
There's a reason that the two of them veer so hard into the lanes of fistfights and fucking, especially considering that neither young man is particularly old. It's because the bruises from a breakdown or going buckwild are painful reminders that they're still alive, and however short their very fickle, perhaps meaningless, lives may be, that they are exciting.]
Well, if they make your skin crawl? I'll take care of 'em!
There's a knife under my pillow for this very specific purpose. I might be drunk? But my kill-reflex is still on fuckin' point, babe.
[Rex aches from within, craving the warmth of intimate, affectionate touch. Cain has been flirting with him all the while, which makes Rex wonder how the older boy can handle it- Flitting between all these flings and not putting every single one of them off or getting too attached. He wishes he could be the same, and that he wasn't so greedy, wanting not just carnal desire but love, especially when he doesn't deserve it.]
Can I ask you somethin'?
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something as simple as cockroaches. and pitbulls. he'd probably really like them if he ever met one, though. giant heads and bodes nothing but muscle, but literal sweethearts?
yeah … he'd definitely be a dog person if he had the chance to be.
the endearment babe comes out of his mouth and he blinks, a couple of times, unsure if he'd even heard him correctly in the first place; a word's just a word, sure, and maybe he hadn't meant to say it at all, but cain finds he likes it more than he probably should, and wouldn't exactly mind if he said it again. or just more often in general. )
Oh yeah. hot stuff? Gonna be my bodyguard in boxers?
( he's grinning like he can't help it, and are you even wearing boxers, rex? or are they tighty whities? doesn't matter, really, because the alliteration was worth it.
and of course it goes without saying that he could have all the intimate, affectionate touches he wanted — if he'd just let him know it's all right. he's been flirting, yeah, and he's been a bit aggressive with it but he's never going to be the kind of asshole to push physical boundaries if there's a clear-cut line. … well, he might have been in the very beginning, because he'd pushed every boundary with abel, but. he's had a bit of character development since then.
and he doesn't ( tries not to, at least ) get attached because people always leave. he never gets to keep anything for himself, so it's better to not want it in the first place.
bottom lip against the edge of the bottle's mouth, he peers over at rex curiously. ) Sure. Shoot.
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There's a slight of panic in Rex's face, he tenses up entirely when he realized what he's just said. Then again, sometimes it pays to be perceived as a douchebag, because perhaps, just perhaps, Cain will believe this is some shitty thing he says to anyone who he finds the least bit attractive.
That may be partially true.
Unfortunately, he really meant it that time.]
Don't act like you wouldn't be into that!
You'd probably be turned on at the sight of blood on my pecs, ya sicko-
[Rex scoffs, kicking at the ground. He chugs whatever is left of his drink all too fast, abruptly setting the glass bottle down afterwards. The younger man lets out a sigh, his pretty mouth hanging open as he tries to parse the mangled words in his psyche into a sentence.]
So, FYI, I don't usually do dudes? And, officially, I've never done a dude... But I've kinda-sorta been seein' this guy for a while, and like...
He wants me around? But does not wanna fuck me.
That's... That's weird, right?
Like I'll sleep over, but we won't... Y'know. Not even a few randy-handys!
[Jesus Christ-]
Yeah. None of that.