( 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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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.