“Craig. I mean it. You're a stubborn idiot, you have thicker barriers than the Old Mormon Fort, and quite frankly you're a terrible conversationalist. But. You're also indispensably loyal, morally upright, and you love. You're capable of a kind of extraordinary love. You've had to make horrible choices, terrible choices that would have broken a lesser man but you're still here because you loved Carla so deeply. You cared about her more than yourself, you gave everything up to save her.” Arcade paused, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes and took a deep breath. Reeling in his feelings. His cheeks burned as if he had spent the entire day basking in the desert sun, and maybe it was the drink, or maybe it just needed to be finally said. So he continued:
“And I know she loved you Boone, she loved you just as much. There's this... saying. Ab actu ad posse valet illatio. 'From the past, one can infer the future'. Anyone looking at your past can see you were an exceptional man.. and any child of yours would be lucky as hell just to simply be the recipient of that prodigious adoration. You would be a GOOD father. A great father. I never really... nobody ever really told me the specifics of how my dad died. He was... away.. at the time. Feels like he ran away, like he got away and escaped, leaving my mother and I to the wolves. You didn't do that, Craig, and I know it isn't my damn place but you did... you did the right thing. Because..you loved them so much.”
Arcade inwardly winced at the way his own voice cracked, raw and vulnerable with an aching emotion he couldn't quite place. Where was this coming from? “And honestly, sometimes I wish... I wish I had a dad like you.”
Boone let out a strangled growl, and Arcade's eyes snapped open as he suddenly found himself slammed into the hard edge of the bar counter, Boone pressing against him and holding him down. Despite the difference in height, the shorter man was able to pin him quite easily. “That what you want, Gannon?” he hissed into his ear hoarsely. His breath was hot on Arcade's neck and something dark and dangerous coiled low in his belly. Boone pressed tighter against the doctor, nuzzling against him, and the delicious rasp of stubble against Arcade's own soft cheek sped his breath into pants. “You want a daddy?”
No. No no no no no. This was bad. And ok, maybe Arcade had made a lot of bad decisions in his lifetime, but even he knew this was a Very Bad Decision. They were drunk. They were upset. God, why couldn't he just plan a normal birthday celebration? No no no-
“Let me be your daddy.”
He couldn't, anymore. It was too much. He couldn't.
Desperado (part 4) [arcade/boone, daddy kink]
“Craig. I mean it. You're a stubborn idiot, you have thicker barriers than the Old Mormon Fort, and quite frankly you're a terrible conversationalist. But. You're also indispensably loyal, morally upright, and you love. You're capable of a kind of extraordinary love. You've had to make horrible choices, terrible choices that would have broken a lesser man but you're still here because you loved Carla so deeply. You cared about her more than yourself, you gave everything up to save her.” Arcade paused, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes and took a deep breath. Reeling in his feelings. His cheeks burned as if he had spent the entire day basking in the desert sun, and maybe it was the drink, or maybe it just needed to be finally said. So he continued:
“And I know she loved you Boone, she loved you just as much. There's this... saying. Ab actu ad posse valet illatio. 'From the past, one can infer the future'. Anyone looking at your past can see you were an exceptional man.. and any child of yours would be lucky as hell just to simply be the recipient of that prodigious adoration. You would be a GOOD father. A great father. I never really... nobody ever really told me the specifics of how my dad died. He was... away.. at the time. Feels like he ran away, like he got away and escaped, leaving my mother and I to the wolves. You didn't do that, Craig, and I know it isn't my damn place but you did... you did the right thing. Because..you loved them so much.”
Arcade inwardly winced at the way his own voice cracked, raw and vulnerable with an aching emotion he couldn't quite place. Where was this coming from? “And honestly, sometimes I wish... I wish I had a dad like you.”
Boone let out a strangled growl, and Arcade's eyes snapped open as he suddenly found himself slammed into the hard edge of the bar counter, Boone pressing against him and holding him down. Despite the difference in height, the shorter man was able to pin him quite easily. “That what you want, Gannon?” he hissed into his ear hoarsely. His breath was hot on Arcade's neck and something dark and dangerous coiled low in his belly. Boone pressed tighter against the doctor, nuzzling against him, and the delicious rasp of stubble against Arcade's own soft cheek sped his breath into pants. “You want a daddy?”
No. No no no no no. This was bad. And ok, maybe Arcade had made a lot of bad decisions in his lifetime, but even he knew this was a Very Bad Decision. They were drunk. They were upset. God, why couldn't he just plan a normal birthday celebration? No no no-
“Let me be your daddy.”
He couldn't, anymore. It was too much. He couldn't.
“....god yes.”