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Bison Steve Blues (5/5)
(Anonymous) 2012-04-17 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)When they loosened their embrace, Boone said “I’m sorry I’m such an ass. I’m not good with this touchy-feely stuff. But I want to make you happy. And if that means telling some people about us, then I trust you. But can we go slow? It takes me a little time to get used to stuff.”
Arcade nodded emphatically, not trusting himself to speak. ‘I’m acting like a woman right now. Better not cry, though. No telling how far we can push Boone’s emotional growth,’ he thought sarcastically. “We can just start with the Courier and go from there, ok?” Boone nodded. Arcade reached down to snag Boone’s beret, and felt incredibly happy as he put it back on his lover’s head.
XxXxX
Two days later, Arcade awoke late as usual, and scrambled to get dressed. Poking his head out of the tent, he could see the Courier and Boone sitting on logs around the campfire, eating breakfast off of tin plates. After he had his shoes on, Arcade shuffled out of the tent. Midstride, Arcade paused, a devious plan forming. Should he?
‘Never suppress an urge’, Arcade thought, grinning deviously.
Arcade stepped over the log and plopped himself down next to Boone, slinging his arms around the shorter man before he had time to react. “Hey, baby,” Arcade said, popping a kiss on Boone’s neck. “Sleep ok last night?” Boone gaped at him, giving him a look that was part ‘have you lost your mind’ and part ‘what the hell are you doing’. Arcade pretended not to notice. He also didn’t let his arm drop from Boone’s shoulders. The Courier was looking them both levelly. “Want some squirrel bits,” she asked Arcade. “They’re actually not half bad this morning.”
“Nah, I’ll just have some fruit,” Arcade replied. The Courier swung her gaze to Boone pointedly, who still wore a look of utter shock and embarrassment. “Oh,” Arcade said, as if just noticing. “He thinks you didn’t know about us,” he explained.
The Courier only snorted. “Really?? I though you guys just really got a kick out of sneaking around. It’s not really any of my business. You’ve been going out, what, three months?”
“A little over four,” Arcade corrected. The Courier nodded then turned her attention back to her meal. Arcade looked at Boone with a Cheshire grin. “You’re completely incorrigible,” Boone mumbled.
“But that’s why you love me,” Arcade quipped back, pleased that Boone was taking this so well.
“….Yeah, you’re right,” Boone affirmed before pulling his beret lower on his forehead and taking another bite of breakfast.
END!
Re: Bison Steve Blues (5/5)
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