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Butch/M!LW. "With Bated Breath," 2/2

[(Anonymous)]

Plainly, Gene knew what to do. He'd said as much in the past few weeks, alluding to ex-lovers and past encounters. Butch had pieced together a rough narrative based on what he could get Gene to admit to while they were both drunk, and he couldn't decide if he was jealous or aroused or repulsed or what.

Gene had lost his virginity to some washed-up retired raider fuck. He'd done a favor for one of the security guards in Rivet City, and they'd hooked up afterwards. He'd fucked one of those wandering merchants and his bodyguard, both of them at the same time.

But no matter how drunk he got, Gene refused to yield any more information. No names, dates, or details, because "a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell." Butch was left to stew, caught between envy and revulsion and deep-seated inadequacy and self-loathing. He wanted Gene, but he was terrified to let himself have him.

A hand landed on his shoulder; he shrugged it away.

"I need air," he grunted. He climbed out of bed, careful to avoid contact with Gene, and padded barefoot out the door and down the stairs, past the chemistry set and the robot on stand-by. His jacket was hanging on a nail by the door, and he put it on over his bare chest. Still barefoot, he opened the tin door and stepped out onto the walkway.

Deep in thought, he leaned over the railing and lit a cigarette. It was brighter outside, with the stars and the lights on in windows. The neon outside the brass lantern illuminated the crater and the deactivated bomb within, casting strange, yellow shadows. The night was still and quiet, no preacher of Atom or foot traffic on the walkways below him, no humid breeze lifting his hair and rustling his jacket.

When the cigarette had burned down to the filter, he ground it out against the railing and let it fall to the ground far below. He wasn't sure what he was waiting for. The universe was unlikely to present him with a sign regarding his current crisis of sexuality; it had bigger and better things to concern itself with.

In the end, he wandered over to Moriarty's and bought himself a half-hour with Nova. She was gentle, attentive, and female, but he was still making himself sick over Gene and he didn't enjoy it. He couldn't get himself up, so she took him, flaccid, into her mouth, but it didn't help. Nothing did, and he left a half-hour later, shame-faced and sore and more confused than ever.

Gene was still awake when he got home, awake and drinking in the kitchen. He offered a Butch a glass of scotch, and he accepted wordlessly. They went back to bed with a lot left unsaid between them, and they fell asleep chastely; kind-of-but-not-really holding hands.

Re: Butch/M!LW. "With Bated Breath," 2/2

[(Anonymous)]

Awwww, that was so cute and awkward! I loved it.

Re: Butch/M!LW. "With Bated Breath," 2/2

[(Anonymous)]

Oh, I would love to read more of this! :D Wonderful details, interesting/excellent characterization.

Re: Butch/M!LW. "With Bated Breath," 2/2

[(Anonymous)]

Oh man, this is really great. You've got such a fresh take on Butch; I'd love to read more about him and Gene slowly sorting out their relationship.