[HIATUS] I Believe In Ammunition

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[strictlyhickly]

“Babe, fuck–not here.”

“Then where the fuck are you?!” Gabe exclaimed through the other end of the phone, swerving to drive around the block once more. It was unbelievably hard to remain inconspicuous AND drive the speed limit AND look for a guy dressed in black at NIGHT, and he was getting more frustrated by the moment.

[jamesonandhotbrass]

strictlyhickly:

“Hmm. The Ritz Carlton,” he shot back, paired with a cheeky grin. He really didn’t want to go too fancy. There surely was a decent chain hotel around here that still had rooms.

Just as he opened his mouth to make a real suggestion, his stomach interrupted him with a growl of protest.

“Can, um, can we get dinner, too?”

“I don’t think you’d know what to do with yourself.” Cayne shot Gabe a teasing look, before continuing to scroll through listings. Honestly, places that upscale rubbed him in all the wrong sorts of ways. 

“Room service? Don’t think I feel comfortable leaving the bag anywhere long enough to actually eat.” 

[strictlyhickly]

“Sounds good to me. Less people, less clothes required.” He shrugged, pulling off into the last truck stop before they would hit the highway to the next town. It was darkened enough by lack of street lamps and by 18 wheelers lined up with their headlights out that they could probably camp there for the night if they hadn’t had such a hefty pay day.

Gabe threw the truck into park. “So. Find anything?”

[jamesonandhotbrass]

If he was completely honest, Cayne was looking forward to eating an actual honest to god meal, rather than shitty gas station chow almost as much as it looked like Gabe was.

"Think so. Shouldn't be more'n half an hour or so. That alright?" The question more pertained to food than anything, given how loudly the other's stomach had growled earlier.

[strictlyhickly]

“Babe, fuck–not here.”

“Then where the fuck are you?!” Gabe exclaimed through the other end of the phone, swerving to drive around the block once more. It was unbelievably hard to remain inconspicuous AND drive the speed limit AND look for a guy dressed in black at NIGHT, and he was getting more frustrated by the moment.

[jamesonandhotbrass]

strictlyhickly:

“Hmm. The Ritz Carlton,” he shot back, paired with a cheeky grin. He really didn’t want to go too fancy. There surely was a decent chain hotel around here that still had rooms.

Just as he opened his mouth to make a real suggestion, his stomach interrupted him with a growl of protest.

“Can, um, can we get dinner, too?”

“I don’t think you’d know what to do with yourself.” Cayne shot Gabe a teasing look, before continuing to scroll through listings. Honestly, places that upscale rubbed him in all the wrong sorts of ways. 

“Room service? Don’t think I feel comfortable leaving the bag anywhere long enough to actually eat.” 

[strictlyhickly]

“Babe, fuck–not here.”

“Then where the fuck are you?!” Gabe exclaimed through the other end of the phone, swerving to drive around the block once more. It was unbelievably hard to remain inconspicuous AND drive the speed limit AND look for a guy dressed in black at NIGHT, and he was getting more frustrated by the moment.

[jamesonandhotbrass]

strictlyhickly:

Gabe spared him a quick glance as they were sat at a stoplight, immediately feeling guilty that he had started in on him so strong without asking questions.

“I, uh. Yeah. Sorry.” He continued to drive, remaining silent for the next minute or two while they reached the edge of town. “You, uh. Didn’t run into any trouble, did you? You’re alright?”

“Yeah, m’alright. Got a little hairy for a second, but nothing that couldn’t be taken care of.” Cayne turned his gaze back toward the passing buildings getting fewer and farther between the further they got, turning from storefronts and restaurants into warehouses and factories. 

It was a long moment before he spoke again, the silence filled with only the sounds of the engine and tires on the worn pavement. “Are you okay?”

[strictlyhickly]

“Yeah. Yeah. Was just worried when I didn’t see you. Thought somethin’ bad happened,” he confessed, and maybe that’s the real reason he’d gotten so worked up and decided to take it out on Cayne.

Maybe he owed Cayne a nice apology and other things once they got situated for the night.

[jamesonandhotbrass]

“I would’ve warned you earlier, but it wasn’t until I got there that things felt off. You must’ve gotten there right after I booked it.” It probably would’ve been fine, people get picked up on the street all the time, but something had felt all sorts of wrong. And if there was anything Cayne had learned in the last five or so years, it was to trust his instincts. 

Yet, he too still felt a little guilty for making Gabe worry like that. Even if there wasn’t much to be done about it. “Sorry for worrying you. How ‘bout i find somewhere to stay before you wanna switch?”

[strictlyhickly]

Gabe brightened up a bit at that, having longed for a hot shower and a warm bed all day long. And well, they could afford to be picky for once in a great while. Convincing Cayne of that would be the challenge.

“Yeah. Yeah, that’d be nice, Cay.”

[jamesonandhotbrass]

“Sounds good. Figured maybe we could splurge a little.” The nickname was definitely something he was still getting used to, but not something he necessarily hated, either. 

And hey, after a payday like this one? Maybe he was in a little better spirits than usual. Especially after getting off more or less scott free with it. “Requests?”

[strictlyhickly]

“Babe, fuck–not here.”

“Then where the fuck are you?!” Gabe exclaimed through the other end of the phone, swerving to drive around the block once more. It was unbelievably hard to remain inconspicuous AND drive the speed limit AND look for a guy dressed in black at NIGHT, and he was getting more frustrated by the moment.

[jamesonandhotbrass]

strictlyhickly:

Gabe spared him a quick glance as they were sat at a stoplight, immediately feeling guilty that he had started in on him so strong without asking questions.

“I, uh. Yeah. Sorry.” He continued to drive, remaining silent for the next minute or two while they reached the edge of town. “You, uh. Didn’t run into any trouble, did you? You’re alright?”

“Yeah, m’alright. Got a little hairy for a second, but nothing that couldn’t be taken care of.” Cayne turned his gaze back toward the passing buildings getting fewer and farther between the further they got, turning from storefronts and restaurants into warehouses and factories. 

It was a long moment before he spoke again, the silence filled with only the sounds of the engine and tires on the worn pavement. “Are you okay?”

[strictlyhickly]

“Yeah. Yeah. Was just worried when I didn’t see you. Thought somethin’ bad happened,” he confessed, and maybe that’s the real reason he’d gotten so worked up and decided to take it out on Cayne.

Maybe he owed Cayne a nice apology and other things once they got situated for the night.

[jamesonandhotbrass]

“I would’ve warned you earlier, but it wasn’t until I got there that things felt off. You must’ve gotten there right after I booked it.” It probably would’ve been fine, people get picked up on the street all the time, but something had felt all sorts of wrong. And if there was anything Cayne had learned in the last five or so years, it was to trust his instincts. 

Yet, he too still felt a little guilty for making Gabe worry like that. Even if there wasn’t much to be done about it. “Sorry for worrying you. How ‘bout i find somewhere to stay before you wanna switch?”

[strictlyhickly]

“Babe, fuck–not here.”

“Then where the fuck are you?!” Gabe exclaimed through the other end of the phone, swerving to drive around the block once more. It was unbelievably hard to remain inconspicuous AND drive the speed limit AND look for a guy dressed in black at NIGHT, and he was getting more frustrated by the moment.

[jamesonandhotbrass]

strictlyhickly:

Gabe spared him a quick glance as they were sat at a stoplight, immediately feeling guilty that he had started in on him so strong without asking questions.

“I, uh. Yeah. Sorry.” He continued to drive, remaining silent for the next minute or two while they reached the edge of town. “You, uh. Didn’t run into any trouble, did you? You’re alright?”

“Yeah, m’alright. Got a little hairy for a second, but nothing that couldn’t be taken care of.” Cayne turned his gaze back toward the passing buildings getting fewer and farther between the further they got, turning from storefronts and restaurants into warehouses and factories. 

It was a long moment before he spoke again, the silence filled with only the sounds of the engine and tires on the worn pavement. “Are you okay?”

[strictlyhickly]

“Babe, fuck–not here.”

“Then where the fuck are you?!” Gabe exclaimed through the other end of the phone, swerving to drive around the block once more. It was unbelievably hard to remain inconspicuous AND drive the speed limit AND look for a guy dressed in black at NIGHT, and he was getting more frustrated by the moment.

[jamesonandhotbrass]

“Take that left and go two more blocks. Less populated. Outside a pub. See you there.”

Standing outside a pub, smoking was reasonable enough cover. And if anyone asked, playing drunk wasn’t exactly out of the realm of his skills. With a quick goodbye, Cayne pocketed the phone and pulled out his pack, lighting up as he approached the aforementioned establishment. 

Just a few more minutes and they were golden. 

[strictlyhickly]

Gabe pushed end on his phone screen just a little too hard, and tossed the phone angrily into the passenger seat. Fucking Cayne, making him drive their rust bucket for an extraction at night, only to make him go a few extra blocks down the street from where he was originally supposed to pick him up for seemingly no reason.

He wasn’t even making any attempt to lower his heart rate, taking calming breaths when he finally pulled up to the bar and spotted Cayne with a cigarette outside. It was against Cayne’s instructions, but he made an executive decision to park. Being that appearing to be a bar patron’s sober ride home didn’t seem out of the ordinary at all. He huffed as Cayne approached, preparing everything he wanted to say– no, yell– at the man once he got in.

[jamesonandhotbrass]

Cayne shuffled his way foreward, hyperaware of the few people crossing the street and the singular individual exiting the bar. Unsteadily, he crushed out his cigarette butt and fumbled with the door latch before pulling himself into the truck, slamming the door behind him. 

He knew full well Gabe was, and would be pissed for at least the next few minutes, but Cayne was confident that wouldn’t last long. Not with the weight of the bag at his feet.

“You can yell in a second. Drive out of town, we can switch there if you want.”

[strictlyhickly]

“Oh, you bet your ass I’m gonna yell,” he started in, throwing the truck into reverse and taking off easily out of the parking lot and towards the edge of town.

“How the /fuck/ did you end up three blocks down from the extraction point, Cayne?!”

[jamesonandhotbrass]

Cayne let the boy vent, taking a deep breath of his own in the meantime. There was no point in trying to argue with him. Nor did he want to. 

“The original exfil point was swarming. Got a bad feeling about it.” Pushing the cap back up his away from his eyes and glanced over at Gabe. “Especially with almost seven grand.” 

[strictlyhickly]

“Yeah well, next time you oughta think about texting me so that I– s- uh. Seven /thousand/?”

Okay, Gabe didn’t think about that big of a pay off from this job. If Cayne had managed to pull that off without getting caught, maybe he could lay off him a bit.

[jamesonandhotbrass]

Cayne just lifted his brows in a sort of ‘yep’ gesture. Gabe’s sudden trail off at the amount was admittedly pretty amusing, but now maaay not be the time. 

“Seven thousand. Yep. You gonna stop yellin’ about me about it?”

[strictlyhickly]

“Babe, fuck–not here.”

“Then where the fuck are you?!” Gabe exclaimed through the other end of the phone, swerving to drive around the block once more. It was unbelievably hard to remain inconspicuous AND drive the speed limit AND look for a guy dressed in black at NIGHT, and he was getting more frustrated by the moment.

[jamesonandhotbrass]

“Take that left and go two more blocks. Less populated. Outside a pub. See you there.”

Standing outside a pub, smoking was reasonable enough cover. And if anyone asked, playing drunk wasn’t exactly out of the realm of his skills. With a quick goodbye, Cayne pocketed the phone and pulled out his pack, lighting up as he approached the aforementioned establishment. 

Just a few more minutes and they were golden. 

[strictlyhickly]

Gabe pushed end on his phone screen just a little too hard, and tossed the phone angrily into the passenger seat. Fucking Cayne, making him drive their rust bucket for an extraction at night, only to make him go a few extra blocks down the street from where he was originally supposed to pick him up for seemingly no reason.

He wasn’t even making any attempt to lower his heart rate, taking calming breaths when he finally pulled up to the bar and spotted Cayne with a cigarette outside. It was against Cayne’s instructions, but he made an executive decision to park. Being that appearing to be a bar patron’s sober ride home didn’t seem out of the ordinary at all. He huffed as Cayne approached, preparing everything he wanted to say– no, yell– at the man once he got in.

[jamesonandhotbrass]

Cayne shuffled his way foreward, hyperaware of the few people crossing the street and the singular individual exiting the bar. Unsteadily, he crushed out his cigarette butt and fumbled with the door latch before pulling himself into the truck, slamming the door behind him. 

He knew full well Gabe was, and would be pissed for at least the next few minutes, but Cayne was confident that wouldn’t last long. Not with the weight of the bag at his feet.

“You can yell in a second. Drive out of town, we can switch there if you want.”

[strictlyhickly]

“Oh, you bet your ass I’m gonna yell,” he started in, throwing the truck into reverse and taking off easily out of the parking lot and towards the edge of town.

“How the /fuck/ did you end up three blocks down from the extraction point, Cayne?!”

[jamesonandhotbrass]

Cayne let the boy vent, taking a deep breath of his own in the meantime. There was no point in trying to argue with him. Nor did he want to. 

“The original exfil point was swarming. Got a bad feeling about it.” Pushing the cap back up his away from his eyes and glanced over at Gabe. “Especially with almost seven grand.” 

[strictlyhickly]

“Babe, fuck–not here.”

“Then where the fuck are you?!” Gabe exclaimed through the other end of the phone, swerving to drive around the block once more. It was unbelievably hard to remain inconspicuous AND drive the speed limit AND look for a guy dressed in black at NIGHT, and he was getting more frustrated by the moment.

[jamesonandhotbrass]

“Take that left and go two more blocks. Less populated. Outside a pub. See you there.”

Standing outside a pub, smoking was reasonable enough cover. And if anyone asked, playing drunk wasn’t exactly out of the realm of his skills. With a quick goodbye, Cayne pocketed the phone and pulled out his pack, lighting up as he approached the aforementioned establishment. 

Just a few more minutes and they were golden. 

[strictlyhickly]

Gabe pushed end on his phone screen just a little too hard, and tossed the phone angrily into the passenger seat. Fucking Cayne, making him drive their rust bucket for an extraction at night, only to make him go a few extra blocks down the street from where he was originally supposed to pick him up for seemingly no reason.

He wasn’t even making any attempt to lower his heart rate, taking calming breaths when he finally pulled up to the bar and spotted Cayne with a cigarette outside. It was against Cayne’s instructions, but he made an executive decision to park. Being that appearing to be a bar patron’s sober ride home didn’t seem out of the ordinary at all. He huffed as Cayne approached, preparing everything he wanted to say– no, yell– at the man once he got in.

[jamesonandhotbrass]

Cayne shuffled his way foreward, hyperaware of the few people crossing the street and the singular individual exiting the bar. Unsteadily, he crushed out his cigarette butt and fumbled with the door latch before pulling himself into the truck, slamming the door behind him. 

He knew full well Gabe was, and would be pissed for at least the next few minutes, but Cayne was confident that wouldn’t last long. Not with the weight of the bag at his feet.

“You can yell in a second. Drive out of town, we can switch there if you want.”

[strictlyhickly]

“Babe, fuck–not here.”

“Then where the fuck are you?!” Gabe exclaimed through the other end of the phone, swerving to drive around the block once more. It was unbelievably hard to remain inconspicuous AND drive the speed limit AND look for a guy dressed in black at NIGHT, and he was getting more frustrated by the moment.

[jamesonandhotbrass]

“Take that left and go two more blocks. Less populated. Outside a pub. See you there.”

Standing outside a pub, smoking was reasonable enough cover. And if anyone asked, playing drunk wasn’t exactly out of the realm of his skills. With a quick goodbye, Cayne pocketed the phone and pulled out his pack, lighting up as he approached the aforementioned establishment. 

Just a few more minutes and they were golden. 

[ssanis-archive]

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[jamesonandhotbrass]

I'll be right here, I'm waiting

“I know.” 

Even in the dead silence of his stuffy shoebox of an apartment, the words were barely more than a cracked, broken whisper.

Cayne curled in on himself even tighter, the sheet beneath him pulling free from the mattress and scrunched in after him. Days were hard, but at least he could pretend that he was leading some semblance of a normal life. Force himself to get out of bed, to shower, to eat. Force himself to open the window, to go outside, to just walk down the street and back. Force himself not to think too hard about anything. 

But nights? Nights didn’t work the same. Harder to pretend to be a functioning human being when all you had was an unknown amount of alcohol, the suffocating silence, a deep hollow ache in your chest, and your phone. 

“I know.”

[dimittetur-deactivated20170721]

richard siken sentence starters.

that’s a nice touch.

i watched tv.

i wanted to fall down right there.

i’ll be right here, i’m waiting.

i don’t really blame you for being dead.

but you can’t have your sweater back.

you can sleep now, you said. you can sleep now. you said that.

thanks for saying that. you weren’t supposed to.

so it’s summer, so it’s suicide.

he had green eyes, so i wanted to sleep with him.

i wanted to take him home and rough him up and get my hands inside him.

i can’t go through with it.

i just don’t want to die anymore.

yes, i do believe his mouth is heaven.

i try, i do. i try, and try.

there’s a bottle of whisky in the trunk of the chevy. 

if you love me, (name), you don’t love me in a way i understand.

i knew you wouldn’t catch me.

people fall down and stay down.

you are a fever i am learning to live with.

watch me, just watch me.

why take more than we need? because we can.

you don’t owe me squat, lets just get going.

you must want something. just tell me, and it’s yours.

i’d just as soon kill myself.

you never mean it, anyway, not really.

roll over and let me fuck you ‘till you puke.

i end up feeling empty, like you’ve taken something out of me.

do you want it? do you want anything i have?

i’m telling you, for the last time, i mean it.

i had coke at the bar.

your brother has pulled to the side of the road.

lets say god in his high heaven is hungry.

you keep singing the song i hate. stop singing.

people get hurt here.

looking back is easy for a while, then looking back gets murky.

tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake.

it’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere.

tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.

tell me we’ll never get used to it.

i had four dreams in a row where you were burned, about to burn, or still on fire.

unfortunately, we don’t have that kind of time.

let me do it right for once.

are you there, sweetheart?

he invents the monsters underneath the bed to get you to sleep next to him.

there were some nice parts, sure.

i tried that one time, highschool.

i never liked that ending, either.

no one will ever want to sleep with you.

we were all forgiven, even though we didn’t deserve it.

shut up. i’m getting to it.

you still get to be the hero.

who am i? i’m just a writer. i write things down.

you want a better story. who wouldn’t?

there is the road, and there is the story of where the road goes, and then more road.

i can tell already you think i’m the dragon, that would be so like me, but i’m not. i’m not the dragon.

how he loves you, darling boy.

he was not dead yet, not exactly.

everyone needs a place. it shouldn’t be inside someone else.

the boy is no good. the boy is just no good.

he hits you and he hits you and he hits you.

no one can ever figure out what you want, and you won’t tell them.

do you love yourself? 

i don’t have to answer that.

mean as she was, i miss her.

what can you tell me, what could you possibly tell me?

what would you like? i’d like my money’s worth.

we can’t punch ourselves awake.

sorry about the blood in your mouth, i wish it was mine.

i couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but i wore his jacket for the longest time.

his wounds healed, the skin a bit thicker than before.

someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure.

i like him and i want to be like him.

i know history. there are many names in history, but none of them are ours.

[jamesonandhotbrass]

"Let's play hooky and sleep in tomorrow"

“Hey, I’m down. Hospital might not, but I think they’ll survive, huh? Been too long since to had a day off.” Cayne yawned, tracking Lizzie as she re-entered the room, arms laden with a different set of Legos, and leaned into Gabe’s shoulder a little more heavily.

“Of course, it all depends on how long our lil munchkin here wants to let us sleep too.”

[jamesonandhotbrass]

strictlyhickly:

“Good. Me too,” he said with a drawn out yawn, taking his husband’s hand and allowing himself to be assisted up from his spot on the couch.

They made their way to Lizzie’s room, where she was still brushing her teeth in the bathroom while Fi sat dutifully outside. Gabe offered the pup a scritch on the top of her head, a reminder of what a good watch dog she was.

“Almost done in there, sweetheart?”

“Yup!” Lizzie chirped around a mouthful of toothbrush and paste, twisting to look at the both of them. 

Cayne flopped into a seat on the corner of her bed to wait, patting the mattress to get the dog’s attention, always happy for scritches and attention. “Just remember not to swallow, okay?”

[strictlyhickly]

“Okay, Daddy!” Lizzie made a loud, exaggerated spit noise, wiping the edges of her tiny mouth with the hand towel hung by her sink. She bounced off her little step stool, and full on bounded towards Cayne, trying to tackle her Daddy to the bed.

[jamesonandhotbrass]

In true dramatic fashion, Cayne let out a low noise as Lizzie collided with him, carrying her back with him as he ‘fell’.

“Ugh, ya got me.” Cayne laughed, grinning at the girl giggling madly, sprawled across his chest. “How’d you get so strong, huh?”

[jamesonandhotbrass]

"Let's play hooky and sleep in tomorrow"

“Hey, I’m down. Hospital might not, but I think they’ll survive, huh? Been too long since to had a day off.” Cayne yawned, tracking Lizzie as she re-entered the room, arms laden with a different set of Legos, and leaned into Gabe’s shoulder a little more heavily.

“Of course, it all depends on how long our lil munchkin here wants to let us sleep too.”

[jamesonandhotbrass]

strictlyhickly:

“Good. Me too,” he said with a drawn out yawn, taking his husband’s hand and allowing himself to be assisted up from his spot on the couch.

They made their way to Lizzie’s room, where she was still brushing her teeth in the bathroom while Fi sat dutifully outside. Gabe offered the pup a scritch on the top of her head, a reminder of what a good watch dog she was.

“Almost done in there, sweetheart?”

“Yup!” Lizzie chirped around a mouthful of toothbrush and paste, twisting to look at the both of them. 

Cayne flopped into a seat on the corner of her bed to wait, patting the mattress to get the dog’s attention, always happy for scritches and attention. “Just remember not to swallow, okay?”

[jamesonandhotbrass]

"Let's play hooky and sleep in tomorrow"

“Hey, I’m down. Hospital might not, but I think they’ll survive, huh? Been too long since to had a day off.” Cayne yawned, tracking Lizzie as she re-entered the room, arms laden with a different set of Legos, and leaned into Gabe’s shoulder a little more heavily.

“Of course, it all depends on how long our lil munchkin here wants to let us sleep too.”

[jamesonandhotbrass]

strictlyhickly:

The little girl immediately threw her arms around both of their necks, squealing ‘thank you Daddy!! Thank you Papa!!’ while she planted sloppy little girl kisses on their faces. 

“Yer welcome, m’love.” Gabe brushed back her curly, blonde hair behind her ears and kissed her forehead in return. “How ‘bout we all get t’bed so we rest up for tomorrow, huh?”

“Sounds like a plan. Come on, Devilpup. Rendezvous in bed in five mikes?”  Cayne held Lizzie back just a bit, still grinning at her wildly enthusiastic kisses. 

“Yeah!” She squirmed out of his hold, darting off toward her bedroom, Fi close on her heels in all the excitement. 

With a chuckle, Cayne rested back against the couch and into Gabe’s shoulder, just watching the two of them go. “Man. I don’t remember having that much energy as a kid ever, much less all the time. D’you?”

[strictlyhickly]

“Y’sure? You were a little hellion, too,” Gabe snorted, leaning over and pecking Cayne’s jaw lovingly, probably just a tad more drunk than he wanted to get for a weeknight. Ah, well. He was taking off tomorrow anyway.

“Pa made sure I worked off all the extra energy on the farm.”

[jamesonandhotbrass]

“P’sure. I was just mad all the time.” Cayne turned his head to return the kiss, not quite hitting his target, but close would have to do for now. He was a tiny bit less drunk than Gabe, but definitely not by much. 

“Yeah, and all the Steele kids turned out pretty damn good, as far’s i can tell.” 

[strictlyhickly]

“Well, I dunno ‘bout /that/.”

Ma and Pa certainly did their best with him, but Gabe was lucky to get out of the Corps before he was too far gone. He supposed that was the one thing that came out of one Ray Person’s mouth that wasn’t kentucky fried bullshit. He really did get his brains back.

“What d’you say we put the little one t’bed and head there ourselves?”

[jamesonandhotbrass]

“I’m pretty sure ‘bout that.” With another quick kiss to Gabe’s cheek, Cayne pulled himself up off the couch and held a hand out to his husband, content with where they were in life, for once. Sure, things were rough -- were still rough sometimes -- but overall? Things were good.

“Fuck yeah. I’m beat.” 

[jamesonandhotbrass]

"Let's play hooky and sleep in tomorrow"

“Hey, I’m down. Hospital might not, but I think they’ll survive, huh? Been too long since to had a day off.” Cayne yawned, tracking Lizzie as she re-entered the room, arms laden with a different set of Legos, and leaned into Gabe’s shoulder a little more heavily.

“Of course, it all depends on how long our lil munchkin here wants to let us sleep too.”

[jamesonandhotbrass]

strictlyhickly:

The little girl immediately threw her arms around both of their necks, squealing ‘thank you Daddy!! Thank you Papa!!’ while she planted sloppy little girl kisses on their faces. 

“Yer welcome, m’love.” Gabe brushed back her curly, blonde hair behind her ears and kissed her forehead in return. “How ‘bout we all get t’bed so we rest up for tomorrow, huh?”

“Sounds like a plan. Come on, Devilpup. Rendezvous in bed in five mikes?”  Cayne held Lizzie back just a bit, still grinning at her wildly enthusiastic kisses. 

“Yeah!” She squirmed out of his hold, darting off toward her bedroom, Fi close on her heels in all the excitement. 

With a chuckle, Cayne rested back against the couch and into Gabe’s shoulder, just watching the two of them go. “Man. I don’t remember having that much energy as a kid ever, much less all the time. D’you?”

[strictlyhickly]

“Y’sure? You were a little hellion, too,” Gabe snorted, leaning over and pecking Cayne’s jaw lovingly, probably just a tad more drunk than he wanted to get for a weeknight. Ah, well. He was taking off tomorrow anyway.

“Pa made sure I worked off all the extra energy on the farm.”

[jamesonandhotbrass]

“P’sure. I was just mad all the time.” Cayne turned his head to return the kiss, not quite hitting his target, but close would have to do for now. He was a tiny bit less drunk than Gabe, but definitely not by much. 

“Yeah, and all the Steele kids turned out pretty damn good, as far’s i can tell.” 

[jamesonandhotbrass]

"Let's play hooky and sleep in tomorrow"

“Hey, I’m down. Hospital might not, but I think they’ll survive, huh? Been too long since to had a day off.” Cayne yawned, tracking Lizzie as she re-entered the room, arms laden with a different set of Legos, and leaned into Gabe’s shoulder a little more heavily.

“Of course, it all depends on how long our lil munchkin here wants to let us sleep too.”

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The little girl immediately threw her arms around both of their necks, squealing ‘thank you Daddy!! Thank you Papa!!’ while she planted sloppy little girl kisses on their faces. 

“Yer welcome, m’love.” Gabe brushed back her curly, blonde hair behind her ears and kissed her forehead in return. “How ‘bout we all get t’bed so we rest up for tomorrow, huh?”

“Sounds like a plan. Come on, Devilpup. Rendezvous in bed in five mikes?”  Cayne held Lizzie back just a bit, still grinning at her wildly enthusiastic kisses. 

“Yeah!” She squirmed out of his hold, darting off toward her bedroom, Fi close on her heels in all the excitement. 

With a chuckle, Cayne rested back against the couch and into Gabe’s shoulder, just watching the two of them go. “Man. I don’t remember having that much energy as a kid ever, much less all the time. D’you?”