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finn breathed a sigh of relief that he hadn't got the wrong idea. he joined in with the laughter in disbelief that he'd finally made the jump. it had taken him so long and it paid off. he held onto cards shoulders, hoping to keep himself grounded instead of floating away to cloud nine.
he hadn't expected the question. he had spent so long preparing himself for failure that he didn't think of the other option that card wouldn't be against the idea. card's confirmation gave him some more confidence to answer "i-i want to do it again" he nodded, hands moving to hold card's face to pull him again "again and again...if you'll have me"
Cardelle was the type of man that had people so openly express their interest in him, for one night stands or continued meetings, so the slow burn that has been played here was completely foreign to him. Foreign, but he didn’t hate it. Over the last few months the two of them had really gotten to know each other, and that meant this moment had been strengthened because of it.
Card gave a small nod, smile still etched across his face. “Again and again, for as long as you’ll have me too.” Finn pulled him in again, lips pressing together more certainly than they had the last time, and Card embraced into the moment completely. One hand stayed on the back of Finn’s head, fingers brushing through his hair, the other snakes it’s way around to his back, bringing the rest of Finn’s body closer to him. He fell, slowly, letting himself lie back on the couch, arm still around Finn and bringing him down on top of him, not once breaking their current kiss.
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"Sure, if my hip acts up," he agreed, nodding. "Or if I'm in some sort of a, say, depressive stupor?" He added quickly, shrugging and looking around for a towel. Really it was an excuse to not look at Lynx for a brief moment. "Here," Cass said, grabbing the towel for the other and holding it out to him. Following the kiss, he finally looked at Lynx's face again, unsure if he should leave the comment where it was or if he should explain further. But then he realized what had just been said. The word 'love' hung there between them, and Cass' eyes widened a bit. Well. He hadn't expected that. Which was probably odd, considering they were engaged, but still. "Are you sure?" He asked after a few seconds, though he was almost positive that wasn't the correct response. "I love you, too," and he didn't say it out of obligation or because it seemed right, he said it because he was certain that he really, actually meant it. And that was almost crazier to him than the idea that Lynx would say it first.
Lynx raised a brow, feeling like he had missed part of a conversation somewhere along the lines but not being able to work out where. Must be the pounding in his head, messing with his cognitive functions. "Why would you be in a depressive stupor when you've got me around?" Flirting with Cass was always so easy, and Lynx was in part surprised they had ever had a serious conversation with each other. The pause hadn't been expected, mostly because the words left on the very edge of that silence hadn't been words Lynx had planned to say, and now the gentle sounds of the towel rubbing across his body were the only thing to fill that silence. Cass asked a question, and Lynx stopped, body freezing for a moment, wetting his bottom lip in thought. "Yeah," he'd said it for a reason, surely, "of course I'm sure." He shrugged as if it were nothing, stepping back towards Cass once more, letting his arms rest atop their shoulders, hands hanging back to brush between his shoulder blades. "Shit doesn't make sense in my head sometimes, but this does. I know we weren't supposed to be a serious thing, but what if we were?" And then Cass said it back, and Lynx's heart beat just that little bit faster, smile widening. At points, he thought he'd never get past the loss of Jae-Sung, and yet, here he was.
Despite the crazy, this felt like the most sane thing Lynx had said in years/.
there was a strong chance that finn may blackout from the stress alone of the situation. he was already anxious and overwhelmed, and he was still uncertain how card would react to the abrupt kiss that was sprung on him. his brain was in overdrive and he was sure card could feel his heartbeat threatening to burst from his chest.
when he thought card was going to shove him away, he felt the hand on the back of his neck pull him closer. this was good. card didn't hate him. he was smiling. "uh- i- yeah i-i did" he stuttered his way through his answer. "sorry" he apologised on instinct.
Cardelle couldn't help but chuckle, head falling forwards a little so that their foreheads touched. "Yeah you did," he laughed again, "don't be sorry, it was nice. Real nice." And it was. God knows how long he'd been waiting to make a move with Finn but waiting for the other to express interest first. Something was different about Finn, and he'd been happy to wait.
"Do...you wanna do it again?" He was smiling, a glint in his eyes that showed he was more than eager but it was Finn's call. "We don't gotta do anything you don't wanna. But I really want you to kiss me again," his hand came up to brush against Finn's cheek, other hand coming down to rest back on Finn's thigh. "Again and again."
he'd gone his whole life so far without being told that he was of some sort of importance to someone, it was why when card told him that he was important to him that finn had looked so caught off guard. he could've cried at how genuine card sounded. "if i ever get to meet them i'll try not to be dorky" he smiled followed by a laugh. he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of card or his friends.
feeling cards hand on his chest only prompted his heart to race faster. "uh-wha- yeah, i'm okay" he sounded unconvincing, stuttering through his sentence. this man was stressing him out. something about card's reassurance that he wouldn't ruin anything had finn feeling a little braver. everything card was saying had finn thinking that he was found out, that maybe card had figured out he had feelings for him. it was now or never, he couldn't chicken out again like he'd done all the previous times. this was as much a window as he was ever going to get. finn scooted forward in his seat, closed the distance and sealed his fate.
In Card's mind there was nothing Finn could do that would be considered dorky. He read books, so what, that was cool these days, and it helped him to educate kids, which was also cool. As much as he probably shouldn't, Cardelle really did think Finn was cool.
Still, he wasn't convinced that Finn was okay, given the intense beating of his heart, and Card was already primed to leap from his seat, Finn in his arms, and carry him to the closest medical person, whether night was approaching or not, ghosts be damned. Although, maybe it was Card who'd need the help, Finn coming in close and pressing his lips against Card's, and it genuinely took him by surprise. He'd wanted to do this for so long now, sure, but he'd been waiting for Finn to make the first move; Cardelle Coulson was very sure of himself and what he wanted, but Finn Cunningham wasn't.
The first kiss had been initiated now, and Card rolled with it, one hand coming up to rest against the back of Finn's head, keeping him gently in place so they could continue. Card was eventually the one to pull away first, a dopey smile across his face. "You...just kissed me."
"Ohh, okay." Elijah nodded, okay that changes things. "Why not? I'd be honoured if that was me." He tilted his head some then sat up. "He must really like you."
“He does,” Card nodded, “he really does. He kissed me y’know? We were just talking about life and shit and then he made the move, and like…fuck I’ve wanted to make the first move for so long but didn’t ‘cause I was trying to be respectful.” He let his head fall back against the couch. “I dunno why I’m the one in panic mode now.”
"Shut the fuck up. That wasn't banter. You said to my face you wanted me to be miserable. You said I was like our dad. It's not my job to take care of my kids, you said. You said they weren't mine. That I was nothing more than a legal guardian. The fuck do I know about a happy home, right? We are what we learn. You're going to stand there and say that was banter? That you were joking? That you didn't hone in on every insecurity I had so I would be just as miserable as you. I'm not fucking sensitive, Waylon. You were just being a shitty brother and I don't know why." He spat at him before stepping back and taking a shaky breath in and out.
"You want to try? That's fine but you don't get to pretend like you didn't hurt me. Like I'm over reacting. Would it kill you to actually apologise? See that maybe your behaviour wasn't acceptable and that if you want to be in my life, around my kids, you're going to have to grow the fuck up and take some responsibility for your behaviour."
Lucas ignored the outstretched hand for the moment. "I want to forgive you but I need to hear that you understand what you did."
Waylon blinked in confusion at Lucas’ words, brows furrowing tightly around the rim of his sunglasses causing the lines on his forehead to deepen. “I…said…all of that?” Some of it he could believe but the rest seemed harsh even by his standards. He scratched at the back of his head, grunted, the part of his brain that often said ‘fuck you need a drink’ during stressful situations kicking into sudden over drive. “That…wasn’t what I meant…I didn’t…”
He reached into the pocket in the inner lining of his jacket, and pulled out his flask, taking a quick swig. “Maybe…you’re not overreacting. You know you’re like the furthest thing from dad right? Closest thing is probably me…” god that hurt to say. He pulled his hand back for a moment, before bringing both forward to rest on Lucas’ shoulders. “I get it. And I’m sorry. I just…can’t keep letting that fuck get between us. Even now…”
Hunter visibly flinched as Liam snapped, knowing how that usually ended, but when no follow-through punch landed, he cleared his throat, despite its dryness, and stood up straight again. "That...came out wrong..." God, why did he feel so conflicted about this all the time, this back and forth between his own emotions becoming exhausting. He couldn't really imagine how Liam was perceiving it all. Frustration mainly.
He could see the realisation on Liam's face, and he couldn't hide the shame on his own quick enough, instead looking down at the ground again, trailing along until it rested on the small white frame of Flash, and he pretended his pet is what he'd been looking at all along. "Yeah we talked..." he admitted with a small shrug, "he came to me at the bar and wanted to talk, so we talked. Nothing wrong with talking is there?" He snapped that last bit, but bit down on his lip as soon as he did, head shaking. No, don't snap at Liam. "I said if Lennon gave his permission, and he did for the fucking and the kissing. But he's not fucking happy with the rest of it. With the-" he didn't want to say it but put his hand over his heart, fist scrunching over his t-shirt. "Because I was so down for everything Li...so down. And like...I'm down bad for you...real bad, I fucking told you that. It just...something doesn't feel right about it if Len ain't completely okay with it."
"Liam...please," he reached forwards again, hand brushing Liam's arm gently, "I'm...trying to do the right thing..."
"You don't know the conversation I had with him!" Liam barked back feeling like he was being manipulated from two sides. "I wouldn't have shown up that afternoon if he had said no. We talked. It fucking hurt but we talked because I wanted to set boundaries. I wanted to draw lines. Lennon never asked for that before. I wasn't his boyfriend. I wasn't even officially his partner. I asked for that. I asked for something more than just winging it because I needed to make sure I wasn't hurting anyone. I wouldn't have done any of this if I had know the two of you would just fucking change your mind behind my back and not even have the nerve to tell me. Do you have any idea what kind of message that sends?"
He slapped Hunter's hand away, not wanting to be touched. Not when he felt like the poison eating away at other peoples lives. "But yeah fine. I'm the fucking problem. I get it. Well fuck me am I right? God forbid I try to be honest. Try to spare everyone else's feelings when it seems like no one gives a shit about mine or at least doesn't respect me enough to include me in the conversation. Maybe you two should date. Maybe that's where this whole thing went wrong. I'll remove myself from the equation since clearly I'm not worth basic decency." He spat before stepping past Hunter, his shoulder slamming into his as he went just to emphasise his point.
He couldn’t argue. There was nothing that even Hunter Hilton could say to make any of this better, and the worst part was, everything Liam said was true. They had all gone behind his back, aired their grievances and their issues with each other rather than going to him directly. Hunter just looked down at the ground, alternating between his feet and Liam’s. The barrage of scolding kept coming, pushing and pushing until Hunter finally looked up. “No!” He was shouting before he realised, “I have no idea what kind of message that sends because when have I ever given a fuck about anyone else that isn’t me? I don’t. Fucking newsflash but I’m Hunter fucking Hilton and if you aren’t me you aren’t important. Until you came the fuck along and I’m so out of my fucking element here.”
It didn’t stop there, each point Liam brought up something Hunter wanted to counter. “You are not the fucking problem Liam, you’ve never been the fucking problem. It’s me…it’s always me. I can’t just…” he slapped at his head, Flash turning back to his owner with a concerned look. “That’s not what’s happening. Fuck whatever Lenn is doing, I can’t speak on their behalf, but your feelings are the one fucking thing I have actually been considering.” He scoffed, and rolled his eyes. “I don’t want to date Lenn, I want to date you!” It felt weird to say out loud, but not wrong. Liam slammed into him, and attempt to leave, but this time all gentleness was forfeit, Hunter now grabbing his arm to stop him from walking off. “Don’t go…”
And he leant in for a kiss.
Ghost laughed a little, stretching with his hands behind his head. "I mean, fuck, I got nothing better to do," he teased, throwing the other a grin before shrugging. "Whatever the second best man has got to do, I'm here for you, man... You really think I know you better than your fiance?" He figured that might be a red flag here, but maybe not. Lynx wanted to be loved, and it seemed like this Cass person could provide that. "Seriously? Maybe this guy is actually perfect for you, Lynx."
Lynx laughed too. “Nobody has anything better to do here,” his own smile stretching to match Ghost’s. “Can’t say I know what a best man is supposed to do but I’ll get Cass to sort it and let me know, and then I’ll let you know. But like don’t they usually do the speech and tell embarrassing stories?” He furrowed his brows, and hummed. “Maybe not. There’s a lot you know that other people don’t need to.” Like the entirety of Lynx’s assassin life. He smiled, genuine this time. “You think so? We sort of bounce off each other and it just…works I think?” He scratched at the back of his head, “I dunno, you have to meet him soon. Let me know what you think.”
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"I still can't believe you're here." Lynx wasn't sure how many times he'd said it since Ghost had arrived, but he meant it every single time. He genuinely couldn't believe that Ghost was here in Huntsville with him, after years. A single digit prodded itself onto Ghost's cheek until the skin squished. "Now that you are here, wanna be the second best man at my wedding?"
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Ghost let out a deep sigh, giving the other man a faint smile before he shrugged. "I can't believe I'm here either. The pay for this fucking job is not worth the work it's gonna take." He raised a brow as Lynx poked his cheek but only laughed it off. "You want me to be second best man? You sure they don't think I'm actually trying to kill you? I'm not trying to start shit at your wedding."
“Ain’t that right,” Lynx groaned. He still hadn’t got his money from Jae-Sung, the whole reason for coming here, and now the fucker was dead and Lynx was trapped. Admittedly, he’d made the best of a bad situation. “Of course I do! Noah is already my best man, but seems stupid not to have someone that knew me in the real world as one too. I mean, you probably know me better than anyone, even Cass.” But who needed historical details when you knew each other in the way he and Cass did. “Cass loves the drama. We could have a fight half way through. Call it a half time show.”
Eventually, Cass' hands moved from Lynx's scalp down to his neck. He worked slowly down to the other's shoulders, and then his hands stilled, and he nodded at the question, smiling even though he knew Lynx couldn't see it. "You'll get this treatment whenever you need it. Every day, if that's what you want," he added, hesitating for a moment. "Unless I'm otherwise incapacitated." Cass didn't elaborate on that, unsure if now was the right time for a conversation he really, really didn't want to have. He kissed his fiance, shrugging at the statement following. "Obviously I get that a lot, but it's nice to hear anyway," he said, raising his eyebrows. "Now come on, let's get you out of the tub before you get me any wetter."
Cass was an expert with his hands, there was no denying that, and Lynx could feel himself practically melt the more Cass pressed into his aching muscles. “You mean if your hip starts playing up?” The cold tended to seize up injured joints and bring out old pains in previously healed places. But Lynx wasn’t expecting Cass to be this attentive 24/7, but he’d make the most of it while he could. He gave another content sigh, pushing his naked frame out of the tub and reached for the nearest towel. “I got other ways to get you wet,” he smirked, leaning in to kiss Cass on the lips. “I love you.”
"Why are you doing this?" Lucas asked, a tired expression on his face. "Antagonising me. Purposefully trying to get under my skin. I was so happy to see you again and then you stood there and shit all over my life like I don't already struggle with feeling worth any of it. Walking over here calling yourself their uncle knowing full well a couple months ago you said they weren't my kids and that I shouldn't care about them or care for them."
"Okay, I'm not trying to antagonise you," Waylon said genuinely, "we were bantering over some beers. I forget that even though you're grown up you're still so fucking sensitive. " He sighed again, that quick tongue of once again making comments he hadn't thought about properly. "Look, you wanted me to make an effort right? Try and ... adjust to this way of life and your new normal. This is me trying. If you don't want the Uncle Way stuff, fine, consider it never mentioned again, but I didn't come all the way across the fucking world to find you just to get shunned out day one for talking bollocks while drinking." He sighed again, extended a hand, and tipped his glasses down with the other so that pale eyes met his brother. "Forgiven this once?"
Lucas bristled when Waylon touched him. If they had been alone he'd have slapped the hand away but he had some of his kids with him and didn't want that kind of energy around them. Adam, the oldest, had stopped to look at Waylon, attitude already written all over his face. "Sorry applications for family members are restricted to kids only. Besides, we don't need a creepy uncle." Lucas bit his lip to suppress a laugh knowing he shouldn't be encouraging him.
"Adam, take the others home. I'll be there soon." Lucas instructed as he stopped, ensuring Waylon wouldn't walk with them further.
He should have been offended by the comment, creepy uncle almost a worse title that abusive father to some. Great, now I'm worse than dad. But he laughed anyway. "I like this kid. He's got my sense of humour." That comment was sure to get under Lucas' skin.
The kids took off, and Waylon offered an overly friendly wave goodbye before stepping in to block Lucas' view of them as they headed home. "You never stopped to say hi at the speed dating. I was kinda upset y'know. I waved at you and everything mate."
Lucas finished loading his groceries into the pull along trailer that he'd brought with them. "We got everything?" He asked the teen with him as he checked his bags again. "Yeah looks like." Adam answered. Lucas reached over and ruffled his hair before motioning for Adam to pull the cart along. They were only a few steps away from the market when Lucas saw his brother step into view. He would have tried to avoid him had they not made eye contact. Instead he chose to ignore him, jaw clenched tight as he concentrated on getting home. @oxtofmydcpth
Had Waylon been following them to and around the market? Yes. Had he been lurking around the place Lucas called home for the past few days? Also yes, but this was the first time they'd locked into each others gaze, even with Waylon's sunglasses on it was clear he was watching his brother. As Lucas began to walk away, Waylon sped up until he was walking at his brothers side. "Well well, what are the chances of us both heading this direction," he slapped a hand against Lucas' broad shoulder, "Alright kids? Gonna say hi to your Uncle Way?"
