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@strictlyhickly
Send me đȘ to put a knife to my museâs throat and see how they react.
âBabe, fuckânot here.â
âThen where the fuck are you?!â 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.
strictlyhickly:
âHmm. The Ritz Carlton,â he shot back, paired with a cheeky grin. He really didnât 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.
âCan, um, can we get dinner, too?â
âI donât think youâd know what to do with yourself.â 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.Â
âRoom service? Donât think I feel comfortable leaving the bag anywhere long enough to actually eat.âÂ
âSounds good to me. Less people, less clothes required.â 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 hadnât had such a hefty pay day.
Gabe threw the truck into park. âSo. Find anything?â
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.
âThink so. Shouldnât be more'n half an hour or so. That alright?â The question more pertained to food than anything, given how loudly the otherâs stomach had growled earlier.
Gabe nodded, suddenly feeling all the more exhausted knowing he was closer to food, a hot shower, and a soft, warm bed with Cayne in it. The adrenaline ride from their little heist operation was winding down and he was left feeling drained and slightly shaky.
"Yeah, that's okay. May I have a kiss?" He asked, voice quiet and polite, just like his Ma always used to expect of him. He missed her sometimes, and wondered if she was watching over him, and if she was disappointed by the life he was leading. Cayne filled the void of those feelings of comfort quite nicely, he realized, and he wouldn't know what he'd do now if either of them went down and he'd have that taken from him yet again.
âBabe, fuckânot here.â
âThen where the fuck are you?!â 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.
strictlyhickly:
âHmm. The Ritz Carlton,â he shot back, paired with a cheeky grin. He really didnât 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.
âCan, um, can we get dinner, too?â
âI donât think youâd know what to do with yourself.â 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.Â
âRoom service? Donât think I feel comfortable leaving the bag anywhere long enough to actually eat.âÂ
"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?"
âBabe, fuckânot here.â
âThen where the fuck are you?!â 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.
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.
âI, uh. Yeah. Sorry.â He continued to drive, remaining silent for the next minute or two while they reached the edge of town. âYou, uh. Didnât run into any trouble, did you? Youâre alright?â
âYeah, mâalright. Got a little hairy for a second, but nothing that couldnât be taken care of.â 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.Â
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. âAre you okay?â
âYeah. Yeah. Was just worried when I didnât see you. Thought somethinâ bad happened,â he confessed, and maybe thatâs the real reason heâd 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.
âI wouldâve warned you earlier, but it wasnât until I got there that things felt off. You mustâve gotten there right after I booked it.â It probably wouldâve 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.Â
Yet, he too still felt a little guilty for making Gabe worry like that. Even if there wasnât much to be done about it. âSorry for worrying you. How âbout i find somewhere to stay before you wanna switch?â
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.
âYeah. Yeah, thatâd be nice, Cay.â
âSounds good. Figured maybe we could splurge a little.â The nickname was definitely something he was still getting used to, but not something he necessarily hated, either.Â
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. âRequests?â
"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?"
âBabe, fuckânot here.â
âThen where the fuck are you?!â 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.
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.
âI, uh. Yeah. Sorry.â He continued to drive, remaining silent for the next minute or two while they reached the edge of town. âYou, uh. Didnât run into any trouble, did you? Youâre alright?â
âYeah, mâalright. Got a little hairy for a second, but nothing that couldnât be taken care of.â 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.Â
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. âAre you okay?â
âYeah. Yeah. Was just worried when I didnât see you. Thought somethinâ bad happened,â he confessed, and maybe thatâs the real reason heâd 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.
âI wouldâve warned you earlier, but it wasnât until I got there that things felt off. You mustâve gotten there right after I booked it.â It probably wouldâve 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.Â
Yet, he too still felt a little guilty for making Gabe worry like that. Even if there wasnât much to be done about it. âSorry for worrying you. How âbout i find somewhere to stay before you wanna switch?â
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."
âBabe, fuckânot here.â
âThen where the fuck are you?!â 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.
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.
âI, uh. Yeah. Sorry.â He continued to drive, remaining silent for the next minute or two while they reached the edge of town. âYou, uh. Didnât run into any trouble, did you? Youâre alright?â
âYeah, mâalright. Got a little hairy for a second, but nothing that couldnât be taken care of.â 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.Â
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. âAre you okay?â
"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.
âBabe, fuckânot here.â
âThen where the fuck are you?!â 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.
âTake that left and go two more blocks. Less populated. Outside a pub. See you there.â
Standing outside a pub, smoking was reasonable enough cover. And if anyone asked, playing drunk wasnât 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.Â
Just a few more minutes and they were golden.Â
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 wasnât 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 Cayneâs instructions, but he made an executive decision to park. Being that appearing to be a bar patronâs sober ride home didnât seem out of the ordinary at all. He huffed as Cayne approached, preparing everything he wanted to sayâ no, yellâ at the man once he got in.
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.Â
He knew full well Gabe was, and would be pissed for at least the next few minutes, but Cayne was confident that wouldnât last long. Not with the weight of the bag at his feet.
âYou can yell in a second. Drive out of town, we can switch there if you want.â
âOh, you bet your ass Iâm gonna yell,â he started in, throwing the truck into reverse and taking off easily out of the parking lot and towards the edge of town.
âHow the /fuck/ did you end up three blocks down from the extraction point, Cayne?!â
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.Â
âThe original exfil point was swarming. Got a bad feeling about it.â Pushing the cap back up his away from his eyes and glanced over at Gabe. âEspecially with almost seven grand.âÂ
âYeah well, next time you oughta think about texting me so that Iâ s- uh. Seven /thousand/?â
Okay, Gabe didnât 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.
Cayne just lifted his brows in a sort of âyepâ gesture. Gabeâs sudden trail off at the amount was admittedly pretty amusing, but now maaay not be the time.Â
âSeven thousand. Yep. You gonna stop yellinâ about me about it?â
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?"
âBabe, fuckânot here.â
âThen where the fuck are you?!â 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.
âTake that left and go two more blocks. Less populated. Outside a pub. See you there.â
Standing outside a pub, smoking was reasonable enough cover. And if anyone asked, playing drunk wasnât 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.Â
Just a few more minutes and they were golden.Â
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 wasnât 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 Cayneâs instructions, but he made an executive decision to park. Being that appearing to be a bar patronâs sober ride home didnât seem out of the ordinary at all. He huffed as Cayne approached, preparing everything he wanted to sayâ no, yellâ at the man once he got in.
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.Â
He knew full well Gabe was, and would be pissed for at least the next few minutes, but Cayne was confident that wouldnât last long. Not with the weight of the bag at his feet.
âYou can yell in a second. Drive out of town, we can switch there if you want.â
âOh, you bet your ass Iâm gonna yell,â he started in, throwing the truck into reverse and taking off easily out of the parking lot and towards the edge of town.
âHow the /fuck/ did you end up three blocks down from the extraction point, Cayne?!â
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.Â
âThe original exfil point was swarming. Got a bad feeling about it.â Pushing the cap back up his away from his eyes and glanced over at Gabe. âEspecially with almost seven grand.âÂ
"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.
âBabe, fuckânot here.â
âThen where the fuck are you?!â 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.
âTake that left and go two more blocks. Less populated. Outside a pub. See you there.â
Standing outside a pub, smoking was reasonable enough cover. And if anyone asked, playing drunk wasnât 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.Â
Just a few more minutes and they were golden.Â
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 wasnât 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 Cayneâs instructions, but he made an executive decision to park. Being that appearing to be a bar patronâs sober ride home didnât seem out of the ordinary at all. He huffed as Cayne approached, preparing everything he wanted to sayâ no, yellâ at the man once he got in.
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.Â
He knew full well Gabe was, and would be pissed for at least the next few minutes, but Cayne was confident that wouldnât last long. Not with the weight of the bag at his feet.
âYou can yell in a second. Drive out of town, we can switch there if you want.â
"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?!"
âBabe, fuckânot here.â
âThen where the fuck are you?!â 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.
âTake that left and go two more blocks. Less populated. Outside a pub. See you there.â
Standing outside a pub, smoking was reasonable enough cover. And if anyone asked, playing drunk wasnât 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.Â
Just a few more minutes and they were golden.Â
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 wasnât 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 Cayneâs instructions, but he made an executive decision to park. Being that appearing to be a bar patronâs sober ride home didnât 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.
âBabe, fuckânot here.â
âThen where the fuck are you?!â 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.
âFuckâ Sentence Starters
Angry
âWhat the fuck do you think youâre doing?â
âFuck this.â
âGet the fuck out of here.â
âWho the fuck are you?â
âFuck that!â
âI fucking hate him/her/them/you.â
âFuck. FUCK. FUUUUCK!â
âShut the fuck up.â
âGet your fucking act together.â
âKeep your shitty nose out of my fucking business.â
âLeave me alone, or Iâll fuck you up.â
âGet your fucking hands off of me!â
âStay the fuck away from me.â
âWho stole my fucking shit?!â
âWho the fuck do you think youâre talking to?â
âYou wanna fucking go, punk?â
âGet the fuck over it.â
âWhere the fuck have you been?â
âWhat the fuck do you want from me?â
Sad
âFuck life.âÂ
âNo, Iâm not fucking over it.â
âWhy the fuck did he/she/they have to go and die?â
âWhat the fuck am I supposed to do now?â
âWhy did things have to go so fucking wrong?â
âIâm gonna eat fifty fucking cartons of ice cream and then pass out and die like a warrior.â
âTry to fucking stop me from leaving my room. Itâs not gonna happen.â
âThe love of my life just decided that I was worth fucking nothing.â
âI fucking miss him/her/them.â
âWho the fuck cares?â
âAll of this fucking shit was for nothing.â
âI fucked up my own life.â
âI canât believe I did this fucking shit all over again.â
Insults
âFuck you!â
âI fucked your mom last night.âÂ
âYouâre a fucking asshole.â
âYou just think youâre fucking hilarious, donât you?âÂ
âWho the fuck died and made you king/queen/ruler?âÂ
âGo to fucking hell, you piece of shit!â
âGo fuck yourself.â
âMotherfucker!â
âWow, thatâs fucking small.â
âGet the fuck over yourself.â
Sexy
âFuck me.â
âI donât âmake loveâ, I fuck.â
âIâd fuck you all night long.â
âYou look like a fucking dog in heat.â
âYou look so fucking hot right now.â
âFuckâfaster~â
âFUCK, Iâm gonna come!â
âIâll fuck you right here, right now.â
âBabe, fuckânot here.â
âYouâre one cocky motherfucker. Letâs go back to my place.â
âI want to bend you over and fuck you until you canât walk.â
âI want you to fuck me until I canât walk.â
âF-fuckâpleaseâ~â
âIâd let you fuck me any day.â
âYou better use a fucking condom.â
âTell me what you want me to fucking do to you.â
âDo you want me to fuck you while everyoneâs watching?â
âFuck, itâs big.â
âLetâs make a fucking baby.â
Situations
âGive me a break. Iâm in the fucking hospital.â
âHow are YOU mad at ME when Iâm the one whoâs in FUCKING JAIL?â
âHelp me set this fucking thing on fire.â
âIâm gonna need a fucking lawyer.â
âThis is all YOUR fault, you dumb fuck.â
âItâs not MY fault weâre in fucking handcuffs.â
âFuck, Iâm so wasted.â
âWhat the fuck did we do last night?â
âWhere the fuck am I?â
âFuck. SHIT. There goes my car.â
âWaitâfuck. Isnât that my house?â
âFuck it. Might as well have fun, if weâre going to get caught.â
âWhy the fuck do you have gasoline?â
âWhere the fuck did that baby come from?!â
âItâs not a party until someone almost fucking dies.â
âFUCK, you scared the shit out of me!â
richard siken sentence starters.
thatâs a nice touch.
i watched tv.
i wanted to fall down right there.
iâll be right here, iâm waiting.
i donât really blame you for being dead.
but you canât have your sweater back.
you can sleep now, you said. you can sleep now. you said that.
thanks for saying that. you werenât supposed to.
so itâs summer, so itâs 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 canât go through with it.
i just donât want to die anymore.
yes, i do believe his mouth is heaven.
i try, i do. i try, and try.
thereâs a bottle of whisky in the trunk of the chevy.Â
if you love me, (name), you donât love me in a way i understand.
i knew you wouldnât 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 donât owe me squat, lets just get going.
you must want something. just tell me, and itâs yours.
iâd just as soon kill myself.
you never mean it, anyway, not really.
roll over and let me fuck you âtill you puke.
i end up feeling empty, like youâve taken something out of me.
do you want it? do you want anything i have?
iâm 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.
itâs not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere.
tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
tell me weâll 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 donât 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 didnât deserve it.
shut up. iâm getting to it.
you still get to be the hero.
who am i? iâm just a writer. i write things down.
you want a better story. who wouldnât?
there is the road, and there is the story of where the road goes, and then more road.
i can tell already you think iâm the dragon, that would be so like me, but iâm not. iâm not the dragon.
how he loves you, darling boy.
he was not dead yet, not exactly.
everyone needs a place. it shouldnât 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 wonât tell them.
do you love yourself?Â
i donât 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? iâd like my moneyâs worth.
we canât punch ourselves awake.
sorry about the blood in your mouth, i wish it was mine.
i couldnât 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.
"Let's play hooky and sleep in tomorrow"
âHey, Iâm down. Hospital might not, but I think theyâll survive, huh? Been too long since to had a day off.â Cayne yawned, tracking Lizzie as she re-entered the room, arms laden with a different set of Legos, and leaned into Gabeâs shoulder a little more heavily.
âOf course, it all depends on how long our lil munchkin here wants to let us sleep too.â
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âGood. Me too,â he said with a drawn out yawn, taking his husbandâs hand and allowing himself to be assisted up from his spot on the couch.
They made their way to Lizzieâs 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.
âAlmost done in there, sweetheart?â
âYup!â Lizzie chirped around a mouthful of toothbrush and paste, twisting to look at the both of them.Â
Cayne flopped into a seat on the corner of her bed to wait, patting the mattress to get the dogâs attention, always happy for scritches and attention. âJust remember not to swallow, okay?â
âOkay, Daddy!â 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.
In true dramatic fashion, Cayne let out a low noise as Lizzie collided with him, carrying her back with him as he âfellâ.
âUgh, ya got me.â Cayne laughed, grinning at the girl giggling madly, sprawled across his chest. âHowâd you get so strong, huh?â
âSheâs been lifting yer weights while yer not watchinâ,â Gabe chuckled, coming up to sit by them both. He smoothed back Cayneâs hair comfortingly. âSheâs gonna be wipinâ the floor with you in no time.â
Lizzie just continued giggling, buried her face into Cayneâs chest and eventually rolling off and onto her bed.
"Let's play hooky and sleep in tomorrow"
âHey, Iâm down. Hospital might not, but I think theyâll survive, huh? Been too long since to had a day off.â Cayne yawned, tracking Lizzie as she re-entered the room, arms laden with a different set of Legos, and leaned into Gabeâs shoulder a little more heavily.
âOf course, it all depends on how long our lil munchkin here wants to let us sleep too.â
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âGood. Me too,â he said with a drawn out yawn, taking his husbandâs hand and allowing himself to be assisted up from his spot on the couch.
They made their way to Lizzieâs 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.
âAlmost done in there, sweetheart?â
âYup!â Lizzie chirped around a mouthful of toothbrush and paste, twisting to look at the both of them.Â
Cayne flopped into a seat on the corner of her bed to wait, patting the mattress to get the dogâs attention, always happy for scritches and attention. âJust remember not to swallow, okay?â
âOkay, Daddy!â 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.
"Let's play hooky and sleep in tomorrow"
âHey, Iâm down. Hospital might not, but I think theyâll survive, huh? Been too long since to had a day off.â Cayne yawned, tracking Lizzie as she re-entered the room, arms laden with a different set of Legos, and leaned into Gabeâs shoulder a little more heavily.
âOf course, it all depends on how long our lil munchkin here wants to let us sleep too.â
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The little girl immediately threw her arms around both of their necks, squealing âthank you Daddy!! Thank you Papa!!â while she planted sloppy little girl kisses on their faces.Â
âYer welcome, mâlove.â Gabe brushed back her curly, blonde hair behind her ears and kissed her forehead in return. âHow âbout we all get tâbed so we rest up for tomorrow, huh?â
âSounds like a plan. Come on, Devilpup. Rendezvous in bed in five mikes?â Â Cayne held Lizzie back just a bit, still grinning at her wildly enthusiastic kisses.Â
âYeah!â She squirmed out of his hold, darting off toward her bedroom, Fi close on her heels in all the excitement.Â
With a chuckle, Cayne rested back against the couch and into Gabeâs shoulder, just watching the two of them go. âMan. I donât remember having that much energy as a kid ever, much less all the time. Dâyou?â
âYâsure? You were a little hellion, too,â Gabe snorted, leaning over and pecking Cayneâs jaw lovingly, probably just a tad more drunk than he wanted to get for a weeknight. Ah, well. He was taking off tomorrow anyway.
âPa made sure I worked off all the extra energy on the farm.â
âPâsure. I was just mad all the time.â 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.Â
âYeah, and all the Steele kids turned out pretty damn good, as farâs i can tell.âÂ
âWell, I dunno âbout /that/.â
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 Personâs mouth that wasnât kentucky fried bullshit. He really did get his brains back.
âWhat dâyou say we put the little one tâbed and head there ourselves?â
âIâm pretty sure âbout that.â With another quick kiss to Gabeâs 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 â were still rough sometimes â but overall? Things were good.
âFuck yeah. Iâm beat.âÂ
âGood. Me too,â he said with a drawn out yawn, taking his husbandâs hand and allowing himself to be assisted up from his spot on the couch.
They made their way to Lizzieâs 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.
âAlmost done in there, sweetheart?â