covers of a book.

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Somewhere in that long journey back to the Mojave, in that broken and dusty old road, Alex had mentioned a book. There was nothing particularly descriptive in his utterance, nothing that would have a guy running to the local rundown library for it, but it was enough to stick in Neil's thoughts.

Thus, when he "serendipitously" caught sight of the book in a merchant's stock somewhere in Nebraska, he snatched it up. He tucked it carefully away in his pack.

And now, a day later with the sun sitting highest in the sky, while Alex and ED-E are up ahead scouting the area, Neil slips the book into Alex's pack, in a place the other man would find easily. He straightens from his task, a small grin playing on his lips, before he notes that Dogmeat is staring at him in curiosity.

"Not a word," Neil tells his mutt.

Dogmeat wags his tail, as if excited about the prospect of a secret.

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[goodfight]

Alex leans further and further until the sides of their heads meet, and it's just so funny how Neil's smile grows and grows. They're two fucktards sitting together in that mess called love. How embarrassing, and yet...

"Who can say?" Neil gives, knowing full well of the irritation the words may spawn. "Depends on you." Depends on what he learns about Alex.

"Besides, don't you like a good surprise?" Definitely not. Alex stated as much, but the guy could use more sarcasm in his life.

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Alex stares across the campfire, thinking that Neil... is getting adorably infuriating. Enough for Alex to carefully set the book aside, before reaching to retrieve the cereal from Neil's hands. The kid holds on for a moment, then gives it up grudgingly. Alex places it off to the side as well.

That done, Alex turns to Neil, staring at him. Then grabs his shoulders and grins menacingly. Before using his full weight to tackle Neil off the log they were using for a bench and into the dirt.

Alex sits on him and gives a smug look. "Probably about as much as you do, Mr. It Depends On Me."

[goodfight]

...First Alex takes his cereal, then he knocks them off the log and onto the warm earth. The Courier means war, and like hell if the Lone Wanderer's gonna lay down and take it.

One problem, though. Being sat on makes throwing someone off tricky, doubly so when the person sitting has to weigh a ton. Neil attempts sitting up twice, buckling and straining, without much give.

He groans. "Dude, you're such a fatass," the man hisses. "What are you? Five hundred pounds? Six hundred?"

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Alex is just going to enjoy the movement beneath him. He smiles at Nigel when he complains. "Probably around three with some of the modifications."

You know, Neil. The ones you didn't believe when Alex said that he had cybernetic implants. And then you tested it. And still doubted as to why.

He raises his eyebrows innocently. "But really. Keep struggling." And there is the lascivious grin. "All that movement is rubbing in all the right places."

[goodfight]

"Bah." Modifications. Neil would be more inclined to believe Alex if he had used the word dumbbells, not modifications. That would make a far more appealing story than cybernetic implants. Cybernetic implants, his ass.

Speaking of ass, Alex is toeing that line. Rubbing in all the right places? Perhaps the man is hinting.

Neil ceases struggling, pausing just long enough to reach with one hand toward Alex's butt, coping a feel without reticence. He then returns the other's grin with a smile all his own.

[doubletap]

Neil stops moving, and Alex expects a bitchfit. He does not under any circumstances expect a hand on his ass, curling around. Neil grins in a manner fitting of one Alex Seattle Geer, and Alex himself is thoroughly off his rails.

But maybe this is a weird mistake? Um. "Uh. Hi?" he says hesitantly.

[goodfight]

There it is. Uh's and um's are normally not in Alex's vocabulary, but perhaps Neil can change that, no?

The grin stays. The hand squeezes just enough to call attention to its presence. "Nice ass," says Neil. "You work out?"

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...Scream-- Alex scrambles ungracefully to get off, shifting to the side to kneel without any agility whatsoever. If anyone saw him right now, he would probably be shamed at the lack. As things stand....

"Um." Stop talking. Stop talking now.

Okay. Sure. Stop talking. Which immediately makes him turn bright red instead. He feels the heat on his cheeks and stares at his lap instead.

Woooow, Alex Seattle Geer. This is just pathetic.

[goodfight]

There it is. The sweet, sweet taste of fucking victory being handed to him on a silver fucking platter, now scrambling to the side like he got lit on fire. Alex kneels beside Neil, his face red as a Nuka-Cola bottle cap, and the Lone Wanderer, now free, props his elbows up to watch this beautiful display.

The grin shifts to something softer, something private. Damn if Neil isn't enjoying all of this.

"Hmm?" He blinks slowly. "No come back? No come on? I'm surprised, Alex Seattle Geer. You usually don't shy away from an opportunity."

To make use of his weird voodoo powers.

[doubletap]

Neil shifts to his elbows, and Alex thinks it's attractive... immensely... the way that he's looking at him. When he speaks, however, Alex stills turns his head to glare, all embarrassment and no anger.

It evaporates. Becomes resigned as well. "...You're enjoying yourself," he mutters. "How am I supposed to react? You don't normally--"

He hadn't meant to say all of that. Probably should have stuck with ums. He makes a self-deprecating face, partially amused by his own ridiculousness. "...Not used to affection, Wanderer. Especially the teasing kind."

[goodfight]

The crescendo falters and falls, and there's something sad about that response. That reaction. Sad but hardly surprising. Neil has never behaved in such a manner, after all. After all, he has only recently wanted to move in this direction.

So Neil sits up, both arms slinging over his knees. His dark eyes holding calm.

"I don't normally," he agrees. "Doesn't mean I can't start. What?" He seeks out Alex's face. "You can only enjoy affection on your terms?"

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Neil sits, and Alex feels on-guard suddenly. Feels like Neil has the upper hand in this scenario and it's incredibly new. Especially since this is really coming out of nowhere. They had been bickering off and on for the past weeks.

He means to question this. He means to ask. Instead--

"...You want to?" he asks quietly, with surprise. Nothing is hidden on his face and he feels raw from this tiny, simple conversation.

[goodfight]

The question hurts something, somewhere, but Neil reminds himself. Tells himself he has just as much fault in this, if not more. It's hard to remember that.

He breathes in. Exhales on a sigh. This is just so. Damn. Annoying.

"Just want to try, okay?" he grumbles.

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Alex watches, and eventually the red in his face lightens. "All right," he says quietly. "I'll probably give you fun reactions for a while--" Or. Forever. Because it's Neil. "--But I won't freak out anymore."

He reaches a hand to rest on Neil's thigh, leaving it there for some sort of comfort. "You're the only person that's wanted to, you know."

Return any kind of affection.

[goodfight]

There's allowance, quiet and hesitant. Alex confesses a detail that surprises Neil, who looks down at the hand on his thigh.

"One would think otherwise," the younger continues. "You seem popular in certain crowds."

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"Yep," he says without bitterness. "I'm popular as a top and a pleaser. People want the experience of me doing stuff to them. Not wanting to actually be with me."

He shrugs. "Which was fine. I didn't want to be with anyone before anyway."

[goodfight]

Alex had a rep. The rep had its good and its bad, popularity without a semblance of true intimacy. Neil understood this backward concept.

However-- "And now?" Neil gives neutrally, eyes still fixed on the hand on his thigh.

[doubletap]

To the neutral tone, Alex raises his eyes. Smiles in a familiar manner. "And now?" he echoes.

Neil needs to spell out what he is asking.

[goodfight]

Annoying. Irritating. The emotion flashes on his face before dying a quiet death.

"And do you want to be with anyone now?" Does he still prefer solitude?

[doubletap]

His hand tightens on Neil's thigh. Without malice, he questions, "Do you really need to ask me that?"

[goodfight]

Neil notes the lump in his throat too late. He stares at the hand, trying not to swallow. "Maybe." A pause. "I don't know. I wonder--"

If this is only a farce, like everything else. His mouth shuts, lips flattening into a straight line.

[doubletap]

Alex watches Neil, and knows there is a delicacy here. He reaches for one of Neil's hands and, keeping his eyes on Neil, brings it to his lips.

"Don't wonder," he says seriously. "I love you. I've told you. I only want you. You're the only one for me." Er. No, Alex. Technically you didn't say that last part. Let's just keep going, shall we? "I didn't want to be with anyone. I only ever wanted to be with you."

He kisses the knuckles again, eyes fluttering once. "If you doubt a thousand, million things, don't doubt that. You wanted my love." He will call back to that locked shanty house, that day they rarely touch on for a few reasons. "You have it. God, you have it," he echoes his lines from that time. Adds more. "You have me, Neil. Never doubt it."

[goodfight]

Don't wonder. Easier said than done. Always spoken, rarely acted upon. Ah, but at this very moment, Neil's just looking to the past. Comparing it to the present, thinking about the future through that lens.

Alex speaks. He has put his words into acts many, many times. In the Mojave. In the Capital Wasteland, waiting for the Duchess Gambit. In the memorial and in that locked room. You're the only one for me, huh?

Neil lifts his eyes to his hand, to the man pressing lips to his skin. He watches for only a moment, then he falls back on the ground in defeat, closing his eyes.

"Alright," he gives. "I won't doubt it."

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He feels like he should say more. Like there's more to say. But he watches as Neil falls back and thinks only to lighten. To try.

"You should realize," he says, tone light. "That I'm your undying servant in all matters." He play-bows his head, then moves to kiss Neil's hand again--

Then licks the fingers instead with a grin.

[goodfight]

The other resorts to lechery to lighten the mood, drooling on the younger man's fingers, and Neil's willing to oblige. He wants to let things fall where they may.

"Oh?" he returns, equally light. "Gosh, I've always wanted a ghoul manservant."