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Atticus sat on a barely holding together chair overlooking the ruins of Quincy, they'd cleared a gunner encampment near the Peabody house, he didn’t like them at the best of times but the open offer of selling the family into slavery had he seeing red. After he, Piper and Hancock managed to clear them out of the area, they stayed back to help fortify the Peabody's home in case more showed up though he highly doubted they would, he should ask Zeke to keep an eye on them just in case, would also do Billy some good having someone other than his parents to talk to.
He ran a hand over the scared side of his face, it'd been a decade…well a couple centuries now he guessed, since his eye went but sometimes he could swear there was an image of his hands, letting out a sigh he scanned back over the ruins making sure nothing was going to disturb them.
Piper had claimed the one room with four remaining walls and a door for the night, saying while she loved their company she desperately needed to be away from 'whatever the hell is going on' with them plus she had a story of a reunited ghoul family and heroic battle to finalise before they returned her to Diamond City on their way through.
That was the million cap question in Atticus' mind as he downed more of the pilfered rum and ran a finger over the rings he kept on a chain, what the hell were he and Hancock, there's been moments, looks and near moves that just…never amounted to anything. Wherever Nora is she's laughing her ass off at the two of them acting like they are. He didn't feel guilt over developing feelings for someone, hell they were never single partner people to begin with, but Nora would want him to move on, it also helped she'd have gotten along swimmingly with the ghoul, in another life they could have all lived happily together, be the household the neighbors passed gossip about…well more gossip then they already did, but they were here and only two.
It was humid in the commonwealth, the night air refusing to cool and causing his hair to stick to his scalp. Atticus had ditched the metal chest piece and arm opting to spend his night in a long ago stolen gunner harness and boots, bag filled with enough chems and booze to last a week in Goodneighbour at his feet. He was tempted to break into the stash but knowing Piper expected at least one of them to stay sober enough to shoot straight he kept it shut, besides by this time tomorrow they'd be back in Goodneighbour with no responsibilities or requirements to remain coherent.
"Dressing down for lil' ol' me?" came the rasp from behind him "turnin' your back on someone s'a dangerous game, though I appreciate getting to see all that ink for once"
He'd gotten most of it done pre-war, arms, back and chest covered in the standard array of traditional motifs save for one bit of text on his wrist 'eat shit', he'd gotten it done after telling some blowhard military brass that on stage at whatever 'honoring our veterans' press event they pulled him in to, after his stint getting blown half to hell for a lie sold to him when he was 18 with no prospects he walked out of the base and into anti-war activism only turning up to those events to cause trouble for men who'd never set foot outside of their comfy office.
He'd been surprised that Goodneighbour had a working machine, cashed out the cleanup job from Charlie and had them fill in some gaps with whatever the hell they wanted to do, random flowers, stars, some new bullets and a Deathclaw hand filled the gaps he'd been meaning to get done before all hell broke loose.
"Oh? And here I thought you'd at least wait for me to betray you at the last second to take me out" Atticus pulled one of the other chairs over for Hancock as he finished climbing up the ladder "Here to keep me company or just ogle me?"
"I can multitask with the best of 'em, well that and get high…higher" he'd taken off the sash, coat and hat leaving him in just his shirt and pants, it was rare he took any part of the outfit off unless they were in one of the shared rooms at Goodneighbour or when he'd smuggle the other into Home Base to cause problems for Diamond City "What's the ride tonight?"
"Rum. One of us has to be the adult" he passed the bottle to the other who took a swig "You?"
"Undecided, thought I'd see what's on the menu before choosing" Hancock reached over to pull the stash bag towards him, arm between Atticus' legs making contact as he went "Gotta make sure it's as good as it looks"
There is was again, he was fighting his body to not follow the mental image of the ghouls hand stopping on something other than the bag. Hancock was the exact type of person he got along with best and he didn’t want to ruin anything. But when the other was looking at him like he was with his arm that close to his junk…..
"Oh? Looking for the cheap shit or something worth your time?" he dipped a little in his seat, spread his legs slightly more. Atticus was pushing it, he knew, but there was enough booze in him to at least see how far the push and pull would go before one called chicken.
" I dunno if it's in my budget" the ghoul let the bag fall back onto the rubble taking out more jet and downing more of the rum "not a cap to my name"
"Lucky for you I hear it's free for the right person" The line was rapidly approaching but maybe this time he could force a hand "Good ride too"
"Yeah? Was hoping for something a bit rougher" Hancock was looking directly at him now, bottle raised to his lips like he was waiting for something to happen.
"Rough as you want it"
Time froze as he realised what he'd said, he heard Nora laugh the loud bordering on purposely obnoxious way she did whenever he said something absolutely out of pocket, usually to someone he was supposed to bend a knee too 'Oh you've really put your dick in it now haven't you babe' her voice rang in his ears 'good thing I know you can cash those cheques your mouth writes'
Oh he was fucked.
"What if I want it loud enough to wake the dead?" Hancock was moving now, slow like he was giving the other an out if he needed it "Echo though the wastes?"
"Fuck if I'd care who hears" Atticus had flashbacks, god he was so much like Nora she'd tied him to the bed on the first date and he had a feeling Hancock was about to do the same.
"Oh you're in real trouble y'know that?" Hancock was in front of him butt of his knife under his chin forcing him to look up "Now that I know it ain't me imagining things"
Atticus made a move to stand, he was about to pull the other into him and finally FINALLY cross that line but the ghoul put more pressure on the knife and he stopped.
"Down boy, you'll have to wait 'till we're back to get your prize" Hancock's voice dropped sending pinpricks down his skin "Don't want anyone but me seeing you"
Atticus could only nod, never breaking eye contact as he sat back in his seat.
"Good boy" the ghoul rasped as he straddled the other "if you stay quiet you'll get a preview"
"Gag me if you want just do something, please" Atticus knew this, he was good at this.
"Damn, I was hoping you were like this" he tilted Atticus' chin back up with the blade this time "can't wait to see how you'll look all messed up"
"Just for you?" Atticus was hard, he knew Hancock could feel it, felt something against himself, if the growl the other let out was anything to go by everyone in the commonwealth would know what they were doing soon enough.
"For now" Hancock snaked a hand down Atticus' chest pulling one of the harness straps and letting it snap back against his skin "I'll bet half the commonwealth would pay to take you for a spin"
"Under your strict supervision no doubt" he bucked his hips and got a hand around his throat as a reward.
"Careful or I'll leave you here for the Super Mutants" the hand squeezed before another snap of metal and fabric against skin hit him "see how you handle something that size"
"Wouldn’t be the biggest I've had"
That wasn't a lie, Nora had a strap on big enough that they weren't sure it'd fit safely the first time.
"Knees. Now" Hancock pulled him down as he stood up.
Atticus went willingly, metal leg armor hitting the rubble with a thud as he dropped and looked up at the ghoul, he flicked his eyes down and was met with a bulge waiting for him.
"Show me what you can do" Hancock rasped as he dropped back into his chair, legs spread wide and spinning the knife.
Atticus all but crawled over, hands pulling the other free but stopping, the ghoul wasn't as hard as he expected. Cock semi erect and twitching in his hands but not getting any harder. Experience told him that a few strokes should have his partner at full mast but nothing was working, he felt a hand running over the shaved sides of his head and looked up to see Hancock staring down at him with something close to nervousness.
"It's as up as it'll get, us ghouls don’t work like that" fingers trailing through his black hair "It's not you"
"Okay" Atticus lent in and rested his cheek on the ghoul's thigh "but you'll tell me if you don't like something right?"
"Of course, now lets go sunshine I've been well behaved since the moment I saw you walk into town and I'm sick of it"
Atticus didn't need to be told twice, he kissed his way from base to tip before dipping his tongue into the slit. The texture was new, hard in places and soft in others, he was absolutely going to need a dose of Rad-a-way after this if the slight pin pricks on his tongue were anything to go by, but that was a problem for future him, right now he had a ghoul to get off.
He pulled out all his best tricks, a nip here and there, teeth along the head, making full use of his non-existent gag reflex before pulling off with a loud pop and diving back in at a faster pace. He felt hands grabbing what little hair he had as the ghoul moved him where he wanted.
"Damn sunshine you do this often?" Hancock slurred as he took another huff of jet.
"Best head in north Boston" Atticus kept up pace with his hand, slick sounds barely being masked by the crackle of the fire nearby "Course, you go down on anyone they'll tell you whatever you want to hear as long as it keeps you going"
"Yeah?"
Atticus didn't bother with a verbal answer instead moving Hancock's hands to either side of his head and giving the other a wink. The ghoul got the message and began to fuck his mouth slowly at first earning a sound of annoyance from around his cock.
"Oh sunshine you're gonna kill me you know that?"
Atticus couldn't get a word out before his head was shoved into Hancock's pelvis, throat filled with the other and only being let up as sparks of light began to fire off in his vision, the ghoul pulled him off giving him just enough time to catch his breath before slamming back into him, pace picked up and Atticus trailing touches over his balls causing more cussing and growls to hit his ears anyone hearing them would think the mayor was going feral.
He was hit again by how utterly fucked he was when it came to Hancock, 'Oh babe you have a type don't you? Remember how you'd have to beg me to let you up for air?' Nora's voice echoed again. She was right, he had a type and if you put the two next to each other anyone would be able to tell.
His thoughts were interrupted by Hancock pulling him off, Atticus caught the ghoul's cock before he could finish himself off and without breaking eye contact angled him just right as cum painted over his cheek, lips and chin slight sting as the radiation hit him.
"That'll leave a mark y'know" Hancock crouched in front of him pulling his sleeve over his hand and wiping the mess off Atticus' face
"Worth it" Atticus dropped back into his chair letting a hiss out as his pants constricted his still very hard cock .
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"I'm still waiting for the rest of my show"
Atticus shot a smirk at the ghoul still very much half undressed, as he all but ripped the button fly open letting his cock spring free and land with a wet thud against his stomach, he traced a finger along his shaft before moving himself to hang between his legs, making sure the ghoul had a full view as he removed his hands. He stared off letting his mind fill with images of his lives, flashes of him sandwiched between Nora and Hancock had him dripping precum onto the ground below. He let out a muffled groan as he came untouched earning a whistle from the ghoul who was watching every movement his cock made.
"Whre'd you learn that little trick?"
"Nora, she was a fan of never letting me just get off, would drag it out until…" he trailed off putting himself back and redoing his pants "good party trick at least"
The two passed the rapidly draining bottle of rum back and forth as they traded stories, pre-war and pre-ghoul watching the sky start to show the first signs of daylight. Atticus held off sleep while they traveled less than a day or two, he'd be ornery by the time they hit Diamond City but it's not like he held any love for the guards he'd snap something at. When they took a potshot at Hancock outside the gates and he knocked a few teeth out of the one that did it, that killed any goodwill they had left.
A sigh from Hancock snapped Atticus' head to him, the ghoul looked…contemplative staring at the drugs in his hand.
"You know you can talk to me right?" Atticus scooted his chair over to Hancock "cap for your thoughts?"
"Heh, I guess once you've had someones dick down your throat you just have to rip the entire bandage off" Hancock let out a mix between a sigh and a huff debating if it was worth trying to brush the other off "Look, if this wasn't anything we don't have to…make it a thing"
"But?"
"But. I fall into bed with most folks at least once, you though…you're different"
"So are you" Atticus rested his hand on the others knee, leaning in closer "What do you want us to be?"
"Something other than a quick blow in the ruins"
"We can be that. You did make a hell of a first impression"
"You weren’t so bad yourself, ignorin' the burglary attempt" the ghoul let out a laugh "Fuck it let's work it out as we go"
"It’s a day to Goodneighbour can you keep your hands to yourself until we get back?"
"You sure about this?"
"Absolutely"
"Well, lets get this freakshow on the road" Hancock said as he stood and dusted himself off "there's a bed with our names on it watin' for us"