Atomic Wrangler Kink Meme, Part I

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Welcome to the Atomic Wrangler Kink Meme! Prompt, write, and draw same-gender Fallout pairings, and comment on fills that other people leave!

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Amenities (Gage/M!Sole Survivor, explicit, shameless smut, informal D/S, shower sex) 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

True to her word, when they finally do get a crack at the much-lauded showers there are two bars of soap and four clean towels. Albeit, the towels are in various states of wear and raggedness, but such is life.

Boss doesn’t waste much time, dropping the loaded duffel (slightly lighter on irrelevant ammo and busted pocket watches, slightly heavier on fiber optics and circuit boards) on the floor with a thud and stripping out of his gear with speed and efficiency that is almost frightening. Doesn’t so much as glance at Gage, just goes straight for the closest set of taps and cranks the water on full blast.

He swears and dances back almost immediately, of course. “Shit! Fuckin’-- shit, of course it’s cold to start.”

Gage chuckles to himself because the sight is goddamn ridiculous. “Hey, I was led to believe these would be hot showers,” he heckles as he starts wrenching his boots off.

“Go fuck a mirelurk, Gage!” is the only response he gets and apparently the hot water is flowing now because Boss ducks under the spray and makes a truly obscene noise, rolling his shoulders and contorting his neck to get as much skin as possible in contact with the water. It’s hypnotic, and Gage kind of forgets about pulling his own gear off and just stares.

It’s not like this is the first time he’s seen Boss in just his skin, but it’s the first time Boss hasn’t been stripping out of one set or armor just to put on another. It’s the first time Gage has gotten to really let his eye wander and linger, so he enjoys it for a moment. He likes Boss’s back, and the tight points of his hip bones, the sharp delineation of his spine with well muscled shoulders on either side. Gage has always admired a body that looked like it could pull the legs off a mirelurk before breakfast and Boss’s definitely qualifies.

Lookin’ at him like this it’s easy to believe he killed a guy in power armor with nothin’ but a sledge hammer and some grenades, even when Gage himself knows that’s not quite how it went down. Boss looks the part, looks like he could have.

Boss turns to get his shoulders under the now gently steaming jet of water and catches Gage watching him, boot in hand, belt undone, leaning against the wall by a battered supply cupboard.

“See something you like?” Boss asks, subtly shifting his posture so his back is arched just a bit and his hips tilt just so. Gage has never seen a more obviously inviting sight, not even in the prewar skin mags that virtually every raider gang he’s ever run with has at least one of in circulation.

He swallows around the arousal in his throat and responds with a gruff, “what do you think, Boss?” tearing his eye away and taking a deep breath. Boss chuckles and reaches for the soap.

“I think you’re gonna get in here with me, and once we’re both halfway clean I’m gonna do my best to get you as filthy as I can all over again.”

That gets Gage moving again. He finishes stripping out of the scavver getup and considers removing his eyepatch. He decides against it, it probably needs a wash as much as the rest of him and besides, it’s bring enough in here he’d probably get a headache so he goes to join Boss. When he hears movement the other man reaches over and turns on the water for the shower head next to his, and it only takes half as long to go from tepid to warm.

It’s... different, but it only takes Gage half a minute to decide the half day of extra walking and the four fusion cores were worth it.

He works himself over with the soap, starting with his hair and borrowing the smaller of Boss’s two boot knives to scrape down his stubble and then working downwards. He can count on one hand the number of times in the last year he’s had opportunities to get properly clean so Gage is reasonably thorough. Face, neck, arms, the spots where dust and grime collect under his armor where it sits on his shoulders and waist. He does pull his eyepatch off and scrub out all the nooks and crannies while he lets the soap drain out of his hair. Chest, legs, groin, the parts of his back and shoulders he can reach. He’s very aware of the man in the shower next to him, and very aware of the... direction things are likely to go once the soap gets put away. He tries not to think too hard about it and just goes through the motions.

It’s not as relaxing as it probably could be, but it’s still nice.

He turns under the spray to rinse his shoulders and Boss has got his face turned straight up into the nozzle of his shower. His face is slack, eyes closed with water running off his chin and he looks about ten times more relaxed than he usually does. With the dust and grime of weeks washed away, Gage can see all the little nicks and bruises he’s accumulated since his last stimpack, and all the scars and blemishes under those. He looks… not vulnerable, and certainly not weak, but it does make him look real and inviting. It makes Gage want to put his hands all over him. So Gage does something he hasn’t done yet, in the two weeks or so that they’ve been swapping bodily fluids; he makes the first move.

Boss lets out a satisfied hum and leans into his touch when Gage puts his hands on Boss’s back. The raider steps closer, running both hands over shoulders and down sides, and Boss practically fuckin’ melts into him. He leans back and gets his head on Gage’s shoulder, scrapes his teeth along Gage’s neck, and when Gage responds by dragging freshly scrubbed nails along the outside of Boss’s thigh he squirms and twists around in Gage’s arms.

Boss presses him into the tiled corner of the open stall, one hand on Gage’s flank, the other dragging Gage’s own hand around to Boss’s spine and when Boss bites at his shoulder Gage obliges and claws at his back. The growl Boss emits makes Gage’s spine feel like a leaky plasma cartridge, and Boss is kissing him now. Harsh, greedy kisses where he can feel the other man’s teeth on his lips and hands holding his jaw. Their legs are slotted together and everything is heat and wet and Boss is grinding into his hip and Gage is grinding right back without thinking about it, both of them chasing the delicious feeling of contact and friction.

“Gage.” Boss breaks off from his mouth and leans up and around to get his teeth against Gage’s earlobe and damn that feels good. “Gage, I really wanna fuck you right now, if you don’t have any objections.”

“None, Boss,” Gage pants out, breathing just a bit heavily in the foggy haze of the shower. The teeth at his ear turn into a heavy, lingering kiss that trails down to the corner of his jaw.

“M’kay.” Hands on his neck, his chest, settling around his waist and Gage can feel the shift, Boss holding himself in place, refraining. “You ever been fucked before?” Slow, easy kisses at the side of his neck now.

“Couple times.” If he concentrates Gage can guess the purpose of the question.“Not in years, though,” he amends.

“M’kay.” A kiss on his cheek, light and comfortable. “I’m thinking we do this on the floor. Gimme a sec to grab lube.”