Sam isn't like the other Kings.
He talks like the other Kings, walks like the other Kings and shoots like the other Kings. But he isn't like the other Kings.
Sam always talks a little higher than the other Kings, he always has a slight sway in his hips when he walks.
Jack doesn't mind, Sam still shoots good enough.
He wears the King's uniform like Jack, albeit slightly big on him. He keeps his hair short like Jack, but it's softer than Jack's.
Jack doesn't mind the days when Sam can't drag himself out of bed because of the pain, instead he makes sure to bring him Med-X and clean bandages.
Jack doesn't mind having to draw the escorts away from an uncomfortable Sam in the Atomic Wrangler. He doesn't mind having to look away when Sam changes clothes either.
Jack doesn't care if Sam thinks that breaking someone's nose for calling him a girl is unnecessary, he knows the way Sam gets upset when they do.
Jack didn't even mind when Sam kissed him on the cheek one night when they walked home from the Wrangler, his breath heavy with whiskey.
Jack did mind when he saw the bandages across Sam's chest. He took him to the Followers of the Apocalypse when he found out, they gave him something more safe for him to wear.
Sam almost cried that time.
Jack didn't mind when Sam's hugs lingered for longer than they should have. He didn't mind the letters under his pillow, nor did he mind the occasional glance and smile when they crossed paths on the street.
He did mind when Pacer nearly got Sam killed in his spat with the NCR, he was thankful that the Courier had stopped it before more shots were fired. Jack almost put two into Pacer when he walked through the doors of the school.
Jack didn't mind when Sam kissed him after a nasty gun fight in the street. He just returned the favor.
He didn't mind when the Courier returned to New Vegas and asked for their help at Hoover Dam. He didn't mind that Sam was coming either, as long as they stayed close.
Jack liked the way Sam tucked himself behind a barricade as Legion and NCR bullets flew over head. He liked the way Sam dragged the injured to Arcade to be patched up. Hell, Jack even liked the way Sam slew curses in the midst of fighting.
He didn't like when a Legionnaire knocked Sam to the ground, he especially didn't like when the Legionnaire raised his leg to kick Sam hard in the ribs. Jack wasn't sure why his gun was empty after that, but he had Sam back at his side with a brief thanks before returning to the fight.
Jack loved it when the fight was over and Sam came to him slowly but surely, tired but a look of relief on his face. He loved it when Sam held him tightly and whispered three words that Jack had only read in the letters under his pillow.
He loved the time they spent together after Hoover Dam, the nights spent with clothes discarded, the mornings spent with soft kisses. Jack loved the feeling of having Sam's hand in his as they walked Freeside, the Kings name plastered across their backs.
Sam wasn't like the other Kings, but Jack didn't mind, he loved him anyways.
A small Fic I wrote as a spur of the moment, I hope you readers enjoyed it. If you have any comments or tips for future fics, feel free to drop a review below.
