Author's note:: Sorry about the delay on this one you guys, works swamping me right now because of Christmas, the next chapter might not be up until January but I'll try my best to get it submitted before then. This is my first time writing anything smutty EVER and I have to admit I was doing a lot of giggling, mind you I was also have asleep but anyway on to the story, hope you guys like this chapter, it's much longer than the last ones. Sorry if there's anything wrong spelling wise, I haven't got a beta reader and I've read over it three times but I'll give it good look over later. Enjoy =]
After the events at Helios One the Courier and his companion made their way into what seemed to be an old abandoned shack after a three hour long trek across the wastes. Unfortunately along way the two had gotten into a fight with a small group of Powder Gangers and Andres' arm was slightly damaged by one of the gang members getting a bit too close for comfort and taking a swing at the courier's shoulder with a rusty knife when he wasn't looking, thankfully the cut wasn't too deep but it still stung like hell. Luckily he had a doctor by his side at all times.
Arcade pushed the old and slightly rotted makeshift wooden door, it was reluctant to open but with a good shove it eventually budged, his hand hovered over his plasma pistol looking around for anyone or anything but it seemed clear and most importantly, free of traps.
"Well, is it good?"
Andres questioned the other male while he still stood outside, waiting for the all clear.
"Yes, I'm sure it will do, we just need to find a source of light."
"Will my Pip-Boy do?"
Andres suggested as he stepped into the shack.
"No need, there seems to be a lantern here in the corner, we just need something to light it with."
Arcade said as he patted around looking for something that would ignite some kind of spark.
"Well, I'm sure there matches around somewhere."
The courier said as he joined in on the search, switching on his Pip-Boy to make things a bit easier.
"Oh, here we go, there's one on the floor. Let's hope it's not too damp."
"Well, well, you're on a roll today, aren't you Arcade?"
"I try my best."
Arcade responded with a smile as he scratched the match against the surface of the table where the lantern was placed.
"Come on, you stubborn piece of ignitable wood."
After a few more scratches the match finally sparked, he then lit the lantern quickly before the match died out again; he placed the used match next to the lantern, as if it could be used again.
"Well, hopefully that will keep burning for at least an hour or two so I can take a look at that wound of yours."
Arcade said as he reached out towards Andres, a concentrated look upon his face, getting ready to get stuck in but Andres flinched away slightly and he really wasn't sure why, he held on to his injured arm like a kicked puppy, a pout set upon his lips, his sad eyes met with Arcade's for a moment and those brown eyes held a look of confusion.
"What's the matter? Don't you want me to fix you up?"
The blond asked before laughing slightly.
"I thought you wanted a good looking doctor to look after you in the big, bad wasteland."
"Sorry, I don't know why I did that, I must be kinda skittish still, or something, I dunno..."
But Andres did know, he was nervous, very nervous. It would be his second time getting close to Arcade in a day but there was something more intimate about this and their surroundings were a bit more "private".
"Oh don't be such a baby; it'll only hurt a little bit. I'm sure it won't compare to being shot in the head and being buried alive. I doubt you want to lose your arm to infection now do you?"
Arcade questioned, arms folded as he stared at his companion.
"No..."
Andres mumbled in response, that sulking expression still plastered across his face.
"Exactly what I thought, seriously though, I'm sure it will be fine. Now could you strip please? As much as I wouldn't mind seeing them off, you can leave your trousers on."
Andres almost choked on his own breath, as he felt the burning sensation across his cheeks and a tingling sensation at the back of his neck. Did Arcade really say that he wouldn't mind seeing him without any trousers on? He then realised that he probably went off in a daze for a little longer than he really should have and he quickly start taking of his black, leather vest jacket and then his pretty much filthy white t-shirt but he forgot himself and moved too fast causing his wound to tell him off by giving him a sharp, stinging pain.
"Ouch! Fuck."
Andres hissed as he gripped on to his injured arm again. The cold air hit his bare skin and that mixed with the pain caused him to shiver. Arcade stopped studying the younger male in more ways than one, both medically and out of pure personal interest before quickly stepping towards him, gently placing his hand on Andres' non injured shoulder.
"Woah! Easy there fireball, you don't want to open that wound anymore than it needs to be. Please, sit down."
The Courier did as he was told and rather quickly sat down on an old, rusted chair that stood in a corner, the cold metal touched Andres' bare back as he took in a sharp breath. Arcade looked through their supplies taking out just barely enough to stop the wound from becoming badly infected. He then slowly approached the younger male that sat slightly shaking on the chair; he looked so vulnerable as he wrapped his arms around his chest, as if he was hugging himself. Andres took his attention away from the wall across from him, that he seemed to be focusing on pretty damn hard to take a glance at the Followers doctor and he couldn't help but notice the blond staring at him with somewhat of a great intensity.
"Uh...Have you forgotten how to do this or something?"
Andres asked with a rather confused look across his face. Arcade was caught in the act and the realisation caused him to blush a little.
"You're kidding right? Of course I know what I'm doing, I was just checking you over, you know? To be extra certain and stuff, it's all standard procedure."
Arcade responded, trying to be as cool as possible as he played with the bandages in his hands.
"Uhhh, sure... Not to be pushy, 'cause, you know I really appreciate you doing this but can we like do this now? I'm getting really cold here."
"Sadly, this is something that can't be rushed so you'll just have to bare it for a while longer."
Arcade stated, a stern and concentrated look made its way across his face as he bent down to be on level with Andres' shoulder. The Courier rolled his eyes at the thought of being cold for much longer.
"I'm sure you were expecting me to say this at some stage but this is going to sting quite a bit."
Andres didn't even respond as he kept his hand over his wound, he was rather stubborn when he wanted to be. The researcher looked up at his companion but there wasn't any eye contact made since his "patient" was staring at that wall again.
"Andres, you're going to have to move your hand, I can't really work on this wound if you're covering it...Andres?"
The blond frowned as he heard the Courier mumble, it was probably something in Spanish, he still wasn't moving his hand out of the way, so with that Arcade did the honours and without hesitation he pretty much pressed the alcohol drenched cloth on the wound. Andres closed his eyes and he bit down on his bottom lip, a hissing sound making its way past his teeth as he stomped his left foot on the ground about three times, his hands clutching to the side of the chair.
"I've never seen such a feminine display in all my life...And that's coming from a gay guy."
"Oh, shut up."
Andres mumbled, his tired voice was hoarse and his blue eyes weren't as full of life as usual, Arcade hadn't really noticed but seeing it then made him feel rather bad about teasing the Courier.
"Sorry."
Arcade said softly as he carefully padded and bandaged the wound.
"No, it's OK. I shouldn't be taking my bad mood out on you."
Now they both felt bad and they both looked pretty guilt ridden but a smile slowly made its way across the younger man's lips and his eyes met with the researchers and it was returned.
"It feels better already, thanks."
The courier said but for some reason he was blushing, hard. It could have been the way Arcade was looking up at him, there was something about those brown eyes that made Andres feel warm and that was something he really needed when the weight of the Mojave was on his shoulders. It was like Arcade's smile was always saying "It'll all be OK, I've got your back."
"It will have to do for now but I'd suggest going to see a doctor with more supplies. Maybe that one that took care of you in Goodsprings?"
Arcade suggested before standing up again, it was only now that Andres remembered how tall the doctor was, as if he wasn't perfect enough already.
"Well, I'm sure if you kissed it better it probably would have lasted me for another while."
Andres said with a cheeky smirk, he always tried his best at being charming but sadly he didn't always win them all.
"Well, honestly? I wouldn't mind planting kisses on certain parts of you but that wound isn't exactly appealing."
The Researcher responded as if it was something he'd say on a daily basis and the Courier was the complete opposite, his face was on fire with a blush and he was thinking about the blond kissing him all over, a look of complete shock was on Andres' face, he didn't know what to say next as he just sat there, staring at Arcade, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
"I, uh, wow."
That was all he could say and Arcade couldn't help but chuckle at his companion as he folded his arms, it looked like this was going to be an interesting night.
"You obviously don't pick up on this sort of attention a lot, do you?"
Arcade questioned and Andres looked at him with a completely oblivious look.
"Wh-what do you mean? What attention? What?"
"You get hit on a lot but you're probably just oblivious half the time. A matter of fact, I've seen a few people eyeing you up and hitting on you on our travels together."
Andres scoffed at such a statement; he really couldn't imagine himself being a heartbreaker.
"Sure and who exactly would be interested in me?"
He questioned Arcade.
"Oh that NCR guy at the outpost, he really seems to like you. You know? Since you two are such good "friends" and all. The way he says, "Sign here, here and here." I think he wants more than just that."
"Well OK but I-"
"Oh! And that Follower at Helios One, he was somewhat quiet about it but you could tell. I'm pretty sure there was a couple of guys on the Strip too, maybe a King or two in Freeside to even it all out?"
"Did you take a shot of psycho on the sly?"
Andres frowned, all these guys, he really didn't have any interest in them, there was only one guy for him and he was standing right in front of him, making fun of him. He wanted to just stand up and hold him again and let one heated moment lead to another and it wasn't just lust, he actually cared for this man, little did Arcade know but most of the courier's decisions were based on his companions hopes and wishes for an independent New Vegas, Andres didn't have any plans, he would have just went with the flow, with the way he was going he probably would have accidently lead the Legion to power.
"No, I'm being serious. Not only are you the talk of pretty much everywhere but everyone wants to get in your pants."
Arcade couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at his rather bothered looking companion. He was getting a kick out of this.
"Everyone, eh?"
Andres questioned the blond as his blue eyes studied him up and down subconsciously and Arcade couldn't help but notice, this was his chance to act on those harbouring feelings but did he want to take it?
"And you know this how?"
He asked the researcher with a raised eyebrow.
"Hmmmm... Because I can relate to how they feel, I suppose."
Andres looked at Arcade with a completely lost expression, did he really just confess that he wanted to get in his pants, it was all pretty straight forward but Andres' head was so muddled with excitement and sheer possibilities to even think straight but there stood his companion like he just said something that had no impact what so ever, arms folded, his gaze set upon the Andres, he was he so damn cool about pretty much everything, Andres envied him in so many ways.
"So uh... What? I mean, you? Really?"
The blond let out an extremely loud laugh and it caused Andres to blush and want curl up in a ball, preferably some place very, very far away and just die there. He really didn't know what to do or think, he couldn't even look at the guy as he bit down on his bottom lip. And why did this conversation have to be happening in some old shack that smelled like Brahmin crap? This was all wrong. Andres cleared his throat a little as he tried to gather himself.
"Well whatever, I guess."
He pretty much spat out in a pathetic response. Truth be told, Andres didn't have that much experience with men, he made out with some guys but that was about it, he was pretty much afraid of anything else but when he looked at Arcade he actually wanted to make love to the guy, he'd really bonded with him, he wanted to share everything with him but at the same time Arcade seemed too distant, he was hiding things and Andres slightly feared the possible reason as to why in case it changed everything. He liked how things were; he just wanted to close the huge gap between them.
"I'm sorry, I've gone and made you feel awkward, which can't be good since we're stuck together inside a tiny shack all night, alone together."
"It's fine Arcade."
Andres mumbled and the researcher strained to hear it, he shrugged his shoulders, it was probably just something in Spanish again.
"It's OK?"
"Yeah, that's what I said."
Everything Andres was saying in response was an awkward mumble as he looked away, his posture stiff.
"I'm no fool, Andres; I can tell I've made you uncomfortable. Is there something you'd like to talk to me about? You're always asking me that question; maybe I should give you the opportunity this time."
Arcade brought himself to his companion's level again, gently laying his hand on Andres' right leg, gripping it slightly for support but the feeling of having such close contact made Andres' blood rush and he got a high feeling from such a sensation.
"I've never really done anything with a man before..."
The courier confessed and as soon as he did he wished he didn't. The confession only gained a confused look from Arcade; he was wondering why Andres brought it up.
"So? Even talking about it makes you feel awkward? I never thought someone as charismatic as yourself would have a problem with such a thing."
"Yeah, that's it, I'm all talk but when it comes to anything further than simple chit chat and flirting, I'm screwed, I turn into a mess."
And with that Andres looked at Arcade and their eyes met, locking on to each other's and a smirk slowly made its way across the researcher's lips, a mischievous one.
"So, you're shy then?"
The blond said rather softly as the hand he had placed on Andres' leg started to rub it slightly the feeling caused Andres to flinch and his eyes to widen, he really wasn't used to this and Arcade noticed, making that smirk slowly turn into a rather seductive smile.
"Uh huh!"
Andres responded nervously, he could have easily moved away but deep down he didn't really want to, he wanted to be prepared for this and for the love of god he didn't want this to be happening in a goddamn abandoned shack, it was really bugging him mainly because the object of his affection deserved better. He looked away from his companion, he felt like such a loser, a dork. Arcade was probably just doing this for fun; after all there wasn't really that much entertainment for the people that couldn't get into New Vegas.
Everything around Andres was just black; he was too swallowed up in his own embarrassment to care about what was going on, he didn't even notice the hand that moved from his leg to his shoulder, he wanted out but at the same time he didn't, his feelings were so conflicted. Fuck, he really just needed a time out but he wasn't getting one, so all he could do was just sit there in his chair and take what he was getting and to be honest he wasn't really noticing, he gripped harder and harder on his chair like it was some kind of lifeline.
"But there's no need to be shy with me."
And that's when Andres snapped out of his daze and his breath hitched as he felt his companion whisper into his ear, the other man's breath was so warm in comparison to the cold air that was still bothering his bare skin.
"You're not pulling yourself away Andy; I take it that it's OK if I keep going?"
Arcade teased as he licked and kissed at Andres ear lobe and then there was the clincher, he nibbled on it slightly as he slowly breathed out through his nose the warm air causing the courier to whimper slightly, he was getting hard already, this guy knew what he was doing. Arcade's lips moved from Andres' ear and down along his neck before he stood upright, slowly running his hands down Andres' chest.
"I hate to take you away from it, since the two of you have become quite attached but it'd be a lot easier if you got out of that chair."
Andres slowly and rather hesitantly stood up from the chair before turning to the other male, looking up at him with bewildered eyes but Arcade's expression was completely different, he looked calm, that teasing smile was still there, playing upon those magic lips of his. Arcade gently pushed at the courier's shoulder and Andres' walked backwards in response before he hit a wall and next thing he knew Arcade's lips were slowly getting closer to his and then they met and good fuck was it perfect.
As soon as Arcade's tongue brushed against Andres' everything started to get heated, a volcano of lust and feelings just erupted and there was no way to control it, that awkward feeling Andres had was no more, he wanted to be all over his companion, being close wasn't close enough. His fingers ran through Arcade's hair and it was as soft as the Andres imagined it to be, everything about this man was perfect and it made Andres just lose himself.
"Ah, fuck."
Andres whimpered as he felt Arcade play with one of his nipples, he needed to breath heavy and Arcade knew it, he brought his lips to Andres neck, planting butterfly kisses as he listened to the courier moan, it turned Arcade on and the rush made him groan against Andres' neck.
"Ar-Arcade?"
Completely blanked out by lust, Arcade ignored the younger man as he continued to kiss at his neck.
"Arcade,please."
Andres whispered against the other man's cheek as he kissed it gently.
"What it is it?"
Arcade quickly responded, his eyes half lidded with lust as he looked down on the courier, it was obvious he wanted to keep going.
"Lemme suck it?"
Andres pleaded, biting down on his bottom lip, his blue eyes gazing up at Arcade.
"No need to ask."
Arcade responded along with a smirk and all Andres did was smile, his bottom lip still hiding under his teeth. He got down on his knees as he started to undo the older man's trousers, pulling them down. Andres felt a tingling rush of heat run throughout his body as he wrapped his hand around Arcade's dick. He stroked it slowly as he tongue lightly licked the head before taking it into his mouth, slowly moving his head up and down. The warm feeling on Andres' soft mouth on his cock drove Arcade nuts; he gently gripped on to his companion's hair while placing his other hand on the wall for support, he then started to gently ride Andres' mouth and it caused the other man to moan in approval.
Andres eventually took out his own dick and started to stroke it and the moaning he was doing on Arcade's was causing the blond to grunt loudly. Arcade then took his hand away from the courier's hair and placed his finger under Andres' chin as a signal to stop. Andres looked up at Arcade, rather confused.
"Look at you, always doing all the work. Stand up."
And without question Andres stood, still looking up at his partner. Arcade then took his own dick in his hand before moving closer to Andres, there was barely any air between them as he gripped the other man's cock against his own and started to jack them both off.
"Fuck Arcade, fuck!"
Andres cried out as he wrapped his arms around Arcade's neck, pulling him into a hard kiss. Arcade's strokes got faster and faster and the kiss got more heated with each stroke, their breathing was heavy and hot and the cold shack that they were in was like a warm paradise, there was nothing wrong now, everything was just right, everything.
"I'm cumming..."
Arcade whispered against Andres' lips and the idea excited the courier, causing that final rush of pleasure to build up through his body. Arcade moaned as he released his cum on Andres's cock and his own hand and the feeling of it all caused Andres' to follow soon after, moaning much more loudly than his companion.
"Fuck, you're amazing."
Andres stated, his voice groggy after all the excitement, he looked up at Arcade before giving him one more soft kiss.
"You're telling me."
Arcade responded with a pleased grin, cleaning his hand with his lab coat, much worse things had been on it before. Andres laughed, studying Arcade as he fixed himself, taking in every detail, a dreamy expression across his face.
"Let's get some sleep; sadly, we can't reside in this shack forever."
"But we could make it ours, right?"
Andres suggested and Arcade laughed in response.
"It's not in a very convenient location but what the hell. All we have to do is hope some Fiend or Raider doesn't claim it."
"Nah, it'll be ours now."
The courier insisted and his companion nodded, he wasn't going to win this one.
"Yeah, it's ours."
Arcade gave a warm smile to his new lover as he removed his lab jacket. He then laid down on the worn bed, putting the jacket over him for warmth and patting on the mattress, suggesting for Andres to join him and Andres didn't hesitate, he cuddled up to his partner and Arcade pulled his lab coat over them both before wrapping his arm around the courier and planting one last kiss on his neck. Andres smiled with contentment before closing his eyes; life was getting better, much better.