Authors Note:
Things heat up.
Thinking once I finish this I'll do another from Hancock''s POV. I feel I've made it spaced out and vague enough that an alternate perspective could enrich the story further with minimale overlap.
Yay/Nay?
I raced down the hill after the Raiders, my feet flying over packed rock and dust. I paused long enough to bring my rifle to my shoulder and fire.
One of the Raiders stumbled with a shout, scrambling along the ground, dust raising around her, before grabbing her footing and continuing.
Hancock passed me, flying with the unnatural speed of a ghoul. A wicked grin plastered his face, his eyes flashing from the shadows cast by the brim of his hat. His dagger danced in one hand, the other clenched his shotgun.
In an attempt to gain ground one of the Raiders turned and fired. The shot sprayed the ground around me, peppering a dead tree behind us a way; it cracked and toppled down the hill. I watched as it gained speed, headed straight for me. Sheer luck caught the tree on an outcropping of boulders.
I looked to Hancock further down the hill. He was teeming with rage.
"Oh, I'm feral now!" He raged, throwing himself down the hill at an impossible pace.
He grabbed the nearest raider, throwing him into the one I had shot. She screeched in agony as they toppled to the ground. Hancock swirled on a booted heel, his knife flashed before planting itself into the neck of the third Raider. He leveled his shot gun, fired. They lay still. Two birds with one stone.
I slowed up as I approached him, taking in the carnage.
"Impressed?" He winked, smearing blood that had splattered on him across his cheek.
I nodded, brows raised, "That was..." His burning gaze caught me. I ducked my head blushing.
"I... I don't want to mess anything up between us." He hesitated.
I felt the shame and embarrassment kick in. I ground my foot into the dirt, looking down.
"You're... my best friend." He struggled, "The best thing that's ever happened to me." His hands cupped my face, forcing me to look at him. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you. You... you make me wanna stop running. From myself. From life."
I watched him searching my eyes, my face, for answers to an unspoken question. I took a deep breath and grabbed one of his hands.
"Am I just a friend, Hancock?" He jumped at the words and tried to pull away. I trapped his hand, stepped closer so that our bodies were speared by a breath. "I know I screwed things up." I spoke quickly. "I know I started pulling away. Something in me feels as though I'm cheating on Nate, that I'm somehow betraying Shaun by f-" my eyes opened wide and I met Hancock's gaze. "I love you."
The words came out as a light whisper, nearly carried away in the post apocalyptic breeze. Hancock's face softened, his fingers trailed down my cheek, wiping away the tears I didn't know were falling. I hicupped, fishing in my pocket for the ring I kept there.
"We've been traveling together for almost a year now," I smiled watery. "I know you better than I knew Nate, rest his soul. I know you better than I know myself in some ways. I know that you like to sing, even if you can't carry a tune in a bucket. I know you spend time every evening cleaning every inch and crease and divot in your skin. I know you use string to clean between your teeth. I know you like to kill people close range because you feel such things shouldn't be done impersonally. I know you would kill for me. I know you have done so. I know you want me, and I know you've held off because I asked you to.
"I also know that you're in love with me too." I shifted nervously, chewing my lip, "A-at least I hope you do cuz I may need to eat a bullet after this if I'm wrong."
He chuckled until I pulled his hand down from my face. I kissed his palm and looked at him, holding the ring.
"What do you say about trying this out long term?" I smiled nervously.
"I think all that karma stuff is bullshit cuz there's no way a guy like me should be this lucky." I slid the ring on his hand, tearing up once again. "Perfect fit." He murmured, "I don't know if this is destiny, or karma, or just dumb luck. I do know that I'm sure glad all the dirty thoughts I've had of you were mutual."
I laughed, yanking on his hand to bring him closer. He winked at me, his eyes flickering to my mouth. I smiled as his lips met mine. For an instant, a glorious, onward stretching moment, we weren't in the middle of nowhere in the midst of Raider bodies. It was just myself and Hancock. John. His hands settled on the small of my back, drawing me in tighter as his tongue trailed slowly over my lower lip. Greedily I caught it, suckling on his tongue as his fingers dug into me. His mouth recaptured mine, one of his hands made its way into my hair.
My skin errupted in goose bumps when he tangled his fingers in my snarled hair and tugged a little. I felt him grin against my lips. We both knew the kind of promise that motion meant. Suddenly my skin was on fire as I imagined his moans, his hands, his cock in my mouth, the way he'd arch into me right before he came.
Almost as if sensing my rising need he broke away, keeping his hand in my hair. His eyes were bright, gleaming. His chest was rising rapidly. A tendril of heat unfurled in my gut knowing I did this to him. I made him forget where we were too.
"C'mon love." He pulled away from me, breaking our embrace. "Let's get this freak show on the road."
"Finally!" I stretched as we stepped into town.
"You know they aren't very friendly to ghouls here, right?" Hancock strode past a guard, giving a mocking two finger salute as we walked by.
I nodded, "Let them just try something." I responded my hands clenching at the thought. "I will kill the first person to be an ass-wipe. I have a house here, Hancock-"
"Say what now?"
"-and I promised Piper I'd give her my story. Maybe someone will read it and... I don't know, take heart? Have information?"
I strode up to my door, pat the power armor beside it fondly.
"You mean business." Hancock murmured, following me into the building.
I waited inside, leaning against the wall across the way, watching him. He strode inside slowly, closing the door firmly behind him. A low whistle peeled out from his ruined lips as he spun in a slow circle.
"This is nice. You did good." He shrugged off his jacket and left it by the door, unbuckling the leather strap he removed it and the blue jacket beneath as well.
I couldn't help the self-conscious smile as he took in the small figurines I had pieced together in my first, long, boring days playing politics in the City. He swung past the stairs and down the hallway, pausing to take in my extensive bobble head collection and all the comics and magazines I'd been able to scavange. He paused in front of the matching arm chairs, the latest edition of Piper's paper, the lunchbox on display.
He turned to me, his face hidden in shadows caused by odd lighting. "I'm gunna fuck you in this chair."
His words hit me straight in the gut, splitting my vision. I could feel the familiar flame roaring to life. He had moved on to the pool table. My breath quickened as his fingers dragged over the felt. The purposeful trail, the deliberate way he looked to make sure I was watching him.
He gave a laugh of appreciation at my liquor bar, moving on to recline on the couch across from it. He fingered the tea set lightly, eyeing the chess board on the table, then kicked it half across the room.
My skin tingled as he pat his lap. Slowly, with mounting nervousness I crossed to him. Making a deliberate show of walking around the tea pot and its lid.
I stood before him, legs on either side of his knees. Slowly I bent over, removing his hat as my mouth captured his. He reclined, his hands trailed over my hips, up my sides. I lowered onto his lap. He sighed against me, arching into me, his hands digging into my thighs. He growled low in his throat biting my lip, suckling away the pain.
My mouth trailed over his cheek, down his throat. He grabbed at my hair, rubbing against me.
"God I need you. I've waited so long. I dreamed about your taste, your smell." Hancock growled, grabbing my shirt then ripping it off.
I gasped at the suddenness of it. His grin took on a wicked tone.
"Fuck."
I closed my eyes, embarrassed.
"Open." He demanded. "Open your eyes." I listened. "Now watch me."
My under shirt was threadbare, purely for providing protection from my leather garments. Hancock brought one nipple into his mouth, suckling gently then nipping and licking. I gasped, moaned. My hand locked behind his head as I ground against his still clothed hard length.
He moved to the other nipple, locking eyes with me as he bit. The noise he elicited out of me made him smile.
He pulled back, observing his work. "You're beatiful."
He caught my gaze again. His eyes were heavy with lust, his hands kneading my thighs as we ground against each other. Our mouths locked again as I tried to get as close to him as possible.
"Take your clothes off." I panted. "Hancock please, I need to feel you."
He leaned back, pulling his shirt off over his head, tossing it on the floor. He reached forward, stopping my hands as I began to pull my shirt off. Slowly he took my hands, kissing each finger, licking the inside of my wrists.
"Lift your arms."
I obeyed, shuddering as he pulled my shirt up. His knuckles brushed against my skin, his mouth left hot trails upwards as I became bare to him. As my shirt came to my wrists Hancock tightened it, trapping me. He brought my arms down, his hand keeping a firm grip as he looked at me, drank me in.
"I can't wait anymore." He whispered, lowering me to the couch, releasing my shirt.
Our mouths met again in a mingling of tongues as his hands fumbled to pull off my pants, yanking them down to my knees.
"Oh fffuck." He groan, his fingers trailing to the dark hair, slipping in between the folds, "You're so wet."
I bucked against his hand as he circled my clit, one long, scarred finger penetrated me.
"More." I panted. "Hancock, John. Fuck me." My body was on fire.
"I aim to." His voice was so low, so gravelly. He put another finger into me, rotating his thumb on my clit. "I'm going to put my cock in you. I'm going to fuck you for every night I had to touch myself, finish myself without you. And then I'll make love to you. Worship every inch of your body for how you've made me feel human again."
His fingers moved faster as he spoke, I writhed, moaning. My fingers clutched him, his other hand pinched my nipples, ran over my skin.
"H-hancock." I cried out, "Hancock I-I'm going to come."
"That's the idea." He grinned wickedly, his dark eyes drinking in the sight of me undone.
Simultaneously I thought of Nate. I'd never gotten off before him, I'd never had more than one orgasm. I'd never known how good my body could feel.
Hancock leaned over me, his fingers working harder to compensate for the less effective angle, he sucked my right nipple, pinching the other, leaning further forward.
"Cum." He whispered in my ear.
And I did.