Yeah, Kirk knew all about Caboose's step dad. He'd met the man, and he
wasn't a fan. He'd resisted punching him square in the teeth - but only
just. He loved the rest of Caboose's family though, the way he was with his
sisters. He envied him for that relationship, his own family a mess. Mother
absent, uncle drunk and verbally abusive, his brother abandoning him to his
uncle's tender mercies at twelve when he needed him the most. He didn't
speak to any of them. Didn't want to. His family was his crew now, was
Caboose. It was all he needed.
Laughter burst out of him, easily swept up in his lover's enthusiasm. It
was impossible not to be, and he never fought it. He took off after him,
catching up when the crowds slowed them, his arms tangling around Caboose.
The waiting was made bearable with his endless cheer, with little kisses
and nuzzles, fits of laughter. It was warm and he didn't care, wanting the
other against him, playing with his fingers, etching the joyous contours of
his face into his mind.
Fuck but he loved him.
"Almost there," he whispered in his ear, nipping as they started moving and
were directed to their seats.
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Yeah, Kirk knew all about Caboose's step dad. He'd met the man, and he wasn't a fan. He'd resisted punching him square in the teeth - but only just. He loved the rest of Caboose's family though, the way he was with his sisters. He envied him for that relationship, his own family a mess. Mother absent, uncle drunk and verbally abusive, his brother abandoning him to his uncle's tender mercies at twelve when he needed him the most. He didn't speak to any of them. Didn't want to. His family was his crew now, was Caboose. It was all he needed.
Laughter burst out of him, easily swept up in his lover's enthusiasm. It was impossible not to be, and he never fought it. He took off after him, catching up when the crowds slowed them, his arms tangling around Caboose. The waiting was made bearable with his endless cheer, with little kisses and nuzzles, fits of laughter. It was warm and he didn't care, wanting the other against him, playing with his fingers, etching the joyous contours of his face into his mind.
Fuck but he loved him.
"Almost there," he whispered in his ear, nipping as they started moving and were directed to their seats.