[ Abel doesn't really take his time navigating his way to the hangar, and even then, it feels like it takes him too long to get there. He spends a second or two talking to a few of the other workers before excusing himself, finding it strangely comforting to grab onto the ladder and climb his way to the top of the ship. He's probably spent more time than he should with the Reliant, and being here with Cain is... He doesn't know how to describe it beyond the fact it makes him happy, and when he's nearly at the top, he's already starting to speak. ]
You know you're not supposed to smoke in here. [ He doesn't even need to see it; he can smell it. Abel doesn't know how much he'd fought him on not smoking in their room, and even then, it still wasn't enough to get him to stop. ] Someone might report it. What if you get in trouble? [ He'd rather not think about what that would mean, though the question is more curious than annoyed. Really, he's happy to see him, and it shows as he makes his way over to sit next to him. ]
[Cain snorts dismissively, smoke pluming from his nostrils as he bends his knee, resting his forearm on it and tapping ash onto the top of the Reliant. It might seem careless, but it's a lot like coming in the cockpit--a way of marking his territory.]
We've done worse inside the ship. [He stubs the cigarette out, though it's hard to say whether he's listening to Abel or was finished with it anyway. Sliding his hand into the pocket of his civvies, he pulls out a flask and unscrews it, handing it to Abel. Whatever's in there is dark and smells strong.]
[ Abel opens his mouth to reply, but a sharp blush catches him off-guard when his thoughts immediately narrow to the exact thing he's talking about, causing him to trip a little over his words. ]
And we're lucky we didn't get caught. [ It's a quiet hiss, like someone's going to hear them talking about things they really shouldn't be talking about. Abel relaxes regardless of that though, settled beside him and gingerly taking the flask from Cain in an attempt to look inside. He can smell it, and it's putting him off. He's hesitant to drink, but it has more to do with having no idea what it is over the fact he's technically still working. ] ... what is this?
[Cain snickers, leaning back on his free hand and sliding it just behind Abel on the roof.]
Who was the one who suggested it? [Not him. He doesn't bother lowering his voice, though he's not speaking especially loudly; the likelihood that the engineers would overhear them over their work is low, and he also doesn't really care.] Sometimes I think you wouldn't mind getting caught.
It's whiskey. [A treat from Bering, but he doesn't say as much. Doesn't want to think about what it means that he's sharing it with Abel. Cain nudges Abel's rib with his elbow as he squints dubiously into the flask.] It's smooth, you'll like it. Warms you up.
[ He snaps his head towards him at the insinuation, feeling the blush growing dark in a way he can't stop, and it only gets worse when Abel glances down to look at the Reliant. Sometimes, he'd thought about what it might be like for others to see them, for people to know just how much he likes being with Cain, likes being touched and kissed and fucked by him, but... he's also too jealous to ever really give any of it up that easily. So, he just grips the flask a little tighter. ]
I don't want to get caught. There's just... I like being with you. [ Abel doesn't exactly focus on those words too much, hoping to drown out the sentiment a bit by taking a quick drink, and at first, it is smooth. But there's a sharp burn in the back of his throat once he swallows, the heat of it settling hard in his stomach, and he makes a face, immediately handing it back to Cain so he can wipe at his mouth. He coughs once, sucking in a deep breath. ] Is it supposed to taste like that?
[ Maybe he doesn't like it as much as he should, but he almost wants to take another sip just to see if it'll be as rough as the first time down. Abel doesn't try to take it from him again though, instead content to lean closer to him and tip his head back. ]
[The idea of getting caught definitely has its appeal--everyone seeing beyond a shadow of a doubt that Abel's his and that he wants to be his. How well they fit together, how well Abel takes it.
But that possessiveness is double-edged. The way Abel looks, the way he moves, the things he says when they fuck...the thought of anyone else getting to see him like that makes anger flash hot in Cain's chest.
Abel's blushing prettily and Cain falters, face going slack at those words, I like being with you. He knows how to deal when Abel talks dirty, when he gives him shit or freaks out over something Cain's done, but this... It shouldn't get to him, but it does. Something squirms behind his ribs and he sucks in a breath to reply but thankfully Abel's already moved on, passing him the flask.]
'Course it is. Don't tell me you never had whiskey back on Earth. [Cain slips his arm properly around Abel, hand resting at his hip as he takes a long swig, Adam's apple bobbing.]
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You know you're not supposed to smoke in here. [ He doesn't even need to see it; he can smell it. Abel doesn't know how much he'd fought him on not smoking in their room, and even then, it still wasn't enough to get him to stop. ] Someone might report it. What if you get in trouble? [ He'd rather not think about what that would mean, though the question is more curious than annoyed. Really, he's happy to see him, and it shows as he makes his way over to sit next to him. ]
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We've done worse inside the ship. [He stubs the cigarette out, though it's hard to say whether he's listening to Abel or was finished with it anyway. Sliding his hand into the pocket of his civvies, he pulls out a flask and unscrews it, handing it to Abel. Whatever's in there is dark and smells strong.]
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And we're lucky we didn't get caught. [ It's a quiet hiss, like someone's going to hear them talking about things they really shouldn't be talking about. Abel relaxes regardless of that though, settled beside him and gingerly taking the flask from Cain in an attempt to look inside. He can smell it, and it's putting him off. He's hesitant to drink, but it has more to do with having no idea what it is over the fact he's technically still working. ] ... what is this?
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Who was the one who suggested it? [Not him. He doesn't bother lowering his voice, though he's not speaking especially loudly; the likelihood that the engineers would overhear them over their work is low, and he also doesn't really care.] Sometimes I think you wouldn't mind getting caught.
It's whiskey. [A treat from Bering, but he doesn't say as much. Doesn't want to think about what it means that he's sharing it with Abel. Cain nudges Abel's rib with his elbow as he squints dubiously into the flask.] It's smooth, you'll like it. Warms you up.
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I don't want to get caught. There's just... I like being with you. [ Abel doesn't exactly focus on those words too much, hoping to drown out the sentiment a bit by taking a quick drink, and at first, it is smooth. But there's a sharp burn in the back of his throat once he swallows, the heat of it settling hard in his stomach, and he makes a face, immediately handing it back to Cain so he can wipe at his mouth. He coughs once, sucking in a deep breath. ] Is it supposed to taste like that?
[ Maybe he doesn't like it as much as he should, but he almost wants to take another sip just to see if it'll be as rough as the first time down. Abel doesn't try to take it from him again though, instead content to lean closer to him and tip his head back. ]
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But that possessiveness is double-edged. The way Abel looks, the way he moves, the things he says when they fuck...the thought of anyone else getting to see him like that makes anger flash hot in Cain's chest.
Abel's blushing prettily and Cain falters, face going slack at those words, I like being with you. He knows how to deal when Abel talks dirty, when he gives him shit or freaks out over something Cain's done, but this... It shouldn't get to him, but it does. Something squirms behind his ribs and he sucks in a breath to reply but thankfully Abel's already moved on, passing him the flask.]
'Course it is. Don't tell me you never had whiskey back on Earth. [Cain slips his arm properly around Abel, hand resting at his hip as he takes a long swig, Adam's apple bobbing.]