Post by Soldier 76 on Aug 23, 2016 7:39:18 GMT
George stood under the water for a solid 30 minutes, to the point the hot water was drying up. He just...needed the time to think, he'd washed himself, and now just had time to think. What'd they done last night. It seemed like a blur, one moment to the next, he sighed while running fingers trough his hair. Hadn't it been nice? Hadn't it felt good? Sure on both accounts, but...what had really happened? He didn't know. The water is getting cold, what if Ansell needs it? He turned it off and stepped out grabbing a towel and running it over his face and hair. Ansell. What was he going to do with him? He slipped his clothes back on and put his hand on the nob.
It'd been strange, after it'd happened, he hadn't felt Ansell shift once. Slept the entire night through, that seemed like a positive. The old soldier stepped out of the bathroom finally to find Ansell sitting in the hallway, waiting for him. Oh jeez, had he woken up the moment George had left the bed? "Did uhm sleep okay?" he ventured.
"Good. Sleep," Ansell replied and stood up, picking at his finger nail. George had to wonder if the wildman was having the same dilemma in his mind. What had they done? He got his answer, when Ansell moved closer and took hold of George's hand, rubbing it against his face. "Happy." He smiled and laughed a little. That was nice. Didn't help George though as he furrowed his brow. He was at a strange point in his life. He put his hand to Ansell's cheek, running his thumb over it
"Hungry?" he asked. Breakfast sounded good. The wildman nodded. Right. George took his had away and moved to the kitchen, fetching out some eggs and bacon and grabbing a pan. Fry up the bacon, use the grease to fry up the eggs, and voila. A bit of toast and the perfect breakfast. He was actually starving now that he'd gotten over some of the shock. He watched Ansell ravenously tear into his plate, occasionally forgetting a fork, as licked egg off his fingers. "So uh, last night?" George had to ask.
"Hm?" was the noise he got in return. "Last night?" He tilted his head, making that mess of dreads fall to the side. George never was one for new age hairstyles, he liked his short, but the fluffy mass of matted hair was hard to hate.
"Yeah we...uh," he started. "We had sex right?" There it was out there, blunt was probably best. Ansell gave him a confused look, raising a brow and nodding with a smile. Don't smile like that, it only further scrambled George's feelings. He was really gorgeous wasn't he? Maybe just to him, all the scars, the hell he must have gone through. Ansell's passport picture was such a different person, George had trouble imagining him as anything other than he was now.
After a moment of giving the naval man that funny look Ansell finally said something. "Yes...is good," he said and put his hand on George's again. Cold metal fingers, but the old soldier didn't mind. "No?" Seemed he'd caught on to George's uncertain expression.
"I don't know..." George finally replied. He didn't want to say it but, he had to. To ignore this feeling was a disservice to Ansell. "I've never...even considered a man like that before." He ran his cybernetic hand through his hair a frown on his face. "I...just I don't know what to feel." Ansells face fell, and it killed the old soldier to see that. The hand was withdrawn and the wildman looked elsewhere. A cold pit grew in the old man's stomach. "Ansell, I don't...I don't mean to say I didn't enjoy it. It's just a lot to take in. I...feel like I'm taking advantage of this situation."
Ansell shook his head. "Not. Take advantage." He pulled at a lock of his hair, one of the many nervous actions he'd acquired since leaving the outback. "I like. Want to. Sorry. I...I push. My fault." This wasn't going the way George hoped. He really liked having Ansell around, it really alleviated the loneliness. It seemed to help the wildman as well. "I just. I like. alot."
George sighed, he was mucking this all up. He needed to just man up. Say a definitive yes or no, make it easy. It didn't feel easy, who was he trying to kid here? All the touch, the closeness, he'd missed that. You weren't intimate with a friend, or a rehabilitating survivalist in the way they were intimate. He'd just sort of let it happen, small slide after another. Hearing Ansell say he liked him lit George up, why was he like this? His parents probably. He sighed and reached over putting his big hand on Ansell's cheek. The wildman raised a brow. He was confused, he was vulnerable, and he'd been so sweet. No one tried to understand Ansell, they just avoided him like plague rats.
"I like you too, a lot," he replied as he thought about what he wanted to do. He leaned in gave the man a kiss, it lasted a bit longer than he'd intended, then a bit longer. He felt his heart sort of flutter, when the finally parted, there was a little smile on Ansell's face. George smiled despite himself. "I'll figure it out, not your fault; I'm just old." He rested his forehead against the younger man's with a sigh. "Just old."
It'd been strange, after it'd happened, he hadn't felt Ansell shift once. Slept the entire night through, that seemed like a positive. The old soldier stepped out of the bathroom finally to find Ansell sitting in the hallway, waiting for him. Oh jeez, had he woken up the moment George had left the bed? "Did uhm sleep okay?" he ventured.
"Good. Sleep," Ansell replied and stood up, picking at his finger nail. George had to wonder if the wildman was having the same dilemma in his mind. What had they done? He got his answer, when Ansell moved closer and took hold of George's hand, rubbing it against his face. "Happy." He smiled and laughed a little. That was nice. Didn't help George though as he furrowed his brow. He was at a strange point in his life. He put his hand to Ansell's cheek, running his thumb over it
"Hungry?" he asked. Breakfast sounded good. The wildman nodded. Right. George took his had away and moved to the kitchen, fetching out some eggs and bacon and grabbing a pan. Fry up the bacon, use the grease to fry up the eggs, and voila. A bit of toast and the perfect breakfast. He was actually starving now that he'd gotten over some of the shock. He watched Ansell ravenously tear into his plate, occasionally forgetting a fork, as licked egg off his fingers. "So uh, last night?" George had to ask.
"Hm?" was the noise he got in return. "Last night?" He tilted his head, making that mess of dreads fall to the side. George never was one for new age hairstyles, he liked his short, but the fluffy mass of matted hair was hard to hate.
"Yeah we...uh," he started. "We had sex right?" There it was out there, blunt was probably best. Ansell gave him a confused look, raising a brow and nodding with a smile. Don't smile like that, it only further scrambled George's feelings. He was really gorgeous wasn't he? Maybe just to him, all the scars, the hell he must have gone through. Ansell's passport picture was such a different person, George had trouble imagining him as anything other than he was now.
After a moment of giving the naval man that funny look Ansell finally said something. "Yes...is good," he said and put his hand on George's again. Cold metal fingers, but the old soldier didn't mind. "No?" Seemed he'd caught on to George's uncertain expression.
"I don't know..." George finally replied. He didn't want to say it but, he had to. To ignore this feeling was a disservice to Ansell. "I've never...even considered a man like that before." He ran his cybernetic hand through his hair a frown on his face. "I...just I don't know what to feel." Ansells face fell, and it killed the old soldier to see that. The hand was withdrawn and the wildman looked elsewhere. A cold pit grew in the old man's stomach. "Ansell, I don't...I don't mean to say I didn't enjoy it. It's just a lot to take in. I...feel like I'm taking advantage of this situation."
Ansell shook his head. "Not. Take advantage." He pulled at a lock of his hair, one of the many nervous actions he'd acquired since leaving the outback. "I like. Want to. Sorry. I...I push. My fault." This wasn't going the way George hoped. He really liked having Ansell around, it really alleviated the loneliness. It seemed to help the wildman as well. "I just. I like. alot."
George sighed, he was mucking this all up. He needed to just man up. Say a definitive yes or no, make it easy. It didn't feel easy, who was he trying to kid here? All the touch, the closeness, he'd missed that. You weren't intimate with a friend, or a rehabilitating survivalist in the way they were intimate. He'd just sort of let it happen, small slide after another. Hearing Ansell say he liked him lit George up, why was he like this? His parents probably. He sighed and reached over putting his big hand on Ansell's cheek. The wildman raised a brow. He was confused, he was vulnerable, and he'd been so sweet. No one tried to understand Ansell, they just avoided him like plague rats.
"I like you too, a lot," he replied as he thought about what he wanted to do. He leaned in gave the man a kiss, it lasted a bit longer than he'd intended, then a bit longer. He felt his heart sort of flutter, when the finally parted, there was a little smile on Ansell's face. George smiled despite himself. "I'll figure it out, not your fault; I'm just old." He rested his forehead against the younger man's with a sigh. "Just old."
