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[It was fine, kiss on this beef man as much as you wanted, Majima-- he was immune to whatever gross disease was going around by virtue of the Hyperion corporation's extremely thorough vaccination program. His immune system was like a tank, if it could handle whatever disgusting pathogens were lurking on bandit buzzaxes, it could handle pretty much anything.]

[And, well, if it couldn't, he'd deal with it. They were going to find out either way, because Tim followed up kiss number one with a second one. A double dose of gross Majima germs.]

Sure, I'll hang it up in the closet. Break it out again when you're feeling better.

[Because clearly he was in no shape to do anything with it right now, even if seeing a cowboy in small amounts of clothing made him feel better. No amount of sexy clothes was going to cure a cold.]

I, uh, I really thought that your text was trying to tell me that, y'know, this was what you wanted? It's dumb, I know.

[Thinking with his dick and not his head. But, hey, they could get some good use out of the outfit on another day. Tim gave him one last smooch to the forehead before he got up to go change and put the costume away, then make good on his promise of soup. There was enough chicken and vegetables in the refrigerator to work with, so it was just a matter of chopping everything up and doing the cooking thing.]

[ Was it just him, or was he the luckiest wolfman on Ryslig? Majima smiled into the second kiss, and reached up to toy gently with a lock of Tim's impossibly styled hair. ]

Uh, understandable mistake to make. I do kinda text ya a lot about that kinda thing.

[ Majima was, in fact, decades away from knowing what a booty call was, or sexting, he barely knew what a selfie was. And yet he had realized that not only was the internet convenient, it was even more convenient when it came to inviting his beefriend over for some extracurricular fun.

And

to be fair

his germ-riddled brain had kind of made it sound like a kinky roleplay idea. The smell of chicken simmering was lovely; Majima let his head rest lightly against one of those fluffed up pillows, tired but strangely happy.

In the kitchen was a different kind of catalog this time, and this one had little to do with lingerie. Someone had been looking through a couple of magazines, in fact. One was wedding jewelry (with a considerably slimmer men's section than the space reserved for the engagement bands and women's rings), another was a magazine suggesting venues of varying degrees of nice versus Ryslig spookiness. ]

[Even if Majima was decades away from knowing what a booty call was, he was already a master. Ahead of his time or something. When everyone finally had cell phones, he'd be prepared for the wild world of dick pics and selfies and booty calls, but, y'know, the consensual kind. Never send an unsolicited dick pic, kids.]

[But, with Majima resting in the other room, Tim could busy himself with the soup; chopping up carrots and onion and celery, putting broth on the stove to heat up. Getting the chicken cut up into small enough pieces to cook. Thankfully, part of his training in how to be Jack had included cooking lessons, just because Jack was the kind of paranoid that meant that he preferred to make his own meals. Thus Tim knew his way around a kitchen well enough to handle most recipes. So, chicken soup? Easy mode. He didn't even have to pay much attention, which meant that he had time to take a look at some other things hanging around in his boyfriend's kitchen.]

[Like a magazine. But not a spicy one-- one was just jewelry, and the other was venues. Wedding planning things, obviously, and seeing the evidence that Majima was thinking about their eventually nuptials made Tim's chest feel warm. It was sweet, and Tim flipped through the limited men's section of the magazine, perusing some of the things he'd been looking at. Even made a mark next to one or two of them with a pen; simple bands in white gold or platinum, with modest embellishments. Nothing too flashy, nothing yellow.]

[Once the soup was cooked up and seasoned, Tim filled up a bowl and brought it to his tired boyfriend. Nothing like a bowl of warm, hearty chicken soup to help a guy get over a cold, right?]

Gorō? You awake?

[ Majima was definitely not sleeping. He was definitely not dozing off, furry ears drooping the way a sleepy puppy's might at the end of a long day of borking at squirrels, his breathing evening out only to end in a quick inhalation as he snapped his head up. ]

Huh? O-of course I am. Hey, that smells great.

[ No doubt he'd find Tim's additions to those catalogs later, and it'd bring a smile to his face. Somehow, his boyfriend always did. ]

Know what I was thinkin'? There's something about your cooking that just tastes the best. You wouldn't happen to have some secret ingredient up your sleeve, would ya?

[ It was honestly kind of nice that Tim could cook? Gave him more impetus to sharpen his own skills, if only to be able to make cute lunches. Gross, unacceptable. ]

[If Tim had known that Majima was just started to doze off, he might have waited-- kept the soup warm and let him sleep for a while. He needed to rest, after all, and there was nothing wrong with napping the day away when you were sick.]

Sorry, did I wake you up?

[He saw that sleepy head bounce back up like a kid dozing off in class. Tim set the bowl of soup on the bedside table, within easy reach.]

No secret ingredients, sorry. But it is pretty hot, so you might want to give it a second.

[Unless he liked having a burned tongue, that was totally his prerogative. Tim just didn't recommend it, for obvious reasons.]

Hey, so, I know I'm probably just being paranoid, but. [He'd been thinking about his boyfriend and being sick and all those reports that had been coming in from around Bavan, the ones all about people getting sick and going nuts. It couldn't have been the same thing, though, because Majima was fine, he just had a little cold. Definitely not a horrible rage-virus, right?] Nothing weird happened to you in the past few days, did it? Like, I dunno, nobody's tried to take a bite out of you?

I was just... restin' my eye, that's all!

[ Lies. Big lies. But Majima seemed happy as he moved aside, the better to make room for Tim. Carefully, he picked up the soup and let the bowl warm his fingers for a moment before he dipped the spoon in. ]

Heh, you know me. It ain't a day in Bavan if someone ain't tryin' to get a piece of me. But now that ya mention it, people do seem a little more on edge than usual.

Bitin', though? Like a zombie? I did get scuffed up a little by a dude yelling about fur coats.

[ But... you know, that was also pretty normal? ]

You worried about a repeat?

[Definitely big lies, but Tim wasn't going to call him out on them. He could totally just pretend that he was resting his eye if that made him feel better, but Tim was onto him. When Majima made room for him on the bed, Tim took a seat down by his legs, facing him. Aside from looking a little tired and peaky, he looked fine-- everything was fine.]

Yeah, uh, there's something going on. Bavan's back on its bullshit, I guess.

[Tim picked a little at the bedspread, idly, like he just needed something to do with his hands. Something happened in Bavan practically every other week, so it shouldn't be too alarming that there was something weird going on, but still...]

It doesn't seem like zombies, or not like the ones we got before, anyway. I've just kind of been hearing some things? People going nuts out of nowhere and attacking and stuff like that.

[He gave Majima's knee a little squeeze, probably more reassuring for himself than his boyfriend.]

It sounds like you ran into the regular brand of crazy, so that's good.

Like when everyone flipped their shit last year until ya dumped them in the snow?

[ Majima was making quick work of his soup, savoring the taste as it went down, but he turned a warm smile on Tim when his boyfriend reached over and gave him a little squeeze. ]

Can't say I'm feelin' too upset at the moment. Maybe a little dizzy...?

[ This was probably due to him being a lovestruck idiot, however. Funny how they had symptoms in common. ]

Say, now that I've got ya cornered here, how've things been going? Did you, uh... see the mailers I had out? I figured ya probably wouldn't anything too flashy, but you've seen where I'm from. I can totally do flashy if ya want.

Oh, uh... kind of, yeah.

[Right, that whole rage thing that happened last year. That time when Tim got infected with rage-virus and went batshit on Jack's ass and broke his damn arm off. Not a great memory, honestly, it had some pretty awful implications about, like, Tim's entire character because he was pretty into the whole do-harm-unto-Jack thing until he realized that he was acting just like Jack.]

[But it was fine. Everything was fine. Tim would just take that memory and put it in a little mental box and bury it somewhere in the back of his mind with all the others.]

I guess just let me know if you start feeling worse? I can call a doctor or something.

[Maybe Pierce. He was okay enough, for a doctor.]

[The topic switch to the magazines on Majima's counter was way better for conversation, anyway. They could talk about something nice.]

Yeah, I saw them. I marked a couple of the ones that I liked, too. [It still made his chest feel all weird, thinking about the fact that he was looking at wedding rings. Almost too happy for it to be real.] Sorry, they're not very flashy. I've kinda already had my fill of gaudy gold stuff. I think I just want something... classy.

[ Majima put the bowl aside. He was mostly done with it, anyway, being a hungry wolf and all... and this freed him up to, say, put his hand over Tim's. Run his fingers over the minotaur's knuckles, and rub lightly over his left ring finger, right over the space where the wedding band would fit. ]

Classy's good.

[ Classy was very good. Whatever floated Tim's boat, really. Because now Majima had a vested interest in seeing this beefy cowboy happy, and it really was too bad that he was feeling both sleepy and weak, because part of him still wanted to smooch his boyfriend right goddamn now. ]

If ya don't care about the germs, wanna come a little closer? I can listen to how your day went.

[ Hell, he'd listen to Tim read entries out of a phone book, and like it. Majima was in it deep now, way past the point of no return. ]

[Tim smiled back at Majima, that stupid, cow-eyed expression that was a lot more literal in its usage here than normal, because of that whole half cow thing. He threaded his fingers through his boyfriend's and just put the full force of those adoring bi-colored eyes right on him. Tim had a single brain cell and apparently the only thing it could do was be stupid in love with a wolfman.]

You kind of are a walking petri dish right now. [But, like, his favorite petri dish. The petri dish that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.] Or, well, not walking. A laying petri dish.

[Even so, Tim moved up the bed to lay with him anyway, completely disregarding the fact that this was exactly how you caught someone else's cold. That was fine, he knew that if he got sick, Majima would just turn around and take care of him. He got comfortable next to him against the mound of fluffed-up pillows, then sneaked an arm around him so that he could snuggle in and rest his head on his favorite pair of pillows, the ones on Tim's chest.]

It hasn't been too interesting a day? Other than all the Bavan stuff, but that's not all that far off from crap that's happened before. And I think that some other people are working on it, anyway, and trying to keep everything contained. Javert's on it, so, like, it's probably fine.

[ That whole tough-guy gangster exterior melted the instant Tim turned that look on him -- every time. ]

Hmm. Around here, I guess uneventful's pretty good.

[ Majima took the invitation just as it was offered, resting his head lightly against the warm expanse of his boyfriend's chest. He could hear the slow, strong beating of the man's heart, feel the comforting vibration of Tim's voice against his temple. True contentment. ]

By the way, I was thinking we oughta go and see the cherry blossoms again this year. You know, have another picnic.

[ Majima was doing his best to sound even about it, like they both might have forgotten that time they'd gone out last spring. That time that coincidentally, a big dumb werewolf had asked Tim if he wanted to go steady. He probably wasn't fooling anyone here, but he couldn't even bring himself to care. Gangster crime man wanted to go see the flowers with his boyfriend, and tell Tim how much he loved him. Maybe not in that exact order?

Right now, he'd kiss the little dip between Tim's collarbones, right where the freckles that ran down his cowboy's chest disappeared under the fabric of his shirt. No ulterior motives, not this time, but it was toasty and comfortable under the comforter, and once again Majima's eyelids were starting to grow a little heavy. ]

I'll take it. The worst thing I had to deal with today was Jay getting into the cabinet and eating all of his treats.

[Majima was a warm weight up against his side, possibly a little too warm because of that whole fever thing. His head resting on Tim's chest was familiar and comfortable, and even on normal days, he'd gladly be Majima's beefy pillow. When he was sick and miserable, Tim would've bent over backwards if that would've made him feel better.]

[He rested his cheek against the top of Majima's head and got his arm underneath that incorrectly buttoned up shirt, so that he could feel skin and the rise and fall of his breaths. He ran his hand over his back in long, slow strokes, and, well. This was It, right? That thing that everybody was looking for. God, he was a lucky bastard.]

I'd really like that. [He would've been all for it even if he didn't have an idea of why Majima wanted to go. It would be romantic just to go back to the place where they had their first real date, and where they had decided to go steady-- add in that they were looking at wedding rings, and Tim might not be a brain trust but he knew how to put two and let's get married together.] I had a really good time last year.

[He pressed his lips against Majima's hair, a kiss for a kiss.]

Hey. [Softly, because he wasn't sure if Majima had dozed off yet. He looked like he was pretty close.] I love you.

[ Majima laughed up against Tim's chest as he listened to the little story about Jay. Sounded just like the chonker-in-residence. He felt loved, he felt safe, and he let himself relax into the embrace the way he never would have back in Osaka, under the weight of all those eyes. ]

Me, too. I'm so glad.

[ Glad he'd met Tim, grateful he'd gotten to know some nerd from the future. Baffled but happy that somehow a hunky space cowman had landed in his lap and wanted more than just a summer fling.

He might have been asleep, he might not have been, but Majima's fingers curled loosely in the front of Tim's shirt at the sound of the man's voice -- and the shape of his lips up against Tim's skin was an upward curve. His breathing leveled off, and then Majima slipped off for real.

Good night, space beef. ]

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