WUT U SAY, SERGIO?

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Characters: Surge, Goose
What: Lt. Douche takes that lump o' citrus over to Downtown FDC for EPIC LOEV CONFESSION.
Where: Surge's apartment, then Downtown Final Destination City.
When: Sept. 24, future-dated to around nighttime.
Rating: PG-13 and maybe more. Dare I repeat the fact that these two can be super vulgar/R-rated+ as HELL a lot? xD

Goose surprisingly didn't want to take the normal trip to Surge's apartment in his beloved gyrocopter for once. Despite his enjoyable Monday with Jolteon and an at least decent Tuesday, the man wasn't exactly in the best of moods right now. Even thinking of the lieutenant at this point reminded him of the horrific fortune he had received from Katrina days back, and it was enough to make him grow a bit sour... if not, down. This ruined his normal love for his Sharky and caused him to stray away from flight tonight, but instead, he only took the stride down the sidewalk to make it to his destination.

Kinda feels weird not bein' here with 'er... and I AIN'T used to walkin', he mentally noted, feeling a bit awkward just strolling down the streets and seeing whatever little bit of night-life there was as he did. He was more used to hovering above the air, many feet higher than even the tallest buildings, and seeing the cars and people scattered about like little ants in the soil. Yet now, he pretty much just felt like one of the 'ants', crawling about to find his 'anthill' to retrieve a fellow ant companion and search for whatever they could; in this case, a good time doing... whatever Surge had planned.

... what DID he have planned anyway? The pilot's curiosity began to grow as he passed into the building, going through his usual routine of searching for the door he seeked... and then knocking it on once, twice, three times. Whatever this was going to end up being, he sure did hope it would lighten up his not-exactly-pleasant mood. Yet Surge had the tendency to eliminate any negativity in him, so it calmed his nerves a bit. He trusted him... and he believed somehow, some way, he'd feel alright by night's end.

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Surge had just finished showering in preparation for today. When he heard the knocking, he called out, "Be right there!" as he threw on his usual outfit. He wasn't even aware that his hair was still dripping, his mind was too worked up over what was going to happen tonight. Well, what he hoped would happen tonight.

He wasn't so worried about not having the guts to say it. Rather, he worried he'd mess up somehow and it'd end up coming out wrong. After all, he'd never done something like this before, how was he supposed to know what to do? But any concern over that was quelled by guilt when he remembered how disheartened Goose had seemed these past few days. God damnit, he was going to go through with it tonight and cheer the pilot up no matter what!

Remembering to grab his wallet, he opened the door. "Hey," Surge closed his apartment door behind him. "Hope you brought your walkin' shoes, 'cause that's what we're gonna be doin' tonight."

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Goose piped up almost immediately when Surge had answered the door. Sure, he still was feeling quite down, but he damn well didn't want THAT to show! "Hi Matt~" He giggled, throwing his arms around him and pecking his cheek affectionately. He was worried as heck that these moments would cease from happening in the future, but for now, he just wanted to enjoy them while he could.

"Walkin'? Huh?" He blinked, the vague description of what they were doing not really appealing to him JUST yet. Besides, he had walked all the way here! How was he going to expect to like... MORE walking?

Then again... this was Surge of all people. He would assume he'd be familiar with his interests by now, at least to some extent. Besides, so far, the dates he set up for them have all turned out enjoyable in one way or another, so what would make this any different?

Keeping that in mind, his face brightened up a bit more as he added, "Where're we walkin' to?"

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Wrapping his arm around Goose, Surge grinned, "If I told you, then it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?" To be honest, the lieutenant didn't actually have any specific place in mind. He just figured they'd walk around FDC and if they saw maybe a restaurant or a store that looked interesting, they'd stop in. Hell, they didn't even have to stop anywhere, Surge didn't care. As long as he was with Goose, it really didn't matter what they did. Not that he would admit that to the pilot, though.

As Surge led Goose out of the apartment complex, he asked, "So, how have ya been? I heard ya hung out with Jolt the other day?" That reminded Surge that he needed to ask the kid a question, but that would have to wait till later. Right now, it was just about the two men.

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"Pff, you and yer' damn surprises," playfully scowled Goose, fake-pouting and folding his arms over his chest. He couldn't hold back a hint of a snicker, however. Surge had done this a couple of times before, and he admittedly was used to it. Part of him wanted to start guessing what it was, but he decided to just go along with the surprise aspect of it.

Besides, if it cheered him up even MORE when it actually happened... it would be worth the wait.

Hearing the fellow armyman's next question made him cringe slightly. How he's been? Did he HAVE to be honest on this one? "Uh, really? ... like crap," He spat, his eyes narrowing as he recalled the reading from before yet again. "'Cept for my hang out with Jolt. We got ice cream and stuff..." His eyes glittered beneath his shades as he recalled it... especially the ice cream. Mmm, the ice cream. "It's pretty good t' see 'im again, too. I hadn't seen 'im since before the hot springs trip!" The hot springs trip... yes, now THAT was a memory that was mostly fond to look back on.

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Surge frowned when Goose said he still felt bad. That wouldn't do at all! Well, at least he seemed to be cheering up somewhat due to this little outing of theirs. "Ice cream, huh? Sounds fun... I'm sure you both needed the break." He mentally crossed off ice cream from the list of possible places they could go to later that night.

When the pilot mentioned the hot springs, Surge couldn't help but laugh. That certainly brought back pleasant memories. Well, probably more so for the lieutenant, but still. "That was one hell of a trip, huh?" They were approaching the main commercial district of FDC. There still quite a few people about and the stores and restaurants were illuminated with colorful lighting. It seemed almost everyone was celebrating the beginning of autumn.

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Goose snorted and stifled a heavy laugh. "I'LL SAY! I had t' deal with alcohol, insane bus rides, cross-dressin', yellin' at you..." He paused and shook his head at this next one. "... and kissy-facin' with you right in the middle of the damn BAR." Oh, that sure was... something, indeed.

Catching sight of all of the beautiful scenery around downtown, the pilot's eyes began to shimmer as much as the stars above them. "... HOLY SHIT." He certainly adored looking at downtown from high in the skies, but THIS close up? HE ADORED IT ALREADY. "This place is FUCKIN' GORGEOUS, MAN."

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"Aw, don't remind me that I missed that awesome bus ride. I still can't believe I slept through it. Maybe they'll let Falcon drive on the next school field trip or something... Then I'll DEFINITELY hafta stay awake for that." Not wanting to upset Goose, Surge pointedly ignored the cross-dressing comment. Besides, the night was still young.

He couldn't help but smirk at Goose's word choice. "Kissy-facin'? What are you, in grade school or something?" It wasn't that Surge minded when the pilot spoke like that. In fact, he thought it was downright adorable of the other man. It was just... also kind of silly for a grown man to be talking like that.

Looking around, the lieutenant nodded. "I haven't been downtown all that often besides for errands and a bar run every so often. It's kinda relaxin' just to walk around..." He glanced at his companion. "So, anything in particular you wanna do while we're here?"

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"Sure," he nodded at Goose's suggestion. By now, they were coming across a quieter section of the city, with a few cafes and pubs dotted along the streets. A little ways away was the club district, where the loud music could be faintly heard from where the two men were. Glancing around, Surge realized he was starting to get a little hungry. But if Goose wanted to keep walking, that was fine with him.

"I'll have to keep that in mind then. Any particular flavor of ice cream?" He wouldn't tell Goose that the question was for future reference.

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"Hmm... well, uh, don't laugh at me for this," Goose started off, raising his finger up in a matter-of-fact type of way. "But uh... ... lime sherbet." He answered quietly, expecting some kind of humored reaction from the man.

Glancing over to his side, the aviator noticed an awfully adorable cafe just next to him. The outer walls and the lines of tables outside on the flooring of the cafe were decorated and laced with... very feminine cloths and frills. It was absolutely silly how this place caught his eye, but he admittedly was hungry, and this place was the closest thing to him right now...

"..." Gulping, he extended his finger out to point to the little cafe. "... maybe we can... stop there. N-Not manly enough to me, but still!" He sputtered out with a shaky smirk, trying not to look like he was really into such... girly places.

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Oh yes, he heard that murmur. And like the respectable gentleman that he is, he reacted properly. By cracking up. "HA HA HA, LIME SHERBERT?! OH MAN, SERIOUSLY?! HA HA HA, THAT'S HILARIOUS!"

His laughter died down a little when Goose pointed out a cafe. "Heh, which one--..." Surge fell silent when he looked over. It was frilly. And girly. And awfully pink. He was about to object when he remembered that tonight was supposed to be all for Goose. "Well, alright, if you want..." he shrugged. But if the waitresses wore cute outfits or something, Goose better be ready for a 'you would look good in that' comment.

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Goose's eye twitched as his boyfriend just went on to... laughing like hell at his favorite flavor of sherbet. Oh, yes, that was very enjoyable. So enjoyable that Goose was left completely and utterly speechless and donning the oh-so-cheerful expression of ">B[".

The pilot's expression lightened up a bit, but ONLY a bit upon Surge's agreement to the cafe. He took him by the hand and tugged him over to one of the outside tables before plopping onto one of the two chairs. The table was topped with a cute little red and white checkerboard table cloth, and an umbrella of the same pattern (just in pink and white) hung over them, the ends trimmed with laces.

"... this place is so frilly that it's almost kinda scary."

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Sitting down in the other chair, he grinned, "Well, you were the one who chose this place." Muttering to himself, he added, "I can only guess why..." To be honest, it was a little surprising that the frilly cafe was in this part of town. Surge figured it was because it was a rather small, homely restaurant rather than one of the big chains that populated the busier area of the city.

Coming to their table, a young woman in a pink and white, frilly waitress outfit placed menus in front of them. "Hello," she smiled at them. "Would you like anything to drink?"

Surge blinked at the women, then grinned. He was definitely starting to like this cafe a lot more now. "Anything you recommend?" he asked her, his tone borderline flirting.

"It depends what you like," she giggled.

Shooting her a charming smirk, he responded, "I'll just take a beer, whatever kind you have."

She nodded and turned to Goose. "And you, sir?" the waitress bubbly asked.

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Goose's sensitivity to Surge being around women was already nearly ready to be set off, yet he merely sat there and felt his eye twitch in annoyance. No, Goose, not tonight... tonight was not the right time to do this. It was time to ENJOY the day, not bitch through the whole thing, verbally or mentally. Fun fun fun fun fun fun fun--

"... I think. I want. A lemon-lime soda. Thanks." He forced out a friendly grin at the waitress, the side of his mouth twitching as well as he tried to keep it going. Don't get jealous, don't get jealous...

And of course, Goose's way of ensuring the waitress wouldn't pull anything towards Surge was to reach out for his hand and snatch it in his own. It was his way of non-verbally screaming, "HE'S TAKEN, OKAY?"

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Oh, so that was it. Surge sighed, an uncomfortable weight settling in his stomach. "I told ya, don't worry about it." He hesitated before reached over and taking Goose's hand in his own. "I mean... sure, every relationship has ups and downs, right? ... Er, not that those things are necessarily bad or anything... I mean, that's... uh..."

And now Surge's worry from earlier today resurfaced. He just wasn't good with talking about emotions. Especially not when any little word he said had the potential of upsetting the sensitive pilot.

Letting out a quiet sigh, he tried again. "We'll have ups and downs... but I'm sure we'll overcome 'em." He would've said more, but the waitress came back with their food.

"Here you go~" she placed the burger in front of Surge, and the pasta in front of Goose. "Anything else I can get you?"

"Nah, that's fine, thanks," he forced a grin at her, still worried about whether his words had upset Goose.

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Goose felt his worry begin to increase as Surge began to stammer, getting thrown off from his main point at all and whether he should take those words as reassuring. However, he realized that he could when the lieutenant tried again, causing him to BEGIN to smile...

... until the waitress came back. Yet, he didn't sense any flirtatious behavior from Surge, so his smile began to slow come back, and bigger than before. "Yeah, nothin' for me either, ma'am..."

After that, the pilot slinked his hand away from the other man's once more, taking a fork into his hand and twirling it in the bowl of pasta. "Mm... guess yer' right about that... maybe I'm jus' freakin' out too easily?" He let out an awkward chuckle before he slipped the pasta into his mouth. "Mmmm... oman, th's tayz' y'mmy..." He mumbled, his voice muffled from his full mouth.

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Nodding, the waitress left before Goose had started eating.

"Heh, just maybe..." Surge smirked, glad that Goose seemed to be feeling a little better. When the other man spoke with his mouth full, Surge let out a chuckle. "Geez, slow down. The food ain't goin' anywhere."

He took a bite of his burger, followed with a swig of beer. "The food's not half bad!" Just as Goose had lifted his fork with another tortellini, Surge grabbed the younger man's wrist and pulled the fork to his mouth. Biting down, he released his grasp and let the pilot mourn over his now pasta-less fork. "Not bad at all..." the lieutenant grinned.

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"Nrr-urrr!" He shook his head before swallowing that one bite of the noodles. "Mmm... hey, when I eat my food, I eat it fast and enjoy."

As he began to plunge a plastic straw that had accompanied the food and drinks into the cup, he twirled his fork into the pasta again. Slurping out of the cup, he began to lift the fork up, then turned his attention to it and slowly dipped his head down... that soft bunch of flavor-filled, sticky, cheesy noodles heading straight towards him--

... then Surge had stolen his bite, and he only stared at the fork. Then at Surge. Then the fork. The pasta. Then Surge again. "... pff, when you said you were gonna do that, ya' weren't kiddin'. Well, guess what?" He slyly smirked and, before the other blond could reply, snatched his burger off of his plate and took a hearty bite out of it. "Mmmm..." Savoring the meaty flavor, he set it back down onto Surge's plate. "R'ly gud boorg'r, I f'nk..."

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"When I say I'm gonna do something, I stay true to my word," Surge shrugged, that smirk still on his lips. But when Goose stole his burger, he simply blinked at the action. He chuckled a bit when the pilot spoke with his mouth full, somehow able to understand what he was trying to say. "Yeah, it is, isn't it?"

They spent the next few moments in a comfortable silence as they ate. Finishing off his burger, he reached out for his drink. "So, anything in particular you wanna do after this? Or maybe just some more explorin' of the city?" he drank the last of his beer.

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Goose enjoyed the serene silence of the whole meal, although his mind wasn't as settled and pleasant. The negative thoughts continued to swirl around in his mind, and it began to make him a little distraught. But he shrugged it off and just tried to savor the moment.

When Surge spoke up next, he blinked, growing even more quiet in thought. "Uhhhhh... I really don't care what we do after this, really," He giggled lightly, lowering his sunglasses a bit, but not taking them off just yet. "Just as long as it's SOMETHIN' with you, then I guess... it's really enough for me t' like it all," he grasped Surge's hand for the third or fourth time with that statement. "I just... love bein' with you. So much."

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"It's... another surprise... C'mon." He walked off, knowing Goose would follow. That uncomfortable feeling in his stomach was back.

Surge wasn't even sure where he was bringing Goose. All he knew was that he wanted to make sure there was no other human being around. When he was sure they were alone, he stopped. Glancing around, they seemed to be in a park of some sort, standing next to a large garden. The closest lamp post was somewhat far, so most of the light cast upon the two was from the moon and stars above.

Taking a deep breath, he decided that he might as well get it over with. "Goose, there's... a reason why I asked you out tonight. I mean, other than tryin' to cheer you up, that is." Oh yes, way to start off smoothly, Surge.

"You see, the thing is... there's something I should tell you. Something I should've told ya a while ago. It's... not fair that I've kept it from you this whole time..."

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The area Surge had taken Goose to was even more romantic than the setting prior to this. Everything was absolutely beautiful. The garden of flourishing flowers, the moonlight and stars shining vibrantly and bright upon them... everything. The lighting dabbed soft white dots of moon shine onto his currently red cheeks, his eyes still staring straight into Surge's.

Despite the lieutenant's attempts to cheer him up, Goose was already wracked with worry over the way he worded what he said he needed to tell him. Not fair that he kept it from him all this time? Was it bad? Was it... something that would end the relationship? God DAMMIT, what was it?!

"... just... just tell me and get it over with?" He pleaded, his expression falling into fret ... and hope. Hoping that it wasn't something that would negatively change their relationship for who-knows-how-long... if not, forever.

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This whole time, he had been facing away from the other man. Part of him couldn't even glance over out of fear of losing his confidence. This was NOT the sort of situation he usually put himself in. And he hated that. But he supposed that if he was going to go through with it, he was going to go the whole way. Finally turning towards the other man, he started, "You see, it's..."

Surge opened his mouth to continue, but stopped. Reaching out, he grabbed the pilot's sunglasses off his face. Folding them, the lieutenant placed them in one of his pockets. He wanted to see the pilot's eyes for what he said next.

"Goose, I..."






"I love you."

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Goose tilted his head, his heart pounding hard and slamming against his ribcage out of pure worry. This kind of thing could completely damage their relationship for good and ruin the night for the two of them... and was as everything he and Surge had built upon. Every moment of love he gave the lieutenant. Every ounce of passion he maintained in his heart shattered and forgotten.

The thought of it actually began to force tears into his eyes. No, no, no, NO. Why was he this paranoid and freaked out? Why was he so close to crying?

Crying. Goose was NOT one for crying. He wouldn't, he couldn't, please don't let this be bad, please don't let this be bad...

. . .

The words had smacked him upside the head harder than the roughest punch a very muscular man could give him. It felt like they took ages to transfer as his head slowly, graaaaduaaaally lowered down, his moist and glossy eyes filled with disbelief. Not the type he was expecting and fretting over but disbelief all in itself.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

The words rang over and over again in his head, totally consumed his mind as his eyes squeezed shut, the tears now falling freely from his eyes and pattering down onto the grass beneath them.

Surge. Really. Loved. Him.

He always worried whether he would or not and almost DOUBTED he never would and oh god. He loved him.

"..." Goose finally lifted his head up, the tears making long streaks down his deeply reddened cheeks now, his lower lip quivering and his mouth just slightly open. "... you... you do?" ...

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... and a smile had finally slid across his face. The happiest, most genuine smile he had given him all night... if not, through the course of their whole damn relationship. "... you really, really do?"

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Tears. DAMN. He KNEW he would do something wrong. Fuck. And now Goose was crying and it was all his fault. He shouldn't have waited this long to tell him. He shouldn't have forgotten about when some of their dates were. He shouldn't have teased the pilot about all that cross-dressing. He shouldn't have--

And then Goose smiled. And all of Surge's worries left his mind. Pulling the other man close, he muttered into Goose's ear, "Yeah... I do." He smirked and added, "Sorry it took me so long."