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[lightofdawn]

I've been very, naughty and regret nothing...

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[cryptos]

You mean aside from the imminent arrival of your son and the fact that we're in public? [Some of the embarrassment was fleeing in the face of his irascible nature, a common occurrence when Tucker decided to tease him. He wasn't very good at taking a joke unfortunately, but more importantly, he wasn't necessarily wrong either.]

And I'm the dramaqueen in this relationship, huh? It's just basketball, Tucker. [Wash asked with an arched brow and a decidedly sarcastic tilt to his mouth. Honestly, he didn't get what the big deal was.]

That sounds utterly ridiculous considering unless you play it a lot, you're inevitably going to miss a shot. And give me some credit, Tucker. I might not have grown up on Earth but I do know what color a basketball is. I just have no interest in the sport is all.

[lovernotafighter]

You never heard of a quickie? [Which wouldn’t have surprised him if the Freelancer hadn’t, even if he did know that Wash was hardly a virgin even before Tucker wandered into his life. Still, the public thing was always a no-no, and it was frustrating because that idea was hot as hell, but he knew when to push and when to not. Tucker was strangely aware, perceptive, and he cared enough not to make Wash feel pressured.

Don’t ever say that Tucker wasn’t a good partner. ]

Okay, but you know you still haven’t told me what color the ball is. [Nice way to talk around it, Wash; he wasn’t exactly sure he believed him, his skeptical look still writ into his eyes. Come on, Wash, he never expected being a jock would be in your wheelhouse, but the idea of a comfortable Sunday curled on the couch while watching sports had something pleasant to it. And let’s be real: Tucker would be the rather loud dad in the bleachers clothed in his son’s too-large jersey and flag yelling, totally enrapt and excited to watch Junior run down the court.

This was the future. Get used to it.]

Don’t tell Junior you don’t, okay? And what are you going to say to him? [No pressure, Wash. No pressure.]

[cryptos]

You never heard of public indecency in front of a child? [Wash challenged back with an arch look that pretty much said it all. It wasn't that Wash was a virgin, he just was picky. And obscenely private. Because in his mind, if anyone knew about his relationship with Tucker, that would paint a giant target on the man's back. Their enemies would use him against Washington and visa versa.]

It's...organge-ish, brown. Look, Tucker, just because I have no interest in basket ball doesn't mean I've never seen one. Sure, things like grifball is way more of a thing back home but give me some credit. I did serve in the military, you know. [Unfortunately for Wash, he had the sinking feeling he was going to become way more exposed to the sport because he knew Junior was on a team and that it was no doubt a major thing between him and his father. Which mean, he would have to suffer through it with as much grace as he could manage for Tucker's sake.]

I thought I'd start him off easy? He's still a kid after all. [Soooooo much pressure. He has no fucking clue what he's going to say, he just can't man up and admit he has no CLUE what to do with a kid. It wasn't like he had a lot of experience with them, much less with alien-human hybrids!]