"I say that because we're both drunk and we're not going that tonight." Unfortunately for Tucker, Wash wasn't really the strip tease type. He pulled off the reinforced gauntlets and then the armor on his arms until he reached his chest plate. Every piece of equipment was set down with maddening precision and respect.
Unlike some people in this room who would go unnamed, people whose name rhymed with the word fucker, Wash actually cared about his equipment.
"Oh my god, Tucker, don't make me regret doing this." Even as Wash uttered those words, his eyes were betraying him because they hungrily roamed over Tucker's body. They precarious way his sleeping pants were hanging off of his sharp hipbones had the ex-Freelancer's mouth going dry.
His bare fingers actually scrambled unsteadily against the clasps holding his chest and back plates together.
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Date: 2016-06-20 05:20 am (UTC)Unlike some people in this room who would go unnamed, people whose name rhymed with the word fucker, Wash actually cared about his equipment.
"Oh my god, Tucker, don't make me regret doing this." Even as Wash uttered those words, his eyes were betraying him because they hungrily roamed over Tucker's body. They precarious way his sleeping pants were hanging off of his sharp hipbones had the ex-Freelancer's mouth going dry.
His bare fingers actually scrambled unsteadily against the clasps holding his chest and back plates together.