Hey, Tucker cared! That shit had to be in working order to keep his perfect ass in perfect non-bullet-hole condition, and he respected it. He also knew that he didn't have to treat it like a lady and pull out the chair for it or wine and dine it because it was a suit and it didn't care if it was on the desk or the floor. He wondered if Wash ironed his underwear, too. And socks. You know that motherfucker was ironing socks.
"I'll make sure the only thing you regret is not sleeping with me." His voice was low, practically a breathy purr, almost like the caricature of a phone sex operator. Dude, was Wash looking at him like a starving man? Was he totally checking him out?
Fuck yeah he was. And watching normally Stick-Up-His-Ass Wash had a little whoops with his fingers. Point One for Professor Fuck.
"Though, let's be fucking real: we both know you want to." Hands planted on either side of him on the issued bed, and he pushed himself up, trying not to get excited the more that armor was removed. It might not have been a strip tease, but Tucker thought he was taking his sweet time on purpose. He couldn't wait to see what was under it.
To the side of him, Freddie sang about pleasures and greatest treasures before ordering everyone to get on their bikes and ride.
His pants dipped more on his right hip than his left. "Waaaash, get over here. I'm fucking impatient, drunk, and horny, and it's not even prom night. It doesn't get any better for you than this."
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"I'll make sure the only thing you regret is not sleeping with me." His voice was low, practically a breathy purr, almost like the caricature of a phone sex operator. Dude, was Wash looking at him like a starving man? Was he totally checking him out?
Fuck yeah he was. And watching normally Stick-Up-His-Ass Wash had a little whoops with his fingers. Point One for Professor Fuck.
"Though, let's be fucking real: we both know you want to." Hands planted on either side of him on the issued bed, and he pushed himself up, trying not to get excited the more that armor was removed. It might not have been a strip tease, but Tucker thought he was taking his sweet time on purpose. He couldn't wait to see what was under it.
To the side of him, Freddie sang about pleasures and greatest treasures before ordering everyone to get on their bikes and ride.
His pants dipped more on his right hip than his left. "Waaaash, get over here. I'm fucking impatient, drunk, and horny, and it's not even prom night. It doesn't get any better for you than this."