"Hey! I told you about my strikeouts in confidence, not so they could be used against me later!" His lips screwed in an annoyed little scowl, but he sure as shit didn't miss the way Wash was looking at him, that needy crawl of a hungry gaze over his body. All those strikeouts suddenly seemed negated by the expression on the Freelancer.
And Tucker's look wasn't any better; fuck, Wash looked good unarmored. The amount of times he had seen it could be counted on both hands, but this held a different context, a different meaning. The line of his chest, shit, the hint of his collarbone and the curve of his fucking shoulder fuckfuckfuck. When had everything started to change? When had it started to move into this new territory?
It wasn't just the booze, was it? It just wasn't the fucking Church shit. When he thought Wash had been captured by the other army, he had felt--
"Blowjobs count?" But Wash was predictable so he sighed and rolled his brown eyes as the song next to him changed. "Look, fine, whatever. You can, like, sleep next to me at least. I'll only dream-grope you once or twice."
And he was only half kidding.
His loose legs opened a little on the bed. "Just get the hell over here already before the blue balls start."
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Date: 2016-06-23 12:55 am (UTC)And Tucker's look wasn't any better; fuck, Wash looked good unarmored. The amount of times he had seen it could be counted on both hands, but this held a different context, a different meaning. The line of his chest, shit, the hint of his collarbone and the curve of his fucking shoulder fuckfuckfuck. When had everything started to change? When had it started to move into this new territory?
It wasn't just the booze, was it? It just wasn't the fucking Church shit. When he thought Wash had been captured by the other army, he had felt--
"Blowjobs count?" But Wash was predictable so he sighed and rolled his brown eyes as the song next to him changed. "Look, fine, whatever. You can, like, sleep next to me at least. I'll only dream-grope you once or twice."
And he was only half kidding.
His loose legs opened a little on the bed. "Just get the hell over here already before the blue balls start."