“Apparently, I was just using them on the wrong person, huh, Wash?”
Because none of it was getting lost on Tucker, not those looks, not the path of those eyes. Wash was really good at denying himself and Tucker? Tucker was the opposite; he was indulgent. And right now, he wanted to indulge in a little Freelancer.
But who could blame him? That fucking Kevlar looked so goddamn good on him that it would be all he could think about for nights, for days, for weeks when he would slip off for a little Alone Time. If it looked that good on, then off—
Goddammit, was Wash teasing him? Was that why it was taking this long, because Tucker was only mildly afraid he might pass out from all the booze he drank and what then? How unfair would that be, after all this? Two could play at the teasing game, though, because yeah, his eyes were right where Tucker wanted them to be. Good. Now get the hell over here and kiss me!
Nope, fuck just thinking about it. He opened his mouth, and,
“Fuck patience, come make out with me now, Wash!”
There. Even if it wasn’t in the same as what Wash meant. Even if it was the rudest way of asking him. Even if Tucker would have been happy sleeping next to him in armor, just as long as he didn’t have to wake up alone with pieces of that suit staring at him, reminding him. He’d take cold metal legs any day.
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Because none of it was getting lost on Tucker, not those looks, not the path of those eyes. Wash was really good at denying himself and Tucker? Tucker was the opposite; he was indulgent. And right now, he wanted to indulge in a little Freelancer.
But who could blame him? That fucking Kevlar looked so goddamn good on him that it would be all he could think about for nights, for days, for weeks when he would slip off for a little Alone Time. If it looked that good on, then off—
Goddammit, was Wash teasing him? Was that why it was taking this long, because Tucker was only mildly afraid he might pass out from all the booze he drank and what then? How unfair would that be, after all this? Two could play at the teasing game, though, because yeah, his eyes were right where Tucker wanted them to be. Good. Now get the hell over here and kiss me!
Nope, fuck just thinking about it. He opened his mouth, and,
“Fuck patience, come make out with me now, Wash!”
There. Even if it wasn’t in the same as what Wash meant. Even if it was the rudest way of asking him. Even if Tucker would have been happy sleeping next to him in armor, just as long as he didn’t have to wake up alone with pieces of that suit staring at him, reminding him. He’d take cold metal legs any day.