it doesn't take long for wash to come up with this idea to try and cheer tucker up.
epsilon is gone. they've all been feeling his loss, tucker, carolina and caboose most of all. the UNSC still hasn't come by, but with the loss of the pirates and the crashing of the staff of charon, they have more supplies to tide them over.
what makes tucker happy?
well, one thing that wash can think of immediately. sex.
and they have the key to the temple of procreation.
he brings up the idea to kimball. chorus' numbers were decimated in the war, and the new republic of chorus is still uneasy with each other. this will solve two problems at once, as well as being a good way to relax after the battle.
kimball, somehow, agrees, on the condition that any one not interested can sit it out in a temple. which is fine by wash. unsurprisingly, carolina doesn't want to, and insists on sitting it out so that she can make sure caboose isn't involved.
but a large amount of the rest are down to, well, do this. even grif and simmons, somehow.
wash just wants to make sure he's near tucker when this goes off. ]
[Tucker is, unfortunately, the one who has to turn it on with his key. Which got a resounding hell yeah from him, not entirely a front, not completely. But enough that it was obvious there's still a little bitterness down there (Church gone, again, didn't get to say goodbye, again).
He waits until they're sure everyone that wanted to sit and watch was in the temple before Tucker ignites his sword and activates the temple.
... And feels nothing.
Maybe it's because of the same key-sword bullshit as Wyoming's time distortion unit, maybe it's because he's always horny. Whatever. He scoffs a little at the main altar before stepping out of the temple back with everyone else.]
[ this isn't going to really solve the issue of church not being around, and wash knows it. but there has to be something to help, and this was his first idea.
tucker activates the temple as wash is pulling his helmet off. it always makes him so paranoid, but if this goes the way the alien ai said it would, he doesn't want to be trying to remove this delicate part of his uniform in a frenzy.
for him it's quick to happen. wash's sexual libido is usually something he can push aside and ignore. but only a few moments after tucker turns the key, suddenly it feels like it's up to eleven. he's hot immediately, blood rushing south and making him dizzy.
when tucker opens his mouth, wash's gaze snaps to his mouth. suddenly it's all he can think about and, despite being in full view of other people, wash grabs tucker by the front of his armor, pushing him back against the temple wall and slamming their mouths together.
it doesn't override him, not by a long shot. he's still wash. but all he can think about now is getting his hands on tucker, getting his hands under the armor - and so even as he's pressing his tongue into tucker's mouth, his hands are literally yanking the chest piece open. ]
[He's slammed back with a yelp and-- oh. He grins into his lips and tries to grip at his shoulders. He can live with this, this is great, they're--
Okay, Wash is actually literally ripping his armor off. He breaks away to get his breath-]
Hey, slow- [God, his mouth is hot] Don't fuckin' break those clasps! [It's pointless to try really, but he had to to say he did try. He starts frantically trying to get them off himself which is a task in and of itself with how close Wash is pressing in but he is desperate and they are not going to have sex with all this armor on.]
[ wash doesn't sound sorry at all. he sounds breathless, already breathing rapidly. his eyes are darker, pupils wider because of whatever the temple had done. his mouth drags away from tucker’s to bite at the curve of his jaw.
he pulls apart the clasps of tucker’s armor - his chest piece, the gauntlets, the codpiece. he’s actually not being much help in removing his own armor though, especially when he drops his hands to pull at the latches of the armor on tucker’s thighs. ]
Oooh fuck. [It comes out whiny and high and Tucker tilts his head back but-- Okay, no, he really needs to help strip Wash down. He's down to just his greaves now himself, but he's got to get Wash out of his armor or they won't get too much farther.
It definitely takes some maneuvering, but he gets his hands on Wash's chest plate. Not the most important piece, but he doesn't want it poking into his own chest because holy shit, Wash is getting desperate. Hell, he doesn't even care that they're still in the open hallway here, he's going to just work on getting Wash's shoulder armors off and go from there.]
[ wash isn't being any help at all with his armor. he's focused on getting tucker's armor off, though once the armor on his thighs is off, he turns his attention to tucker's neck, sucking a dark mark right over his pulse point.
but once his chest piece gets loose, he moves back a little to pull it off. at least now, he moves to start getting the armor off the rest of his body, even if his movements are quick and jerky, almost desperate.
wash is pretty touch starved on a normal day. now, he feels like he might explode if he doesn't get tucker's hands on him. ]
[Shit, this is exactly what he hoped for when he was told about this tower. This, here, exactly, him and Wash. But he'd hoped he'd be influenced too. Guess the sword's got other ideas for him. Like always.
But now that Wash is getting his own armor off, Tucker starts peeling his undersuit off as fast as he can. God, he needed this. They needed this. Not like Wash would let himself act on this on his own, it's about fucking time.]
Wash - holy shit you're so hot right now, but okay. Dude, you gotta talk to me, let me hear what you sound like.
[ did tucker want desperate? because that is how wash feels - too hot and tight in his own skin, almost unable to breathe with how much he wants.
wash field strips his armor quickly, and then reaches for the emergency catch of the kevlar undersuit, splitting it open. he pushes it down to his waist, revealing the various scars, the puckered exit wounds of bullets though both shoulders, the angry red, jagged knife lines on both hand and forearm from the fight with locus.
he’s already sweating and he reaches for tucker. when he speaks it sounds rough. ]
[The way his voice sounds and the heat and seeing Wash almost stripped down just - goes straight to Tucker's gut, twisting and hot and he nods, swallows hard.]
Shit, okay. Okay, you got it, you got my hands. [And true to that, Tucker lets his undersuit sit undone around his waist, his own scars bare and open for him. Focuses on getting his hands on Wash's shoulders to pull him in again, a quick kiss before he moves to nip at his chin, suck against his neck. He mumbles against the skin there, wanting to keep Wash talking, because holy fuck, Wash is getting him hot fast.]
I got you- fuckin' got you, you're not gonna be able to walk for a week--
[ it's breathless, tucker's hands a balm on his skin, and wash immediately presses them closer together. tucker presses his mouth to his neck but wash bulls them back against the wall, giving a groan when tucker sucks on his neck. his hands slide up across his chest and the scars there, before dragging his nails down tucker's ribs and to his hips, pulling him against wash.
it's easy to feel even against the kevlar - wash is already hard, making a mess of the inside of his suit. ]
You - you're gonna have to put your money where your mouth is. [ and wash is still desperate but now he's desperate and goading, even if he's the one who's ready to fold tucker up against the wall and rail him. ]
[He feels it against him, how hard Wash is. His hands move from Wash's shoulders to his hips, working on getting the bottom half of his undersuit off but his back is arching against the wall behind him and god, this is difficult. The nails down his sides are sparks of electricity shooting down to his core.
God, he wants to be fucked hard and Wash is ready, but he sort of wants to savor it while he can.]
[ savoring is definitely something wash can get behind, even as influenced as he is. and his goal isn’t exactly get off so much as touch and keep touching tucker.
when tucker goads him wash looks down, eyes dark, before he moves to his knees. and if tucker is wondering what the hell wash is up to, he’s quick to act.
he yanks on the undersuit until at least one of tucker’s legs is free, and then he cups his hands under him, lifting him up. tucker will have to get his legs over wash’s shoulders. wash looks up at him with a little smirk, the muscles in his arms standing out. ]
the temple, the going away to retire - all of it and they haven't talked about what happened to epsilon. what happened to tucker, after epsilon was gone.
it's not even a few days into 'retirement' and wash is already feeling antsy. he scratches at the stubble on his chin - not having a reason to go into battle, he's not shaving as often as he might normally - as he moves around the apartment.
technically, he and tucker both have separate apartments. but more often than not, they end up in wash's.
wash woke up, though, a little groggy like he always is when he's slept finally, and couldn't find tucker. paranoia was quick to take hold, and now wash was looking for his... partner? not quite boyfriend?
whatever, he was concerned, and looking for tucker. ]
[After everything, it still didn't fix it. The eerie quiet that ripped itself a home in the back of his mind.
No lasting damage, was the final diagnosis. Thank fuck for that, honestly. Tucker isn't sure what he would've done if Church had died and broken him as a goodbye gift. No, he's just... lost. Wakes up in the middle of the night sometimes feeling that emptiness more keenly than he'll ever admit; sometimes he doesn't hear anything for a while.
Tucker's always careful those nights he wakes up, slips out of bed so he doesn't wake up Wash and moves to where he can see out. The balcony, the roof. Anywhere to look and see Chorus out there, like the reverse image of a moon. He's just sitting on the balcony tonight, listening to the resounding silence; there's probably noise, but for the life of him he doesn't hear any of it.]
[ wash doesn't know what he would have done if tucker had suffered the same kind of damage he'd had - physically, at least. mentally, another story.
the silence feels fragile, the sound of his feet on tile floor loud as he approaches the balcony, spots tucker on it. the door is already open, and wash finds his gaze dragged to the AI implant site, so whole compared to his own. but he knows that epsilon was there, and isn't anymore.
his breathing feels loud, too, but he pads up quietly next to tucker, leaning on the balcony next to him. he doesn't say anything just at first, just sticks close enough for the warmth of tucker's body to be felt easily. ]
[He doesn't hear Wash at first, just realizes a few breaths after that there's someone with him - relaxes when he looks over and sees Wash. Then looks back.
The sound around him rushes in like a wave in the ocean, but he still missed anything he said. He hopes Wash is used to it by now at least.]
[ tucker's been doing that too, not hearing things at first. it can be as short as a few seconds, as long as five minutes of wash waiting quietly. wash is careful not to show too much concern at first - too much, and tucker gets defensive. seems backwards, but wash is willing to work within the bounds he knows to find out what's going on.. ]
You've been coming out here a lot, lately. [ he repeats it, no annoyance in his tone, his gaze still firmly looking out at the water. ]
[He's sure it has something to do with the noise back at that fight, the explosions and the gunfire and the sudden loss of Church when it was over, a canyon left open. He takes a deep breath though his nose and just. Sighs it out.]
Didn't wanna wake you up.
[It's not quite like home; he never saw the stars in the canyon, night never came there. But it's big, and it's open, and it almost reminds him of the short time he had at Valhalla before they went running with Carolina. It's familiar, in its own ways.]
[ wash wishes tucker didn't have to know how that feels - to have a
head suddenly empty. but he waits. tucker sighs, speaks, and wash is quick
to answer. ]
Woke up on my own. Guess my body was done sleeping.
[ its... a lie. he wakes up with the loss of tuckers warmth and his
body remembering being alone, paranoia a muscle memory he doesn't think
he'll ever shake. ]
[Tucker glances sidelong at him, not looking like he'll answer or if he even heard but-]
You're a shitty liar, dude. [The corner of his lip turns up for a little smirk and he looks back out.]
's just quiet up here. [It's quiet and wide open. Not closed in, not filled with people shooting and shouting and bleeding - Tucker shakes his head, rubs at his face with a trembling breath. He's Fine.] Like being up here.
[Got you spoiled is what he doesn't say. He gets it, that confort having someone you trust next to you. His back arches into the touch. Tucker at least snagged a pair of boxers on the way; he isn't Donut.
The request gets a shrug. ] Wouldn't say no. It's your apartment.
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procreation temple
it doesn't take long for wash to come up with this idea to try and cheer tucker up.
epsilon is gone. they've all been feeling his loss, tucker, carolina and caboose most of all. the UNSC still hasn't come by, but with the loss of the pirates and the crashing of the staff of charon, they have more supplies to tide them over.
what makes tucker happy?
well, one thing that wash can think of immediately. sex.
and they have the key to the temple of procreation.
he brings up the idea to kimball. chorus' numbers were decimated in the war, and the new republic of chorus is still uneasy with each other. this will solve two problems at once, as well as being a good way to relax after the battle.
kimball, somehow, agrees, on the condition that any one not interested can sit it out in a temple. which is fine by wash. unsurprisingly, carolina doesn't want to, and insists on sitting it out so that she can make sure caboose isn't involved.
but a large amount of the rest are down to, well, do this. even grif and simmons, somehow.
wash just wants to make sure he's near tucker when this goes off. ]
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He waits until they're sure everyone that wanted to sit and watch was in the temple before Tucker ignites his sword and activates the temple.
... And feels nothing.
Maybe it's because of the same key-sword bullshit as Wyoming's time distortion unit, maybe it's because he's always horny. Whatever. He scoffs a little at the main altar before stepping out of the temple back with everyone else.]
What a rip off.
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tucker activates the temple as wash is pulling his helmet off. it always makes him so paranoid, but if this goes the way the alien ai said it would, he doesn't want to be trying to remove this delicate part of his uniform in a frenzy.
for him it's quick to happen. wash's sexual libido is usually something he can push aside and ignore. but only a few moments after tucker turns the key, suddenly it feels like it's up to eleven. he's hot immediately, blood rushing south and making him dizzy.
when tucker opens his mouth, wash's gaze snaps to his mouth. suddenly it's all he can think about and, despite being in full view of other people, wash grabs tucker by the front of his armor, pushing him back against the temple wall and slamming their mouths together.
it doesn't override him, not by a long shot. he's still wash. but all he can think about now is getting his hands on tucker, getting his hands under the armor - and so even as he's pressing his tongue into tucker's mouth, his hands are literally yanking the chest piece open. ]
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Okay, Wash is actually literally ripping his armor off. He breaks away to get his breath-]
Hey, slow- [God, his mouth is hot] Don't fuckin' break those clasps! [It's pointless to try really, but he had to to say he did try. He starts frantically trying to get them off himself which is a task in and of itself with how close Wash is pressing in but he is desperate and they are not going to have sex with all this armor on.]
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[ wash doesn't sound sorry at all. he sounds breathless, already breathing rapidly. his eyes are darker, pupils wider because of whatever the temple had done. his mouth drags away from tucker’s to bite at the curve of his jaw.
he pulls apart the clasps of tucker’s armor - his chest piece, the gauntlets, the codpiece. he’s actually not being much help in removing his own armor though, especially when he drops his hands to pull at the latches of the armor on tucker’s thighs. ]
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It definitely takes some maneuvering, but he gets his hands on Wash's chest plate. Not the most important piece, but he doesn't want it poking into his own chest because holy shit, Wash is getting desperate. Hell, he doesn't even care that they're still in the open hallway here, he's going to just work on getting Wash's shoulder armors off and go from there.]
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but once his chest piece gets loose, he moves back a little to pull it off. at least now, he moves to start getting the armor off the rest of his body, even if his movements are quick and jerky, almost desperate.
wash is pretty touch starved on a normal day. now, he feels like he might explode if he doesn't get tucker's hands on him. ]
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But now that Wash is getting his own armor off, Tucker starts peeling his undersuit off as fast as he can. God, he needed this. They needed this. Not like Wash would let himself act on this on his own, it's about fucking time.]
Wash - holy shit you're so hot right now, but okay. Dude, you gotta talk to me, let me hear what you sound like.
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[ did tucker want desperate? because that is how wash feels - too hot and tight in his own skin, almost unable to breathe with how much he wants.
wash field strips his armor quickly, and then reaches for the emergency catch of the kevlar undersuit, splitting it open. he pushes it down to his waist, revealing the various scars, the puckered exit wounds of bullets though both shoulders, the angry red, jagged knife lines on both hand and forearm from the fight with locus.
he’s already sweating and he reaches for tucker. when he speaks it sounds rough. ]
I need you or I think I’m going to burn up.
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Shit, okay. Okay, you got it, you got my hands. [And true to that, Tucker lets his undersuit sit undone around his waist, his own scars bare and open for him. Focuses on getting his hands on Wash's shoulders to pull him in again, a quick kiss before he moves to nip at his chin, suck against his neck. He mumbles against the skin there, wanting to keep Wash talking, because holy fuck, Wash is getting him hot fast.]
I got you- fuckin' got you, you're not gonna be able to walk for a week--
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[ it's breathless, tucker's hands a balm on his skin, and wash immediately presses them closer together. tucker presses his mouth to his neck but wash bulls them back against the wall, giving a groan when tucker sucks on his neck. his hands slide up across his chest and the scars there, before dragging his nails down tucker's ribs and to his hips, pulling him against wash.
it's easy to feel even against the kevlar - wash is already hard, making a mess of the inside of his suit. ]
You - you're gonna have to put your money where your mouth is. [ and wash is still desperate but now he's desperate and goading, even if he's the one who's ready to fold tucker up against the wall and rail him. ]
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[He feels it against him, how hard Wash is. His hands move from Wash's shoulders to his hips, working on getting the bottom half of his undersuit off but his back is arching against the wall behind him and god, this is difficult. The nails down his sides are sparks of electricity shooting down to his core.
God, he wants to be fucked hard and Wash is ready, but he sort of wants to savor it while he can.]
Bet you couldn't hold me up while you do it.
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when tucker goads him wash looks down, eyes dark, before he moves to his knees. and if tucker is wondering what the hell wash is up to, he’s quick to act.
he yanks on the undersuit until at least one of tucker’s legs is free, and then he cups his hands under him, lifting him up. tucker will have to get his legs over wash’s shoulders. wash looks up at him with a little smirk, the muscles in his arms standing out. ]
Think you lost that bet.
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you wrote tower and i was like TUCKINGTON GUARDIANS
oh gOD DON'T DO THAT TO ME
wash is a hunter, Fact
of course he is and I'm glad for it
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the temple, the going away to retire - all of it and they haven't talked about what happened to epsilon. what happened to tucker, after epsilon was gone.
it's not even a few days into 'retirement' and wash is already feeling antsy. he scratches at the stubble on his chin - not having a reason to go into battle, he's not shaving as often as he might normally - as he moves around the apartment.
technically, he and tucker both have separate apartments. but more often than not, they end up in wash's.
wash woke up, though, a little groggy like he always is when he's slept finally, and couldn't find tucker. paranoia was quick to take hold, and now wash was looking for his... partner? not quite boyfriend?
whatever, he was concerned, and looking for tucker. ]
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No lasting damage, was the final diagnosis. Thank fuck for that, honestly. Tucker isn't sure what he would've done if Church had died and broken him as a goodbye gift. No, he's just... lost. Wakes up in the middle of the night sometimes feeling that emptiness more keenly than he'll ever admit; sometimes he doesn't hear anything for a while.
Tucker's always careful those nights he wakes up, slips out of bed so he doesn't wake up Wash and moves to where he can see out. The balcony, the roof. Anywhere to look and see Chorus out there, like the reverse image of a moon. He's just sitting on the balcony tonight, listening to the resounding silence; there's probably noise, but for the life of him he doesn't hear any of it.]
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the silence feels fragile, the sound of his feet on tile floor loud as he approaches the balcony, spots tucker on it. the door is already open, and wash finds his gaze dragged to the AI implant site, so whole compared to his own. but he knows that epsilon was there, and isn't anymore.
his breathing feels loud, too, but he pads up quietly next to tucker, leaning on the balcony next to him. he doesn't say anything just at first, just sticks close enough for the warmth of tucker's body to be felt easily. ]
You've been coming out here a lot, lately.
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The sound around him rushes in like a wave in the ocean, but he still missed anything he said. He hopes Wash is used to it by now at least.]
... I-... Didn't hear you.
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You've been coming out here a lot, lately. [ he repeats it, no annoyance in his tone, his gaze still firmly looking out at the water. ]
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Didn't wanna wake you up.
[It's not quite like home; he never saw the stars in the canyon, night never came there. But it's big, and it's open, and it almost reminds him of the short time he had at Valhalla before they went running with Carolina. It's familiar, in its own ways.]
Looks like I fucked that up.
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[ wash wishes tucker didn't have to know how that feels - to have a head suddenly empty. but he waits. tucker sighs, speaks, and wash is quick to answer. ]
Woke up on my own. Guess my body was done sleeping.
[ its... a lie. he wakes up with the loss of tuckers warmth and his body remembering being alone, paranoia a muscle memory he doesn't think he'll ever shake. ]
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You're a shitty liar, dude. [The corner of his lip turns up for a little smirk and he looks back out.]
's just quiet up here. [It's quiet and wide open. Not closed in, not filled with people shooting and shouting and bleeding - Tucker shakes his head, rubs at his face with a trembling breath. He's Fine.] Like being up here.
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[ wash can only give a small smile back, along with a tiny shrug. no sense defending the lie he's been caught in. ]
It's harder to sleep alone.
[ that said, he watches tucker breathe out shakily. he wants to ask - what happened? what did you see? what don't you hear?
the words don't come, choked on concern and indecision. finally, wash reaches out, his hand brushing tuckers back. ]
Yeah. [ he looks up at the sky, at chorus. ] Sometimes, it helps to come up here and just... not think. Do you mind if I join you?
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The request gets a shrug. ] Wouldn't say no. It's your apartment.
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[ just a little spoiled. tucker arches into the contact and wash shifts, their shoulders bumping as he flattens his hand against tucker's back. ]
Not just my apartment anymore. [ at least, if tucker wants. is that too much to broach? wash is quiet after he speaks. ]
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You sure? I could fill thks place up with a lot of stuff I'm having mail ordered.
[Retirement and you think Tucker won't rebuild his toy and lube collection?]
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i found a way to UP THE ANTE
this is rude and I'm being bullied
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