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. ]
[Tucker moves easily with him, letting Wash handle him around as he needs. Because really? A Wash that knows what he wants and takes it is a Wash that Tucker can get behind. In so, so many ways.
He smirks down at the comment though, lifts a leg to drape over his shoulder.]
[ wash can be like this normally, too! he's just usually a lot more cautious. he doesn't know what tucker's good and bad spots are.
but tucker smirking down at him and draping a leg over his shoulder is good. this is good, makes wash happy. makes him lean in and press a kiss to tucker's thigh. ]
God, you taste...
[ he hasn't gotten there yet, he's just talking about skin, but he's quick to press his face between tucker's legs, just breathing. he opens his mouth to drag his tongue over tucker, over his folds and then over his clit. ]
[Something gives in the leg he still has on the ground supporting him when Wash dives into him. He won't ever admit how long it's been since he's gotten laid, but this? This is making up for the dry spell because holy fuck Wash sounds and looks hot and feels hot against him. Tucker has to bite down on his lip to keep the sound he makes from getting everyone's attention (nevermind everyone else is similarly occupied).
It tapers down to a simple whine: more. Tucker carefully maneuvers to get the other leg out of his undersuit and drape it over his shoulder, now fully supported by Wash and fuck if that isn't the best thing here.]
Oooh shit, dude-[His words die in his throat and into another high whine. Yeah, Wash definitely found the right spot.]
[ wash is undoubtedly feeling aroused but also a little bit possessive. if anyone else were to try and join in? he wouldn't really be down for it right now.
but he doesn't care about other people hearing. he wants to make tucker yell, and moan. the whine is a good start.
so wash starts there - seals his mouth over that spot and rubs his tongue over his clit, lets it drag up and flick against him. anything to get more of those noises out of tucker. ]
[his whine barrels out of him before he can stop it, changes to a moan when wash's tongue does the little thing - that flick at the end.][He shifts his hips, trying to get more of that warmth, the attention back.]
You are going to get it so fucking hard when it's your turn.
[ wash can't help chuckling a little when tucker says he's going to get it so hard. not because he doesn't believe him, but right now he's just pleased to elicit those words out of tucker.
he bunches his shoulders a little, his hands tight where they hold tucker, and he circles his tongue around him again, sucking gently. ]
[God, even the little laughs are giving him sensations, the warm breaths melting into him. He whimpers Wash's name out, sinks his hands into what he can grip of Wash's hair and tugs.]
I swear to god- [And then Wash is readjusting his shoulders. Tucker shifts his legs to accommodate, making sure Wash still has the clearest path to him.]
[ tugging on his hair? that gets a moan pressed out against tucker. clearly, wash likes that well enough to encourage it.
he opens his mouth a little wider, gives his tongue more space to circle around, to flick against. despite all the direct contact it doesn't last long - it's heat and touch, but wash retreats quickly, not giving tucker any steady contact.
[He has so many choice words to describe what an asshole Wash is being right now. He's torn between wanting to savor and wanting Wash so hard and deep in him, it's driving him nuts.
What he really wants, though, is the noise. Even just that little moan is enough encouragement for Tucker to tug his hair again, trying to guide him where he wants. His own little gasps and groans escape against his mouth; he's fighting rolling his hips up into Wash's mouth but it's hard not to. He finallyh gives in and ruts up, just once with a whimper.]
[ tucker tugs on his hair and rolls his hips up, and it's great. wash loves having tucker roll his hips down against him, opens his mouth more and lets out a moan when his hair gets tugged.
his nails dig into tucker's skin a little, to grip - wanting to feel him. he presses his tongue where tucker moves him to, sucking and flexing his tongue in little movements. ]
Fuck. [There's this one spot - right just inside him that Wash keeps barely teasing over and it's going to be the end of him, Tucker just knows it. He tugs Wash to stay in a single spot, where it's almost impossible for Wash to miss it unless he's trying.]
Such a dick right now, Wa-ash [It drains itself into a moan, head back against the wall because yep, there was that one spot.]
[ wash can easily take direction, and this one especially. even if he's pressing closer to tucker like he could sink into him, it's impossible to miss that spot. he curls his tongue inside tucker, giving a moan against his skin.
he may say something against tucker's skin - "working on it" - but it's lost with all the flesh pressed between them. ]
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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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He smirks down at the comment though, lifts a leg to drape over his shoulder.]
Never said what I'd bet, so didn't lose anything.
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but tucker smirking down at him and draping a leg over his shoulder is good. this is good, makes wash happy. makes him lean in and press a kiss to tucker's thigh. ]
God, you taste...
[ he hasn't gotten there yet, he's just talking about skin, but he's quick to press his face between tucker's legs, just breathing. he opens his mouth to drag his tongue over tucker, over his folds and then over his clit. ]
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It tapers down to a simple whine: more. Tucker carefully maneuvers to get the other leg out of his undersuit and drape it over his shoulder, now fully supported by Wash and fuck if that isn't the best thing here.]
Oooh shit, dude-[His words die in his throat and into another high whine. Yeah, Wash definitely found the right spot.]
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but he doesn't care about other people hearing. he wants to make tucker yell, and moan. the whine is a good start.
so wash starts there - seals his mouth over that spot and rubs his tongue over his clit, lets it drag up and flick against him. anything to get more of those noises out of tucker. ]
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You are going to get it so fucking hard when it's your turn.
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he bunches his shoulders a little, his hands tight where they hold tucker, and he circles his tongue around him again, sucking gently. ]
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I swear to god- [And then Wash is readjusting his shoulders. Tucker shifts his legs to accommodate, making sure Wash still has the clearest path to him.]
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he opens his mouth a little wider, gives his tongue more space to circle around, to flick against. despite all the direct contact it doesn't last long - it's heat and touch, but wash retreats quickly, not giving tucker any steady contact.
being a cocktease. ]
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What he really wants, though, is the noise. Even just that little moan is enough encouragement for Tucker to tug his hair again, trying to guide him where he wants. His own little gasps and groans escape against his mouth; he's fighting rolling his hips up into Wash's mouth but it's hard not to. He finallyh gives in and ruts up, just once with a whimper.]
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his nails dig into tucker's skin a little, to grip - wanting to feel him. he presses his tongue where tucker moves him to, sucking and flexing his tongue in little movements. ]
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Such a dick right now, Wa-ash [It drains itself into a moan, head back against the wall because yep, there was that one spot.]
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he may say something against tucker's skin - "working on it" - but it's lost with all the flesh pressed between them. ]
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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