Red vs. Blue. Leonard L. Church. 042. Triangle.
Title: Ambivalence & Indecision
Fandom: Red vs. Blue
Characters: Leonard L. Church, Lavernius Tucker, Dexter Grif
Prompt: 042. Triangle
Word Count: 1,206
Rating: Hard R
Summary: Church just can't get him out of his mind. But what about Tucker?
Author's Notes: I'm big on people manipulating my dear Church... This is pretty open-ended, but I'm not sure if there will be a follow-up.
Church sighed, frustrated, anxious, ambivalent… He lied there on his bed, hands behind his head; staring up at the ceiling What the hell is going on? I mean… I can’t-I-it’s him… He’s a red for Christ’s sake. “Fuckin’ A…” the shirtless soldier muttered as he sat up (a bit too fast). The blood rushed out of his head making him woozy and giving him an instant headache; he winced quietly, hands on either side of his face.
He swung his legs over the side of the uncomfortable, standard-issue single bed; it creaked as his weight shifted. “What are you doing awake?” said a smooth voice. A warm smile came over Church’s face as he looked up to see his teammate’s silhouette leaning coyly against the doorjamb.
“Heh… I could ask you the same question, Tucker.” Church said, rubbing the back of his head, his other hand now resting on the edge of the bed. “And then some… What’re you doing awake and in my room?”
“Like you’re that stupid…” the younger soldier said under his breath as he moved closer. Tucker bit his lip lightly as he sat down beside his teammate, bringing his hand up to the base of Church’s neck and pulling him in for a passionate kiss.
Church moaned quietly as the other man’s tongue slid slowly into his mouth. Tucker’s hands began moving downward, stroking Church’s bare chest, his right hand playing delicately at the elastic waist of his light blue boxers. “Mmmmnnmm… Tucker…” Church said quietly as he abruptly broke the kiss, he sighed, rubbing his neck and turning to the ceiling once again.
Tucker sat there confused, looking down at the floor, his hand moved over to rest on Church’s knee; fingers slowly, lightly circling his skin. “What’s up?” he said, exhaling deeply. He’d noticed how disconnected Church had been lately; distracted. He’d hoped this little late-night visit would be the thing to bring him out of it. Seeing now that this just wasn’t the case, he felt helpless.
“I-it’s nothing…” Church said, bringing his hand down to meet the other mans. “I think I just need to… Take a walk, clear my head a bit… y’know?”
“Or… You could talk to me about it.” Tucker said quietly, he pulled his hand out from under Church’s and moved it up his body, slowly brushing up against all the right places; coming to rest at his bare hip. “Then again…” He said, smirking wildly, bringing his mouth to Church’s ear, “There are other ways to clear your head.” He whispered. Hot, and breathy against his neck. Tucker nipped lightly at Church’s ear.
“I just… need to take a walk…” the private repeated, grabbing Tucker’s hand reassuringly as he set it back on his own leg; standing up and throwing on a pair of worn, checked pajama pants and a white t-shirt.
Tucker watched him get dressed, feeling slightly hurt, but mostly worried. “You’re not suiting up?” he asked, trying desperately to keep the worry out of his voice.
“Nah, it’s what? 2:30? The Reds are probably all asleep, and let’s face it; they’re not exactly military geniuses… I doubt I’m at risk.” Church walked to the door, then stopped to address Tucker once more. “Get some sleep, Vern… I’ll be alright.” With that, he walked down the hall and out into the dark canyon, barefoot and armor-less.
“I was wondering when the hell you’d get out here.” Said a voice from the dark. The hair on Church’s neck stood up, he shivered at the sound.
“The fuck are you doing out here, red?” He said, managing to keep a significant amount of believable sharpness and anger in his voice, despite how his mind raced at the possibilities this situation presented and his body wanted desperately to act out these scenarios. A quiet click! was heard in the dark; a small orange flame was floating less than 4 feet away from where Church stood. The light moved to meet a cigarette dangling between the lips of the enemy soldier, whose head was revealed in that brief instant. All that could be seen is the dull red glow on the tip of his cigarette.
“… Waiting.” There was a pause, the light burned brighter for an instant, then moved in an arc downward as he exhaled. “Took you fuckin’ long enough.”
The Blue scoffed, “Shut your mouth, Grif.” Church made his move, grabbing the orange soldier’s wrist; his cigarette tumbled to the ground and a small gasp escaped his lips and Church’s free hand pushed him against the base, holding him there by the shoulder. “Look,” Church said threateningly, “I don’t know why you’re pursuing this… But you’d better cut the shit. Once was enough, quit coming for more.”
“Heh, it won’t take much to get me to com- Ow! My fuckin’ shoulder!”
“I… This isn’t happening, Grif.”
“I beg to differ…” Grif said as he broke his wrist free of Church’s grasp, making a move to grab the bluetard’s dick, pulling gently and grinning wildly. He felt the other man’s cock harden in his grasp, eliciting a moan from the Blue, the hand on Grif’s shoulder wavered, its grasp loosened.
Taking his chance, Grif pushed the other man’s chest, turning the tables now. As Church’s back made contact with the cold retaining wall behind him, his mind started to slip away from him; nothing else existed but this moment. Grif leaned in close, his cheek grazing against the other man’s as he spoke “Try not to be too loud this time, ‘kay?” With that, his hands slid down the length of Church’s body, pulling his pants and underwear down effortlessly, he chuckled wryly in Church’s ear before his mouth followed the same trail as his hands.
“Fffffuck…” Church mumbled breathlessly as Grif’s tongue lightly flicked at his tip. The orange soldier’s tongue swirled expertly as he took in Church’s length working it slowly and carefully. He could hear the other man’s moans increasing in volume, it was such a primal, electric sound; Grif’s tongue strokes were getting rougher now, he sped up a bit, now allowing his teeth to brush against Church’s skin. “Oh God… I… Uuuh…” Church’s words failed him and he brought his hand to the back of Grif’s head, grabbing a handful of his dark brown hair as he pushed the kneeling man farther down his length, groaning loudly as he bucked, cock twitching under the ministrations of the Red; on the brink of release. Church threw his head back against the Blue Base, screaming Grif’s name into the black sky as he came.
Church took short, gasping breaths as Grif released him, the rush of the night air on his penis causing another slight twitch. Grif wiped the edges of his mouth clean, grinning from ear to ear. He stood again, pulling up the other man’s pants in the process. “‘This isn’t happening’, my ass… This indecisiveness is your weakness… It’s a good thing one of us knows how to take charge.” Grif ruffled the other man’s hair playfully and started backing away. “Until next time…” he said, laughing as he walked went across the canyon into the night; knowing that there would be a next time.
Fandom: Red vs. Blue
Characters: Leonard L. Church, Lavernius Tucker, Dexter Grif
Prompt: 042. Triangle
Word Count: 1,206
Rating: Hard R
Summary: Church just can't get him out of his mind. But what about Tucker?
Author's Notes: I'm big on people manipulating my dear Church... This is pretty open-ended, but I'm not sure if there will be a follow-up.
Church sighed, frustrated, anxious, ambivalent… He lied there on his bed, hands behind his head; staring up at the ceiling What the hell is going on? I mean… I can’t-I-it’s him… He’s a red for Christ’s sake. “Fuckin’ A…” the shirtless soldier muttered as he sat up (a bit too fast). The blood rushed out of his head making him woozy and giving him an instant headache; he winced quietly, hands on either side of his face.
He swung his legs over the side of the uncomfortable, standard-issue single bed; it creaked as his weight shifted. “What are you doing awake?” said a smooth voice. A warm smile came over Church’s face as he looked up to see his teammate’s silhouette leaning coyly against the doorjamb.
“Heh… I could ask you the same question, Tucker.” Church said, rubbing the back of his head, his other hand now resting on the edge of the bed. “And then some… What’re you doing awake and in my room?”
“Like you’re that stupid…” the younger soldier said under his breath as he moved closer. Tucker bit his lip lightly as he sat down beside his teammate, bringing his hand up to the base of Church’s neck and pulling him in for a passionate kiss.
Church moaned quietly as the other man’s tongue slid slowly into his mouth. Tucker’s hands began moving downward, stroking Church’s bare chest, his right hand playing delicately at the elastic waist of his light blue boxers. “Mmmmnnmm… Tucker…” Church said quietly as he abruptly broke the kiss, he sighed, rubbing his neck and turning to the ceiling once again.
Tucker sat there confused, looking down at the floor, his hand moved over to rest on Church’s knee; fingers slowly, lightly circling his skin. “What’s up?” he said, exhaling deeply. He’d noticed how disconnected Church had been lately; distracted. He’d hoped this little late-night visit would be the thing to bring him out of it. Seeing now that this just wasn’t the case, he felt helpless.
“I-it’s nothing…” Church said, bringing his hand down to meet the other mans. “I think I just need to… Take a walk, clear my head a bit… y’know?”
“Or… You could talk to me about it.” Tucker said quietly, he pulled his hand out from under Church’s and moved it up his body, slowly brushing up against all the right places; coming to rest at his bare hip. “Then again…” He said, smirking wildly, bringing his mouth to Church’s ear, “There are other ways to clear your head.” He whispered. Hot, and breathy against his neck. Tucker nipped lightly at Church’s ear.
“I just… need to take a walk…” the private repeated, grabbing Tucker’s hand reassuringly as he set it back on his own leg; standing up and throwing on a pair of worn, checked pajama pants and a white t-shirt.
Tucker watched him get dressed, feeling slightly hurt, but mostly worried. “You’re not suiting up?” he asked, trying desperately to keep the worry out of his voice.
“Nah, it’s what? 2:30? The Reds are probably all asleep, and let’s face it; they’re not exactly military geniuses… I doubt I’m at risk.” Church walked to the door, then stopped to address Tucker once more. “Get some sleep, Vern… I’ll be alright.” With that, he walked down the hall and out into the dark canyon, barefoot and armor-less.
“I was wondering when the hell you’d get out here.” Said a voice from the dark. The hair on Church’s neck stood up, he shivered at the sound.
“The fuck are you doing out here, red?” He said, managing to keep a significant amount of believable sharpness and anger in his voice, despite how his mind raced at the possibilities this situation presented and his body wanted desperately to act out these scenarios. A quiet click! was heard in the dark; a small orange flame was floating less than 4 feet away from where Church stood. The light moved to meet a cigarette dangling between the lips of the enemy soldier, whose head was revealed in that brief instant. All that could be seen is the dull red glow on the tip of his cigarette.
“… Waiting.” There was a pause, the light burned brighter for an instant, then moved in an arc downward as he exhaled. “Took you fuckin’ long enough.”
The Blue scoffed, “Shut your mouth, Grif.” Church made his move, grabbing the orange soldier’s wrist; his cigarette tumbled to the ground and a small gasp escaped his lips and Church’s free hand pushed him against the base, holding him there by the shoulder. “Look,” Church said threateningly, “I don’t know why you’re pursuing this… But you’d better cut the shit. Once was enough, quit coming for more.”
“Heh, it won’t take much to get me to com- Ow! My fuckin’ shoulder!”
“I… This isn’t happening, Grif.”
“I beg to differ…” Grif said as he broke his wrist free of Church’s grasp, making a move to grab the bluetard’s dick, pulling gently and grinning wildly. He felt the other man’s cock harden in his grasp, eliciting a moan from the Blue, the hand on Grif’s shoulder wavered, its grasp loosened.
Taking his chance, Grif pushed the other man’s chest, turning the tables now. As Church’s back made contact with the cold retaining wall behind him, his mind started to slip away from him; nothing else existed but this moment. Grif leaned in close, his cheek grazing against the other man’s as he spoke “Try not to be too loud this time, ‘kay?” With that, his hands slid down the length of Church’s body, pulling his pants and underwear down effortlessly, he chuckled wryly in Church’s ear before his mouth followed the same trail as his hands.
“Fffffuck…” Church mumbled breathlessly as Grif’s tongue lightly flicked at his tip. The orange soldier’s tongue swirled expertly as he took in Church’s length working it slowly and carefully. He could hear the other man’s moans increasing in volume, it was such a primal, electric sound; Grif’s tongue strokes were getting rougher now, he sped up a bit, now allowing his teeth to brush against Church’s skin. “Oh God… I… Uuuh…” Church’s words failed him and he brought his hand to the back of Grif’s head, grabbing a handful of his dark brown hair as he pushed the kneeling man farther down his length, groaning loudly as he bucked, cock twitching under the ministrations of the Red; on the brink of release. Church threw his head back against the Blue Base, screaming Grif’s name into the black sky as he came.
Church took short, gasping breaths as Grif released him, the rush of the night air on his penis causing another slight twitch. Grif wiped the edges of his mouth clean, grinning from ear to ear. He stood again, pulling up the other man’s pants in the process. “‘This isn’t happening’, my ass… This indecisiveness is your weakness… It’s a good thing one of us knows how to take charge.” Grif ruffled the other man’s hair playfully and started backing away. “Until next time…” he said, laughing as he walked went across the canyon into the night; knowing that there would be a next time.