Don't You Ever Do That Again
“Don’t you ever do that again!” Is the first thing that Wash says when he comes to visit Tucker in the hospital.
“Dude, I totally saved the day!” Tucker protests, trying to pull himself up. Like hell is he going to fight with Wash flat on his back. Well. Unless Wash is into that. Wash shoves him down.
“You were bleeding out, Tucker! You nearly died!”
“This from the dude who fell off like, three cliffs today!”
“It was just one cliff!” Wash says, looking like he’s about a second from throwing his hands into the air and storming off. “You pissed off the mercenary enough to make him stab you through the stomach!”
“Dude, it’s fine! I’ve got another awesome scar to add to the collection! Look, I think it’s going to bisect the one I got from having Junior, it’s going to look great when it’s all healed up!” His stomach is currently a mass of bandages, so it’s not like Wash can appreciate Tucker’s stomach, which is a shame, since Tucker’s abs have never looked better. That’s the problem with being in full armor all the time, Tucker supposes. He doesn’t get to show off nearly as much as he should. He hasn’t even been able to scandalize Wash by sleeping naked in ages.
“Tucker!” Wash sits down next to him, hard. He reaches up, and pulls off his helmet. Tucker stares.
“You nearly died,” Wash says, reaching over and grabbing Tucker’s hand.
“Dude, you’re fucking dramatic,” Tucker says. Then, on impulse, he leans in. Wash follows suit, almost automatically.
On a scale of first kisses, Tucker gives this one about a four and a half. It gets points for Tucker already being shirtless, negative points for blood loss, injury, and the fact that Wash is gripping his shoulder far too tight with his armored glove.
“Agent Washington! If you’re going to disturb my patients, I’m afraid I’m going to have to insist on you evacuating the premises!”
Crazy voyeur doctor lady interrupting them. Tucker tries to decide if that’s going to be a plus or a minus on the hotness. Deciding to go with it, Tucker bits down on Wash’s lip before pulling away, and he grins as Wash lets out something that sounds just a bit like a whine.
And Doctor Grey has her scalpel out. Definitely a negative.
“Better run dude,” he advises in a whisper. Wash scrambles for his helmet, ears the color of Sarge’s armor.
“We’ll—I’ll—talk—”
“Agent Washington!” Grey brandishes her scalpel in a way that should not be as threatening as it is.
“I’ll call you!” Tucker yells cheerfully at Wash’s retreating form.