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Wash had been with the Red’s and Blue’s for a while now, joining them in battle as well as providing a new perspective for all of Grif and Simmons’ dumb arguments. He was always ready to help, on and off the field. But most importantly, he gave Tucker new hope. New hope that Tucker would get laid one more time, before he died in some new idiotic war.
Things had been pretty dull since the last fight the gang’s been thrown into, and now Tucker needed something to do, or well, someone to do. It wasn’t like Tucker didn’t have feelings for Wash, because fuck was he a sap when it came to Wash, and Wash’s freckles, and Wash’s voice when he was angry, and- okay, not the point. So, Tucker liked Wash, big deal, but he was willing to put those feelings aside, if only to get that man in bed.
Wash was everything Tucker needed in a potential lover. He was buff, he was dominant, and he blushed . Tucker didn’t know why watching someone’s skin flush got him so aroused, but when Wash returned from a run in the morning, covered in sweat, his shirt sticking to the abs Tucker would swear were carved out by Michelangelo himself, and a tinge of red splayed across his cheeks, Tucker had to stop himself from drooling.
Now, Tucker was usually well versed in getting someone to sleep with him, most of the time. But that was always with women, not saying that Tucker hasn’t had his fair share of men in bed too, it’s just, well usually, guys came to Tucker. Not to sound obnoxious, but guys liked Tucker in a way that women didn’t. Guys were drawn to the finesse Tucker just seemed to ooze. Okay, so that’s a lie, Tucker didn’t ‘ooze finesse’ but guys did like him. While Tucker was seen as a ‘player’ to the ladies, he was seen as a cute soldier to guys.
But, Wash? Wash is a whole new story. It was up to Tucker to get Wash to fall into his arms, because for some reason, Wash wasn't as drawn to him as most men were. Tucker used every tactic he had to get Wash to notice him. So far, most of them had seemed to work, well, sort of. They worked for a little bit, enough for Wash’s eyes to follow Tucker for a few more seconds then usual, but not enough that he did anything about it.
So, Tucker decided to declare war. He’d get Wash to want him so bad that he’d have to bring his muscley body over to him and slam him against a wall out of pure need, or so help Tucker he’d swear off men forever, or at least a few months.