It was strangely quiet. There had been an attack, something that they hadn't been expecting, and now Peter McVries was utterly alone. Olson wasn't around, cracking jokes but being terrified the most by what they were doing. Parker wasn't shouting obscenities. Garraty, oh God Garraty, wasn't there. Abraham... Baker... nobody.
"McVries?"
McVries whirled around, reaching for a gun that wasn't there. Shit. He must have lost it somewhere along the way. But it was just the quiet kid with hair almost a lighter shade of blond than Baker's. Davidson's favorite. What was his name... Stebbins? Something like that.
"Oh," McVries said. "Hey."
There was an awkward pause. It was too hot out, McVries's clothes sticking to his skin. He was tempted to strip to his tanktop and undershorts, but he'd get hell from the Major. If he was ever found, that is.
"You seen anyone else?" McVries asked. Stebbins seemed to consider it. A gun was fired somewhere to the west and they drew closer together.
"Olson, back that way. Dead," Stebbins said. McVries grimaced. "He appeared to have walked quite a far distance injured, taking the blood trail into consideration. His intestines were in spread out. It was quite interesting."
"You sick fuck," McVries muttered. Stebbins looked at him, a slight smirk on his face. Christ, why couldn't someone else have found him? Anyone but this guy, really.
"Oh, and Scramm," Stebbins said. "A few others... oh, yes, Parker was in much the same state as Olson. I'm fairly certain I saw Baker as well, though most of his head was blown away so I can't really be sure. And one other... what's his name, the one from Maine... Garraty?"
No.
No.
He wasn't going to accept that. Ray wasn't dead, Olson he could understand, Parker he could live with, but what he couldn't deal with was Stebbins blurting this shit that Ray was dead.
He grabbed onto the front of Stebbins's jacket, pushing him into a tree. "No," he snarled. Stebbins just kept looking at him, that maddening smirk still on his face. His hair stuck to his face, which was sweaty and red and somehow calm. McVries glared, feeling tears make his way down his cheeks and not giving a shit. It's not like he had to be manly about anything, anyway. Olson had cried practically every night, Baker having to crawl beside him to comfort him, there was nothing wrong with crying-
"Are you distraught over your little boyfriend's passing?" Stebbins asked. McVries clenched his teeth and hit him in the face. Stebbins, limp as a rag doll, just let him do it, his head thumping back against the tree. When he lifted it again he looked a bit dazed, but his head was still clear enough to smirk. "Do you need something to numb the pain? I'm not accustomed to kissing men, but if you need the comfort..."
"You know what?" McVries said. He was shaking. Fuck, he was shaking and he didn't know what to do about it. "If what you said is true and everyone is dead, I don't have anything to lose. So I think I'll take you up on your offer. We'll be dead in the next hour anyway."
He only had time to see Stebbins's eyes widen a bit before closing his eyes and kissing him full on the mouth, rough, not loosening his grip on Stebbins's jacket. Stebbins made a small noise in the back of his throat and McVries kept kissing him, sloppily, messily, saliva and a bit of blood making its way into the kiss. Stebbins was completely inexperienced, just standing there, tense, but it didn't matter.
Might as well spend his last moments kissing a rag doll, right?
alright uh i'm pretty sure this is not what the requester was expecting but uh there it is