Authors Note:

This is finally Tucker and Washs side of this whole weird story. Have fun in following the two while they try to get their relationship stright(ish) and deal with everything else you don't really need at that time.

And That Grif and Simmons alternate between needing help and trying to help does not make things better.

Chapter one: Just some morning exercises

It was already over a week ago since their adventure. They got away with a black eye. Or a concussion and a wound from a shrapnel in their case. But still, they got lucky once again all things considered. Wash was supposed to stay in bed and take it easy, which he did. Because he really didn't want to tempt Grey to carry out her threats. He was pretty sure she would do it without hesitation. And she was scary as hell.

So he stayed put. Well, mostly. Either way he was back to full health once again.

Simmons was released from hospital yesterday. Grif was more than happy, of course. Things once again fell back into a routine. Mostly at least. Some things were still sort of out of control. Though it was actually only one thing that was out of control. To be exact it was a certain someone.

Somehow it came that Tucker was sleeping more frequently in his bed lately. It was still strange for Wash but he didn't reject Tucker. Well, at least as long as he wasn't naked. And as long as he didn't attempt to anything obscene.

Things were really weird between them. Wash still wasn't sure what to think about the fact that he lately usually woke up next to Tucker.

So also this morning. Though next to Tucker wasn't quite correct in this case. When Wash woke up this morning due to his inner clock he felt a little… crushed. Wash mumbled and shifted. Or tried. He indeed was being squashed. "Tucker…" the older muttered and shifted again. His brain was slowly waking up more and Wash realized that he was laying on his belly and Tucker half on his back. He felt the warmth of his body, his breath against his neck. Wash shuddered slightly and moved again. That caused Tucker to shift too and grumble. He nuzzled his face closer against Washs neck. It was… really strange to wake up with Tucker so close.

A lot of things were strange lately for Wash.

Wash attempted to move once more and this time he was more determinate and shrugged Tucker down. "Gosh, Wash, it's too fucking early" the younger grumbled. He said that every single morning. "You can keep laying for half an hour if you want." Wash suggested. Not because he was being nice but because he didn't care as long Tucker was ready when they were starting the daily drills. And once Tucker got his ass out of bed he was awake rather quick. The only problem was to get his ass up in the first place.

Washington for his part sat up and rubbed his hands over his face. He usually was the first to get up but that didn't mean he was a morning person. He really wasn't. Wash needed his time in the morning. Or a cold shower or coffee or something. Preferably all these things.

While suppressing a yawn Wash tried to climb over Tucker. He had been sleeping between the younger and the wall and Tucker already curled up again. When Wash put a hand next to him so to get out of bed however Tucker turned on his back again and warped both arms around Wash, pulling him down. "Too fucking early…"

Wash, laying awkwardly on Tucker now, sighed. "Tucker, let go."

Instead of doing so, the younger tightened his grip. Wash allowed himself to just lay there with Tucker for a few moments. "We have to get up", he said again.

"Says who?" grumbled Tucker.

"I do."

Tucker groaned shortly but then nuzzled his face against Wash neck. He was a pretty pervert prick most of the time but Wash couldn't deny that Tucker could actually be quite… endearing. When the teal soldiers lips brushed against his, Wash replied the kiss with a small sigh. He didn't mind kissing Tucker. It was still a little odd but nice and it felt good.

The thing was just that this wouldn't stop him from kicking the younger out of bed. So when they parted Wash flicked his tongue over his lips before he said very plainly: "Now get out of the bed."

"Not a chance."

"Seriously Tucker, you can't stay in bed all day", Wash said as he braced part of his weight on his lower arms so not to crush Tucker. But the younger flashed him a grin and then with one swift movement he turned them both around. But he had been too eager with his movement and hit his elbow against the wall. He yelped and sunk down on Wash, gripping his elbow. "Ow, ow, ow" he moaned. Wash under him smirked if nothing else. "Pay more attention to your surroundings" he said with a hint of amusement. Tucker lifted his head and glared at him. After a moment Tucker regained his compose and grimaced before he pushed himself up again. "Trust me, I so can do that. You could stay in bed, too."

"Sorry but I'm not the type to lay around all day. That's boring and unsatisfying." Wash only realized his mistake too late. Tuckers eyes sparked with glee. He flashed the Freelancer a shit eating grin. And, god damn it Grif, Wash had to think about an Oreo. He couldn't help it as a smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. It seemed like this threw Tucker out of his stride. He frowned down at Wash. And honestly, he was caught off guard when Wash reached up and pulled him down for another kiss. But he didn't mind it at all as he returned the kiss. Nice.

Tucker shifted and slipped his hand under Wash shirt, stroking over his side. When he broke the contact it was Tucker who smirked again. "I'm sure I can think of a not at all boring way to satisfy you", he said with his usual cocky grin. Wash groaned and rolled his eyes. "You know how to kill the mood, don't you?"

Tucker only grinned more. "So you are in the mood?" he asked and moved his knee that was placed between the olders leg. Wash squirmed slightly. "Well, even if I was you just killed the mood, didn't I say?" Wash returned. "And now let's get up."

Another Oreo-grin from Tucker. "Oh I can help that. Bow chicka bow wow."

Wash snorted. "Tucker, really. If you don't get down from me I'll make you."

Tucker didn't seem too impressed as he continued to grin. "Oh I know something else to do." He leaned down again and gripped at the Freelancers upper arms with a predatory grin. Wash felt a little uneasy and he squirmed again. Though with Tuckers knee between his legs that wasn't the best idea and so he quickly stilled again. He kept his eyes on his teammate, observing. Tucker grinned maliciously and suddenly let go of Wash and sat back on his heels. "I'm gonna rock your world baby!"

"W-what?"

While Wash was still startled Tucker started rocking back and forth. "Wa-wait", he squealed and attempted to grip Tuckers upper arms but cringed when he rocked harder so the bed hit against the wall. Wash already was flushing in a deep crimson when he got a hold of his younger teammate. "Jesus! Tucker!" Wash shrieked and squirmed while trying to stop Tucker. But he was too flustered to get things straight because holy fuck that was embarrassing!

"Tucker!"

The dark skinned man was grinning with incredible self-stratification as he kept the rocking up, hitting the bed against the wall over and over again. "Keep the screaming up, that's hot." He returned with a grin. Wash stopped his protests and stared at Tucker. What the fuck was wrong with that guy!? "Tucker, what the hell are you doing!?" the older hissed still embarrassed to no end. "Screwing a little with the others", Tucker returned before he grinned and moaned loudly. "Oh Yes Wash! Your so-" He was cut off by Wash who covered his mouth with both hands. "Jesus Christi, not so loud!" he yelped still a few octaves too high.

Tucker was grinning like a fool and gripped Wash hands to move them a way. "Ah! Yes!"

Wash groaned desperately and tried to kick at Tucker which was kind of hard when sill tangled in the blanket and with Tucker sitting on one leg. The Freelancer freed his hands from the youngers grip and shoved his flat hand right in his face.

"Tucker!" Wash yelped again and only realized too late that the pleading tone was exactly what Tucker wanted from him (either way mostly likely). Tucker grinned still like a Cheshire but at least he stopped the fucking rocking. For a moment nothing happened and the two were just looking at each other. Tucker grinned like a maniac and Washs face still was that red it was almost hard to recognize his freckles.

He panted slightly. He stopped in his movement, trying to figure out if he should make Tucker do squats until his legs gave for this or not.

The younger still was smiling and then leaned down and kissed Wash neck and jaw, then softly on his lips. Somehow Wash still felt like strangling Tucker but his kiss felt good and so he sighed, returned the gesture.

Fine, maybe no squats today.

When Tucker pulled away he was still smiling. The distance between their lips was barely enough for him to mutter, "Dude... let's do it for real now."

Okay, definitely doing squats.

Wash rolled his eyes before he, with one swift movement, gripped Tuckers arms and threw him of the bed. The teal soldier landed on the ground with a thud and a low groan. "Ow…" he whined. "What the fuck?"

Wash meanwhile got up and out of bed as well, walking to the old dresser where his suit and armor pieces lay. "Let me tell you three things, Tucker." He said without turning to the younger. "First of all, you really are a mood killer. Secondly you can't keep me from kicking you out of the bed. Lastly, you are going to do a lot of squats today."

Tucker, who still was laying flat on the ground only groaned.

"Also, if you do something as awfully embarrassing again I'm going to strangle you, really" Wash added while taking out his shirt and throwing it on the bed. Before slipping out of his shorts. "That was four" Tucker stated. He lay on his back but lifted his head to watch his teammate. Wash noticed of course. Tucker could tell because his shoulders tensed. "Just… just shut up and get dressed for gods sake." Tucker smirked while he watched Wash from behind as the older reached for the body suit. But he half turned his head to glare over his shoulder. "And quit the staring, seriously."

Tucker kept staring and smirking but said nothing. It wasn't exactly what Tucker wanted. But well, he was used to his hand anyway since years and screwing with Wash that way was fun too. But he also knew he would regret it. But for now it was worth it.

ooo

About twenty minutes after that Wash was dressed, had kicked Grif out of bed and was down in front of their house. He usually started his drills with Tucker here but the last few days Grey insisted he wouldn't do anything like that. He and Tucker would start their laps from here around the capitol. But this time Wash would go with Grif while Tucker was going to get swim lessons. But with the orange soldier Wash planned to only run laps near the training base. In case he was going to collapse. Because he was far heavier than Tucker.

Talking about the teal soldier… even with advance he had because Wash had to wake Grif up he managed to appear two minutes later than the Freelancer.

"You're two minutes too late, that makes ten extra laps and twenty extra squats." He announced. Tucker groaned over dramatically but he knew he was going to do the squats anyway so he might as well start already.

"Aw come on Wash! That's mean!" He still could complain.

"You know what I said. Every minute too late makes five extra rounds and ten extra squats. You can avoid them in coming in time." Instead of mouthing back and being rude Tucker tried to avoid drills lately by whining or being charming. Or trying to be charming. However, that didn't work at all. Wash wasn't that simple.

"Oh yeah? So I was the only one who didn't came in time?" Apparently Grif finally managed to join them as well. Wash turned to the orange soldier with a confused frown. Yes, he was too late as well. But before the Freelancer could point that out he realized the double meaning. Oh. Damn it. His face heated up right away.

"I- It wasn't like that!" sputtered the Freelancer with his high pitched voice. He knew that was exactly what Tucker had wanted to achieve. Just why did it had to work!? At least Wash wasn't generally shy, he just didn't like it to talk about private stuff.

Grif only snorted to his comment. "Yeah sure, that was why the bed was hitting the wall and you guys were moaning each others name. Absolutely mistakable situation dude."

Wash glared at Grif and then at Tucker. The youngest had stopped with the squats and instead sat on the ground, laughing. "Ups, seems like we were doing it a little too intense, right Wash?" he asked with a shit eating grin. One of these fucking days, huh?

"Who said you could stop with the squats?" Wash demanded and Tucker continued indeed but without losing any of his humor. "And we didn't do anything", the Freelancer insisted, glaring at Grif again. "Tucker rocker the bed against the wall to fool you."

Grif smirked and crossed his arms. "Yeah, my sister told that our mom too, when she was twelve."

Tucker again laughed and had a hard time to keep up his squats. "Yeah when I fucked your sister the bed hit the wall, too." Grif was now the one to glare at Tucker with a murderous expression.

"I hope at least you didn't make me uncle yet."

Wash looked from Grif to Tucker and the back. "We didn't do anything", Wash insisted again, then looked at Tucker. "Also, you had sex with Grifs sister? Seriously?" Tucker stopped with his squats and frowned. "Yeah. A lot actually. On the bed, on the floor, on the table, in the shower, behind a rock and her ping pong ball trick was awesome. She-"

"Okay, enough details!" Grif and Wash shout in union. "Okay, really? You had a relationship with Grifs sister?" the Freelancer asked. Did that mean Tucker and Grif knew each other since before the army? Of course Wash didn't knew he also met Sister already.

"No? We only had sex a lot."

"Boah, Tucker, I'm gonna kill you!" Grif snapped.

"Uh, okay, let's go back to the original topic." Wash said quickly because this got out of hand. He rubbed a hand over his neck, like he always did when he couldn't run his hands over his face because of the helmet. But of course it was not that easy. Grif grinned a predatory grin. "Are you jealous, Wash?" He asked and the Freelancer blinked. What the Fuck? Jealous about what? "Wa…? What? No? About what?"

"About Tucker banging my sister."

"Dude, I never heard you say that so smug" Tucker cut in with a grin.

"Shut up!" The older two snapped again in union. "Also, Tucker keep up the squats."

"Come on Wash, don't tell me you're not jealous. Because it sounded like that before. I wouldn't guarantee that Tucker still would be able to tell you all the names of the guys and girls he had sex with."

"Hey, I can!" objected Tucker from the ground and shot the grinning Grif a glare. Wash for his part was mainly confused. Okay, he was pretty sure Tucker was not able to name all his lovers. Wash considered this as somewhat obnoxious but it was none of his business. If anything it would be the question if Tucker had something contagious that concerned Wash. That might be the reason for his rash…? Ugh.

Grif grinned at Tucker, without letting Wash out of his eyes. "Oh yeah? Then better start telling. I think Wash has a slight problem about you being such a woman- and manizer."

Wash scrunched his nose behind the visor. If it would bother him that Tucker had sex with many people – and alien for that matter – then he sure as hell wouldn't want the guy to list them. Also, if he did have a problem Grif would be the opposite of helpful.

Jesus fuck, whey were things getting weirder and weirder?

"And you better start counting the laps. Start running, Captain Grif." Announced Wash then, pulling out his gun and pocking Grif in the back with it, hard. Since they insisted they no longer were privates Wash started saying 'Captain' instead. But he added a sardonic tone to it.

"Ouch! That hurt you jackass!"

"There will be much more hurting if you don't move your ass right now." Retorted Wash calmly but with irritation lingering. He made Grif jog ahead but the guy already was complaining about 50 feet. "And you're going to kill me!"

"If you still have the opportunity to talk, you aren't running fast enough." Wash replied and pocked Grif again, making him run at least a little faster.