This one, from High Flyin' Dukes, is piggy-backed off the previous vignette, Swimmy Headed. It's also probably the closest to graphic that any of these vignettes come. Much of the dialogue is actually from the original episode.
"I'd do it if I wasn't driving, you know that." How convenient for Luke that he's too busy twiddling a steering wheel to swing from a ladder that's hanging off the wing of a plane.
Then again—
"Yeah, you would, wouldn't you." Yep, Luke would, and there wouldn't be any of the keep-calm deep breathing that Bo is forced to do right now either.
Jesse's opposed to the idea, and not so long ago, that would have been Bo's ticket out. Now he's been challenged (and just look at how pleased Luke is with himself) to prove himself in ways that Jesse would never approve of nor understand.
At the center of every stupid thing Bo's ever done, there's Luke. This time it's one stupid thing wrapped around another, and there, in the eye of the storm he's creating, sits Luke with that smirk on his face.
Prove to me that you can handle something this dangerous, Bo.
They've dared to kiss, to rub, to jack each other off. Luke's already taken the bigger risk, by starting things, by going against his skeptical nature and trusting Bo that much.
The next step… they've been struggling over that for the past two weeks. Not only doing it, but who gets to do what to whom. Luke reckons they shouldn't, that it's more than Bo can handle, either way. Bo reckons Luke's a chicken. They've been at an impasse, but Luke's just upped the ante. Remember, Bo, I ain't the one that's scared of a challenge.
Daisy's trying to get him out of it, too, up there refusing to drop the ladder. Dang it, why does he have to put so much effort into pulling off such a fool stunt? He is reduced to begging her to help him get himself killed.
The ladder comes down and he grabs on. Before he can even get his feet settled anywhere, Daisy's pulling him away. It takes all the strength in his arms to get his long body up enough to rest his knees on the bottom rung.
The rest of it goes by in a blur. Hanging in the air with no place to go while gunshots ring off below him is not his idea of fun. The second he's close enough to drop onto the car he does so. He'll take his chances against the extortionists inside. They're a lot less dangerous to him when he's this much closer to the ground.
With Daisy's help from above, he manages to subdue one guy while Luke screams up in the General to take out the other one. By the time Enos shows up to cart the bad guys away, Luke's looking remorseful. But Jesse's right there and Daisy can see every move they might make from overhead, so there's nothing to do but get into the car and go home.
Come dark, Luke's making their excuses for them. That fox that's been stealing from the henhouse is still on the prowl, and he and Luke will camp out behind the barn in an attempt to put a stop to it, once and for all. They collect their bows and arrows, dig out their sleeping bags, and take turns in the bathroom. Luke runs into him in the hall as they're getting ready, gives him a resolute nod.
Yeah, I'm as ready as I'm going to be.
Bo has won the right to do things his way. Which is how they come to be sprawled out on Luke's sleeping bag, naked under the moon, Bo on top and grinding down against that hard body beneath him. Luke's eyes are rolling back in his head, halfway there already. It's time.
"Luke," he puffs, more air than vocal chords. "Cold cream."
"Why don't you—" There's a kiss in there somewhere. "Get it?"
It would make sense, Bo's on top and can see exactly where it has rolled off to.
Still: "I'd do it—" Luke's found that spot just under his chin, stopping everything for a minute until Bo adjusts himself to the sensation. "If I wasn't driving."
