Authors Note:

So this is part two of 'Never Ever'. It wasn't planed to turn out like that, really XD

Anyway…

English is not my native language so if you see mistakes or errors, just go ahead and tell me (how to fix it).

Chapter 2: After the game

Wash, Tucker, Simmons and Grif had their room son the second floor unlike the rest of them. "Uhm… How the fuck should I get Simmons to bed now?" Grif asked. Tucker had already gotten up and swayed towards the stairs. "Mutate to hulk or something", he muttered. He definitely was wasted when he tripped over an empty bottle and almost fell on his face. He managed to awkwardly hold on the wall after he stumbled a few steps. Scrunching up his face because his wound stung he groaned. "Holy mother of Jesus Christi, what the fuck…!?" He sounded half angry and half confused what Wash found almost amusing. He got up to with a groan because everything still was kind of aching in his body.

His was also slightly dizzy and his motorics somewhat off but he was by far in the better condition than Tucker. "You are so up for the bed, Tucker." While making sure that Tucker wouldn't fall down the stairs on the way up, Wash heard Grif complain about them leaving him in the misery. But he really didn't feel like he should help the asshole. Asides form the stair climbing Tucker more or less managed to walk normally. Or at least he didn't need help.

So when Wash closed the door of their room Tucker was already dropped on the bed. When Wash turned around however, he saw that the teal soldier was laying on his made bed instead of his own chaotic one.

"Tucker", he said with a sigh. "That would be my bed."

After Tucker only hummed an 'I know' Wash sighed deeply. He didn't have the nerve right now. So the Freelancer only toddled to the other side of the room to Tuckers bed. Sharing a room worked surprisingly well between the two after they were done with their running battle over how cleaned up it had to be and how much one had to wear when sleeping. Wash first hadn't been sure if he could sleep with Tucker nestling around because he had a very light sleep. Turned out to work just fine.

Trying not to think what kind of stuff Tucker sure did in his bed without changing the sheets, Wash lay down and fumbled for Tuckers crumpled-up blanked. He hadn't even really covered himself when he heard a rustle and steps coming toward him. "Dude, you can't go to my bed", Tucker announced and when Wash turned around to shot him an annoyed glare he saw that the dark skinned had already moved to stand in front of his own bed.

"For god's sake", the older muttered under his breath and got up back to his own bed. But as he lay down there, he felt how Tucker sat down next to him. "Tucker, I swear to-", Wash started as he turned around but was cut in by the teal soldier. "Is it okay if I sleep here?"

Wash stared at Tucker somewhat dumb folded. Okay, sure he knew the younger was probably way more drunken than he was but… that didn't really explain this weird question.

"No."

"What?"

"I said no."

"Dude, I didn't even take out my clothes yet!"

"I know. That's great."

"Is that a yes then?"

"No. Go to bed, Tucker."

"I'm on the bed already."

"Your bed."

"You coming too?"

Wash still had no clue at all what the hell Tucker wanted from him. The guy looked simply drunken to him. And he was kind of random and not making sense already when sober. So, annoyed as Wash was, he just groaned and turned on his back. "You know what? Do whatever the hell you want", he grunted and turned away from Tucker now facing the wall. He just wanted his peace and sleep, really.

Actually Wash had been pretty sure that Tucker wanted to annoy the hell out of him or something like this. So the Freelancer didn't really count on Tucker to actually lay down next to him for real. He really tried to ignore his teammate but that was easier said as done. "Hey Wash?"

"Shut up and sleep."

"Can you turn around?"

"I could but I won't."

"Ah fuckberries. C'mon."

Tucker tried again but Wash ignored him strictly as he sometimes would. That was when he suddenly felt Tucker touch him. It wasn't like Wash felt uneasy around him or anything. And Tucker didn't even try to make him turn around. But it was like a reflex when he tensed, simply because the touch seemed unfamiliar. Tuckers hand was warm and laying flat and lightly on his back between his shoulder blades. Wash reminded like this for a few seconds but in the end, he decided to turn around. Tucker pulled his hand away and when the older lay half on his back he frowned. "What are you doing?" Clearly Tuckers brain wasn't really working anymore. He now sat there, looking thoughtfully at Wash. As far as you could say thoughtfully with his slightly gassed over eyes. Right, Wash probably should just kick him out. "Can't you just…", the Freelancer started when Tucker leaned forward and over him. He was a little drunken too so it probably justified that he didn't see it coming at all that the younger would just kiss him.

The moment passed before Washington was able to fully catch up with the situation. So when Tucker drew back and looked down at him Wash was just staring back. The dark skinned put a hand on the matrass next to Wash to brace his weight on it when he leaned down a bit more. He grinned almost devilish and Wash still didn't do anything because he was sure he was heaving what you called a short circulation.

Tucker leaned down fully and kissed him again, a bit more demanding than before but still briefly. "Dude", he said then lowly as he pulled back just enough that their lips didn't touch anymore. "You can either shove me or return it. But you should do something, you know." Washs brain worked again, sort of. Not properly but at least it did work. "I'm thinking", he replied in an almost defending tone. Tucker actually chuckled at that. "Not what you should be doing when someone wants to make out with you."

He kissed him a third time and Wash returned the kiss this time, slowly and almost careful. He felt Tuckers smirk grow. It's not like he was generally shy: he is not. But he was a little unsure about Tucker. And about kissing a man in general. The younger deepened the kiss, got a more demanding. It was different every time when you kiss someone new. But this was different in a new way.

Tucker wasn't sloppy and urgent like Wash actually somehow suspected him to be. In fact, he may be demanding but actually he was… tender in kissing. Washs mind was a bit fuzzy from the alcohol and he couldn't deny that something in him was longing. It was so long ago since someone was so close to him that way.

Tucker shifted to hover better over Wash, his weight braced on his lower arm next to the Freelancers while the fingers of his free hand gently stroked over Wash exposed neck. Without breaking the kiss he titled his head to the side slightly, almost shutting his eyes completely. It felt warm. And Wash thought he wanted more of the tender and affectionate touch. Maybe he didn't even care if it was Tucker or not. Wash let his hands slowly wander up Tuckers arm towards his shoulders. He was neither really tall nor bulky but he was solid and not soft like a woman would be. It was not bad though and when Tucker drew back for a moment to breath Wash exhaled softly. He closed his eyes fully when the younger kissed him again. Tucker had an incredible mess of a felted mane no one knew how he got it under his helmet. But Wash didn't mind as he griped his neck to pull him closer. The kiss and all just felt good and he was tipsy enough not to care about more than that.

Tucker took his action as invention and bit his lower lip lightly. With a sigh Wash opened his mouth replied the French kiss without much of hesitation. It was still somehow odd to think he was making out with a guy, with Tucker, but his brain was shutting down more and more.

He soon felt how Tuckers hand stroke over his chest and lower, then slipping under his shirt. Wash shivered but kept himself from squirming away from the touch. It wasn't new but got unused over the years. At least he didn't remember to be this sensitive to simple touches. But Wash grinned mentally when he felt Tucker trail his fingers over his muscles. They prat then, both panting. Tucker shifted and now put a knee between Washs leg to get more comfortable. The Freelancer let him do it because he was okay with it. It was also him who started another kiss with a low hum before he kissed along Tuckers chin and neck. His skin wasn't soft as a womans and the rumbling groan he got from the action was strange. Not bad but strange. He never thought he would make a guy moan once. But the alcohol in his blood made him at least loose enough to just roll with it and so he kissed along Tuckers neck, nibbling at his skin.

The younger clearly enjoyed this as he titled his head back with another low moan. His hand kept stroking over Washs bare skin, making him shudder again. But he soon felt Tuckers hand in his hair, pulling slightly on it. Wash titled his head back as asked but he barely had time to catch his breath before he was kissed again. This time it was wild and demanding and Washs breath caught for a moment before got the hang on it again. His head was spinning even more and he just went with it as he let his hands slip under Tuckers shirt, shoving it up and exploring his body. When his fingers brush over Tuckers chest and his nipples, the younger groaned in the kiss. Even now the Freelancer vaguely remembers his stupid comments about sensitive nipples. Damn, really? Curiously Wash brushed his thumb over his nipples again. Tucker broke the kiss and moaned audible next to Wash ear.

Oh dear god, the guy was the fucking loud type.

Suddenly Tucker drew back and when Wash cracked his eyes open he just saw how the teal soldier threw his shirt away. Oh, uh. Okay. That was fine – probably.

And suddenly it was as if Tuckers hands and lips where everywhere on him. He was kissing his mouth, his neck and collarbone and his hand shove the Freelancers shirt up, exploring the skin and the scars, making him pant and shiver. His head was spinning even more now but not only in the good way. It was exciting and it felt good and he might even kind of like Tucker that way but everything was rapid suddenly and Wash didn't know anymore if it was really okay like that.

"Tucker…" Wash started and realized that it sounded like a turned on whisper. Oh man, that's not how he intended to sound just now. Tucker kissed him again, demanding and urging. Wash gripped the youngers upper arm tightly. It didn't seem like he noticed that Wash hesitated before he gave in again, returning the heated kiss. It does feel good. But the pace…

"Wait, wait", Wash manages to get out then between panting when Tucker drew back. He didn't really listen though and only went to kiss the Freelancers jaw and his hand moved down Washs body. He felt almost thrilled when Tuckers hand lay warm on his inner thigh. But there was something else mixing in with it. "Hold on, stop", Wash said again and this time he sounded definitely steadier. But Tucker still wasn't listening. Instead he grasped Washs partly erected member through the pants, making the older throw his head back with a gasp as a wave of heat came over him.

But it also causes the something else to get stronger suddenly and cause Washingtons second reaction to this touch.

Punching Tucker right in the face.

Tucker jumped up with a yelp, almost falling off the bed in the process. He pressed a flat hand against his left eye that was hit. "Ah, shit! What the fuck man!?" he cursed.

Wash also pushed himself up meanwhile and got his breathing back to normal. He learned to force his body and mind back under control quickly during the last years. He had to.

But the habit of licking his tongue over his lips when he didn't know how to react right away was something he never really got rid of. He tried not to think too much about the fact that he still tastes Tucker on his lips.

"It should be me asking that", Wash snapped and managed to keep his voice low and even with some effort. Tucker now glared at him but honestly, with only one eye it was even less impressive than normally. "Oh, fuck you. Don't go hypocritical on my now", Tucker returned muffled. "I know there is alone time but for that now", he gestured with the unoccupied hand between him and Wash "it needs both!"

Wash kept glaring at Tucker. "I... it's not…" he started but stopped, looking away before exhaling loudly. To his credit he met the youngers eyes unwavering when he continued to talk. "I didn't mean that. Not per se. I never said I wasn't co-responsible or anything."

"Then why would you fucking punch me in the face, you jackass?" Tucker demanded. "That hurt like bitch."

"Why wouldn't you fucking stop?" Wash returned sharply, anger filtering through his voice now. "I told you… more than once to. Is it really that hard for you to actually listen to people?" He was about to say 'three times' but he had to admit that the first try wasn't very convincing.

Tucker huffed in a mix of anger and frustration while he still had his hand pressed against the aching eye. He also was aware of his half erected member that was well visible in his shorts. "Dude, don't be so over dramatic all the time. With some cogency people usually forget their objections."

The room got quiet and Wash just stared at Tucker. First there was confusion, then pure disbelief that changed to anger. Wash shook his head rapidly. "Oh god", he exclaimed and it wasn't the disbelieving and stunned sound he would make when they did or told him something completely nuts as if it was the most normal thing ever. It was more an outburst of disgust. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Wash actually shout and now it was Tuckers turn to stare. "Are you a cross-grained wackjob or something!?"

So okay, Tucker knew Wash since a while and he knew that you rather didn't piss him off. He could get really mean if he just wanted to. But getting shout at by the Freelancer like that was new. He never saw him go ballistic like that.

"Woah, dude, what did I do now?" the teal soldier tried to defend himself but apparently he did a weak job as Wash suddenly stood, throwing his hands up. "Are you jerk kidding me!? You must have a lot of screws lose in your fucking head!" the blonde man burst out and run his hands through his hair in an attempt to calm down a little before he would let the whole house hear him tell Tucker off. He glared at the younger man with an intensity that made him back away. "I can't believe you asshole."

Tucker was dense, he was insensible and drunken and he didn't knew why Wash was cursing him out like that. But he had had it now. He felt the anger raise in him too. "Hey, now hold on a-"

"No", Wash cut in still angry. "Do you jerk actually even listen to yourself!? You were the one who didn't get 'stop' and 'wait' and 'hold on' because you think urging and pressing is the right way to deal with objection? You need to stop watching porn and go back to reality, you god damn prick."

Even though Tuckers intoxicated brain was slowly getting where this was going he was too stunned by the Freelancers unusual behavior and enunciation to actually reply. He thought Wash would shout more insults at him but he suddenly turned around to just walk right toward the door. "Hey Wash! Where the hell-" Tucker got cut off again but this time by himself because Washington gave someone a piece of his mind the second time this night by showing the middle finger. It was alarming how much more significant this gesture seemed when coming from him than anyone else.

The door to their room closed. He fucking closed it. After going all ballistic on Tucker the guy didn't even give him the stratification in slamming the fucking door too for a chance. Not even anything the teal soldier could use against his CO the next time he got a lecture for slamming the door.

What started so good ended with Wash being pissed off as hell and storming off, leaving a Tucker behind that wasn't sure if his confusion, anger or need overweighed right now.

Fucking shit.

Authors Note: Now that didn't go so well for Tucker. Really, I planed it to be cuter. But with Tucker being rude and somewhat self-assertive and Wash being rather reserved and cautious it was unlikely that this would go down smooth. But hey, it's not the end of the story. They are both in for a few surprises the next day.