017 Naked
Characters: Peter/Luke
Peter sat on the locker room bench, checking over the bandages on his shoulder. He was careful not to move it too much as the burns underneath still hurt a bit and he didn't really want to cause himself pain for no reason. The bandages seemed to be holding up pretty well and in no time he'd be fully healed.
Peter didn't look up as someone else moved in. He knew who it was from the way he walked. "You know this is all because of you." Peter frowned and turned around, glaring at Luke's back.
Luke didn't really reply right away, just opened his locker before sitting down on the bench. "It's your own fault. I told you to sit down. Not my fault you can't listen to instructions." Luke pulled off his shoes and put them into the locker. "If you'd stayed in your seat you wouldn't have nearly fallen out of the vehicle and been hit by that stray shot."
"If I'd sat down than who would watch your back when that ghost was trying to get us?" Peter grabbed his shirt out of the locker and flinched a bit as he tried to raise his arm up enough to put it on. His shoulder burned as it moved too high.
Luke sighed and stood up, moving around the bench to stand before Peter. He held his hand out for the shirt and Peter reluctantly handed it over. "You know I was planning on making a jump ahead that it wouldn't be able to follow. We didn't need to be covered. Don't you have any faith in my evasive skills?"
"I do when you're in a pelican or something. Warthogs are different. You forget that there's no seatbelt or anything in the back. I mean if I hadn't grabbed the rear of the jeep then I would have been thrown out. You need to watch the bumps." Peter held his arms out and Luke slipped the shirt over them, making sure his hands went through the arm holes.
"You should keep a better hold on the gun. You would think after all these fights you'd learn to adjust more quickly on what you're shooting at, or at least learn that when the driver says to get down you should. This is just like that time with the hornet."
"This is nothing like that time," Peter snapped. "Besides, that was your fault for not remembering you had someone on your wing. You also should have been watching for fliers coming around the back."
"That's where you should have been looking. I was taking care of what was ahead of me, you should have had my back. Instead you were sniping ground forces." Luke pulled the shirt back and struggled to try to get it correctly over Peter's head.
"I was covering the ground team." Peter grunted in pain. "Damn, haven't you ever put a shirt on? Stop forcing my arm up, that hurts."
"I'm usually taking your shirt off, not putting it on. It's more difficult to get it over your head." Luke growled a bit in frustration and pulled the shirt back off of. "Forget it. That thing isn't going on as long as you're bandaged up. You look better without it anyway." Luke tossed it back into the locker and turned his attention back to Peter.
"You know I can't just walk about the ship without a shirt on. I'll get in trouble with the Sergeant and I really don't want to deal with her after what happened on that last planet." Peter tried to reach around Luke, into his locker, to get the shirt back, but he couldn't quite reach.
Luke laughed and Peter glared up at him. "Sorry, it's just you look perfect from this angle." Luke laughed as he crossed his arms. Peter didn't let the comment go. His good arm moved, slamming his fist into Luke's stomach. The other man double over and looked Peter straight in the eyes. "Well, you're injured, so I'll let it go this one time."
Peter relaxed a bit from his anger and looked at his partner. His expression seemed annoyed, but the man's heart wasn't in it. Luke wasn't trying to pick a fight for no reason. He wanted to take his mind off of things. "Luke, if you're that upset about what happened on the planet, you can talk to me about it."
Luke frowned and shook his head. "Nothing's wrong." Peter just stared at him and Luke caved in. Peter was the one man he could really trust. "I feel bad about that pilot. I should have stopped him from making that run to look for survivors. I could have saved his life."
"At the time you didn't know that and there could have been more survivors. Maybe you could have saved his life, but you had no way of knowing that anti-air wraith was there and would shoot him down. He died like a proper soldier, trying to save others. You can't beat yourself up over things that you should have been able to do in hindsight."
Luke let out a long breath and leaned forward, resting his forehead against Peter's chest. Peter's hand moved up to the back of his neck. It wasn't often that the two of them had moments like this. They were at peace, open, baring their souls. Luke lifted his head from the other man's chest. "All right, that's enough emotion. You going to get naked or do I have to strip you myself?"
Peter sighed and leaned forward, kissing his partner. "You're going to have to work for it." He smirked as he felt Luke's arms move around his waist.