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the pacific, chuckler/leckie; 384
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Leckie dreams of clean white sheets. He dreams of hot showers and skin scrubbed clean and towel dried, slipping naked between the linens and drifting off to the sound of gunfire.
He always wakes at this point, this time on a rusty tin can floating somewhere in the pacific on their way to yet another island he can't pronounce.
He doesn't remember screaming, but Chuckler's crouched low and crawling into his bunk - a comfort they have not always been allowed - his hands going to Leckie's shoulders and neck, words of concern on his lips.
"Shit, sorry," Leckie manages, and is aware of two things in this moment: the proximity of Chuckler's mouth to his own, and the fact that the door is closed and they're alone.
"Jesus fuck," Chuckler says, releasing his grip, dropping his forehead to Leckie's shoulder. "You scared me right out of my bunk."
Leckie laughs, his hands resting easily along the back of Chuckler's neck, and then gripping hard. He gives a look and Chuckler's voice drops low, almost to a growl.
"Won't have much time," he tells Leckie, but by then Leckie's already covering Chuckler's mouth with his.
It is a momentary luxury, as are the bunk and the scratchy, not-quite-white sheets beneath them. Leckie silently thanks whoever the fuck it was that shut the door when he feels Chuckler's cool fingers ghost over the exposed skin at his waist and dip below his trousers.
"Fuck," he gasps, thrusts his hips when Chuckler wraps his fingers around his cock.
He does his best concentrate enough to get Chuckler's pants undone, knows that there won't be time for proper fucking, just a couple of quick hand jobs and messy kisses. Chuckler's mouth breaks with his when Leckie finds him hard and squeezes roughly.
The two soldiers move in a hurried frenzy, their hushed grunts and whispers growing almost too loud until they both come, bottom lips bitten, spilling hot into each other's hands.
Chuckler is the first to recover, and he stands, tossing Leckie something to clean up with. He does the same, dresses himself and sits back down on the edge of Leckie's bunk. "That'll keep me going for weeks," he tells him, a whisper.
Leckie sits up, pulls Chuckler into a kiss.
"Oh, it better."
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the pacific, chuckler/leckie; 384
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slybrunette; prompt-linen; beta-gigglemonsterLeckie dreams of clean white sheets. He dreams of hot showers and skin scrubbed clean and towel dried, slipping naked between the linens and drifting off to the sound of gunfire.
He always wakes at this point, this time on a rusty tin can floating somewhere in the pacific on their way to yet another island he can't pronounce.
He doesn't remember screaming, but Chuckler's crouched low and crawling into his bunk - a comfort they have not always been allowed - his hands going to Leckie's shoulders and neck, words of concern on his lips.
"Shit, sorry," Leckie manages, and is aware of two things in this moment: the proximity of Chuckler's mouth to his own, and the fact that the door is closed and they're alone.
"Jesus fuck," Chuckler says, releasing his grip, dropping his forehead to Leckie's shoulder. "You scared me right out of my bunk."
Leckie laughs, his hands resting easily along the back of Chuckler's neck, and then gripping hard. He gives a look and Chuckler's voice drops low, almost to a growl.
"Won't have much time," he tells Leckie, but by then Leckie's already covering Chuckler's mouth with his.
It is a momentary luxury, as are the bunk and the scratchy, not-quite-white sheets beneath them. Leckie silently thanks whoever the fuck it was that shut the door when he feels Chuckler's cool fingers ghost over the exposed skin at his waist and dip below his trousers.
"Fuck," he gasps, thrusts his hips when Chuckler wraps his fingers around his cock.
He does his best concentrate enough to get Chuckler's pants undone, knows that there won't be time for proper fucking, just a couple of quick hand jobs and messy kisses. Chuckler's mouth breaks with his when Leckie finds him hard and squeezes roughly.
The two soldiers move in a hurried frenzy, their hushed grunts and whispers growing almost too loud until they both come, bottom lips bitten, spilling hot into each other's hands.
Chuckler is the first to recover, and he stands, tossing Leckie something to clean up with. He does the same, dresses himself and sits back down on the edge of Leckie's bunk. "That'll keep me going for weeks," he tells him, a whisper.
Leckie sits up, pulls Chuckler into a kiss.
"Oh, it better."
-fin
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Date: 2010-05-11 04:56 am (UTC)Have I mentioned lately that I love you? This is like the itch that no one was going to scratch for me and then, miraculously, the stars aligned and you started watching and thank fuck for that because this is magnificent and leaves me wanting more, more, more.
I love the contrast between the two opening lines, love how well it sets the scene and Chuckler checking on Leckie having a bad dream (that mother hen thing was not far off in that other prompt) and then the dialogue is perfect and the other stuff is HOT. I like the secrecy thing. And the ending. A lot.
You are awesome.
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Date: 2010-05-11 05:07 am (UTC)Defying the canon timeline feels slightly wrong, but I could probably talk myself into it.
I am especially glad you liked the dialogue actually, I was trying to get their voices right but I wasn't sure if it worked out.
Thank you for the prompt. ♥
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Date: 2010-05-11 11:53 am (UTC)KC WHY DO YOU DO THESE THINGS TO ME! J/K ILU 4EVER.
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Date: 2010-05-11 01:41 pm (UTC)I made this just for you: Chuckler & Leckie (http://crickets.livejournal.com/346482.html)
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Date: 2010-05-11 05:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-11 06:39 pm (UTC)Thanks for writing this, yo!
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Date: 2010-05-11 11:25 pm (UTC)And also, fyi, I may or may not have prompted chuckler/leckie/stella over at the kink meme thing... lol.
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Date: 2010-05-11 11:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-12 12:58 am (UTC)AND SHUT UP. I...sort of want to write that? We'll see what my next study break brings me, haha. Pretty sure in my sleep-deprived, overly caffeinated state something could be written haha.
EDIT: Wait, I think I read your original comment wrong because I just wandered over to the kink meme and LO AND BEHOLD, THAT THREESOME HAS BEEN WRITTEN! About to read it haha.
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Date: 2010-05-12 01:07 am (UTC)I hate that you're right.
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Date: 2010-05-12 01:54 am (UTC)I haven't read it yet and it appears that they apologized for the mixup, but still, disappointing.
Oh, ETA: Please write that threesome, please? kthx.
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Date: 2010-05-12 01:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-19 09:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-19 11:28 pm (UTC)As if these boys together aren't sexy enough!
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Date: 2010-06-04 04:29 pm (UTC)Seriously, though, I think I've got a new favorite pairing. And you are to blame! (along with the parents of these actors, for making such sexy sons.) ;D
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Date: 2010-06-05 12:59 am (UTC)Did you catch my Chuckler/Leckie/Stella fic?
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