Are We There Yet?
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+M through R › Red vs. Blue
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
6,285
Reviews:
29
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Red vs. Blue, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Here We Go
Title: Are We There, Yet?
Author: Kaid
Fandom: RvB
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash!
Disclaimer: I do not own Rooster Teeth productions. And if they ever find this particular story…too bad for them for making such awesome characters.
Summary: Church + Tucker +Warthog = Good times.
Chapter One: Here We Go
“Move, Tucker!” Church snapped for the third time, static barking over the frequency shared by Blue team. His inferior was lounging in the driver’s seat of their newly acquired Warthog, arms draped over the steering wheel, one armored hand running over the dash. The younger man ignored him.
“Who’s gonna get daddy lotsa poo-tang? Awww, it’s you, baby. All you.” He pressed the cheek of his helmet to the wheel and sighed. Church shook his head, knocking gloved knuckles sharply against his own headpiece in frustration.
“You know what, jackass, here are the keys. We’re going for a drive.”
Tucker’s head shot up, visor turning on Church in a whip of golden light.
“You’re shitting me.” He mumbled in disbelief, then jolted as the keys to the Hog hit him square in the faceplate. His colleague climbed into the vehicle in one smooth movement, a real feat in the enormously heavy armor they all wore.
“Well, you didn’t respond to the fifty other things I’ve said to you. So why the fuck not,” the Blue groused. Tucker rolled the keys in his hands, eyeing their sparkly silver shine, how they glimmered and clinked and begged to be thrust into the waiting ignition. Tucker swallowed thickly and gently, teasingly, slid the keys into the slot beside the wheel. His arm tensed. He let a slow, ragged breath escape his lungs.
“WOAH!” Church wrenched to the side, slamming his hip against the wall of the Hog. “If you’re gonna fucking cum in your pants, at least let me get OUT of the car first!” he yelled.
“Oh fuck you,” Tucker squawked, shaking his head to clear the haze of arousal that had settled over him. He just hadn’t driven in so long. And for Church, CHURCH of all people to be giving him this glorious gift…
“Where are we going?” Tucker asked quietly. Church eyed him warily, but settled back into his seat and crossed his arms over his chest.
“We’re going to pick up a supply drop. Apparently this canyon is too far out of the way for command to bother with, never mind that the bastards traveled lightyears to get here in the first place. You’d think a few extra hundred miles wouldn’t be an issue.”
“A…few extra hundred miles?” Tucker beamed, hand tightening around the inserted keys.
“Hey...,”Church made to back away again, but Tucker just snorted and turned his wrist. The car rumbled to life with a low, bone-jarring purr. The aqua soldier contained a whine and hurriedly pressed his visor to the wheel, stomach muscles rolling in excitement. He curled in on himself, fighting fiercely to hold back a moan.
“Oh my god. You…you’re hard right now, aren’t you?” Church gaped behind his visor, eyes wide and one finger pointing accusingly at the man next to him.
“N-no,” Tucker hissed.
He lied.
“Look,” The cobalt officer paused and cleared his throat. “If you can’t, like, you know, calm down…”
“NO! I’m fine. I’m fine. Let’s do this.” He reached a gloved hand to shift but was stopped by a slap from Church.
“Not yet.” The muscles in Tucker’s thighs tightened and the man tossed his head back against the seat. Thank god Church hadn’t noticed – he was looking over towards the base, clicking the radio and signaling to the third member of their team. “Caboose? Caboose, I need you to do something for me.”
“I am here to serve, sir!” came the peppy reply.
“Uhg, whatever. Look, you need to go down to the basement and check in the really, really big box marked fourteen, okay? Fourteen. Grab one of the cases inside and bring it out to the Warthog.”
“Aye aye, el Capitan!” Caboose sang.
Church grunted as several loud crashes echoed over the receiver. Five minutes later, Caboose emerged from the back of the base carrying a metal box the size of an engine. Church silently admired the power of their largest, and, unfortunately, dumbest companion. The dark blue soldier whistled as he loaded up the crate, and then, instead of giving a normal salute, leaned against the side of the car and bounced happily.
“There’s fuel and food and oil and tools and tires and ammo and two pistols and a tent and I packed a teddy bear in case you get lonely and put in my special blankey to keep you warm because the desert gets cold and-“
“THANK YOU, Caboose. Yes. Thanks. Good job. We’ll keep in touch by radio, alright? Make sure those Reds don’t take our shit.” Caboose nodded enthusiastically and backed away from the hog, waving furiously. Church looked to Tucker. His second in command was staring at him, attention rapt and foot tapping rapidly on the floor. He looked ready to explode.
“Hit it.”
Tucker complied with a howl that roared alongside the engine and bounced off the walls of Blood Gulch. Church slammed his eyes shut as the vehicle tore forward.
This was going to be a long ride.
Author: Kaid
Fandom: RvB
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash!
Disclaimer: I do not own Rooster Teeth productions. And if they ever find this particular story…too bad for them for making such awesome characters.
Summary: Church + Tucker +Warthog = Good times.
Chapter One: Here We Go
“Move, Tucker!” Church snapped for the third time, static barking over the frequency shared by Blue team. His inferior was lounging in the driver’s seat of their newly acquired Warthog, arms draped over the steering wheel, one armored hand running over the dash. The younger man ignored him.
“Who’s gonna get daddy lotsa poo-tang? Awww, it’s you, baby. All you.” He pressed the cheek of his helmet to the wheel and sighed. Church shook his head, knocking gloved knuckles sharply against his own headpiece in frustration.
“You know what, jackass, here are the keys. We’re going for a drive.”
Tucker’s head shot up, visor turning on Church in a whip of golden light.
“You’re shitting me.” He mumbled in disbelief, then jolted as the keys to the Hog hit him square in the faceplate. His colleague climbed into the vehicle in one smooth movement, a real feat in the enormously heavy armor they all wore.
“Well, you didn’t respond to the fifty other things I’ve said to you. So why the fuck not,” the Blue groused. Tucker rolled the keys in his hands, eyeing their sparkly silver shine, how they glimmered and clinked and begged to be thrust into the waiting ignition. Tucker swallowed thickly and gently, teasingly, slid the keys into the slot beside the wheel. His arm tensed. He let a slow, ragged breath escape his lungs.
“WOAH!” Church wrenched to the side, slamming his hip against the wall of the Hog. “If you’re gonna fucking cum in your pants, at least let me get OUT of the car first!” he yelled.
“Oh fuck you,” Tucker squawked, shaking his head to clear the haze of arousal that had settled over him. He just hadn’t driven in so long. And for Church, CHURCH of all people to be giving him this glorious gift…
“Where are we going?” Tucker asked quietly. Church eyed him warily, but settled back into his seat and crossed his arms over his chest.
“We’re going to pick up a supply drop. Apparently this canyon is too far out of the way for command to bother with, never mind that the bastards traveled lightyears to get here in the first place. You’d think a few extra hundred miles wouldn’t be an issue.”
“A…few extra hundred miles?” Tucker beamed, hand tightening around the inserted keys.
“Hey...,”Church made to back away again, but Tucker just snorted and turned his wrist. The car rumbled to life with a low, bone-jarring purr. The aqua soldier contained a whine and hurriedly pressed his visor to the wheel, stomach muscles rolling in excitement. He curled in on himself, fighting fiercely to hold back a moan.
“Oh my god. You…you’re hard right now, aren’t you?” Church gaped behind his visor, eyes wide and one finger pointing accusingly at the man next to him.
“N-no,” Tucker hissed.
He lied.
“Look,” The cobalt officer paused and cleared his throat. “If you can’t, like, you know, calm down…”
“NO! I’m fine. I’m fine. Let’s do this.” He reached a gloved hand to shift but was stopped by a slap from Church.
“Not yet.” The muscles in Tucker’s thighs tightened and the man tossed his head back against the seat. Thank god Church hadn’t noticed – he was looking over towards the base, clicking the radio and signaling to the third member of their team. “Caboose? Caboose, I need you to do something for me.”
“I am here to serve, sir!” came the peppy reply.
“Uhg, whatever. Look, you need to go down to the basement and check in the really, really big box marked fourteen, okay? Fourteen. Grab one of the cases inside and bring it out to the Warthog.”
“Aye aye, el Capitan!” Caboose sang.
Church grunted as several loud crashes echoed over the receiver. Five minutes later, Caboose emerged from the back of the base carrying a metal box the size of an engine. Church silently admired the power of their largest, and, unfortunately, dumbest companion. The dark blue soldier whistled as he loaded up the crate, and then, instead of giving a normal salute, leaned against the side of the car and bounced happily.
“There’s fuel and food and oil and tools and tires and ammo and two pistols and a tent and I packed a teddy bear in case you get lonely and put in my special blankey to keep you warm because the desert gets cold and-“
“THANK YOU, Caboose. Yes. Thanks. Good job. We’ll keep in touch by radio, alright? Make sure those Reds don’t take our shit.” Caboose nodded enthusiastically and backed away from the hog, waving furiously. Church looked to Tucker. His second in command was staring at him, attention rapt and foot tapping rapidly on the floor. He looked ready to explode.
“Hit it.”
Tucker complied with a howl that roared alongside the engine and bounced off the walls of Blood Gulch. Church slammed his eyes shut as the vehicle tore forward.
This was going to be a long ride.