RaSta 02 [Pacific Rim, Raleigh/Stacker]
Title: RaSta
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Pacific Rim
Pairing: Raleigh Becket/Stacker Pentecost
Genre: action, romance, mpreg
That weekend away had been perfectly timed. It seemed as though they'd barely been back a day before events conspired to keep them apart. Some senator was lobbying for an Anti-Kaiju Wall that he thought would protect the coasts from attacks. He saw the Wall as a more cost-effective expense than to build and maintain the jaegers.
Stacker spent months in Washington, D.C. lobbying against proposed cutbacks to the Jaeger Program. He returned triumphant, but by that time Raleigh had to wonder if they'd have to work to regain the time lost.
It could be a ridiculous fear, but he worried that the time apart had led Stacker to rethink their relationship. There seemed to be a distance between them now. Standing in the same room, it felt as though they were miles apart, and Raleigh didn't know what to do about it.
He had a hard time reading Stacker's facial expressions on the best of days. With Stacker actively hiding his thoughts, Raleigh felt like he'd run into a wall and bounced.
*Maybe he's built himself an Anti-Raleigh Becket wall*, he thought, then winced at how self-pitying he sounded. He was glad he hadn't said that to Yancy. He'd be facing days of mockery.
With Stacker keeping him at arm's length, Raleigh spent his free time in the gym working out. He might have been tempted by the thought of a spar, but he didn't trust himself not to hurt his partner. He tried to fill his time to keep himself from brooding.
"You're going to get fat if you keep that up."
Raleigh turned to look at Yancy. "What?" he asked, swiping his arm across his sweaty face. He'd been hitting the punching bag for the last hour.
"You keep eating that much candy and you're either going to rot your teeth or get fat." Yancy came to stand nearby, crossing his arms as he examined Raleigh closely. "What's got you so knotted up inside?"
"What? Nothing," Raleigh said.
Yancy stared harder. Raleigh shifted uncomfortably under his attention. "Stop staring at me."
"I'm not staring," Yancy said. "I'm just trying to figure out what's going on with you."
Raleigh released the velcro straps on his boxing gloves and pulled them off. "There's nothing going on."
"And that's the problem, isn't it?" Yancy looked enlightened. "When was the last time you had a date with Pentecost?"
Raleigh looked around, making sure they were alone. "It's no big deal," he said. "Sometimes things don't work out, and it looks like me and Stacker haven't worked out. It doesn't have to mean anything."
"Except your feelings are hurt." Yancy shook his head. "You have to say something to him. You can't let him keep you drifting through limbo like this. It's not fair."
"Life isn't fair," Raleigh said. "It is what it is. We went out a few times, and I guess I'm not what he's looking for. I would have liked it if he'd told me to my face that we were incompatible, but I'm not going to cry about it."
"If you cried, you could probably get it out of your system." Yancy uncrossed his arms with a sigh. "Come on, let's go get something to eat. I hear they've got a new cook in the commissary. You can eat your feelings for a while."
Raleigh lightly punched Yancy's shoulder. "Shut up," he said. If he didn't nip it in the bud, Yancy could become terrible with his teasing. It wasn't anything he wanted to hear at the moment. The wounds were too raw.
"Let's go get something to eat," he said, heading toward the door.
Yancy's hand on his shoulder stopped him. "Why don't you take a shower first? You stink."
"Thanks for that," Raleigh said, but obligingly changed direction toward the locker room. "Give me five."
"I'll be waiting with bated breath."
"Well, then stand next to the First Aid kit so I can resuscitate your ass."
"This isn't Victorian times. That's not how CPR works." Yancy laughed. "Don't blow smoke up my ass."
Raleigh groaned. "Classy, Yance, classy." He felt lighter though. That had always been Yancy's gift, the ability to keep Raleigh from falling into a brood. Without him around, Raleigh would probably be a shadow-skulking loner with no one to pull him out of his funk.
Leaving Yancy leaning against the wall, Raleigh hurried into the locker room for a five minute shower and a change of clothes. He took the time to brush his teeth and run a comb through his hair before rejoining Yancy.
"Is this better, your majesty?" he asked, holding his arms out wide.
Yancy gave him a once-over. "You're definitely less smelly. Let's go."
Raleigh rolled his eyes at Yancy's back, then jogged to catch up. "I don't know how you could possibly be ruder."
Yancy peeked over his shoulder. "I could manage."
"I'm sure," Raleigh said.
TBC...
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Pacific Rim
Pairing: Raleigh Becket/Stacker Pentecost
Genre: action, romance, mpreg
That weekend away had been perfectly timed. It seemed as though they'd barely been back a day before events conspired to keep them apart. Some senator was lobbying for an Anti-Kaiju Wall that he thought would protect the coasts from attacks. He saw the Wall as a more cost-effective expense than to build and maintain the jaegers.
Stacker spent months in Washington, D.C. lobbying against proposed cutbacks to the Jaeger Program. He returned triumphant, but by that time Raleigh had to wonder if they'd have to work to regain the time lost.
It could be a ridiculous fear, but he worried that the time apart had led Stacker to rethink their relationship. There seemed to be a distance between them now. Standing in the same room, it felt as though they were miles apart, and Raleigh didn't know what to do about it.
He had a hard time reading Stacker's facial expressions on the best of days. With Stacker actively hiding his thoughts, Raleigh felt like he'd run into a wall and bounced.
*Maybe he's built himself an Anti-Raleigh Becket wall*, he thought, then winced at how self-pitying he sounded. He was glad he hadn't said that to Yancy. He'd be facing days of mockery.
With Stacker keeping him at arm's length, Raleigh spent his free time in the gym working out. He might have been tempted by the thought of a spar, but he didn't trust himself not to hurt his partner. He tried to fill his time to keep himself from brooding.
"You're going to get fat if you keep that up."
Raleigh turned to look at Yancy. "What?" he asked, swiping his arm across his sweaty face. He'd been hitting the punching bag for the last hour.
"You keep eating that much candy and you're either going to rot your teeth or get fat." Yancy came to stand nearby, crossing his arms as he examined Raleigh closely. "What's got you so knotted up inside?"
"What? Nothing," Raleigh said.
Yancy stared harder. Raleigh shifted uncomfortably under his attention. "Stop staring at me."
"I'm not staring," Yancy said. "I'm just trying to figure out what's going on with you."
Raleigh released the velcro straps on his boxing gloves and pulled them off. "There's nothing going on."
"And that's the problem, isn't it?" Yancy looked enlightened. "When was the last time you had a date with Pentecost?"
Raleigh looked around, making sure they were alone. "It's no big deal," he said. "Sometimes things don't work out, and it looks like me and Stacker haven't worked out. It doesn't have to mean anything."
"Except your feelings are hurt." Yancy shook his head. "You have to say something to him. You can't let him keep you drifting through limbo like this. It's not fair."
"Life isn't fair," Raleigh said. "It is what it is. We went out a few times, and I guess I'm not what he's looking for. I would have liked it if he'd told me to my face that we were incompatible, but I'm not going to cry about it."
"If you cried, you could probably get it out of your system." Yancy uncrossed his arms with a sigh. "Come on, let's go get something to eat. I hear they've got a new cook in the commissary. You can eat your feelings for a while."
Raleigh lightly punched Yancy's shoulder. "Shut up," he said. If he didn't nip it in the bud, Yancy could become terrible with his teasing. It wasn't anything he wanted to hear at the moment. The wounds were too raw.
"Let's go get something to eat," he said, heading toward the door.
Yancy's hand on his shoulder stopped him. "Why don't you take a shower first? You stink."
"Thanks for that," Raleigh said, but obligingly changed direction toward the locker room. "Give me five."
"I'll be waiting with bated breath."
"Well, then stand next to the First Aid kit so I can resuscitate your ass."
"This isn't Victorian times. That's not how CPR works." Yancy laughed. "Don't blow smoke up my ass."
Raleigh groaned. "Classy, Yance, classy." He felt lighter though. That had always been Yancy's gift, the ability to keep Raleigh from falling into a brood. Without him around, Raleigh would probably be a shadow-skulking loner with no one to pull him out of his funk.
Leaving Yancy leaning against the wall, Raleigh hurried into the locker room for a five minute shower and a change of clothes. He took the time to brush his teeth and run a comb through his hair before rejoining Yancy.
"Is this better, your majesty?" he asked, holding his arms out wide.
Yancy gave him a once-over. "You're definitely less smelly. Let's go."
Raleigh rolled his eyes at Yancy's back, then jogged to catch up. "I don't know how you could possibly be ruder."
Yancy peeked over his shoulder. "I could manage."
"I'm sure," Raleigh said.
TBC...