RaSta 13 [Pacific Rim, Raleigh/Stacker]
Title: RaSta (working title)
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Pacific Rim
Pairing: Raleigh Becket/Stacker Pentecost
Genre: action, romance, mpreg
Summary: Young Raleigh Becket has a crush on Stacker Pentecost. Shit happens, as it's wont to do.
CHAPTER TWO
After being released from Medical, Raleigh spent the next two days in his bunk. As his hormones leveled out he found himself on an emotional roller coaster. He didn't want to see anyone and he definitely did not want to be seen.
Yancy played the part of the worried big brother to the hilt. He brought Raleigh his meals and turned visitors away with the excuse that Raleigh had caught a small cold.
It was because of Yancy that Raleigh had the peace in which to regain his emotional equilibrium. Without him, Raleigh would have been exposed to the harshness of the world when he felt as delicate as a tea cup with a crack in the side.
On the morning of the third day, Raleigh accepted the breakfast tray Yancy brought only to shunt it off to the bedside table. He reached out instead and pulled Yancy down on his bunk by the front of his shirt.
"Whoa, whoa, Rals. What's going on here?" Yancy asked, though he gamely sat down beside him.
Raleigh rested his head against Yancy's arm and hugged his shoulder. "I want to say thank you for everything you've done for me. You're the best big brother the world has ever known."
"Well, I knew that." There was the usual over-the-top ego, but Raleigh could tell from his tone that Yancy was touched. "I love you, Rals. You're my baby brother and I'd do anything for you."
"I love you too, Yancy."
They stayed like that for a couple of minutes. Then Raleigh coughed to clear his throat and sat up. He picked up the breakfast tray and laid it across his lap and things went back to normal. Though Raleigh was glad that he'd at least said the words. Yancy needed to know that he was appreciated.
"So, uh, what are we doing today?" Raleigh asked.
"The same thing we do everyday, Pinky. Try to save the world."
Raleigh groaned. "Oh, that's awful."
"I know." Yancy grinned.
And life was normal again. Or as normal as it got in the Shatterdome, where people piloted giant robots against giant monsters and fought to save the world.
*
Raleigh spent the days after his collapse regaining his strength--both mental and physical--and letting his hormones settle. He hadn't realized how hormone-driven he'd been lately, not until he found himself back in his right mind.
His sleep settled itself and the baby-dreams he hadn't realized he'd been having non-stop tapered off. He could *feel* his mind and emotions settling back under his control. It was like the oxygen had stealthily been sucked out of the room, and with it flooding back in he felt heady and full of life.
"I see you're back on your feet, Mr, Becket."
Raleigh refused to tense up and show how rattled he was. He had full rights to walk down the hallway to the Jaeger bay and see his 7080 ton baby.
He turned and flashed Stacker Pentecost a grin. "I didn't realize how crappy I've been feeling until the doc straightened me out. Makes you wonder how long I wasn't myself for."
"You've still got a couple more days until you're able to go back on duty," Stacker observed more than said.
"Doc Brown wants to be more safe than sorry." Raleigh stuffed his hands in his pockets and wondered how awkward he was supposed to feel. They'd fucked, he'd gotten embarrassingly emotional, and now he was wondering how much of it had been real. Yet he was still attracted to Stacker. He still found him a handsome man and a commanding presence that made parts of him want to stand up at attention. He just had more self-control now than last month, when hormone-driven desperation would have made a fool out of him.
If hormones hadn't been riding him so hard, he and Stacker wouldn't have hooked up. Sure, he'd still have his highly inappropriate crush--Stacker Pentecost was a *LEGEND*---but he would never have acted on his attraction. Their relationship would have remained the typical one between a *very* commanding officer and the slightly insubordinate younger officer he was tasked with keeping in line.
But hormones and feelings had happened, and there'd been plenty of lust and athletic sex between them. Which made standing here awkward and weird because Raleigh wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. He probably shouldn't be wanting his commanding officer to bend him over the nearest surface.
*This is crazy,* Raleigh thought. But he was nothing if not boldly fearless.
"You wanna get some coffee?" he asked.
There was a brief flash of surprise in Stacker's eyes. "As you wish, Mr. Becket."
Raleigh flashed his most devil-may-care grin. "I wish."
* * *
Coffee became lunch became dinner. Dating became a thing that they did and people stopped being surprised on seeing them hit the mess hall together.
Things were going good. No sex yet and no exchange of rings, but it was nice to sit together and talk.
The more he learned about Stacker, the more Raleigh found to like. Until he was seriously wondering if they could have something lasting and real.
When idle thoughts of relationship permanence entered Raleigh's mind, he carefully packed them away for later. There was no overwhelming urge for marriage, mating, and motherhood. He took it to mean his hormones weren't totally calling the shots and maybe his feelings for Stacker were real. He could hope anyway.
"You're glowing."
Raleigh looked at Yancy. "What?"
"I said, you're glowing." Yancy laid down the magazine he'd bought off one of the techs in LOCCENT. Raleigh averted his gaze from the folded over image of his own face. He and Yancy had been photographed in front of Gipsy Danger, both wearing cocky grins and their bomber jackets.
"I have no idea what you mean." Raleigh glanced at his reflection in the mirror beside his bunk. There was a bit of added color to his cheeks, but that could have been wind burn. "I look the same as I always do."
Yancy snorted and crossed his arms. "You are not looking with the right kind of eyes, brother dear. You definitely have a *glow* about you. Are you sure you're not in love?"
"What? No!" Raleigh could feel embarrassed heat crawling across his neck and burning the tips of his ears.
Yancy laughed. "Doth he protest too much? Aye, and not enough."
"Yance!" Raleigh scrubbed his hand over his face, trying to wipe away all expression. "Please don't do the fake Shakespeare thing anymore."
"You know you love it." Yancy's grin was sly and his eyes sparkled with near-cruel mirth. "Just like you love Pentecost."
There was no thought involved, just the physicality of roughhousing with his older brother. Raleigh gave a warrior's yell as he leapt onto Yancy's bunk knees first, trying to get him into a headlock.
For a few minutes it was a free-for-all of elbows, knees, and slapping hands. There was no intent to really hurt each other, their martial arts training set aside for playful wrestling.
Somehow Raleigh found himself in a headlock, his bare feet scrabbling against Yancy's blanket and the cinder block wall. He wasn't sure how things had been turned around on him, but he quickly realized the futility of his escape attempts. Yancy knew him better in some ways than he knew himself.
He slapped his palm against Yancy's shoulder. "Mercy, mercy, I give up. Uncle! Uncle! Geez Yance, *uncle!*"
Yancy laughed, a warm puff against Raleigh's ear. "I'm not letting go until you speak the truth."
"Fine, fine, I'm glowing. I'm effervescent. Let me go." Raleigh tried to pull his face away from Yancy's armpit. "At least put a shirt on, you jerk."
"Aw, you say the sweetest things, Rals. I can see why Pentecost fell for your charms. You definitely have some serious wiles." Still laughing, Yancy laid a smacking kiss on Raleigh's cringing face before letting him go. "Don't say I never do anything for you."
Raleigh sat up and rested his back against the wall. He fought to get his breath back, his face now hot with exertion instead of embarrassment. He raked a hand through his hair before trying to smooth it back into order. "God, take a shower, why don't you. Your pits smell like someone was cutting onions before abruptly dying."
Yancy flopped on his back, his grin turned in Raleigh's direction. "It's your fault for starting some shit. If you didn't want to experience the pits of greatness you shouldn't have turned things physical. You know you always lose."
Raleigh made a grumbling-growly sound in his throat. "Asshole."
"Right back at you, kid." Yancy's eyes softened and his mouth lost the teasing smirk. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right? I'm always willing to listen."
"I know." Raleigh averted his gaze, but couldn't stop his lips from curving up. "You're not a terrible big brother, you know? I could have done much worse."
Yancy rolled on his side, propping his cheek on his hand. "And just so you know, I could have done worse in the little brother department too."
They stayed looking at each other for a long moment, but there was nothing awkward about it. All Raleigh knew was that he was lucky to have Yancy in his life. He definitely won the big brother lottery somehow.
Then Yancy sat up with a stretch. "Well, enough of that. I'm thinking I'm going to see if Tendo wants to watch a movie. And I'm sure there's about a million things you'd like to do to Pentecost." He winked, throwing himself off the bunk before Raleigh could hit him.
"Asshole!"
Yancy laughed.
TBC...
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Pacific Rim
Pairing: Raleigh Becket/Stacker Pentecost
Genre: action, romance, mpreg
Summary: Young Raleigh Becket has a crush on Stacker Pentecost. Shit happens, as it's wont to do.
CHAPTER TWO
After being released from Medical, Raleigh spent the next two days in his bunk. As his hormones leveled out he found himself on an emotional roller coaster. He didn't want to see anyone and he definitely did not want to be seen.
Yancy played the part of the worried big brother to the hilt. He brought Raleigh his meals and turned visitors away with the excuse that Raleigh had caught a small cold.
It was because of Yancy that Raleigh had the peace in which to regain his emotional equilibrium. Without him, Raleigh would have been exposed to the harshness of the world when he felt as delicate as a tea cup with a crack in the side.
On the morning of the third day, Raleigh accepted the breakfast tray Yancy brought only to shunt it off to the bedside table. He reached out instead and pulled Yancy down on his bunk by the front of his shirt.
"Whoa, whoa, Rals. What's going on here?" Yancy asked, though he gamely sat down beside him.
Raleigh rested his head against Yancy's arm and hugged his shoulder. "I want to say thank you for everything you've done for me. You're the best big brother the world has ever known."
"Well, I knew that." There was the usual over-the-top ego, but Raleigh could tell from his tone that Yancy was touched. "I love you, Rals. You're my baby brother and I'd do anything for you."
"I love you too, Yancy."
They stayed like that for a couple of minutes. Then Raleigh coughed to clear his throat and sat up. He picked up the breakfast tray and laid it across his lap and things went back to normal. Though Raleigh was glad that he'd at least said the words. Yancy needed to know that he was appreciated.
"So, uh, what are we doing today?" Raleigh asked.
"The same thing we do everyday, Pinky. Try to save the world."
Raleigh groaned. "Oh, that's awful."
"I know." Yancy grinned.
And life was normal again. Or as normal as it got in the Shatterdome, where people piloted giant robots against giant monsters and fought to save the world.
*
Raleigh spent the days after his collapse regaining his strength--both mental and physical--and letting his hormones settle. He hadn't realized how hormone-driven he'd been lately, not until he found himself back in his right mind.
His sleep settled itself and the baby-dreams he hadn't realized he'd been having non-stop tapered off. He could *feel* his mind and emotions settling back under his control. It was like the oxygen had stealthily been sucked out of the room, and with it flooding back in he felt heady and full of life.
"I see you're back on your feet, Mr, Becket."
Raleigh refused to tense up and show how rattled he was. He had full rights to walk down the hallway to the Jaeger bay and see his 7080 ton baby.
He turned and flashed Stacker Pentecost a grin. "I didn't realize how crappy I've been feeling until the doc straightened me out. Makes you wonder how long I wasn't myself for."
"You've still got a couple more days until you're able to go back on duty," Stacker observed more than said.
"Doc Brown wants to be more safe than sorry." Raleigh stuffed his hands in his pockets and wondered how awkward he was supposed to feel. They'd fucked, he'd gotten embarrassingly emotional, and now he was wondering how much of it had been real. Yet he was still attracted to Stacker. He still found him a handsome man and a commanding presence that made parts of him want to stand up at attention. He just had more self-control now than last month, when hormone-driven desperation would have made a fool out of him.
If hormones hadn't been riding him so hard, he and Stacker wouldn't have hooked up. Sure, he'd still have his highly inappropriate crush--Stacker Pentecost was a *LEGEND*---but he would never have acted on his attraction. Their relationship would have remained the typical one between a *very* commanding officer and the slightly insubordinate younger officer he was tasked with keeping in line.
But hormones and feelings had happened, and there'd been plenty of lust and athletic sex between them. Which made standing here awkward and weird because Raleigh wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. He probably shouldn't be wanting his commanding officer to bend him over the nearest surface.
*This is crazy,* Raleigh thought. But he was nothing if not boldly fearless.
"You wanna get some coffee?" he asked.
There was a brief flash of surprise in Stacker's eyes. "As you wish, Mr. Becket."
Raleigh flashed his most devil-may-care grin. "I wish."
* * *
Coffee became lunch became dinner. Dating became a thing that they did and people stopped being surprised on seeing them hit the mess hall together.
Things were going good. No sex yet and no exchange of rings, but it was nice to sit together and talk.
The more he learned about Stacker, the more Raleigh found to like. Until he was seriously wondering if they could have something lasting and real.
When idle thoughts of relationship permanence entered Raleigh's mind, he carefully packed them away for later. There was no overwhelming urge for marriage, mating, and motherhood. He took it to mean his hormones weren't totally calling the shots and maybe his feelings for Stacker were real. He could hope anyway.
"You're glowing."
Raleigh looked at Yancy. "What?"
"I said, you're glowing." Yancy laid down the magazine he'd bought off one of the techs in LOCCENT. Raleigh averted his gaze from the folded over image of his own face. He and Yancy had been photographed in front of Gipsy Danger, both wearing cocky grins and their bomber jackets.
"I have no idea what you mean." Raleigh glanced at his reflection in the mirror beside his bunk. There was a bit of added color to his cheeks, but that could have been wind burn. "I look the same as I always do."
Yancy snorted and crossed his arms. "You are not looking with the right kind of eyes, brother dear. You definitely have a *glow* about you. Are you sure you're not in love?"
"What? No!" Raleigh could feel embarrassed heat crawling across his neck and burning the tips of his ears.
Yancy laughed. "Doth he protest too much? Aye, and not enough."
"Yance!" Raleigh scrubbed his hand over his face, trying to wipe away all expression. "Please don't do the fake Shakespeare thing anymore."
"You know you love it." Yancy's grin was sly and his eyes sparkled with near-cruel mirth. "Just like you love Pentecost."
There was no thought involved, just the physicality of roughhousing with his older brother. Raleigh gave a warrior's yell as he leapt onto Yancy's bunk knees first, trying to get him into a headlock.
For a few minutes it was a free-for-all of elbows, knees, and slapping hands. There was no intent to really hurt each other, their martial arts training set aside for playful wrestling.
Somehow Raleigh found himself in a headlock, his bare feet scrabbling against Yancy's blanket and the cinder block wall. He wasn't sure how things had been turned around on him, but he quickly realized the futility of his escape attempts. Yancy knew him better in some ways than he knew himself.
He slapped his palm against Yancy's shoulder. "Mercy, mercy, I give up. Uncle! Uncle! Geez Yance, *uncle!*"
Yancy laughed, a warm puff against Raleigh's ear. "I'm not letting go until you speak the truth."
"Fine, fine, I'm glowing. I'm effervescent. Let me go." Raleigh tried to pull his face away from Yancy's armpit. "At least put a shirt on, you jerk."
"Aw, you say the sweetest things, Rals. I can see why Pentecost fell for your charms. You definitely have some serious wiles." Still laughing, Yancy laid a smacking kiss on Raleigh's cringing face before letting him go. "Don't say I never do anything for you."
Raleigh sat up and rested his back against the wall. He fought to get his breath back, his face now hot with exertion instead of embarrassment. He raked a hand through his hair before trying to smooth it back into order. "God, take a shower, why don't you. Your pits smell like someone was cutting onions before abruptly dying."
Yancy flopped on his back, his grin turned in Raleigh's direction. "It's your fault for starting some shit. If you didn't want to experience the pits of greatness you shouldn't have turned things physical. You know you always lose."
Raleigh made a grumbling-growly sound in his throat. "Asshole."
"Right back at you, kid." Yancy's eyes softened and his mouth lost the teasing smirk. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right? I'm always willing to listen."
"I know." Raleigh averted his gaze, but couldn't stop his lips from curving up. "You're not a terrible big brother, you know? I could have done much worse."
Yancy rolled on his side, propping his cheek on his hand. "And just so you know, I could have done worse in the little brother department too."
They stayed looking at each other for a long moment, but there was nothing awkward about it. All Raleigh knew was that he was lucky to have Yancy in his life. He definitely won the big brother lottery somehow.
Then Yancy sat up with a stretch. "Well, enough of that. I'm thinking I'm going to see if Tendo wants to watch a movie. And I'm sure there's about a million things you'd like to do to Pentecost." He winked, throwing himself off the bunk before Raleigh could hit him.
"Asshole!"
Yancy laughed.
TBC...