(why am I so bad at titles?!)
Every joke having a kernel of truth in it, or what-have-you, when I jokingly responded to a list of slash pairings someone was complaining about on the Hiss Tank with a ''Roadblock/Tunnel Rat'-- How did you find my fanfiction?', someone actually expressed an interest in finding such a thing, instead of the 'LOL gay' I come to expect. (I am not used to being in a fandom with so many male characters and so few slash fangirls... it's like a foreign country for me!)
So. Yeah.
Title: (untitled)
Fandom: GI Joe: Renegades
Pairing: Roadblock/Tunnel Rat
Rating: PG? Not much happens, but I think I let TR swear a tiny bit. All the violence has already happened off-screen and all the sex is going to have to wait until they aren't sharing sleeping quarters with other people.
Summary: Set *right* after Shipwrecked and before Castle Destro, so, still on the boat.
Notes: 1st person from Tunnel Rat's POV.
Almost everybody's asleep, which is nice for them, but I still feel like if I try sleeping on this tub, I'll just choke on my own vomit in the middle of the night or something. Can you get seasick while you're sleeping?
"Penny for your thoughts?"
Okay, so I'm awake and Roadblock's awake, but that does not mean I have to talk to him, after everything. And okay, yes, I'm very, very glad he's not dead right now, but that still does not mean I have to talk to him.
"Okay, fine." He sighs. "What's your problem?"
"What's my problem? What's your problem?!" I snap. I mean, I snap very quietly, 'cause again, almost everybody's asleep, but some occasions merit a little whispered anger.
"I wasn't aware I had one."
"Don't give me that, you were-- You-- First, it's not like I meant to give your precious Coyote away, it was an accident, and I tried to say it was an accident, but you treated me like dirt. Which I am used to, but not from you."
"I don't-- Look, I didn't--" Another sigh, which I guess one could expect, and then a freaking bear hug, which one could not. Or at least, which I didn't. "You're not dirt. It's the nicest thing you routinely smell like, but..."
"You're hugging me." Stunning observation, me. "You're hugging me, and you're insulting the way I smell. You know, it's not like any of us get a whole lot of access to hot showers. Why are you hugging me?"
"Because. We're done fighting. And you looked like you needed it."
"I did not. I don't look like I need to be hugged."
"You always look like you need to be hugged." He snorts, which can't possibly be true, and I don't know how much of a protest I ought to be putting up because honestly, I like it, but isn't that a really good reason not to let myself get used to it? "So is that it?"
"No. That is not it." The hug drops, and I squirm away so I can at least pretend like maybe I was the one who ended it. Like I wasn't just sitting there wanting to be cuddled, because yeah, I cannot do that. I cannot do this and I don't even know why I like him. "I'm still mad at you."
"You're still mad at me for being mad at you, even though I'm not mad at you anymore?"
Well, when you put it that way, it sounds ridiculous. Luckily, that is not why I am still mad at him.
"For almost dying!" I hiss. "You were gonna drown, and-- and I-- You were just gonna let yourself die in your precious truck, and--"
"I was keeping that truck from killing all of you. It's not a death wish or anything, but someone had to... I don't know, take responsibility. Something. Unless you wanted to get shot."
"No! I-- I want you to not pick going down with your damn truck over-- Nothing. Maybe I'm just tired. Goodnight." I rolled over to face the wall.
Ah, the wall. The wall would never make fun of me for being jealous of a truck.
"Tunnel Rat..."
I curled in on myself. Yeah. Jealous of a truck. This is where I thought my life would be.
"Hey. T-Rat."
Nope. Not gonna do it. Just me and the wall now. Me not turning around.
"Nicky."
I rolled over. "What?"
"C'mere. I was picking you over the truck, that's why I drove her into the water. It's not like I had a very good chance of pushing her in from the outside. Besides... if I wasn't still inside, you wouldn't have brought her back up."
I laugh at that, not because I really want to, but because after everything that's happened, it's either laughing or crying, and I'm not gonna cry.
"You would think of that." I shake my head.
"I swear, sometimes you almost sound jealous." And he says it light, like it's just a joke he didn't even think about, but I freeze.
It's just for a second, but it's enough.
"You're actually jealous... of the Coyote?"
"No." I lie. Just because he takes every opportunity to proclaim his undying love for the damn thing, just because he praises it like it's not an inanimate object whenever it winds up being useful, just because he works on it with his hands and okay, not thinking about that anymore!
"Hey. I'm not saying anything. I mean, jealousy's a perfectly normal emotion, I've been known to be jealous before."
"Of your own truck?" I raise one eyebrow.
He laughs. "First of all, that truck saves your life all the time, so try and play nice with her. Second of all, of... Look, it's stupid."
"Stupider than being jealous of a truck." I prod.
"Snowjob. Happy now?"
"I didn't actually ever, like, date Snowjob. Wait, not that I mean I-- I mean, I haven't exactly dated any men in the Army. You know..."
"Yeah. I didn't exactly date any men before the Army. I mean, you try being black, gay, and southern. You learn to lie about things pretty fast."
"Me? I'd get my ass kicked. You, you're seven feet tall."
He laughs. "Yeah, well. I didn't think of that."
"Are we allowed to be talking about this?"
"We're already on the run for blowing up a pharmaceutical company. What are they gonna do?"
"Good point. Uh, you might not want to kiss me. I mean, I want you to want to kiss me, but you might not want to kiss me until I can gain access to a toothbrush and am no longer in danger of being seasick."
Another laugh, and yeah, okay, I'm pretty far gone, because listening to anybody laugh should not be making me feel warm and/or fuzzy, two things I strive to avoid.
"Just keep your mouth shut." He says, and it's pretty nice for a kiss I can't actually participate in. It is, at least, a pair of warm lips pressing over mine for just a moment. "I'll take a rain check for the rest."
I don't know what's gonna happen next. I mean, do we tell the rest of the team or lie about it? Best case scenario has us clearing our names, at which point we're gonna have to lie about it to the Army-- or at least, lie by omission-- and maybe it would be better for them if they didn't have to know, but I also don't know that I won't accidentally say something stupid in front of everybody.
Also, now that I'm really used to calling him 'Roadblock', am I supposed to just keep doing that, or should I be calling him 'Marvin' now that we're... this.
"Well, at least I know one thing." I sigh.
"What's that?"
"If Zartan shows up again to do that chameleon thing, you'll know which one is me now 'cause I'll be the one who wants to make out with you."
"I hate to break it to you, but I knew he wasn't you the first time."
"Oh. Good, then."
"Mm-hm." He drapes an arm over me and tugs me in to rest against him.
OK, I could get used to this cuddling thing. As long as I move before any of the others wake up. Come to think of it, Snake Eyes could be awake right now and I wouldn't actually be able to tell. Meh, what's he gonna say? I mean, sure, he could do that wordless freaky communication thing with Scarlett, but he doesn't exactly strike me as the gossipy type.
"Get some sleep," Roadblock mutters.
I kind of feel like I might actually be done with the seasickness thing-- at least, I'm pretty sure you can't get seasick while you're sleeping, anyway.
So. Yeah.
Title: (untitled)
Fandom: GI Joe: Renegades
Pairing: Roadblock/Tunnel Rat
Rating: PG? Not much happens, but I think I let TR swear a tiny bit. All the violence has already happened off-screen and all the sex is going to have to wait until they aren't sharing sleeping quarters with other people.
Summary: Set *right* after Shipwrecked and before Castle Destro, so, still on the boat.
Notes: 1st person from Tunnel Rat's POV.
Almost everybody's asleep, which is nice for them, but I still feel like if I try sleeping on this tub, I'll just choke on my own vomit in the middle of the night or something. Can you get seasick while you're sleeping?
"Penny for your thoughts?"
Okay, so I'm awake and Roadblock's awake, but that does not mean I have to talk to him, after everything. And okay, yes, I'm very, very glad he's not dead right now, but that still does not mean I have to talk to him.
"Okay, fine." He sighs. "What's your problem?"
"What's my problem? What's your problem?!" I snap. I mean, I snap very quietly, 'cause again, almost everybody's asleep, but some occasions merit a little whispered anger.
"I wasn't aware I had one."
"Don't give me that, you were-- You-- First, it's not like I meant to give your precious Coyote away, it was an accident, and I tried to say it was an accident, but you treated me like dirt. Which I am used to, but not from you."
"I don't-- Look, I didn't--" Another sigh, which I guess one could expect, and then a freaking bear hug, which one could not. Or at least, which I didn't. "You're not dirt. It's the nicest thing you routinely smell like, but..."
"You're hugging me." Stunning observation, me. "You're hugging me, and you're insulting the way I smell. You know, it's not like any of us get a whole lot of access to hot showers. Why are you hugging me?"
"Because. We're done fighting. And you looked like you needed it."
"I did not. I don't look like I need to be hugged."
"You always look like you need to be hugged." He snorts, which can't possibly be true, and I don't know how much of a protest I ought to be putting up because honestly, I like it, but isn't that a really good reason not to let myself get used to it? "So is that it?"
"No. That is not it." The hug drops, and I squirm away so I can at least pretend like maybe I was the one who ended it. Like I wasn't just sitting there wanting to be cuddled, because yeah, I cannot do that. I cannot do this and I don't even know why I like him. "I'm still mad at you."
"You're still mad at me for being mad at you, even though I'm not mad at you anymore?"
Well, when you put it that way, it sounds ridiculous. Luckily, that is not why I am still mad at him.
"For almost dying!" I hiss. "You were gonna drown, and-- and I-- You were just gonna let yourself die in your precious truck, and--"
"I was keeping that truck from killing all of you. It's not a death wish or anything, but someone had to... I don't know, take responsibility. Something. Unless you wanted to get shot."
"No! I-- I want you to not pick going down with your damn truck over-- Nothing. Maybe I'm just tired. Goodnight." I rolled over to face the wall.
Ah, the wall. The wall would never make fun of me for being jealous of a truck.
"Tunnel Rat..."
I curled in on myself. Yeah. Jealous of a truck. This is where I thought my life would be.
"Hey. T-Rat."
Nope. Not gonna do it. Just me and the wall now. Me not turning around.
"Nicky."
I rolled over. "What?"
"C'mere. I was picking you over the truck, that's why I drove her into the water. It's not like I had a very good chance of pushing her in from the outside. Besides... if I wasn't still inside, you wouldn't have brought her back up."
I laugh at that, not because I really want to, but because after everything that's happened, it's either laughing or crying, and I'm not gonna cry.
"You would think of that." I shake my head.
"I swear, sometimes you almost sound jealous." And he says it light, like it's just a joke he didn't even think about, but I freeze.
It's just for a second, but it's enough.
"You're actually jealous... of the Coyote?"
"No." I lie. Just because he takes every opportunity to proclaim his undying love for the damn thing, just because he praises it like it's not an inanimate object whenever it winds up being useful, just because he works on it with his hands and okay, not thinking about that anymore!
"Hey. I'm not saying anything. I mean, jealousy's a perfectly normal emotion, I've been known to be jealous before."
"Of your own truck?" I raise one eyebrow.
He laughs. "First of all, that truck saves your life all the time, so try and play nice with her. Second of all, of... Look, it's stupid."
"Stupider than being jealous of a truck." I prod.
"Snowjob. Happy now?"
"I didn't actually ever, like, date Snowjob. Wait, not that I mean I-- I mean, I haven't exactly dated any men in the Army. You know..."
"Yeah. I didn't exactly date any men before the Army. I mean, you try being black, gay, and southern. You learn to lie about things pretty fast."
"Me? I'd get my ass kicked. You, you're seven feet tall."
He laughs. "Yeah, well. I didn't think of that."
"Are we allowed to be talking about this?"
"We're already on the run for blowing up a pharmaceutical company. What are they gonna do?"
"Good point. Uh, you might not want to kiss me. I mean, I want you to want to kiss me, but you might not want to kiss me until I can gain access to a toothbrush and am no longer in danger of being seasick."
Another laugh, and yeah, okay, I'm pretty far gone, because listening to anybody laugh should not be making me feel warm and/or fuzzy, two things I strive to avoid.
"Just keep your mouth shut." He says, and it's pretty nice for a kiss I can't actually participate in. It is, at least, a pair of warm lips pressing over mine for just a moment. "I'll take a rain check for the rest."
I don't know what's gonna happen next. I mean, do we tell the rest of the team or lie about it? Best case scenario has us clearing our names, at which point we're gonna have to lie about it to the Army-- or at least, lie by omission-- and maybe it would be better for them if they didn't have to know, but I also don't know that I won't accidentally say something stupid in front of everybody.
Also, now that I'm really used to calling him 'Roadblock', am I supposed to just keep doing that, or should I be calling him 'Marvin' now that we're... this.
"Well, at least I know one thing." I sigh.
"What's that?"
"If Zartan shows up again to do that chameleon thing, you'll know which one is me now 'cause I'll be the one who wants to make out with you."
"I hate to break it to you, but I knew he wasn't you the first time."
"Oh. Good, then."
"Mm-hm." He drapes an arm over me and tugs me in to rest against him.
OK, I could get used to this cuddling thing. As long as I move before any of the others wake up. Come to think of it, Snake Eyes could be awake right now and I wouldn't actually be able to tell. Meh, what's he gonna say? I mean, sure, he could do that wordless freaky communication thing with Scarlett, but he doesn't exactly strike me as the gossipy type.
"Get some sleep," Roadblock mutters.
I kind of feel like I might actually be done with the seasickness thing-- at least, I'm pretty sure you can't get seasick while you're sleeping, anyway.