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Let's get the fic rolling in this shiny!new fandom already!
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Let's get the fic rolling in this shiny!new fandom already!
How it is going down:
∆ Anonymously post a comment with a pairing (or single character, threesome, foursome, whatever gets you hot and bothered etc & etc) and a kink/prompt. The prompt part is essential∆ Please limit yourself to one pairing/kink PER comment. Post as ( Read more... )
“Sledgehammer? How the hell did you get a name like Sledgehamer?”
They look at each other, smirking, and relay a story about Bill Leyden and Burgin and storming the airfield in Pelieliu. “He saved my ass,” Snafu admits, his face serious, “I'd have had my head blown off or somethin'. That's why we call him Sledgehammer. Most of the new guys would've pissed their pants and cried for their mothers and not given a shit about the rest of the squad, but not our little Eugene.”
The way he refers to him bothers Sidney. That's his best friend, it isn't 'our' anything.
Their stories die down and everyone retires to the back porch. The two of them disappear upstairs with an excuse of showing Shelton where he'll be staying and are gone for close to an hour and Sid excuses himself to investigate.
He's surprised he wasn't heard on the stairs, but when he catches sight of them he's not surprised as to why.
They're both noticeably messy, like they've just had a tumble and put there clothes back on without thinking about it. Sledge is pressed to the wall, his fingers threaded through Snafu's hair and his face pressed to the side of his neck. Snafu's hands are under his shirt, skimming his sides and quietly shushing him, trying to calm Sledge down.
“You bastard,” He hears Gene quietly sob, “I can't believe you would do something like that to me.”
“I'm sorry,” He whispers back, kissing his cheek, and Gene just lets out a hollow sounding laugh.
“You're anything but, Snaf, and you know it.”
Then Snafu kisses him hard on the mouth and Sidney's seen enough.
He knows tomorrow morning they'll be late for breakfast, too wrapped up in each other to think about it, and his mother will let it slide because he's slept through the night, and somehow that miracle is Snafu's doing. Whether he stays or goes, Snafu will be the thing that will makes Gene normal again.
For once, he's not the thing Eugene wants or needs, and it hurts more than anything he could ever imagine.
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