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The evening was cool and crisp. The drop ship was quiet after a long day of matches and recovery breaks in between. Some were sore, others were still in the med-bay getting stitches, and one was having a warm cup of tea in the lounge. August Brinkman was stretched out on the couch, one leg crossed over the other while taking a slow sip of his Earl Grey. August was lost in thought but took a moment to brush away lint from his pants.
"Been waiting for me, Love?" A voice says, catching August mid-sip. He looks up, knowing the owner of the Salvonian accent.
"Of course, Darling," August says before another sip as Walter Fitzroy takes a moment to lie over him. The gray-haired man chuckles, shifting his legs as they both find a position to relax their old joints.
"Am I on the knee?" Walter asked as his hands wrapped around August's waist.
"Momentarily, but I'm comfortable now," August answered softly as he slid his fingers through the younger man's brown hair. Walter sighs, eye closing to the therapeutic sensation. "Congrats on your victory."
Walter hums. "Had to repair me' whole arm since Bang dropped three grenades on me."
August chuckles before a sip, letting out a warm sigh. "I saw the footage. Quite the lucky knuckle cluster at that."
Walter smirks against August's torso. "I haven't gotten a chance to check yours."
"No need. Bad drop. Shot down within ten minutes. Tressa had the upper hand on me by risking the burn from my jammer."
Walter laughs as he turns his head to have a better view of the man towering over him. "Might have to amp up the pain."
August grins behind another sip of tea. "Perhaps."
Then, silence filled the room once more as Walter closed his eye again. August's tender head message traveled down to Walter's bare back, tracing the spine tattoo. Walter shivers at the teasing touch.
"Tryin' to rest, Love…" Walter grins, opening his eye to gaze up at the other man. August smirks, continuing his fingers further down and teasingly slipping the tips into the back of his pants. Walter jumps and catches his lover's wrist. "Oi!"
August laughs and removes his hand from the intrusion.
"Apologies…I couldn't help myself…" August says before another sip of his tea, the steam fogging his glasses for a brief moment.
Suddenly, Walter rose and went for a kiss just after the tea was swallowed. It was slow and tender as he enjoyed the tea-scented, warm lips. Eventually, Walter pulls away to turn on his back, hearing his lover softly grunt beneath him before a sigh. Walter reaches back for August's free hand, bringing it down to his lips to kiss the other man's knuckles. Then, he lowered the kissed hand against his chest, releasing his hold.
"Why don't we prepare for bed, hm?" August asked, slowly sliding his fingers up to Walter's neck to caress.
Walter closes his eye and sighs, enjoying the tingling sensation. "Finish that tea of yours to let me nap. Then we can hop in ya' bed."
"Walter, I'm not sleeping on the couch again. My legs…"
"Tap me' head when ya' done then, yeah?"
August smirked before gently doing just that. Walter chuckles, turning back onto his stomach, and returning his arms around his lover's waist.