(Posting this makes me contractually obliged to finish the Team Leckie fest soon, I’m holding myself to that)
“Hey,” Chuckler replied, sounding a little breathless–and then he kissed Runner on the mouth.
When it rains, it pours, Runner thought dazedly. A giggle bubbled up and Chuckler smiled against his lips and took Runner’s face in his hands. Kissing him was different than kissing Hoosier. He kissed more eagerly, more demandingly, but still sweet. He tasted like red wine. Runner sat back after a moment, breathing harder than before, and stared dumbly at Chuckler, who was looking slightly flushed and pleased with himself.
“What the fuck,” Hoosier said, deadpan. He had sat up to stare at them. Leckie was staring too. Chuckler ran a hand through his hair as he grinned.
“Well, you got a shot, so I thought I’d go for it, too. Jealous?”
He put a hand on Hoosier’s shoulder for stability and darted over to press a quick kiss to his cheek. Runner could see Hoosier’s face over Chuckler’s shoulder and he knew what was going to happen. They had played many a drunken game of Truth or Dare over the past few years, and they all knew that Hoosier couldn’t stand to let a dare pass him by. He looked up at Chuckler, raised a challenging eyebrow, and kissed him square on the lips.
“For Christ’s sake!” Leckie burst out, and they heard Chuckler laughing, although he and Hoosier were locked in such a tight embrace that it sounded more like a gurgling seal than anything else.
At what point, Runner wondered idly, did a calling-your-bluff kiss become just a normal makeout session? Because as an awkward minute passed, he got the feeling that Chuckler and Hoosier were definitely heading in that direction. There was a lot of hair-petting going on, and then some slightly less innocent torso groping, and–yeah, Hoosier was going for an ass grab.
Runner averted his gaze, because this was starting to get kind of hot and boy was that uncomfortable. He found himself looking at Leckie accidentally, and his friend gave a long-suffering sigh.
“All right. Get up here.”
“Gee, thanks, Peaches,” he said, rolling his eyes. He stood up and flopped on the mattress. “But if it’s going to be an undue hardship, please don’t strain yourself on my acc–”
Hoosier: What’d you get? Leckie: Well, these are for me. But if you’re nice and mind your manners, I might give you a puff. These are for you miscreants… Traded the crackers with F Company. Chuckler: Hey, peaches. Runner: Peaches? I got the goddamn runs and you had to get peaches.
30 Days of The Pacific | Day 14 ›› Favorite friendship
Team Leckie, of course. They’re like the ultimate broship. And although I love Team Sledge, as a whole, Team Leckie is far superior in my opinion. All of these guys compliment each other so well. And let’s be honest, the rest of them are troopers for putting up with Leckie’s manpain all of the time. That’s true friendship right there.