He nodded. “A ride’s the least I can do.”
A moment of comfortable silence passed between the two as Piers examined a pile of vanilla folders, and Chris used the opportunity to let his gaze linger on the younger man. He looked good, healthy; he looked like the Piers the captain knew and appreciated. Maybe things could go back to the way they were before Edonia, after all.
Chris bit the inside of his cheek to keep him from grinning too hard. “Yeah, I looked into that; turns out you have to have ten years of service before the B.S.A.A.’s willing to pay for a lap dance ” He chuckled and placed his palms on the edge of his desk. “Check back in another two years, I’ll have a pole installed right where that chair’s sitting.”
There was another comfortable pause. Chris suddenly arched a brow at the sniper and pointed a finger at the bag in his possession. “If that’s full of confetti, then you’d better think twice before throwing it at me.”
Piers found himself laughing alongside the older man. “If I were you, I woulda pulled few strings here and there and got it years ago,” he quipped, resisting the urge to rub his cheeks that felt ten times warmer; the last thing he needed right now was to put Chris and a pole together.
The warning had both his brows up, blinking twice before he looked down at the bag in question. “Ah no, it’s actually—” he opened the paper bag and placed a takeout coffee on the man’s desk, “-It’s nothing big but I kinda thought you’d be here all by yourself, locked up and drowning in work with no source of caffeine to fuel your system,” he chuckled.
“Anyway, I know you don’t like doing this kind of stuff but a tradition is a tradition.” Piers reached into his jacket pocket and frowned when he didn’t find his lighter in there. “Shit, I must’ve dropped it on the way here…” Another murmured curse, followed by a quick patting, before the young man found the requested item in his back pocket and smiled sheepishly.
With his lips stretched in a wide grin, Piers set a vanilla cupcake right next to the coffee, complete with a blue candle that he lit on top of the frosting. “Happy birthday, Captain! You’re now what, thirty?”
The captain did little to hide his surprise when Piers of all people popped his head through the door, dropping his jaw and raising his brows like someone had caught him with his pants down. Luckily for Chris, he managed to regain his composure before the other man had a chance to take a picture of this crowning moment.
“Piers,” he practically exclaimed, rising from his seat to greet his visitor, “what are you doing here? I mean—you should have called, I could have picked you up from the hospital.” There was a pause as he finally processed the question he’d been asked.
“Oh, no,” Chris replied, sitting on the edge of his desk and rolling up his sleeves. “Your timing’s perfect, actually; I was about to take a break.” He smiled. “Looks like you’re already back to hitting your mark.”
“Nah, I needed to stretch anyway.” Piers gave a nonchalant wave of his hand and bated his thighs. “But I wouldn’t say no for a ride back, it’s too dangerous to walk alone this late,” he added in an afterthought.
He relaxed in his chair and crossed his legs by the ankles, his good eye roaming over neatly stacked files and folders, releasing a quiet restrained sigh as he reminded himself it was out of his league to so casually flip through them before he returned to Chris, the remark ought him to laugh a little. “Well, I aim to please.”
“Jesus Christ, this place sure looks dead. I thought I’ll be seeing drinks and confetti everywhere with three to four strippers in your lap.” Another quick glance around and the former sniper propped his head in his palm.
“Guess there are things that never change around here.”
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The room was silent, save for the keyboard’s intermittent clacking. Chris tried not to make a habit out of coming in on the weekends, but he was much more productive when he didn’t have to keep an eye on his team. At least now he had Scruffles to make sure he didn’t stay at work too late.
Chris was in the process of finishing an email when he heard a knock at the door. He almost ignored it, thinking it was one of the custodians, but decided it’d be better to just see what they wanted. It was about time for a cigarette break, anyway.
“Come in,” the captain called out, setting his glasses on the desk and leaning back against his chair.
Just when he thought aborting this mission and throwing the coffee and cupcake into the closest dumpster on his way out was a better plan, Chris’ calm but stern voice snapped some courage into him and he straightened his shoulders. There’s no way he could back out of it now. Piers pushed the door and peek his head inside with his trusty smile plastered on his face. “Hey, is this a good time or are you having fun catching up with work?”
It was a sight for sore eyes, to see the legendary man back again in his rightful place as a leader, doing the job that he was made for. Out of respect (and due to old habits also), Piers saluted his former captain before he moved further into his office to take seat across from the other man, leaving the bag on the floor next to him for now.
*grabs your little hamster cheeks and kisses your fat lips* Because you're worth it.
Like a deer caught in the headlight, the former sniper motionlessly gawked at the other man who held his face between his hands, breathless as he marveled in the feel of thin chapped lips brushing just the slightest against his own full ones.
The is just a dream-it has to be. Snap out of it, Nivans!
“Wha… What are you talking about?”
Gathering his will to move he placed his hands on the captain’s shoulders and gently pushed him back, shaking his head more to clear his thoughts from the way that scruff tickled his smooth chin. There was no way in hell Chris knew about his tiny little secret, let alone initiate a kiss with him (or what is left of him.) But damn it if it didn’t feel too good to pass for a dream.
In case he didn’t knock himself out on his pillow -or his mind was not playing tricks on him after staring at the clock for so many hours- Piers held his arm out for the older man to prove him wrong. “Pinch me.”
At first Chris didn’t take him on his words, keeping his calm posture with his arms folded across his chest and waiting for him to realize how ridiculous that has sounded. Then a moment later, a ghost of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips before he nodded. “If you say so.”
No sooner after Chris’ fingers twisted a small patch of scarred, wrinkly skin on his forearm than a voltage of static electricity shock him awake and back to the real world where he sat with a pained grunt in his empty room. He glared down at the angry red spot on his arm where “Chris” had pinched him.
Idiot…
“He’s pretty friendly,” Chris offered, not sure how to answer. “I’ve only had him for a couple days, so we’re still getting used to each other.” The captain more so than the dog; he wished he’d been given more notice before having a living, breathing creature thrust into his care.
Piers’s mischievous expression wasn’t overlooked by Chris, who quirked a brow at the next question. “Who do you think?”
His brow mimicked Chris’ (though his was a teas while the other man was probably annoyed with him right now. “Well you’re certainly not called “Captain” for knitting. I’m just asking ‘cause dogs in general have a rebellious nature if weren’t taught discipline.” He shrugged.
Using his good hand Piers gave the man an assuring pat on the shoulder, offering him a little smile. “Don’t read too much into it, Captain, there isn’t anybody who’s more qualified for the job than you.”
To: Piers
From: ChrisSorry got distracted. I know you were joking Piers so relax. You don’t become a captain without some thick skin.
To: Piers
From: ChrisI think they’d be willing to make an exception for us as long as we make sure Scruffles doesn’t terrorize the rest of the ward. Just you. :)
To: Piers
From: ChrisKnow when a good day to visit would be?
To: Chris
From: Piers
HEY!!
To: Chris
From: Piers
That’s a relief. See, I told you being Captain is what you’re made for. If it were someone else they wouldn’t have tolerated it. As for a visiting day—any day but Sundays; that’s reserved for family only and seriously, you don’t want to be here when this place turns to a nuthouse.
(Source: bsaa-sniper)
To: Piers
From: ChrisOh yeah. He even gave Sammy a little tour of the house. I think the two will get along just fine. Maybe I could bring Scruffles to the hospital and let him thank you personally.
To: Piers
From: ChrisIf I was there I’d tell you to shut up but since I’m not I’ll just say stop texting me.
To: Chris
From: Piers
Wow really?! Thanks captain, that’d be awesome. I love dogs so I assure you we’re going to be best friends in no time. Do you think they’d let animals in, though?
To: Chris
From: Piers
Oh come on, I was only teasing you, Cap!
To: Chris
From: Piers
… Chris?
(Source: bsaa-sniper)
To: Piers
From: ChrisHey. Got your present the other day. You didn’t think one dog was enough?
To: Piers
From: ChrisScruffles likes it, btw. I told you his name, right? The dog. I’m calling the new one Sammy.
To: Chris
From: Piers
Haha sorry man. You’re out at work all day I thought the poor guy needs a friend to keep him company, and it looks like I made the right thing. :D Glad to know Scruffles likes his new friend “Sammy.”
To: Chris
From: Piers
Whoa whoa—Scruffles? Seriously?!? I never knew you’re the type to come up with fluffy names, Captain. *winkwink*
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“Is there a government agency or military branch not randomly showing up in my backyard?” The ex-marine simply shook his head at the sight of the newcomer, before letting out a sigh. For someone trying his best to keep a low profile, he certainly wasn’t doing a very good job of it. “You lost pal?”
It wasn’t the question that put him off but rather the tone the man used with him. The former sniper straightened his shoulders and narrowed his eyes at the stranger, resisting to scowl. “Do I look lost to you?”
“I’m looking for a pet store that I’m sure was here sometime ago…”
I was googling and suddenly I see this
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