Tyloric
Illogical Process of Elimination
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[lol 8D] Mass Effect: Afterglow
Joker stared up at the ceiling panting. He couldn't believe they had just done that.
"I can't believe I just did that." He decided to voice.
Shepard, who was also panting, but not nearly as hard, grinned. "It does stretch the fathoms of one's mind, doesn't it?"
"Yeah," Joker replied. Shepard just grunts.
After a moment, the commander follows up with, "But it was good?"
"Oh hell yeah. Amazing even."
"Good, just making sure." Shepard pulled his pants back on, not bothering with his boxers. Joker just lay still, watching the man out of the corner of his eye. When the commander had also put his shirt back on, he lay back down with a sigh. "You staying?" he asked, his voice betraying some sort of hidden emotion.
The pilot pulled his boxers back on, thinking. When they were on around his waist, he lay back against the sheets and turned to look at the larger man. "Yeah, sure, whatever," he says, not wanting to start a mushy moment, and shrugs.
Shepard grins like an idiot, rolls to wrap an arm around the pilot's waist, and promptly falls to sleep.
"Big lug," Joker mumbles before closing his eyes.
His dreams were pleasant ones that night.
*lolls head about lazily*
Afterglow
By Tyloric
By Tyloric
Joker stared up at the ceiling panting. He couldn't believe they had just done that.
"I can't believe I just did that." He decided to voice.
Shepard, who was also panting, but not nearly as hard, grinned. "It does stretch the fathoms of one's mind, doesn't it?"
"Yeah," Joker replied. Shepard just grunts.
After a moment, the commander follows up with, "But it was good?"
"Oh hell yeah. Amazing even."
"Good, just making sure." Shepard pulled his pants back on, not bothering with his boxers. Joker just lay still, watching the man out of the corner of his eye. When the commander had also put his shirt back on, he lay back down with a sigh. "You staying?" he asked, his voice betraying some sort of hidden emotion.
The pilot pulled his boxers back on, thinking. When they were on around his waist, he lay back against the sheets and turned to look at the larger man. "Yeah, sure, whatever," he says, not wanting to start a mushy moment, and shrugs.
Shepard grins like an idiot, rolls to wrap an arm around the pilot's waist, and promptly falls to sleep.
"Big lug," Joker mumbles before closing his eyes.
His dreams were pleasant ones that night.
/fin.
*lolls head about lazily*
