“Man, It’s been a while since we could just relax and have a nice drink, y’know” Jackson said. He grabbed his can, taking a long drink of the bitter liquid. “I still do not understand why you humans consider consuming such potent liquid” A voice came from the right. It was Spam. “Can it Spam, you haven’t even tried it yet” Came a voice to the left. That voice belonged to Forrest. Mason was the only one who sat unspoken. “Why would I try something so intoxicating to the brain?” Spam said, stiffening when Jackson gave him a pat on the back. “It's alright, You don’t have to drink any” He said, leaning back and taking another drink. Mason seemed to be spacing out, staring at everyone else until he realized Forrest was staring at him. “Something up?” He asked, leaning in towards Mason. “no, no.. everything is.. fine” Mason replied, looking away a little. Jackson suddenly began scooting in towards him, bringing his chair and drink. Mason jumped when Spam’s gentle claws gripped his right shoulder, giving a small, affectionate squeeze. “It is alright, Mason Summers. Today is a day of safety and transportation. Spartan has it under control” He said, letting go and sitting down next to him. Mason nodded, thanking them for the support. “I know it’s been rough lately. I heard you were in a big accident during the last attack. How are the injuries doing?” Jackson asked. “Don’t worry, I’m doing fine thanks to Spam here” Mason chuckled, lightly elbowing him. “Yes. Mason Summers is on a good healing track, meaning he’ll be completely healed by the next full moon” Spam said, almost proudly. This caused the guys to laugh a bit, giving Spam crap. Mason looked around at them, first finding Spam’s bright, violet purple-pink eyes, then over to Jackson’s unruly mop of blonde hair, and lastly, he stopped on Forrest. They were staring at each other, face to face, Forrest’s dark green eyes fixed on Mason’s. That was until they were interrupted by the loud and obnoxious Jackson. “Are you two having a love connection or a staring contest? It’s hard to tell” He snickered, supporting his arm on his leg. “Ha ha, very funny” Forrest said, rolling his eyes. “Jackson Carter is correct. It is very difficult to distinguish between a love bond forming or a contest of unblinking-” Spam said in his generally confused voice. Mason burst out laughing, leaning forward and gently patting his hand on his knee. “Real funny, guys. Let's just finish our drinks, alright?” He said, grabbing his drink. They all nodded, grabbing their drinks and clinking the cans together. The three men downed the rest of their drinks and placed the cans on the ground, each hiccuping nearly on cue. Jackson leaned back in his chair, holding one arm out. “Why do we even need our armor on anyways?” He said. “So your drunk self isn’t sneaking around trying to squeeze people’s asses” Forrest snarked, sinking into his chair. “Ha, ha. But no, like seriously?” He said again. Mason leaned forward, holding his left shoulder a little. “Because, in case of emergencies, we’re ready” He replied. Spam gave Mason a respectful nod, also leaning forward. “But.. we could take it off for at least one minute.. Right?” Forrest asked, to Mason's surprise. He expected none other from Jackson, but Forrest? “Are you alright, or have the drinks got to you already?” Mason asked Forrest, concerned. “Naaaaaah, I’m fine” he replied, suddenly leaning in his weight on Mason’s left. This caused him to wince, pulling away. “careful, Forrest Beckett-” Spam said, jumping in. He gently grabbed Forrest by his sides and lifted him off of Mason, sitting down again once accomplished. “Aw, man- I’m sorry- Here, let me make up for it-” Forrest said sympathetically, leaning in. He kissed Mason’s shoulder a couple of times before moving up a little. Mason could feel his warm breath on his neck, as well as the kisses that gradually moved up until they reached under his ear. Mason felt his cheeks growing hotter, an odd sensation of butterflies in his stomach. “Forrest- what are you doing?-” He tried. Suddenly Forrest started nibbling at his neck, licking the soft skin. Mason started trembling as he felt the warm saliva being smeared on him. Forest continued nibbling until he gave Mason’s neck a big bite, sucking on it like a vampire. This caused Mason to yelp, alarming Spam. But before Spam could do anything, Jackson got up. "Don't worry big boy, they're experiencing a love connection" He said, going over and gently pushing Spam back in his seat. “Now why don’t you let me do the same with you~” And with that, Jackson sat down in Spam’s lap and copied Forrest, starting by nibbling on his neck. Spam looked over at Mason, looking like he was trying to process what was happening. Mason looked at Forrest, who remained biting on his neck. “y-you aren’t allowed more than three drinks anymore-” He said, gently trying to push the other man off of him. Forrest only took this as a reason to try harder and he moved himself onto Mason’s lap to. “Maybe I’m drunk… and maybe this is me knowing that you’re a submissive type~” He said, leaning in. Mason put a hand on Forrest’s chest, stopping him. “Forrest… this is wrong- You are my companion, and my close friend- It would be wrong to do anything… regretful” He said, his voice trembling. Forrest sighed, looking away a bit, revealing the drunk haze on his face. Mason helped forest off and laid him down onto a small bench, patting his shoulder. Forrest fell asleep quickly. “yep.. I knew you were drunk, Mr. 8 beer man..” Mason mumbled, turning around. regret. He wished he could erase what he was seeing. Jackson was making out with Spam, probably sucking the life out of the poor alien. “Jackson- Back off before you suffocate him” Mason called, sitting down in a two seater chair. Jackson luckily obliged, sliding off the Alien’s lap and falling onto his side, passed out. “what in the country name just happened…” Spam asked. It was hard to tell whether he was traumatized, or love stuck. “Jackson nearly suffocated you with a kiss, hehe” Mason replied, patting the empty space next to him. Spam got up and sat next to Mason, blinking a little. “ah… and what is a kiss?” He asked, staring down with his magenta colored eyes. Mason swore that they were glowing most of the time with how radiant they were.
Collision coarse (Halo x Star Wars)
- 1x1
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- Fantasy
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- Free
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