The celebration was...colossal.
Given the fact that Earth was now a home for all organic and synthetic species, at least until the Mass Relays were repaired to the point where space travel was shortened by the least bit.
Of course, it wouldn't have been possible from the beginning without Shepard. Who, last week was seen crawling with blood and broken bones from the hell that was. Safe to say, a certain major was sobbing and helping him to the shuttle to the nearest medic team.
Vega saw the browned haired man bandaged top to bottom getting plastered with Kaidan. Looking around, James saw just how incredible the sensation was aside from battle when every species comes together, even if it is just to celebrate. There was Garrus helping Tali with her "induction port" and a bottle of turian brandy. Grunt and Wrex were at it again, which since a.) We beat the reapers and b.) It's not in Shepard's apartment it really didn't fucking matter. James enjoyed just people watching with a beer in his hand.
"I think the most absent group of people here are the geth, and they can't even consume alcohol." James turned his head to see Steve standing next to him with a smile. Steve remarkably was able to come out of the war with only a temporary, yet nasty burn on his leg. There had to be a god if that was all he endured from being shot down from the harvester and his shuttle set ablaze. "Hoows the leg, stud?" James asked, clearly buzzed. Only a little in James' defense.
"Doing good, it should be healed by next week. Stud."
James knew the flight lieutenant had a thing for him. With a body like this, who wouldn't. But it was obvious Steve didn't see him only for the marine bodybuilder appearance, which to the other man was a first. Yes, when sober the bigger man would say that he has a soft spot for Steve. When drunk, however, he says he fucking loves him to death.
"Cuidado, Esteban. Estoy tratando de no arrancarte la ropa y te llevan aquí y ahora."
Steve's mind went blank. He knew enough Spanish to go by and hearing this from a rather drunk man whom he thinks about constantly would only lead either to a regretful one night stand or James committing in his bed. Neither were what he wanted. In his mind he immediately heard the translation, " Careful, Esteban. Im trying hard not to rip your clothes off and take you here and now."
Before he could open his mouth to speak, James lifted his shirt up and revealed his heavily sculpted eight pack. "C'mon Esteban.. Dont be shy." James said flirtingly, The shorter man rolled his eyes and smiled, "No more beer for you." A strong hand took Steve's and pulled up to his build, feeling the solid muscles on the lieutenant.
"Ni cerveza, sólo tu." (No beer, just you.) James whispered in his ear before snaking a large arm around his waist and carefully picking up Steve into his arms, who was laughing. "Let's go. Too crowded." Steve heard this and was assured that he was in for a one night stand unfavored by the other man when sober. Or at least he thought.
No one seemed to know where the two lieutenants were the next day. It took time before Glyph informed them that the two were "Coinciding in each other and sharing their passionate emotional status." Which was then suggested to be given privacy to the two new lovers.
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| (Illustration by starfleetspectre.) |
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