Platter scraps

(2018 Q1, early evening, Sydney, Team Vulcan Specter’s suite)
Jamie leans in the doorway of Team Vulcan’s suite. "You guys either have an overnight sim run or you're sleeping somewhere else."
Andrea grabs her bag, heads for the halls. "I'm taking Juliet up on her offer of a sleepover."
Jamie looks at Logan expectantly.
He sighs heavily, "Guess I'm sleeping in the Connpod tonight." Throws his tablet in with his pillow, saunters out.
Jamie follows the atmosphere of ‘mope’ to its thickest, knocks, opens Jackson’s door. “Put on human clothes, we’re going out tonight.”
Jackson glowers.
“C’mon.”
“Fuck you.” But Jackson rolls out of bed anyway and works on making himself presentable.
Jamie gives him a moment, sends a text down to housekeeping to make Jackson’s room presentable.
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(2018 Q1, early the morning before, Anchorage, ‘Dome aquatic facility)
Chuck shifts her grip on the bar.
“Ready?” asks the physiotherapist.
Chuck shifts her grip in their hand, shifts her foot a centimeter and the lights overhead ripple suddenly everything’s so quiet and then roaring—
“You’re okay,” promises Lightcap, arm around Chuck's ribs with the physio’s and hip propped against hers. “You’re okay.”
Chuck nods—
“Throw up, go ahead.”
Chuck lurches against the side of the pool, retches water. Retches more water.
“Better?”
Chuck nods.
Lightcap leaves Chuck against the physio, fills a handy bucket, washes the sick into the drain.
“Try again?” asks the physio.
Chuck nods, presses her feet to the tile, grapples for the bar.
She will walk again.
She will Drift again.
She will get a Jaeger.
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(2018 Q1, early evening, Sydney, Team Vulcan Territory)
“Hey!” greets Juliet, throwing open the door.
“I’m taking you up on your offer of a sleepover,” says Andrea.
“Awesome. So here’s the thing—“
“Hey, Juliet,” greets Lachlan.
“You’re here, great!”
“We’re having a party?” says Jason. “And I brought popcorn. Okay. Phew.”
“Yea, thing is,” continues Juliet. “Turns out your two favourite boy toys each have the night off, so unless you’re planning on inviting me to your little makeout thing, you’re not coming in.”
“How long’ve you and Jamie been planning this?” asks Andrea.
“Only since yesterday, actually.” Juliet grins. “Night!” Closes her door.
Jason, Lachlan, and Andrea blink.
“Okay then,” says Jason.
Lachlan hands his bag to Jason, turns his back to Andrea, bends his knees. “Up you go, Ray.”
Andrea sighs, hops up. “Short people problems.”
“But they’re cute problems,” says Jason.
Andrea ducks her very warm head against Lachlan’s neck. “Flatterer.”
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(2018 Q1, evening, Sydney, Vulcan Specter’s hangar bay)
Logan steps off the elevator and onto the catwalk of Vulcan’s Conn-pod level, hears a moan.
The catwalk rattles.
Rattles again.
“”Do that again—“”
Logan steps off the catwalk and into the elevator and gets the hell out there.
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(2018 Q1, evening, Sydney)
Jamie drags Jackson into a dive, sets him up with a drink at the bar—“People I know!” And abandons Jackson. [1]
He sighs, doesn’t think about bad Drifts and brain loss, sightless, bloody green eyes and long black hair. 
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Platter Part One 
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Logan sets himself up in his go-to hideaway, an empty room deep in Team Vulcan territory. He thumbs on his tablet, navigates streaming, picks the most annoying, sunshine-y cartoon of the bunch, settles into his pillow with a smirk, hits ‘play’, and thinks very loudly about rainbows with smiley faces.
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[Nate says something nerdy.] 
Jones kinda gapes, when he finds his voice, "You're too perfect to exist and yet here you are."
 
"Those hardly seem the words of a bad boy such as yourself." 
"Just because I'm an anti-hero doesn't mean I don't know how to treat a vagin—" Jones goes an incredible shade of pink, splutters, "I meant femme—I don't—" >whatever the proper word is<
Nate knocks back her drink, slides off the stool, takes his hand. "I'll be the judge of that." Tugs him toward the the door. 
Jones manages to drop a few bills on the counter, trips in her wake. 
Nate tucks herself under his arm, slides an arm under his jacket. 
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Platter Part Two
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[part of the night]
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Jackson tucks his face against Nate's neck, hand curling absently over her waist, sighs contently.
She giggles.
He makes a happy sound.
"Tickles."
He smiles against her skin, resolving into a kiss-
Nate giggles again.
--and another one, and a nip--
Nate laughs, stretching away, but Jackson chases, teeth grazing her throat and his hand slides off her waist, wrist flexing against her hip.
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Nate gets a knee against Jones' hip, pushes him over. "I have a confession to make."
"Yea?"
Nate rolls her hips and bless the designer of these condoms, they are /brilliant. "Yea." Leans forward, kisses under his ear. "I knew who you were before bumping into you."
Hands on her hips. "So you're sleeping with me because I'm a Ranger."
Nips along his jaw. "I'm Queen of the Jaeger Flies." Changes sides. "Sex with Rangers is my raison d'être."
"Huh." Dimples her skin. "Should I be angry?"
"Possibly." Nate sits back. "But, as you most likely can tell—" Squeezes.
Jones makes a strangled sound.
"—I'm trying my level best to distract you."
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She returns to his room as he's straightening the clean sheets (gloriously naked).
He notices the towel and croaks, "I will find you PJs." and darts from the room. 
Nate casually scans his room, notices his PJs on the dresser and the very worn jumper crowning the neatly folded stack. She untucks her towel, hangs it on a peg, and pulls the jumper over her head. 
It's old, it smells a little funny, and probably needs more baths than it's getting, but. 
Jones wheezes, something pink in his hands, and leaves quickly. 
Nate casually lies down in his bed with her knees sorta bent, folds her hands on her stomach. 
Jones returns, lies down with one hand on the other side of her head. "So," Kisses her neck. "That jumper is old and really not fit for public consumption, but." 
And his stubble's long enough for just the perfect amount of burn. 
Kisses along her jaw, "You are /so hot right now." 
Nate hums, stretches, digs her nails into his scalp and between his shoulder blades. "Jones, honey," 
"Yea." He settles mostly between her legs, still reminiscent of a limp noodle, but he seems interested, so. 
"I need your mouth lower, like now," 
"Just a sec." He kisses her and god it's a filthy kiss; his fingernails dig into her hips and drag, drag, drag up her sides and Nate's chin pulls away, her throat making all these sounds and Jones sits back, his jumper now just over her breasts but the fabric's folding over so all he can see is underboob—underboob and his jumper (and her hips and stomach or just all of her and his jumper)—which is what he's after given the [worship] in his eyes. "God," he mumbles. "If I had anything left—" Pinks, looks away. 
Nate pushes up on her elbows. "You'd be plowing me into the mattress?" 
Ducks his head. 
"Shall I make that dirtier?" 
Jones goes pinker. 
Nate grins, falls back, hair fanning over the pillow and jumper flopping back up just that much higher, and inches her hand just that much farther over her hip. "Glad you like it." 
"Yea," he breathes. 
Nate gets a handful of his hair and tugs him where she wants. "Then get down there so you can see more."
"Right." And he genuflects. He actually genuflects and that's a word Nate's used, like, three times and oh, people with testosterone can be so perfect when she's in this kinda mood. 
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Eventually, Jones's jumper rides back down over Nate's front and he ends up in a pair of sleep pants, holding her in his arms against his chest, one of her legs between his and one of his legs curling around her other leg, so when she wakes up and she's horny, she kisses him awake and kneels to sitting against his thigh. 
Jones makes happy sounds, bends his knee a bit. 
Nate grinds down, thinking she may regret rubbing her delicates against fabric, and then Jones puts his opposite hand against his thigh and Nate can get knuckles and callouses right where she wants them and it's so /good—
Which is what Andrea hears just as she and Lachlan creep (well, Lachlan creeps while carrying Andrea) into her room for an extra t-shirt, which is about the same time as she notices one of her nightgowns on the bed and she narrows her eyes in the direction of Jackson's room while Lachlan— 
It's the goddamn fucking Care Bears (okay, it's not, it's a cartoon rainbow with a big happy face, but the premise's the same) and he's suffering a massive loss of blood from everywhere but one point in particular. 
"We, uh, we should get going," he croaks. 
"But—"
Lachlan hefts her higher on his back and steps double-time for the hall. "You can borrow something of ours." 
Andrea huffs but holds on more tightly anyway, and when they reach his quarters, Lachlan shrugs her off into his arms, fingers brushing just under her zipper which he apologizes, she thanks him, and crowds her against the wall, folding one leg against her side, her other clinching around his waist, his hand gripping her thigh, his zipper pressing just below hers—
"I know we had sex, like, twenty minutes ago," says Jason in a towel. "But I am so turned on right now." 
Lachlan drags his head away from Andrea. "Then get the fuck in there, twat!" 
Jason doesn't need to be told twice and Andrea slides to her feet—wobbles—
Lachlan steadies her and points them towards ... what may have formerly been his room, but he's not sure anymore. 
Andrea flops down against the pillows while Jason seems tangled in his towel and Lachlan gets lube and condoms and his trousers off, like, five minutes ago. 
Jason figures himself out and lies down between Andrea's legs, head on her stomach, and he's just about as turned on as Lachlan is so he's not too guilty about not paying attention to the amount of lube he slicks on his hand and Jason grunts and Andrea's got a hand down her trousers, the other sliding across Jason's [chest. 
Lachlan] folds Jason's leg away with his dry hand and grips his hip with his slippery hand which, it occurs to him, is kinda making things tricky but then Andrea braces that hip with her leg as she rubs her clit and Jason's nipple in a sort of counterpoint to Lachlan's thrusts so he maneuvers a leg off the bed, braces his toes against the floor (yay for grippy socks!), gets his hips behind it and Jason's eyes roll back in his head and vocalizes some mix of a whack of good sounds which is what does it for Lachlan.
Andrea purrs, presses against her hand, her other curling against Jason's chest, and she nuzzles his cheek, kisses the corner of his mouth and Jason is /so there for that and they are Spider-Man kissing.
"Aw, no fair!" pouts Lachlan. 
"We were literally just making out!" laughs Andrea. 
Lachlan pouts harder. 
"Oh, come here, you." Pulls him close over Jason and okay, that's really hot but— 
"Lachlan!" wines Jason, wiggling his hips. 
"Whadye think, Ray, has our LOCCENT officer been good?" 
"Hmm." 
"Raaay." 
Andrea slides her hand up over his neck, tilts his chin towards her. "Should we let you?" 
Jason goes all puppy eyes and presses his cheek to hers. 
Andrea giggles. 
"No winning against that," sighs Lachlan. He lunges for a condom—
Jason makes a sound that if Lachlan didn't have a double shot, he totally would. 
—sits on the bed and Jason's thigh, tears open the wrapper, unrolls it slooooowly—
"You are a fucking /prick!" 
Lachlan raises an eyebrow and reminds Jason with a teeny tiny thrust. 
Andrea stifles a laugh. 
"You both /suck." 
With that, Lachlan pulls out and reminds both of them he doesn't have a gag reflex.
Jason whines and digs his heels into the mattress, especially as Lachlan draws up and up and off and smacks his lips. 
"If you weren't supposed to be resting your knee, you're totally hard enough to fuck." 
"Thank you so much, asshole, for reminding everyone I'm a slow poke." 
And then they all snicker. 
"Aw, we love you regardless of your shortcomings," assures Andrea. 
"You're supposed to be the nice one!" 
She grins. 
"We should check up on it, though, shouldn't we, Ray? His knee?" 
Andrea likes this and sits up on the pillows. 
Lachlan pats Jason's hip. "Over you go, Egan." 
Jason rolls his eyes and himself over—
Lachlan puts forth an inquiry as to Andrea's interest. 
She smiles, twitches her hips against her hand.
—and onto his knees, braces himself against the wall on either side of Andrea. 
She tugs him down and they're kissing, and Lachlan gets a good grip on Jason, lines himself up, snaps his hips—
"Yea, nay, this isn't gonna work." Adds, "Don't think I can get my leg around, either." 
"That's cool." 
Lachlan pulls out and they resume their earlier positions, though Andrea's switched hands and's drawing patterns under Jason's collarbone. 
"Should I show him mercy?"
"Oh, fuck, no," says Jason. 
Andrea taps his mouth closed. "I think he should have a hard time walking."
"I already do!" 
Andrea covers his mouth. "So I recommending pounding him." 
Jason rolls his eyes, takes himself in hand. 
Lachlan smiles wickedly, has the right hands on the right legs doing the right things, and totally does pound Jason into a blissful daze, and then since they're both still awake and feeling like they've neglected Andrea, Lachlan gets her shirts off and nestles between her breasts until she's writhing and pleading and Jason's offered a knee and she's grinding herself against him. Lachlan holds her hips steady and Jason presses harder and then she stifles a squeak behind swollen lips as her knees snap shut. Her hands float from Lachlan's hair, one to his back, the other to the bed and then to Jason's, pulling it back to her breast. 
His mouth comes to, kisses the top of her nipple and then it gets dirty and Lachlan moves over some and Andrea giggles. 
Lachlan drags him head up, breaking contact with an obscene pop. "You cool with this?"
"I think so." She cups the base of Jason's skull. "I'll tell you to stop." 
Jason hums, jacks himself a little higher with his elbows and that's a very nice angle as Lachlan pulls his tongue over her breast. She shivers, her hips twitch, and she tangles her fingers in his hair, encourages them with her hands and the little sounds she totally doesn't mean to make in her throat but does anyway and then she jumps and that's apparently that. 
Jason nuzzles her side and Lachlan rolls them all over so he actually has bed.
"What got you going earlier?" asks Andrea, 
"Er." Lachlan grins sheepishly. "Your nightie. The one on the bed? Well, the nightie on /you pushed up to your ribs from riding and squirming all night—"
"Aw, shit, Riley! Stooop!" 
"You're an ass." 
"Yes. Save it for when we're not dead!" Pouts up at Andrea, "You and your pretty mouth'll be the end of me, I'm sure of it."
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Logan debates the merits of lobotomizing himself. Then notices he's watching the cartoon with the smiley rainbow that Andrea watches on Wednesdays like clockwork and starts calculating the force it would take to drive one of his lock picks through his skull.
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"Jesus, Riley, how much lube did you use?"
"I don't really know."
"Little enthusiastic?" snickers Andrea.
"Christ, I'll be washing this stuff out for ages."
"Oh." Lachlan considers Jason for a moment, then spins him against the shower wall and fucks him into the tile.
==Notes==
[1]: This was Jackson's mopey scene before I deleted it. I felt rather ugly about Jackson after reading the rest of the piece in the context of this bit: 
He sighs, doesn’t think about brain loss upon losing enough blood to soak through two wool jumpers after a bad Drift. 
(Doesn’t matter how many transfusions they do, nothing can replace liquefied brain matter.)
Doesn’t think about eyeballs floating in their sockets.
(Doesn’t matter if she’s dead, idiot had it coming.)
Doesn’t think about the silk of a long, black braid in his hand, brushing against his arm as he runs.
Does think about the silk of a twenty-five thousand dollar dress against his skin in an elevator in Hong Kong and Jackson cringes internally so hard he can feel himself shriveling and knows everyone on the face of the planet can see how utterly humiliated he is and if he could die, like, right now and save him having to remember in excruciating detail how it felt between her legs as she towered over him, glowing like a sun and firelight in axinite and he’s pretty sure he’s going to die all over again. 
* I didn't have the cycles to think of synonyms and/or changing sentence structure
* Andrea is a) getting a piggyback from Lachlan as she has very short legs (compared to him and Jason and pretty much every other identifying as male she hangs out with), and b) upon seeing her nightie, thinks Jones had better not have had sex with someone wearing her clothes (though lending them is fine) or in her room
* Andrea isn't completely sold on the idea of penetrative sex yet but quite likes grinding. 
* Normally I'm squicked to no end by oral on guys but this was just hot
* No idea how Jason hurt his knee but the echoes of him have leg problems in Turtles made me happy
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