rorschach's journal

"We're landing in 10. Make sure you have everything you need." The planet you're bound for is in view, and it won't be long until you're on solid ground again. Hunter returns to his spot by the navicomputer and leans over the controls, doing something undiscernible as you prepare to finally land.

It hasn't been that long, but fresh air is still desperately wanted. And some room to spread out, as Wrecker stands beside you and stretches his arms, almost bumping into multiple parts of the ship. You feel cramped and stuffed tight in this ship, so you can't imagine how he deals with it. And for much longer periods of time, too.

He lets out a grunt as he fixes his one shoulder, before trying to crack his neck. He gives it a few rolls around before leaning it hard to one side, and then the opposite.

Even with all of his armor but his helmet on, you can see the way his muscles flex above the collar of his bodyglove. The veins running up either side of his neck, or the bump on his throat.

It's... Distracting.

If anyone were to take a look at you they'd know you were quite obviously staring, and with quite an incriminating expression to boot. Thankfully when Wrecker turns towards you however, you have your composure back.

"What?" He looks down at you as he cracks his knuckles next, one hand before the other.

You and Wrecker have a little bit of an odd relationship; Usually involving plenty of joking around and silly flirting. It's something that's progressed over time and you don't know exactly where you both stand in it all, but it's fun. He's sweet, and you enjoy being around him.

It also helps that he's so easy on the eyes, saying the first words that tumble out of your mouth and not remembering where you are.

"You look so hot when you do that."

Wrecker grins, and Crosshair turns around in the co-pilots seat to look at you, and all the sudden you realize that the two of you aren't alone.

You want to melt into the floor.

"Oh yeah?" He nods, smirking while he pulls at his shoulder in another position; But you can see some of his shyness peeking through. "I'll uh, keep it in mind." His smile is a bit softer now; As much of a confident dynamo as Wrecker is, sometimes he has trouble taking genuine compliments.

The airlock is a few steps away, if I just throw myself out of it...

He's still stretching, and the relieved moan he lets out when his shoulder finally gives way and releases gets far too twisted in the gutters of your mind.

You only manage to pull yourself out when you have to, as Hunter returns from messing with the navicomputer and you quickly turn to him.

"Everything going well?" You say, hoping he doesn't notice the way you and Wrecker are both acting. But who are you kidding; There's zero way Hunter didn't here.

If only Wrecker would stop smiling at you like that...

"There's a small storm forming right over the base, so it might be a bumpy landing." Hunter looks between the both of you, his usual tired expression more so exaggerated than usual.

"And keep it on the down low, you two?" You purse your lips tight, looking at Hunter.