#riverising

what happens when you get two hawkeyes in a room together? complete and utter chaos unravels. it was nothing in comparison to the operation kate had attempted to conduct the previous night, though. she vaguely remembers clint telling her not to pursue the lead without him, but the thing is... she thought she could do it. she was a hero after all! heroes should be able to be heroes without a constant partner. [perhaps, somewhere throughout the inner monologue she gave herself about being brave and not needing her partner, she missed the memo where she did, in fact, need clint.]

Raylan should have put a stop to the whole thing the moment words that were too dirty for a work day started to slip from Tim's mouth. Out of the corner of his eye he watched Tim's hand rubbing himself through his jeans and Raylan's felt too tight and uncomfortable. It was when Tim's hand snaked over to Raylan's side, rubbing him through worn denim, that Raylan thought he might veer right off the road.

"Gutterson," he growled softly, "I get us into an accident on the way to Harlan, you're gonna be the one explainin' to Art what happened."

But that didn't stop the what Tim had in mind and Raylan could figure it out easily enough when Tim worked open the button and fly to slip a hand inside.

He had to fight to keep his eyes on the road when Tim eased over slowly, bending himself over the center console. The first swipe of Tim's tongue over the length of his cock brought a sharp "fuck" from his lips and he was grateful for the empty stretch of road leading from Lexington to Harlan because he might have slammed them into on coming traffic.

Raylan shifted his position, trying to make it easier for Tim to slip his mouth over hard flesh. Fingers of his right hand tangling in the sniper's hair while the left gripped the steering wheel hard. It wasn't the first time someone'd gone down on him in the middle of a drive, but the first when he'd been on the clock.

Unable to focus on the road any longer, Raylan pulled over to the side, putting the seat back just a little bit more for comfort.

it's   the   timing   that's   impressive.   DIN   STOOD   OUT,   word   would   fly   around   on   that   small   planet   that   a   mandalorian   bounty   hunter   was   looking   for   a   rebel   twi'lek.   with   said   rebel   now   in   carbonite   and   the   hunter   NOT   LONG   FOR   THE   OUTER   RIM   ROCK,   the   fact   that   someone   was   able   to   track   him   down   in   the   small   window   of   time   was...   unexpected.

a   light   blinked   and   marked   the   charging   fuel   cells   of   his   razorcrest,   the   encased   rebel   boldly   visible   from   the   ships   open   maw.   with   a   hand   casually   on   his   blaster   as   he   sat   next   to   his   ship,   DIN   DID   LITTLE   ELSE   TO   GREET   whoever   thought   they'd   approach   a   guild   bounty   hunter

❝ there’s something not right here... i feel cold.  death. ❞

❝ we’re going to get pulverized if we stay out here much longer. ❞

                      from the vantage point of all by directly behind, it appeared all the world as if skywalker’s x-wing had swallowed him up to his waist, only his brilliant jumpsuit clad legs dangling out the rear of one of the craft’s props.   it was the best position he could muster to reach so deep within the propulsion system, fiddling here and there to improve the system to his liking.   as with any pilot with a mechanic’s background, downtime often filled itself with the small alterations and repairs that made the craft of the alliance, even when visually similar, absolutely unique.

                     there wasn’t any one thing which led to him shimmying from his awkward spot at that very moment, but in his mind, there was a particular tool he required for the next step, but he’d forgotten it.   from prop to deck was a short drop, not even requiring him to crouch into the landing, but it did place him within eyeshot of the other, a human male the squadron leader did not recognize.     ❝  can i help you?  ❞     the offer accompanied an easy lopsided smile, luke wiping engine lubricant off his hands with an already filthy rag.   useless almost, but it wasn’t as if he was going to muck his uniform further than his tinkering already had, a self-deprecating lilt falling over his expression.      ❝  if we haven’t yet met, i’m commander skywalker.   i’d shake your hand but…  ❞     he helplessly raised his still oily hands.