I hope it's ok if I'm a degenerate real quick - but Chorus era WashxTucker will always hit. "I am going to break you, Private Tucker." NEVER FAILSSS
But anyway, Tucker is constantly exhausted, it's like moving through quick sand when he wakes up and at the end of the day, he's lucky if he even has the energy to eat before collapsing in bed - it seriously cuts into his "me time" (Tucker hasn't gotten himself off in days) sometimes he'll shove his hand down his pants, or just under his blanket since he sleeps nude, and tries to pull one off but he just falls asleep instead with his hand around his deal.
That is until one blessed morning he wakes up like 5 minutes before his alarm and decides this is his chance. Riiight before he can finish, Agent Wash barges in to pull him out of bed and gets an eye full of Tucker, weenor in hand.
The usual yelling ensues, "Private Tucker how many times have I told you to wear clothes to bed and also WHY are you jacking off instead of heading to breakfast"
Tucker doesn't give a gaf, says that keeping him from jacking off is a violation of his human rights and says "either stay and watch or accept that I'm gonna be 3 minutes late to breakfast"
Wash huffs but he walks to the door and closes and locks it with himself still in the room. Tucker is flabbergasted, Wash is staying??
Agent Wash stands in front of Tucker with his Big Freelancer In Charge energy, arms crossed, back straight and totally unamused and says "continue. We don't have all day"
Total confusion from Tucker but I mean, he didn't lose the erection yet and it's been a while so, fuck it.
He gets back to work and it's hard (ha) at first cuz it's Washington watching over him and his face is impossible to read. Is he still angry? Did Tucker break him?? Is he enjoying this? It doesn't matter at this point cuz Tucker already edged himself once this morning and is rapidly approaching a finish he's been craving for days
His hand blurs over his dick for a few more seconds, he's panting, thrusting into his hand and glancing between his dick and Wash a few times and just when he's finally about to blow Wash grabs his wrist and pins his arm to the bed, so so close.
Tucker is immediately out for blood but he's tired, hungry, still pretty horny so he's not in a place to fight.
Wash grabs Tucker's underarmor and codpiece and tosses them on the bed before leaning in close to say "you have 2 minutes to suit up and get your ass to the mess hall, or else."
Tucker has never had a more confusing boner in his life but Wash used his Scary Voice so he crams his dick into his boxers and armor and miserably walks to breakfast.
In my mind, he's pent up and fuzzy all day but does his training as he's told, and Wash would take pity and bring him back to his room to reward good behavior. OK bye
