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Feygan ([personal profile] feygan) wrote2015-09-04 09:41 pm

RaSta 05 [Pacific Rim, Raleigh/Stacker]

Title: RaSta (working title)
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Pacific Rim
Pairing: Raleigh Becket/Stacker Pentecost
Genre: action, romance, mpreg
Summary: Young Raleigh Becket has a crush on Stacker Pentecost. Shit happens, as it's wont to do.

"We won't embarrass the PPDC," Raleigh said. He stared down at his tray, afraid to meet Stacker's eyes. He didn't know what he'd do if he saw even a trace of disgust there.

As long as you don't cry in front of him, he thought, everything can be all right. You're not that whiny crybaby anymore. You can't fall apart because your feelings are hurt.

Yancy's foot pressed against his under the table. It was the promise of solidarity.

Raleigh picked up his spoon and brought a scoop of pudding to his mouth. Even at the end of the world there was chocolate pudding. It was comforting.

"We won't embarrass you on TV," he said around his spoon.

"I know you won't, Mr. Becket." Stacker's voice was quiet. Intimate. It made Raleigh's skin feel too-warm and tight. "You've never embarrassed me."

Raleigh's face felt like it was on fire. And his dick had decided to take a sudden interest in the situation. It made a knot coil in his stomach to have Stacker so close, reachable.

He worried that he was going to embarrass himself. It made him want to pull a fast retreat, which was ridiculous. He'd never run from a kaiju, yet he wanted to run from a man.

Stacker isn't just a man, he thought. And it was true. Stacker Pentecost was his past, his present, and he'd really hoped his future. Until he'd screwed everything up.

He ate the last bit of pudding and dropped his spoon in the bowl. He cleared his throat. "When do they want to interview us?"

"They're flying a reporter and cameraman out next week," Stacker said. "They should be here Wednesday."

"Great." Yancy clapped his hands together. "That will give us time to prepare. Spa day, anyone?"

Raleigh snorted and rolled his eyes. Trust Yancy to bring out his sense of humor just when it was needed. There were times when they didn't even need the Drift to read each other's needs.

"You do what you need to get ready, Misters Becket," Stacker said. He stood, his chair scraping against the floor. He leaned over the table, bringing his mouth close to Raleigh's ear. "We should have a conversation when we have a moment alone. We have quite a bit to discuss."

Raleigh swallowed the knot in his throat. "Do we?"

"We do." Stacker straightened his back and gave a stiff nod. "When you are ready, Mr. Becket. Take your time. I'll be waiting."

He didn't give Raleigh time to nerve himself up to a response. Stacker turned on his heel and strode away, uniform as immaculate as always.

Raleigh watched him go, then buried his face against the bend of his elbow with a groan.

"Cut it out, drama queen." Yancy slapped Raleigh across the back. "That wasn't bad at all. The way you've been acting, I would have thought Pentecost wanted to spit in your face."

"He probably does," Raleigh groaned. "He was just too polite to do it in front of everyone."

"Well, if that's what you're into." At Raleigh's glare, Yancy raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay. Don't use the laser vision on me."

As sometimes happened when a memory was triggered, Raleigh experienced a flashback from their shared past. Two tow-headed boys running around a leaf-strewn backyard in the fall. One wore a blue cape, the other a red cape, and together they leapt and raced around, throwing themselves on a child-sized playset with abandon. They had no sense of their own mortality, enjoying the confidence of the very young.

Raleigh let the memory play out across his mind's eye. He'd learned that was the easiest way to deal with Ghost Drift. Any kind of interference and he could end up awash in bad memories--Momma drinking whiskey in the bathtub, hair in lank strands around her face. Her shouts ringing in his ears as she mistook him for his father.--or worse.