Send ‘🍑’ for my Muse to find Yours bent over something with their ass on display
Some valves still needed some work so Carlos was working down in engineering. He had a wall panel off and he was on his knees with his upper body buried in the bulkhead. His jeans pulled kind of tight around his backside from this position, but he didn’t really notice.
Yondu blinks walking by then backs up looking at his mate and grins thinking then sneaks up and slaps his ass cheeks. Then high tail runs out laughing.
Carlos yelped loudly and jumped until his head hit a pipe in
the wall. His own voice and the thud from his head echoed around him and he
couldn’t scramble out of the bulkhead fast enough before Yondu was gone.“God… dammit!” Carlos muttered, still sitting on his knees
on the floor. He was going to give Yondu a hard time when they saw each other
again (lovingly so, but still a hard time).Later that night in the mess Yondu was having his normal bowl of beasties and soup listening to peter and kraglin bicker about something or another when Carlos walks in and he grins.
Carlos came by with his usual – it was a sort of pasta-like
dish that he really liked, with pickled bits of fruit on top that sort of
tasted like black olives – and he sat beside Yondu. He gave Yondu a slight
glare, but then grinned and nudged him with his elbow. Carlos wasn’t mad –
really, he wasn’t.
“Hey there, Captain,” he greeted.
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