Compliment
Author: wanderingsmith
apr 21, 2015
Summary: "I think Barney too sleepy sleepy
to make crazy-Christmas wear monkey suit."
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I ain't got no money, and nobody'd
be daft enough to pay me for this. As it is thought,
so let it be said; you make the toys, I play with
'em..
He could feel the night winding down: even the kids were
talking quietly now.
Caesar and Toll were lounging back in their chairs and
muttering too low for anyone to hear. Gunner actually
silent as he sucked a beer bottle desultorily; though
his eyes were awake as he listened to Thorn chatting
happily, if a little tiredly, about their little shared
toy. Lee wasn't sure he wanted to know who was going to
get custody of the thing. He also wasn't sure what
Smilee thought he was going to accomplish glowering at
the half-mad Swede.
Galgo and Doc seemed to have decided to see which of
them could rile Luna to a hammer-punch first as she sat
between them, sipping a whiskey as though it was a
ritual.
Mars.. apparently couldn't take his liquor and was
sleeping upright in his chair; Smilee's arm occasionally
swinging back to keep him vertical.
And Barney was slouching like Lee, their shoulders
serving to prop them both up. His eyes were still
slitted open, but his head was tilted toward Lee and the
brit was watching his companion's beer to catch it when
it started to tilt in loose hands. Looked like he was
the one who was going to have to call it a night. Too
much time crawling through tunnels in the Romanian
countryside; he knew Barney was overtired. He'd be
snoring before Lee even finished rubbing his shoulders
down, tonight.
"Uho. Visitors just walked in."
Toll's words pulled Lee's attention over his shoulder
just as an unfortunately familiar voice rang out across
the bar.
"Heyyyy! Barney! Wakey wakey. I am getting married!
Though you two *do* look sweet; perhaps we should make
it a double wedding. What do you think, Yin?" Lee really
hated to admit that the bleached megawatt smile the
annoying bastard aimed at his companion, for all its
smirk, also seemed to have some actual affection.
"I think Barney too sleepy sleepy to make
crazy-Christmas wear monkey suit."
Lee snorted, trying not to laugh at the dig, feeling
Barney sigh before he unhurriedly sat up besides him.
"Don't think they make them small enough for *you*,
Yang, I take it you're wearing the dress?"
Their old Chinese comrade just smirked back at him,
nodding his head at the oversized Austrian with an arm
possessively across his back, "Couldn't find one fit
*him*."
"That ain't no problem, man, I know a guy does
absolutely beautiful stuff," Even Lee had to snicker as
Doc gave Trench an assessing once-over as the kids all
cracked up, "I'm sure he could make even you a pretty
faerie."
"He got fairy part down pat, Doc, he just not have
*outfit*."
The groans of "T.M.I.!" and "Get a room!" and cracks of
laughter from just about every Expendable still wasn't
enough to cover the taller groom's booming laugh as
Trench beamed down at his fiancé, "And you are such a
sexy bitch, Yin. I am a very lucky man."
Watching Yang roll his eyes as he shifted his stance and
threw a punch at the 'lucky' man's diaphragm before
calmly taking the beers the waiter brought over, Lee
shook his head, twisting his lips into mock-sorrow, "Aw
Yang!! It's a *compliment*! Should appreciate those."
Not that *Lee* objected to Barney's annoying old friend
getting folded over and left to desperately try to catch
his breath, mind you!
Taking a swallow of one of the beers he held, the
straight-faced man shrugged indifferently, "So is
punching him. Means I believe he tough enough to take
it."
Lee had to nod at that one, "Fair enough." Looking away
from the two men, he caught the tail end of a weird look
on Barney's face as the Expendables' commander turned
from Lee to the newcomers.
"Just why are you here, Trench?"
"Yes, are you not aware that this state does not have
gay marriage, at the moment?"
It surprised no one to hear Galgo jump into the
conversation. Except maybe Mauser, who managed to turn a
raised brow at the always-chatty fellow as he slowly
straightened, still wheezing, "I am aware. But a man
desires his friends to be present when he promises to
love, honour and cherish the love of his life, even if
it is in Vegas."
Crap. Lee turned a glower at Barney, who was already
giving the Austrian a tired glare, "We're not that kind
of friends, Trench."
The sardonic look aimed at both Barney *and* Lee didn't
bode well, even before the annoying prick opened his
mouth, "I know that. But Yin thinks of you all as
friends."
Fucking crap. Even Lee couldn't argue against that. And
Trench's smirk at them said he knew it.
The annoyed look on Barney's face when he glanced at Lee
said *he* knew it.
--
"Fucking Vegas. It'll be 110 fucking degrees out there!
Why the hell did Yang have to hook up with that arrogant
bastard, anyway??"
Barney's eyes drifted upwards at Lee's rant, putting his
coffee mug on the table and lazily getting up from his
lounging seat. Too bad they hadn't just left last night;
the extra time to anticipate the trip hadn't done Lee's
temper any good. He'd long since gotten unbreakable
china, but he still had to flinch at the hard clacks
resulting from an annoyed mercenary doing his dishes.
Stepping up to wrap himself around Lee's back, Barney
didn't waste his time trying to make his agitated lover
feel any better about dealing with Barney's old nemesis.
When the temperamental brit made up his mind, it could
take *years* for him to change his opinion. And it
wasn't as though Barney didn't agree with this
particular judgement; he just wasn't annoyed enough to
join Lee in his jerky movements in the sink. "We can
just make it a one-night thing, come back as soon as
they're done."
"Umph. Long fucking flight for one night."
Shifting his hold to allow Lee to reach for the drying
rack, Barney turned his head to press his lips to the
soft skin behind the man's right ear, smiling at feeling
a second's hesitation in his lover's physical ranting.
It had taken a while to really believe the effect he had
on Lee after too many years convinced his attraction had
no chance of being returned, but the stubborn brit had
enjoyed pounding that knowledge into him just as much as
he enjoyed ribbing him about his appreciation for
skulls.
Knowing that he could walk up to Lee in the middle of a
furious rant and have him settle into a quiet cuddle
with a few touches might just make *him* an arrogant
bastard, one of these days.
But not today; he hoped. The abrupt splashing cut down
drastically, and Lee's weight was suddenly leaning back
against him as he muttered, far lower and calmer, "Still
say it's too long a flight."
"Um. Not arguing." He did keep sneaking kisses, though.
Between the days in the field and how worn out they were
last night, it'd been too damn long since he'd had Lee's
skin under his lips. Or hands, for that matter. They
should turn their damn phones off at night: Toll had
been one thing, but now him *and* Galgo were forcing
him, *them*, now, awake at un-godly hours. When he'd
been alone, it hadn't really bothered him, but now?
Fuck! He just wanted to have a lazy morning with his
fucking lover, for fuck's sake!
The flight they were taking wasn't leaving for another
five hours, though... Barney stared down the open front
of the shirt Lee wore, hunger coiling in as it got the
word it might just get satisfied. How the hell he'd
ended up with this man in his arms, he didn't know.
But he *did* suspect, after reviewing last night's
conversation with a clear head, that he wasn't being
duly appreciative.
"I just don't have the words for compliments, Lee. But
you *are* a *fucking* sexy bitch," ..Christ! That had
been a damned hard shudder! ..Hell, maybe he could make
himself spit out nonsensical expressions more often, if
his man actually enjoyed them this much... "Strong,
gorgeous, good; very fucking sexy."
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