ammunition
by skazka

ammunition

skazka

Summary

Thomas and Sol enjoy a closeness.

Notes

Imported from Archive of Our Own. Original work id: 30132924.

Chapter 1

“Pretty as a picture, Tommy,” Sol says when he shows him his spendings. Teasing or earnest, it makes no difference, for this is the closest to a marine that Armitage will ever be. They have kissed and clipped and frigged each other, and here they lie with flies undone, in their pocket of warmth and light — nestled against Tozer’s side, the heavy smell of sweat is in his nose, and the sharp reek of Tozer’s nature fills the air between them, slick and male. Armitage licks the tallow from the sergeant’s callused fingers, tasting salt-brine, and thanks him for it.

End Notes

Another Twitter prompt -- to atone for mistagging my Hartnell fic I need to write more Armitage content. Too many Thomases.