The Bridge

Kind and calm, Commander Jason Nicholas Ford is a no-nonsense (because it sounds better than little-nonsense) Sentinel with a need for speed and a love for a good beer. (The model used for this Original Role Playing Character is Devin Paisley.)

[joasakura]

1. We were the only two people who took the words “costume party” seriously : Lance and Ford :P

The two sentinels looked at each other uncomfortably.

They were, in fact, surrounded by roughly a hundred other alliance officers in crisp-pressed blues, gold braids and medals glittering in the tasteful lighting.

Even the serving drones, hard-light trays filled with rare Thessian vintages paused at the sight standing in the doorway.

Lance shifted, adjusting his lobster costume in the most dignified way someone could, in fact, wear a gigantic crustacean.

Beside him, Jason tugged his lobsterman’s hat down further on his eyes and whispered “I swear to god, Lance. In my version of English, ‘Fancy Dress’ means something else entirely.”

Lance merely straightened and grabbed the largest beverage he could find. This was not the worst thing he’d ever endured.

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[joasakura]

Lance and Jason! Sexy meeting in a gym!

Jason knew it was one of those stories that was almost too ridiculous to be true- seeing a handsome stranger across the room and feeling your heart just flutter away.

But here he was, rehabbing his knee at the gym after a wave had finally gotten the better of him, and there *he* was, across the way, red-faced, adorable and apologising profusely as a thousand -dollar piece of equipment lay on the floor in an improbable hunk of junk.

"I’m taking him to dinner,"

Jason blurted out, and the old woman stretching her hamstrings beside him just rolled here eyes and tottered off.

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[joasakura]

(◡‿◡✿) Tugging on their hair gently only to move the kisses to their neck

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[mrwilldude]

Intimate moments

[commander-ford]

Jason really hadn't expected it.

It had been the last thing he had been looking for, especially when the entire galaxy was going crazy the way it was.

People were dying, planets were struggling and everyone seemed to put the load on one Commander Shepard. He really, really did not want to switch places with the famed human spectre. He had more than enough keeping his own shit together without worrying about a unknown amount of eyes staring at him, expecting him to fix shit.

Rolling over to the side, Jason tightened his arm around his bedmate, smiling softly against the man's shoulder as the Sentinel finally opened his eyes and just looked at the man next to him.

Lance.

Commander Lance Fisher.

One sexy, awkward man who had completely taken Jason's breath away quicker than he'd ever experienced. If he believed in it, he would have called it love at first sight.

Heck... he didn't mind believing in it, especially now, when the world was so fucked up. It made him feel a little better. A little warmed. A heck of a lot less lonely.

Lance inhaled deeply in his sleep, one arm tucked underneath the pillow and the other grasping for Jason's arm, squeezing it a little. It had been a lot easier to cuddle in bed once that damn omni-cast had come off. Not that they had really let that cast hinder them from doing things together. All sorts of things.

Leaning in, Jason pressed a warm kiss against Lance's neck, then shoulder, chuckling a little as the man next to him shuddered.

"Mmm... what time is it," was the sleepy response after a few seconds, but Lance made no attempts at moving in any way.

"Time to be lazy for a little while longer," Jason replied, then smiled as Lance turned around, rewarding him with a tired, but oh, so beautiful smile before burying his face against Jason's neck.

"Mm... I trust you on that, Commander..."

"Careful now, Commander," Jason teased, dropping a kiss to Lance's messed up, blonde hair. "The power might go to my head."

"I'll take my chances."

Jason chuckled softly again before closing his eyes, inhaling in deeply.

Taking a moment for themselves in all of this, appriciating whatever they could...

They could do that.

Just for five minutes longer.

[lovehouse]

[joasakura]

“I’m sore in places I didn’t even know existed.” - surprise me :D

"Wait, wait." Jason kept repeating as he tried to move the rubble. Everything was grey. The London sky was an endless wall of ash and cold, the buildings were bleached bones and charcoal, poking out of the skin of the city’s corpse. "Wait." He said again.

Two flashes of colour in that monochrome horrorshow. One: Commander Jason Ford, late of the SSV Cerulean, Sentinel. There had been a moment when he thought he might die. There had been reapers everywhere and little else. He’d shut down the safeties on his tech armour, and when it had discharged, wiping out the globby horde of Cannibals that had descended on him, it had shorted everything else out as well. Stripping himself out of his dead hardsuit had taken so long. Too long. Down to the dirty blue of his undersuit, the gold of his hair plastered to his filthy face in the orange glow of his omnitool.

Two: More orange, like a patch of sunlight shining out from the masonry Ford was clawing at. Maybe a flash of battered purple - the only colour a particular paladin had been able to find in the fleet to make him stand out from the white waves of Cerberus. And a spark of blue - the clear blue of biotics, pushing back against the weight of the stone.

"LANCE!?" He shouted, throat parched and words more a harsh croak than anything else. "Come on, mate. You and me, we were just getting started. I promised to take you surfing, back home, remember? Once this was all over, and you said you wanted to eat a witchetty grub and come on then, you have to be ok under here."

Silence, more stones shoved away with aching muscles and fingers bleeding. His amp was stuck in cooldown and Jason’s head ached from it, trying to will the equipment back to life so he could use his powers to aid in the task.

One last shove, a slab the size of an air car and twice as unwieldy and there he was, like an effigy in some old church, the knight with his shield lying in state. The faceplate on that ridiculous purple armour darkened and cracked and Jason fumbled with the releases, hands shaking violently in the cold. “LANCE~!”

The paladin took a deep, gasping breath as the helmet came free and he coughed. “Audio out was shot.” He wheezed as Jason helped him out of his suit. “Suit went when a brute dropped this building on me.” He moved with painful slowness as they stripped off the dead plates. “I am sore in places I didn’t even know existed.” Lance added as he leaned back against the sentinel.

Jason hugged him and Lance winced into it. “How did you even find me?” he rasped, still trying to test the limits of his aching ribs.

"I told you I wasn’t going to let you off the hook about going surfing, didn’t I?" The sentinel chided. "I wasn’t going to let you go."

And if someone was crying, well, they could always blame it on the rain that began to fall from that grey sky.

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[commander-ford]

After the Wars - Surf'n'turf

"I am amazed on just how well Australia got off," Jason said as he took in the long stretch of white-sanded beach known as Bells beach. "But I supposed the Reapers thought that it could wait, being an island and everything. Not like we could go anywhere without ships or boats," he added with a chuckle, inhaling deeply as a breeze washed over him, bringing him that sweet scent of ocean.

He smiled as he turned around, looking at his lover with a fond expression. "How are you holding up, Lance? Sun too much?"

"I'm fine," Lance replied squinting a little as he eyed the beach with a somewhat doubting expression. The blond was wearing a unbuttoned shirt and long, dark shorts as well as one of the N7's highly sought after caps. It had a hole at the front, but it still did its job. Lance, however, wasn't as enthusiastic as Jason was. Sea, sun, high temperatures... He could handle the many different insects and snakes without a problem, but he was more skeptical to the heat and the water.

"Of course, just rolling around at the hotel wouldn't have killed me either."

"Oh, don't be like that. We can't be in Australia without visiting the waves!" Jason said enthusiastically, grinning as he reached out and grabbed Lance's hand. "You don't have to try the waves, but I need to. I haven't surfed in almost ten years."

"If you want to kill yourself while on a plank off wood after surviving the reaper-wars, then by all means," Lance responded dryly, but he had to admit, he was a bit curious. He'd never actually seen someone surf and while it seemed like a very stupid thing to do (kind of like nailing your feet to two, thin planks of wood, then setting down the mountain... Also called skiing if memory served...), it was also fascinated. He could already see people hitting the massive waves that rolled towards the beach and the control they had... It was fascinating. Maybe the Alliance should take some training here as well, just to build up further leg-muscles and leg-control.

"Come on, lets find ourselves a nice spot with an umbrella," Jason mused as he tugged his somewhat reluctant lover to the beach.