#thomasflint

[sleepyandunmotivated]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter: 1/1

Pairing: Thomas Hamilton/Captain Flint|James McGraw

Rating: Explicit

Summary: James McGraw was living a relatively normal life after the world ended. That was until a man foolish walked into one of his traps. (The Last of Us Ep. 3 AU for ThomasFlint)

[sixtoskypiea]

Fluffffffffy

[onlyonewoman]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

It felt like Billy tried to keep him from leaving, or holding onto him to not be taken away, as if Ben had been the riggings on a ship in storm and the man’s only chance to save the ship and survive the night. It was desperate, a clingy embrace and for some reason it aroused tenderness in Ben. He would let his hand stroke in circles over Billy’s shoulders, let it wander all the way down to where the loop of his trousers would’ve been but never further, always the same, predictable pattern across the warm skin, never touching his most intimate parts and strangely enough no man’s or woman’s touch had ever felt more intimate to Ben than this. And the name for it still refused to appear.

[onlyonewoman]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

”How come you didn’t leave then, huh? Of all the places here, you just had to choose the one with that view? Don’t fucking blame me for noticing you sneaking.” Billy was blushing and Ben took another step forward. ”If you didn’t like the view, all you had to do was leave. And speaking of purpose… you were crossing that border first, if I’m not mistaken and I’m sick of you acting like you want to fuck me one moment and then like I’m some sort of plague in the next. You’re acting like a petulent child, Billy, and right now I’d rather tan your ass than fuck it. Maybe that could make that thick head of yours finally slip out!”

He stopped and for a moment they just starred at each other, Ben breathed heavily, heart beating too fast and before he had a chance to move out of reach, the former first mate grabbed his arms in a bruising grip and threw him on the floor.

[onlyonewoman]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The heavy, sleeping form seemed to relax from the touch and Ben couldn’t help but feeling a small hint of gentless hitting his heart. He didn’t dare to guess if it meant anything in particular and pushed away the images of Flint and Thomas on the field, of Silver’s gaze at the reunion that uninvated kept visiting his mind. There was no comparison between those two men and this silent embrace and the fact that it came back to Ben now, didn’t mean this meant anything even close to the scene on the field. The importunate longing that had made him leave Silver and the island behind remained unnamed and, unfortunately, anything but silenced. An incautious move made Ben’s sore foot twist a little and he hissed. ”Damnit…” ”So you’re awake… Was starting to wonder.”

[onlyonewoman]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

”I’m taking a look at your foot.” Ben silently stretched it out with a grimaze and hissed when the large hands lifted and squeezed it a little. Billy took his shirt off and teared one of the sleeves off, to use as a bandage. ”That’s not necessairy.” ”Just following what Dr. Howell would’ve ordered.” ”He was a good man.” ”Saved more lives and limbs than he ever took, God rest his soul, and still he met his end at the noose.” ”Vane should’ve let us save him. Would have changed a lot.”

[onlyonewoman]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

”Bloody hell!” So, now he’d sprained his ancle too. This evening only got better and when he eventually would be back at the cabin, Ben highly doubted Billy would have much pity for him. As a matter of fact, Ben didn’t have the tiniest pity for himself, despite the pain. He cursed between pressed teeth as he started to hobble his way through the brushwoods. ”Just… fucking… like you, Ben Gunn. You bloody cunt… Son of whore!” Now, that was unfair to his late mother, who’d been a pious woman not lifting her skirt for other than saving the welt from street mud and Ben hastily crossed himself, sending a silent pledge for forgiveness to the woman who surely would cry in shame and despair should she know the route her only son had taken.

[onlyonewoman]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

”They were your brothers once. Were they not?” ”Until they turned their backs on me.” ”They wouldn’t have…” ”Had I not made Silver a fucking legend, don’t you think I know that?” ”The intention was good.” ”Fuck my intentions, Ben. See where they lead me.” ”If you think Silver’s much happier where he is, you’re mistaken.” Billy laughed. ”I can imagine he’s feeling a little trapped. He never understood commitment unless he had the upper hand. All he ever cared about was the damn Urca gold.” ”That was true once, I guess. But not anymore.”