FNF/Tankmen Oneshots

Bathroom Situation -Ted x Steve-

Sorry I just like writing with Sniper

Warnings

-Unsanitary(?)

-Suggestive

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Ted looked at the mirror. It had been three weeks since he had last had time to shower, and God did he feel disgusted. Ted had just gotten back from a three-week long reconnaissance with a group of soldiers. During that time, he had no access to clean water, meaning he had no way to shower or shave, which led to him having the start of a beard and greasy hair. All he needed to do was shave, shower, and sleep. It just so happened that a group of soldiers had taken over the showers, so Ted was forced to wait near the sinks in his sweat-drenched white tank top and skin-tight black uniform pants. Ted stepped back to sit on the green plastic bench that was behind the sinks. He closed his eyes while running one hand through his greasy hair, frowning at the texture of it. Footsteps coming down the hall were soon heard. Ted stopped what he was doing as the soldier walked in and shifted his gaze down to the floor, hoping the soldier entering would just see that the showers were full and just leave or that he wouldn't have to talk to them. As he was thinking to himself, a sudden voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Oh, hey Sniper! Surprised to see you back from the reconnaissance so soon. "

The voice of the soldier spoke in a cheery tone, making Ted frown. Was it really that hard to remember his own name? And who the hell did this guy think he was? It was a known rule in the showers that there were no conversations. Just get in, get clean and get out. So, what did this soldier need that he broke the talking rules for? And why did he need to talk to Ted, of all people? How unusual. Ted was doing his best to ignore the soldier. Ted then felt a sudden tap on his shoulder, causing him to look up with a scowl on his face.

"What!?" Ted snapped as he stared at the soldier who turned out to be Steve, who held a surprised expression at the sudden rudeness from Ted. He noticed that he had no shirt on, causing his gaze to be caught by the other man's muscular tone. Ted growled, not letting himself be distracted. He then looked back up at Steve.

"No need to be aggressive man, we are all friends here." Steve smiled as he looked down at the sniper. Ted just frowned, turning his head to avoid staring, but this action only resulted in Steve grabbing the shorter man's chin and making him look up at him as he felt Steve's thumb rubbing against his beard. Ted's face instantly flared up into a bright red. He shifted his pants, getting a bit uncomfortable from the sudden touch.

"I see while you were out on reconnaissance, you started growing a beard. I like it suits your attitude. " Steve said in a low voice, making Ted scowl and slap Steve's hand away from his face.

"Don't fucking touch me!" Ted yelled as he fell back onto the bench, making a slight grunt as he hit it. Steve looked down at him, his light blue eyes burning into Ted's neon greens. Steve reached down to feel Ted's hair, but he was interrupted by Ted's sudden rude intrusion.

"Why the fuck are you shirtless?" Ted grumbled his eyes, looking down at the other man's chest, but he looked back up as Steve flexed his arms. Ted wasn't scrawny, he was quite muscular and had a decent share of training, but the Captain and Steve were considered some of the strongest members of the army. And now Steve was casually showing off in front of him. Ted hated that Steve's showing off made him slightly aroused. It made it worse that another soldier could walk in on them at any time.

"Well, we were doing some weightlifting earlier and the captain told us that it would be best to do it with our shirts off and I didn't have the time to put my shirt back on." Steve said as he looked down at where Ted was staring at.

"And I can see that you sure like the view, huh Sniper?"

That earned a hard punch from the short man, with Ted fuming in anger as he sat down and crossed his legs, his half-chub rubbing up against them, making him fidget more.

"Shut the fuck up asshole. You should know better than to walk into a room with your shirt off. " Ted snapped back as another soldier walked by with a bag of used clothes, eyeing the two of them. Ted flipped the other soldier off as they exited the room.

"I sure see that you are quite excited about this."

Steve laughed as Ted flipped him off, pulling down his tank top to cover his crotch as he stood up. Steve grabbed him before he could enter the showering room.

"Let go of me fucker! I need to take a shower. I haven't taken one in three weeks! "

"What's gotten into you? Can't even talk to your friend? How rude. " Steve said, giving Ted a shove as he let him go.

"I was only offering to help your little situation down there." Steve chuckled as he gave Ted a pat on the back.

Ted turned bright red as he heard those words come out of Steve's mouth, as he could feel his pants tighten a bit more.

"Fuck you! This is your fucking fault, you prick! " Ted yelled as he walked into the shower room, avoiding the stares from the other soldiers who were getting dressed.

"Come to me if you are ever tired of jacking it alone!" Ted heard Steve yell that last sentence as he shut the door to the shower stall.

He had gotten undressed and turned on the water, starting down at his obvious erect dick.

Steve and the Captain were going to be the death of him.

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Words: 985

The Tankmen are fun to write