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Agent York | Taylor Murray ([personal profile] goddamngrenades) wrote2015-04-15 03:46 pm
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[personal profile] tactical_alert 2015-06-21 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
York leads, but Malcolm is right there with him, in time. York avoids collisions by being aware, and part from Malcolm inching them one way or another. Here they are. There is a moment where it is them, enjoying the music and each other and them, only them, close heat and synchronous rhythm. They haven't quite reached that point in sparring, though they're getting there. Here is different. Here they move together as two halves of a whole.

It's enough to feel Taylor's pulse, in time with his own, and that alone is...different. Not wrong. He can't say wrong, but it's different, and he's becoming aware of this. He has the good sense enough to wait until the familiar beat dies down for a different one to wind up before he pulls himself away and says nothing, just makes a straight line for the bar.
tactical_alert: (another drink will numb those senses)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2015-06-22 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
His skin feels like it's vibrating, a vague buzz that has nothing to do with sweat or with the music jolting his bones. And it already feels like he's coming down off of some kind of very small high. Another drink will steady him, ease him back into...into normalcy.

From afar, he eyeballs York and that hot little number he'd picked up. Good. Good for him. Better that way, maybe.
beforeblue: (Before Epsilon)

[personal profile] beforeblue 2015-06-22 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
His breath comes more ragged now, and he can feel every muscle in his legs. Not exactly the way he usually works out after all. He pushes himself up for a moment only to press back down, trying to shove himself over that shining edge. Not quite, but so close. He jerks when Taylor wraps a hand around him, calloused fingers rough against his cock, hips seeking more. "Christ, Taylor... please..."
tactical_alert: (let me pop a few buttons here)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2015-06-22 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
Good wingman. Mal should follow suit. Find a pretty number himself to spend time with. But he finds that he's distracted, and after some only meager and mostly abortive attempts, he calls it a night. The air is better, helps clear him up, and the longer he's away, the better he feels. (No. Not the right phrase, not better. Normal. More normal.)

Still, sleep isn't going to come easily tonight, so he works out instead, beating a bag until he's pretty sure he'll have bruises, a long shower (as long as he thinks he can get away with, anyway), and settling into sleep. He's actually anxious to see Taylor when they next meet. Like he isn't sure if something's going to be changed between them or not, or if he's just...crazy, somehow. Maybe he's crazy. Maybe there was something in his drink. Still, he'll stick to being his stern and stiff teacher side than the dancing wingman, especially on base. Easier to slip back into that.
tactical_alert: (and what have we here)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2015-06-25 02:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Right. Maybe he's crazy, then. Malcolm takes a look at his student up and down, trying not to smirk. "I hope you're well rested after the night you've apparently had." Maybe this can be normal. There's nothing out of place here. Nothing happened.
tactical_alert: (prettyboy smirk of amusement)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2015-06-25 02:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"It looks like you're the one whose ass got kicked. I'll not judge what anyone is into," he adds with an actual smirk this time.

"All right, let's see how you're doing with that eye when you don't have anyone to warn you what's coming. We'll start with routine three pins, then we'll move on from there. Ready?"
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[personal profile] beforeblue 2015-06-25 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
It's enough, all of it, the prick of Taylor's nails against his hip, the heat of his hand and slide of his thumb against David's cock, the heat and pressure and slide of Taylor inside him. It sends him tumbling over the edge of his climax, breath ragged, words moreso, a string of curses and begging and desperation.
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[personal profile] tactical_alert 2015-06-25 03:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh the staff work is coming. This is just a quick warmup match. Some days are quick, some days are a struggle, but at the same time it feels like it's all getting easier, smoother between them. That they're flowing between moves better. Reading one another better. The first pin is hard won, and it feels good. It even feels good to be this close to him. A heat, closeness, moving together with each other. Malcolm barely remembers to get up and offer his hand. Don't get distracted now.
beforeblue: (Wash)

[personal profile] beforeblue 2015-06-25 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
He feels Taylor shudder, rocks against him to drag the last of the energy from the both of them. He just wants to melt against him now, could give up everything right here and now and lie here forever.

When Taylor flops back onto the bed, Wash is still numb and fuzzy with pleasure. He pushes himself up and off Taylor's body, only enough to moved the few inches he needs to collapse next to him, a sprawling heap, lazy and boneless and satisfied.
tactical_alert: (brush the dust off my shoulders)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2015-06-25 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think that day is fast approaching, young grasshopper." So much for super stern and strict teacher. He still has a loose feeling from the night before, but only around Taylor, apparently. Thank god nobody else is here to see this.

Maybe he's getting soft. No, that's not it. He's just a little tired and distracted, and that's why York pins him down next. It's a nice dance they have going. Call and reply. He's slightly dazed for it. "Excellent form," he compliments all the same, because it's true.
tactical_alert: (examinations)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2015-06-25 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Seems you've actually been picking up a few things from watching me, and I am not, in fact, teaching thin air." He laughs a little. "Maybe we should skip straight to the stickwork, see just how you are with a versatile melee weapon, since I know how good you are hand to hand."
tactical_alert: (isn't this bloody well ironic)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2015-06-25 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't know, we still might want to get an xray to make sure of that." Malcolm pulls himself away, feeling like he can breathe a little easier once he does, to retrieve the short poles. "We could always try fencing sometime. More strict, more finesse, not your style at all. Maybe I just want to laugh at you to make me feel better about myself." He tosses one over.