goddamngrenades | RP Open Post

"This area is off limits," she informs the stranger calmly, aware that York has put himself out of the line of fire. He might be taller than her, but right now, the slumping helps keep him out of direct view.

She waits. But if he-she-they approach further, she'll stand her ground. But any other action, any sign of weapons being drawn, any sign of a charge, will be met by a flash of movement - Carolina, springing forwards, moves in to disarm.

"Eventually, yeah. But not right now." He snorts a soft sigh and leans against Wash, waiting for him to finish. "C'mon. I wanna ride you slow tonight."

They don't answer- and that's what's creepy. They don't talk they just. Linger. Lunge, even, and York is not prepared for this shit.

Carolina, however, is, and the figure struggles to bring up a- is that a tazer? That's a tazer. What the fuck.

His breath catches, stutters and comes out in a startled gasp of breathless laughter. He finishes off his food and shoves the plate away with a certain amount of enthusiasm before turning back to York. "Done."

No, at this point, he thinks he's the luckiest. It's...strange. A little disconcerting, even, to be so casual and relaxed around someone, but it's such a wonderful sensation to slip into. Does he really want to let that go? Even if it's...this side of terrifying? Malcolm calms down, chills out, just a little while York's gone, enough to feel a slight bit more normal, and he's okay with that.

"It's all right, I understand." Children are a lot to deal with to begin with. Add in social anxiety and, well, he's sure that's not what this guy signed up for. "We'll be back after reading time to check the books out. I'll make sure they're orderly in line."

His shoulders drop down from where they'd ratcheted up at the thought of having to read in front of kids and- damn if that isn't pathetic. He was good with kids before, great in fact! And now he can't handle them in groups larger than three and even then three's a struggle. York covers his brief bout of maudlin self loathing with a cleared throat and slight shrug, smile tugging crooked and wry at the scarred corner of his mouth. "Thanks, man. We'll get you back to class on time, cross my heart."

A few bites more and he's finished as well, all but giggling at Wash's eager reaction. It's been awhile- god it's been forever but he wants this. Wants something good with Wash before the job tomorrow. It's a milkrun, sure- but if it isn't? Better to go out with no real regrets.

He slides out of his chair and hooks his arm around Wash's waist, tugging him to the door.

Wash presses up against York's side, nudging him with his hip as they head towards the door. They don't exactly run back to their bunks, but it's a close thing. People get out of there way. There's a few whistles and Wash makes a mental note to assign them extra guard duty before remembering... it doesn't matter.

"Your place?" he murmurs, leaning in to nip at York's earlobe.

So the mess isn't open and it's been awhile since he's last really broke and entered but- hey. How hard can it be? The locks aren't all that complicated and he does make note of what he grabs up for dinner- in Chuck's handwriting not his- and packs himself a little bag of chicken, veg, a can of soup, a can of coffee- pudding cups because why the hell not, and juice boxes. He ducks back in without getting caught and slips back into his room with his spoils in his bag. "So it's not much but it's dinner."

"I do have the better bed." He turns them just enough to head for his door, disengaging the lock with a clicker at his hip from a distance. Makes for easier entry when he's exhausted- which he isn't just yet. Through the door and kicking it closed behind them he's already peeling his shirt up and off. No slow seduction tonight, not even a little. Not when he's got this odd trepidation about tomorrow and this heated weight in his gut.

Wash can take fast. So long as he's here, he wants to spend as much time as he can pressed up against York, memorising every bit of him. He pulls off his own shirt quickly, tossing it somewhere across the room. Doesn't matter. Keeps his gaze fixed on York as he kicks off his pants, an eager look on his face.

He stares at York for a moment, then peers into the bag of goodies, and back again, trying and failing to contain a smirk. "Really putting some of your skills to good use, I see."

"I signed it out." A beat. "With Chuck's handwriting." Because the kid could use a kick in the ass.

"You're terrible. If you really wanted some good food, we could've gone out to see what's still open and serving at this hour." Not that he's complaining. Not really. Not when he nabbed some pudding cups.

"I-" voice dropped low and weighty, he turns to hook an arm around Wash's waist and pull him in close and tight. "Have been think'n about this all damn day."

Skin on skin, lips on throat and every soft twist of Wash's breath from last night stuck with him hard.

"Nah. Stolen food tastes better." He smirks and hauls himself up onto the bed, unpacking the bag. "What's up next?"

"Somehow I doubt that. But then, I was always a good kid who never broke into anywhere before." Yes, he's going to tease. Because York is easily teased. "I'll still eat it, of course. Because you so kindly obtained it to share."

"Hey!" He nudges Malcolm's ribs with his elbow. "It's an effective redistribution of resources not, you know. Illegal."

Well only it's illegal if he gets caught and he never has been.

"Breaking and entering and stealing do tend to be illegal. At least where I'm from."

"Only if you get caught." He smirks. "Come on, enjoy the spoils."

"Oh, I will." He will savour that pudding cup when he gets to dessert. "So long as none of it tastes like memories."

Wash slides his arms around York in return, resting them against the curve of his ass. It presses them close, bodies flush together. He groans softly at that, presses his forehead against York's shoulder. "Couple of days and I need you like fucking air."

"Skin hunger." He smooths a hand up Wash's spine, ending at the nape of his neck. "It's- you get good at ignoring it. And when you're finally somewhere you can indulge it's like- "

Shrugging he focuses more on playing with Washes hair, mouthing at the skin of his jaw. For a long moment this is all he needs. A warm body that he trusts- someone he likes. "Getting drunk."

"No jeager blood included. I promise." Just soup and coffee and things to nibble on.

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