goddamngrenades | RP Open Post

It makes sense. Prettier way of putting it than Wash could have thought of. He shudders with the touch, eyes dropping closed when York's fingers brush against the AI port at the back of his neck. York's lips are hot against his jaw, and Wash wants him to leave a mark, some proof, evidence that he had been there.

"Yeah. Feel that way. Could drown like this."

"We're going to be a mess tomorrow. Like kids who stayed up too late while mum and dad weren't home."

"Drown'n with you ain't so bad a way to go." He drags his nails back up Wash's neck, rolling his thumb over the scarred implantation site. His own wasn't so rough, so ragged. A clean scar of burned skin where Delta used to live- taken from him after he'd nearly died. Tex took care of him.

Carolina's had been angry too and a dim flicker of a memory has him dragging his teeth along Wash's throat, the flat of his thumb rolling back and forth over Wash's scar. David's scar. Here they're just Taylor and David and everything else doesn't matter.

"We'll be fine. Besides, you gotta go into the drift when you're outside your head exhausted sometimes. Kaiju don't care about sleep schedules when they hit the rift."

"I'm aware." Although at the same time, it's not good to send an exhausted team out if another could take their place and still have good odds of taking out a kaiju. "Do you think that's how we should do it? Just be exhausted staying up all night having our little just-us party, so if it works, it'll only get easier from there?"

It drags a soft noise from him, something between a groan and a noise of pain. It's the memories more than actual hurt though. He keeps that spot covered whenever he's out of his suit, the scarred spot that he'd clawed at trying to rip Epsilon out of his head.

"Hey Taylor," he says,, tilting his head so he can look him in the eyes. "When this is over, let's go somewhere. Some nice outer colony with an ocean."

"We could pass out during the next movie but man, are you gonna get any sleep tonight? Cuz I'm not." NOt for lack of trying, he's too keyed up.

"Yeah babe?" It trips out of his mouth before he can stop it, not that he really wants to try. It fits. In a weird sort of way he hasn't thought about in for fucking ever, it fits. That's more than enough reason for him to turn his lips against David's jawline before he pulls away. "Go surfing, tan naked?"

"...Could use another kick of coffee, but no, I suppose I'm not." He sports a light frown. "Did you and Carolina get off without a hitch?"

Wash's breath catches with the endearment, and then he grins, a hint of red colouring his cheeks. "Yeah. That. Get some colour on our skin after spending near a decade in a sealed suit." It didn't exactly help when he was already pale.

"God no." He snorts a soft laugh. "We fell hard into one of my childhood memories because she didn't really have a living or loving mother growing up. It was kinda bizarre playing piggyback to just- knocking around as a family, you know?"

"Sounds like a plan." Something to shoot for. Something to hold on for. He thought he'd had that with Carolina and up until that last moment where he didn't trust her enough to include her- he had. But this? This is good.

This will work.

He trusts David. "We're gonna have to order in. I can't cook for shit."

"We all know the rules. You don't chase the rabbit. But I have to imagine that someone who's never done it before might be...tempted." He's worried. Does he sound worried? "Did you have to keep trying until you got it right?"

It's something to hope for. Something to guide him, even if he's never going to get it. The person he could have been wants it and maybe that's enough to keep him heading in the right direction. Just a little longer. That's all he needs.

"I've got money. We could hire a chef."

"Mmm. That could work." He tugs Wash along, stepping back to the bed little by little. "Just you and me and a cottage by the sea, a lot of food that's bad for us, working it off with lazy sex in the afternoon?"

"Second time was easier. No chasing, just adjusting. Learning to move as one- it was pretty intense." A little like good sex. Really good sex.

"Is that when they decided to partner you up as pilots? Or did you have to keep trying until it really...settled?"

"Soon as they found out we were drift compatible. It's kind of rare." Usually, at least.

"Especially what with not being related." But then, significant others, too. The rest just...happens along. Rarely. The best friends or the people that just click. "I'd be going out with my sister if I could, but no such luck; I got the adventurous genes in the generation. She's not got a military bone in her body."

"We were an experimental group- an attempt to try to train in or create drift compatibility. There were tests and medication and stuff but it never really played out all that well." He shrugs, leaning against Malcolm as he cracks open his can of coffee.

"There was...something about that in your file, though the details were extremely sparse and, as I gathered, either need-to-know or classified. At least the file I had access to." Well now bump him back to very worried. Maybe this is all just...artificial. Some side effect of York's experiment. What if they don't actually drift well? What if there are...side effects from that for them both?

Wash lets himself be tugged along, his hands moving to rest against York's hips. He grins at that, a hungry smile. "I like that. I like it a lot. I could pick up skateboarding again."

Man it's been a long time since he thought about that.

"Think you could teach me a few tricks?" There's none of the teasing from yesterday- Taylor's already tugging at the fly of his jeans, popping the button and shucking them along with his boxers. He'd stripped down David to nothing the other day- now it's his chance to see and touch and tease.

"The tests were a failure. You can't induce drift compatibility- it just. It's binary. You are or you aren't." Even if they'd tried so hard to coax it along. "I was genuinely compatible with her. I am genuinely compatible with you."

"I'm sure that I can manage that," Wash replies. He slides his hands down over Taylor's hips, following as he shucks his pants, his thumbs smoothing over hipbones. "Hope you don't mind getting your knees scraped up."

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