goddamngrenades | RP Open Post

"You say'n I'll spend a lot of time on them?" HE snorts a soft laugh, hands skimming along David's ribs as he pulls him close. All that skin, all that warmth that he hasn't had for about twenty four hours and it's like he said. He's drunk on David. Drowning with him. "You want me on them now?"

"That can be arranged," Wash replies. He leans in to press his lips against Taylor's shoulder, the curve of his neck, every inch of skin that he can reach. It's intoxicating, everything that they have, everything that they are. He doesn't want to let go. Can't let go. "How 'bout I get on mine. Got practice from all the skateboarding."

"Jesus, David. When'd you learn to be smooth?" Somewhere in the past decade, probably. He's not gonna complain. Not when it gets him that mouth on his skin and that cut of a smile on the kid's face.

"And you're sure?" He doesn't breathe for a beat, two beats. "Of course you're sure. I apologize. I just didn't ever think we were that close."

"What, you think you're the only one who picked up a few tricks on shore leave?" he says. He presses a brief kiss to Taylor's lips and then slides down to his knees and peers up at him, his grin nothing short of wicked.

"I'm getting that." Mal doesn't seem like he's all that close to anyone, really. "Sometimes it just is. We don't know what makes it work."

"When did we leave you alone long enough for you to pick 'em up?" He sags back against the bed, hands sliding from David's waist to his shoulders to his jaw, cradling his face. That's a smile he could get used to seeing more often and he'd be lying if it didn't make him just as hard as everything else about him.

"Plenty of times you were too drunk to notice." He leans into the touch where Taylor cradles his jaw, smile never fading, then turns his head slightly to press a kiss against his palm.

"Some of it's more obvious with certain theories. Emotions, brain chemistry. Siblings and blood relations, the closer the better. Poignancy. Romantic relationships. Best life-long friends. Sure, there's an issue of not having the resources to make enough jaegers for everyone, but not everyone seems to be drift compatible. Or at least, not with who they think they should be."

He's quiet for a few moments before nudging York with an elbow. "I'm thinking too hard about it, aren't I?"

"Clearly I wasn't paying you enough attention." But that could be said of anyone- as knotted up as he'd been about Carolina he'd missed- well. A lot of things. But not anymore. It's just them, the slide of his thumb across David's bottom lip, the heat building between them. "Impress me, Rookie."

"Yep." He takes another slow slurp of his coffee. "It is what it is. If we work and we can run a jeager? Awesome. If it's a fluke- we'll keep training and I'll keep trying to find someone that fits. Course D'll be insufferable."

"Obviously you were distracted." He flicks his tongue out against Taylor's thumb, tasting the pad of it. There's one more flash of a grin and then Wash leans in and licks deliberately against the head of Taylor's cock.

"This doesn't feel like a fluke. But then, what would I know?" Malcolm sighs, digging into some of the food. "Your friend needs to see a good thing when it's in front of him, it sounds like."

"Delta needs to realize that I can't see him that way. It's too knotted up in the project and he's too much like a younger brother to me." The idea of being intimate with him is a little jarring.

"But wouldn't that make it easier? You know each other better."

He opens his mouth to say something in reply- something sarcastic or something smooth, but he's cut off by the sharp warmth of Wash's tongue. Hands have always been a thing for him- a mouth, a tongue on his? Flares an aching heat up in the pit of his gut. That's nothing compared to actually having David's mouth on him properly- his hips twitch forward, he has to close his eyes to focus on the sensations- lest the visual ruin him completely.

"We're not compatible." They'd tried every test and every drug, they'd even been in a rig together once- it was awful. "We don't align. At all."

There's something to that, something that Wash notes and hides away in the back of his mind, like he'll ever get a chance to use it. But for now, Taylor's cock is against his lips and he teases the slit for a moment before licking a long line from there downwards, face pressed against the firm places of his belly.

"It just doesn't work out on a drifting level. I see."

He wants to ask what to expect, but, well, he's as prepared as any of the other ranger candidates he trains on a daily basis. Everyone's told about it, but nobody is ever really prepared. "I'll see hers, won't I? Her memories blended in with yours. Like three minds working as one."

"The fact that he was the one they tried to induce compatibility with also sorta taints any potential there." It hadn't been fun. He'd rather not revisit it. For now he just- leans into Malcolm's side and breathes. Noses along his shoulder to focus on the present. "Yeah. She's still here. Sorry."

If asked Taylor will say he didn't whine at the rasp of David's tongue. He doesn't WHINE. He. Moans in an erotic fashion. But he does in fact whine a little, head lolling back as he sucks in a shaky breath. The hands still cradling David's face smooth back through his hair, petting along his scalp. Guiding, encouraging- never holding. Never any semblance of restraint, ever.

"Oh. I'm...sorry. I shouldn't..." Pry. But he's going to know every dark corner of York's mind soon enough, isn't he?

"Okay. I'll...attempt to relax back into this. But no promises that I can turn off my brain."

"S'awright." He shrugs, reaching down to squeeze Malcolm's hand. "It's- yeah. You'll see."

And if he's got any sense at all, he'll run screaming into the night. "If you need like, a little extra motivation-"

Cue vague sexual hand gesture. "I can help."

If he had any sense at all, he'd stop letting York squeeze his hand. But the contact feels nice in a way he doesn't let himself voice. It's what he misses in casual, close friendships. Sure, he's got a personal bubble a few kilometres wide, but with people he trusts, or if he feels like he needs it?

But the vague sexual hand gesture gets a stare. It's vague enough that he misses the meaning at first, but when he does, the stare doesn't...really change. "You understand we're not an item, just potential drift partners."

"Okay, casual hookups aren't your thing. Good to know." He shrugs, not at all offended or put off. The weirdly intense kissing thing before was- weird and intense and probably inappropriate in ways he doesn't really want to look at. Malcolm is not Carolina nor a replacement for her.

He's his own person.

That he's kind of sort of stupidly attracted to on his own merits bu also, shit he's not looking at. "Don't worry about it."

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