"Came prepared, huh?" Carolina asks, amused, when York comes back with the lube. Wash scoots back into the middle of the bed, giving them the largest amount of room to work with. He stretches out, one knee raised up while he watches York move.

And then he's back, nuzzling at Wash's chest, face pressing against Carolina's neck, and the way he looks at them... god, it's the best thing in the world.

"You're not hard on the eyes either, York," Wash says.