It's just skin hunger. It's just- been so damn long since he's been with anyone. For any reason. Since he's been safe or comfortable enough to even think about it. But here's as safe as any. Here's comfortable.

Here is also incredibly public and wildly inappropriate.

York swallows and gives himself three second to panic and think of a way to play it off. When in doubt, joke. How to joke? Inappropriately. One round of Gay chicken for the rumor mill coming up. He leans in slow and easy before tipping his chin up and nipping the point of Wash's nose

"You're it."