"At least one," Wash replies, his smile wry. He likes hearing Taylor laugh. It's a good sound. Never heard it enough in the Project, even before things went bad.

He groans when he begins grinding down against him, brushing against his cock. He gropes a hand towards the bedside where York keeps the lube, and it's surprisingly hard to do when Taylor is teasing him like this. Finally his fingers close over the tube and he pops the cap.