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[goddamngrenades]

Smut, Gen, Angst, Fluff, Anything, Everything.
PFL era, Post war, Pre Canon, AU, whichever
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[goddamngrenades]

"...notfair." Using that voice. Wandering off and- showing off. Not fair at ALL. Malcolm knows exactly how attractive he is to York and- okay. No jumping. None. Not gonna do it, nope.

Fuck.

Okay he can just- strip off his shirt and go back to lifting. He can do that. Will do that.

[tactical_alert]

Showing off those muscles? York, you're sure you want to play this game? Because he'll play, and he'll play to win. Like he always does.

(Or like...she...always does? Hm. He'll sort that out later.)

What about being adults about this? Surely if you're too hot and bothered, one can go take a quick cool shower. Feeling up for a bonerkilling shower yet, York?

[goddamngrenades]

Not too hot and bothered yet, nope. Gonna- go through his stretches. Yeah. Settle up on a mat and start going through his yoga poses, twisting and contorting little by little.

[tactical_alert]

You, sir, are a shit. No, he is not hitting the bag any harder than usual. That's just how hard he normally hits. There is not to be any jumping today, not in that way. He'll stick to his guns.

[goddamngrenades]

Stretching and twisting and holding his yoga poses, grinning a little when Mal starts hitting the bag harder than usual. Apparently flexibility did it for him.

[tactical_alert]

Malcolm is plenty flexible himself. Just...not going to start stretching now or do any bloody gymnastics. "Having fun over there?"

[goddamngrenades]

"Mhmm." He twists out of a trifold and goes back into a handstand, braced on his forearms. "It's a good core workout."

[tactical_alert]

"I'm going to come over there and kick you over in a second."

[goddamngrenades]

"What? That's not very nice, I'm just trying to exercise."

[tactical_alert]

"You're trying to start something." Fine. Break time. Let him just be over here, closer to you, sweaty and with his head back and neck exposed guzzling down some water he may or may not let some splash down his front.

[goddamngrenades]

Braced like this it's easier for him to ignore the distraction presented by a slick, sexy Malcolm. It's also easy to bend and bend and bend until he's arched into a bridge, feet flat against the floor, abdomen taut with the effort.

[tactical_alert]

You know what else is easy? Spilling some water on York in a pose like that.

It's cold, bro.

[goddamngrenades]

"Sonovabitch!" He jerks, hard, but he doesn't lose the posture, glaring up at Malcolm from where he's bent. "The hell was that for?"

[tactical_alert]

"You looked like you needed cooling down." Mmhm. He was totally helping, see? "I'll be on a bike if you need me." Over there, you know, way over thataway.

[goddamngrenades]

"You're an ass." With a very nice ass.