goddamngrenades | RP Open Post

"I dunno. You're not quite the right size for it," Wash replies with a small smile. "You're not small but... Maine was... Maine." Fucking huge.

He makes a soft noise at the kiss, lets his eyes drop closed in pleasure. "You know the way to a guy's heart."

"Kitten." Carolina murmurs from behind York.

"Mhmm. He gets a kitten. And a new skateboard." Retirement is gonna be awesome. "And a cliff for you to climb and dive off of like a freak."

Wash laughs softly. "Yeah. A kitten." Something to love and take care of.

"What about you, York? What do you want?"

"A hammock, a huge fridge just for beer, a surfboard, and both of you in bikinis all damn day." That's enough for him. More than enough. If he's got them to take care of- he'll be happy.

Wash wrinkles his nose at that. "I'm not wearing anything frilly," he says firmly. "Not my kink." Frilly stuff itched anyway.

"Nah. I was thinking something more...slinky and revealing." His hands slip down to squeeze Wash's ass, almost interrupted by Carolina-

Doing the same thing. Well damn.

That... that is new. He glances between them, eyes wide when Carolina grabs his ass, squeezing it. Their relationship has never been sexual, even if they're closer now than they were in the project, probably more comfortable with physical contact. It isn't that Carolina isn't hot either. But this is just...

"What?"

"I was gonna ask the same-" He blinks over his shoulder at Carolina and gets a kiss for his curiosity. Okay. This is- this is okay.

"...I'm over thinking this, aren't I?" He murmurs, turning back to kiss the side of Wash's neck.

He stares for a moment when Carolina kisses York, and for a moment there's the thought that he should leave them to it. He knows that York had been gone for Carolina during the Project. And now they can be together. It makes his own feelings seem paltry by comparison. It was easy to confess love when you thought you were going to die. Easy to say it when your friend had just been mind-fucked and wanted to die. And Carolina has never been interested in him.

York kisses his neck and it feels so good. "I can leave you guys together if you want."

"Nah." He reaches up to catch Wash's jaw, tipping his head down enough to look him in the eye. "Both or nothing. That's the deal."

Behind him he can feel Carolina nodding. They've lost so much and they probably should talk about this first but- both. Both or nothing at all."

He lets York move him so he has to meet his eyes, even though it's awkward as hell to do that and he is so uncertain about what this even means. He doesn't want to be a third wheel, or someone they share out of sympathy. He doesn't think they would, but there's nothing in his life that is certain anymore.

And Carolina is agreeing with York. He hadn't thought... But maybe it doesn't matter right now. Just for now. And then when everything is fixed as much as it can be, they can figure things out. "Okay," he says quietly. "Be kind of awkward anyway since the door's locked and we're under house arrest and there's only one bed."

"Yeah we're not gonna make you go shower or something while we do whatever. That'd be rude." He leans in to nip at Wash's chin, Carolina echoing the bite on the side of his neck and -oh.

"Mm. okay we need to decide who's in the middle for this." One bed. One SMALL bed. Three horny freelancers. They might need to move to the floor.

"Think we used up all the hot water anyway," Wash replies, managing a small smile and then... York nips at him, and Carolina is looking at him in a way that he's never seen her look before. It's overwhelming honestly. But a good kind. Mostly good kind. Even if part of him is ready to crawl into a hole and hide.

He pulls away a little, dragging himself upright. "We're really doing this? It seems kind of... sudden. Can't deny it'd be nice to burn off some of the adrenaline."

"Well. You know we're all pretty shit at talking about things but I think we can talk afterward? We'll have time." For now there's Wash and Carolina and all the skin he wants to touch, all the hands he wants to feel. To treat well- to treat better than Hargrove.

Wash sits up and that's a perfect opportunity to nuzzle his way along his thigh, utterly shameless.

"If we were better at talking, a lot of stuff could probably have been avoided a long time ago," Wash says wryly. If North and South had talked, if things had been disclosed, if he'd believed in Connie more.

Any thoughts that he had are shoved firmly out of his mind when York nuzzles along his leg right to the juncture of his hip. "Fuck. That is not playing fair."

"Mmm. Point. Clair, what do you think?" He doesn't stop nuzzling, doesn't stop tugging Wash's waistband down enough to nip at the skin of his hip. Carolina sits back thoughtfully, watching York wind Wash up.

Wash whimpers, too tired to even try hiding his reactions right now. York is so close and his body starts to react despite everything. "Caroilina..." Wash says, giving her a pleading look, because they either need to agree or York needs to stop teasing him before he's too far gone.

"We talk now," Carolina says, although she sounds reluctant. "Just the basics. Saves hurt feelings later."

"Or we could talk now." He huffs, pulling away to sit up- but he doesn't stop touching either of them. He leans into Carolina, one hand curling around Wash's for emotional support. "Guess I'll start? Kind of love you both. A lot. Been stupid over you for years and Wash- well. It's more recent but no less valid. I also find you both stupidly sexy and hot."

Carolina curled her fingers through York's hair, smiling fondly. "We've already wasted enough time by not trusting each other, Taylor. I don't want to waste any more." She'd rather have things on the level, especially when Taylor was probably the only thing keeping them alive right now.

Wash squeezes York's fingers, looking between them warily like he still expects this to come crashing down. When York finishes he flicks his tongue out over his lips nervously. "I love York. I mean, I think. You reminded me what it was like to be a person and I think you're both really gorgeous and I care about Carolina a lot. I trust you. You kept me alive, risked stuff for me. I don't know. Is that enough? I just don't want to be a third wheel. I don't want to be here just because you feel bad for me or you think it's the only way to keep me from doing something stupid."

And now he wanted to sink down into the bed and hide. Staring at the ceiling was a better bet than looking at them.

"You aren't. I don't. You- c'mere baby." He tugs. Squeezes Wash's fingers and tugs and pulls and nudges until he can have him tucked up close against his chest, arms looped around him to hold him tight without restraining him overmuch. None of them need that right now. Lips pressed to his forehead he holds Wash for a moment. For a few. "It's not like that."

How it exactly is, he doesn't really know how to say. He wants to say he does love Wash. Has said it. Has meant it, even, but it needs to matter. They can make it matter. "You're enough. You're more than enough, and I don't feel bad for you- well okay that's a lie, I feel bad for both of you having to live under hargrove's thumb for the past however long- but not so much that this is me trying to make you feel better. Come on."

He just... just feels so stupid. For once he feels like the rookie, incompetent and a burden and he hates the feeling. He'd always assumed that if things had gone differently, York and Carolina would have been good together, and what right does he have to blunder into that, trying clumsily to find a place for himself. He lets York pull him into the circle of warmth and affection and he doesn't want to lose it, but if he has to it needs to be soon or it'll hurt worse.

Carolina watches for a moment and then settles next to them, wrapping her arms around the both of them. "You're enough, Wash," She says quietly. "We might not have the same as between either of us and York but I need you too. I'm not giving you up, Wash. I'm not leaving you alone. Either of you."

"You're ours." That's the best way he could think of putting it. That Wash was theirs and Carolina was theirs and he was theirs and they all belonged to each other. There was probably a better word than that but nothing came to mind, not when he had him bundled up close, a hand in his hair, leaning back into Carolina. When he was with Wash before and he thought it was just them- he'd felt whole.

Now?

Now he knows that was only half of what it could've been. Now he feels like he's home. "I'm yours."

Theirs. He pulls away from York, manages a smile at both of them. "I think I can live with that," he says warmly. If he gets to be theirs, yeah, that is more than he could ever have hoped for.

"So... how do we want to do this?" he asked then. He'd had sex before, obviously, hadn't been a virgin even in the Project, he just also hadn't been that experienced either.

"Uh...however y'all want. I'm easy." That much is pretty obvious with how he was so comfortable sprawling and tangling himself with both of them. He likes men, he likes women, he wants both of them more than he can properly articulate- whatever they want? he wants.

Carolina snorted at that, nudging York in the ribs. She got a thoughtful look though. "C'mere Wash."

He looked at her uncertainly and she hastened the process by cupping her hand against the back of his head and drawing him in for a long slow kiss.

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