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[goddamngrenades]

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

"They really are." Trying so hard to help him do this thing that probably won't work out- none of his relationships ever do and it's been too long but he's not thinking about any of that. He's just- enjoying the moment, slicing a bite of cake and hefting it on his fork, holding it up for Wash with a smile. "Then let's be entertaining."

[beforeblue]

"I do like a good performance." He opens his mouth to let York feed him the chunk of cake. It's good. Not too sweet, just right. And gooey, melts on his tongue.

"You have got to try this."

[goddamngrenades]

"Cut me a bite and I will." He lifts his brows, grinning at how Wash's eyes light up. Sugar really was the best way to win the kid over back in the day and maybe he used that knowledge to his advantage. maybe. More than a little, really.

[beforeblue]

Bribery with candy really had been a quick way to his heart. Some people had exploited that weakness ruthlessly for their own amusement.

He cuts a little slice of cake and holds it up to York's lips.

[goddamngrenades]

York leans in and takes his bite off the fork, sighing with another obscene moan. God. Chocolate. How long has it been since he last had chocolate? "...Know what? I'm dumping you and marrying Smith. This is amazing."

[beforeblue]

"Wow, not even a full date and I'm already being ditched. That has to be some kind of record," Wash says, and leans in to brush a smear of chocolate from around York's mouth with his thumb.

[goddamngrenades]

"I dunno, can you bake like this?" He turns his head, eyes on Wash as his tongue darts out to lap up that chocolate from his skin, grin just on this side of wicked. This he knows how to do. How to flirt, how to tease. It's familair ground.

[beforeblue]

Wash sucks in a breath when York's tongue darts out against his thumb. For a moment he's transfixed, staring at York's mouth. "I dunno. Never tried."

[goddamngrenades]

"Have smith show you how to make this and I'll love you forever." York cuts the next bite and offers it to Wash, eyes bright and utterly unrepentant.

[beforeblue]

"Promise?" Wash says. He curls his tongue around the fork as he eats the next bite, a little tease that he can't resist. York asked for it.

[goddamngrenades]

"Cross my heart." Yes, he asked for it. And he's damn pleased by it. Someone- he's not sure who, shuffles the rest of the kids out of the mess like they're about to go at it on the table- which isn't entirely impossible but no.

[beforeblue]

People have to eat on those tables. It's just rude to fuck on them. "I think someone decided it was past their bedtime."

[goddamngrenades]

"Maybe it was getting too hot in here for them." Which isn't the case for him. This hot is good. More hot is better.

[beforeblue]

"Couple of fine specimens like us. I'm not surprised." Now it's just a question of which of them cracks first.

[goddamngrenades]

York finishes off his half of the cake lazily, settling back in a slouch that he knows has the shirt riding up on his abs while he sips his coffee. "Too much to handle. Both of us."

[beforeblue]

Wash is not at all subtle about his staring. York hasn't lost any tone since the project. He's built and Wash's gaze lingers over his abs, the flat planes of his stomach that he can see. "Surprised they let us out without a hose turned on us."

[goddamngrenades]

"Hose doesn't reach this far." He blinks, grinning. "There was a kitchen fire two days ago. Bitters tried to get the hose inside. Didn't work."

[beforeblue]

"oh mu god,"Wash says, covering his eyes with a hand. "At least they got it out." While he'd been out sulking and wallowing his self-hatred.

[goddamngrenades]

"It was pretty exciting and a good impromptu lesson on teamwork. Bitters isn't allowed to cook anymore." York slides a foot out, hooking his ankle around Wash's.

[beforeblue]

He really doesn't care about what Bitters isn't allowed to do right now. Wash catches York's hand, drawing it to his lips to press a kiss against his wrist. If he's breaking first, so be it. He's gone too long without touching anyone else except in violence.

[goddamngrenades]

It's only breaking if it stays broken. At the end of the night they're both winning and that- it's such a small damn thing that touch. And he's shivering for it all the same. "...Your place or mine?"

[beforeblue]

"I don't care. They're both close," Wash says. He stands up more quickly than he'd intended and pulls York up with him.

[goddamngrenades]

"So- mine?" The door's approximately ten steps closer than going around to Wash's. Not that he's counted. But then Wash is up and he's up and someone's shuffling in the side to clean up after them and he can't really- fuck it.

York steps in close and loops an arm around Wash's waist, leaning into him, onto him, pressing in tight to press their lips together.

[beforeblue]

This is better, so much better than he could have imagined. He holds York close against himself as they kiss, and there's no chasteness about it now, now teasing brush of lips. It's hot and a little rough and Wash fists his hand into the front of York's shirt.

[goddamngrenades]

Gentle isn't something they really need. Not after so long without another human being touching them. Not after so long like this. It's all too much and too little, a goddamn supernova after years in a void. He pulls back, forehead to forehead with Wash and breathing hard. "...c'mon. Bed. Now."