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[goddamngrenades]

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

"Thing is you don't have to figure it out alone anymore, remember? I'm here." To help as much or as little as Wash needs it.

[beforeblue]

"Yeah. Just takes a little getting used to. Not worked with anyone in a while." He closes his eyes and settles back. "You know you've got drills to run in about... six hours right?"

[goddamngrenades]

"Mhmm. I'll get enough sleep." He runs on about four hours anyway, but fine. He tugs up the blanket at the foot of his bed and lets himself doze, hoping for a good, quiet night.

[beforeblue]

"Make sure you do or I'll tell Kimball and get her to institute mandatory rest breaks."

He's warm enough without the blanket, but curls up beneath it when York pulls it over them anyway. Maybe he'll actually sleep decently for once.

[goddamngrenades]

Surprise- it's a quiet night. A dreamless sleep. All close and comfortable and hazy and his internal alarm doesn't start kicking him till about five hours later.

[beforeblue]

He hasn't slept that well in a while. Not without being half dead with exhaustion. It gives him time to wake up slowly, savour it, before he starts to wriggle out from beside York.

[goddamngrenades]

York stretches little by little, cracking an eye open to peer down at David. "Good morn'n, sunshine."

[beforeblue]

He pauses, glances back up at York. "Do you have any lines that aren't incredibly cheesy?"

[goddamngrenades]

"Um..." He props himself up on an elbow, considering it for a moment. "If I said I liked your body would you hold it against me?"

[beforeblue]

Wash groans and flops back on the bed, not able to keep himself from laughing. "Well one, the answer is yes, obviously, and two... that is some middle-school flirting right there."

[goddamngrenades]

"And yet here you are, in my bed." He kisses the corner of Wash's jaw, dragging himself down in a steady path from his chest to his navel, licking and nibbling here and there all the while.

[beforeblue]

"No-one ever accused me of having good taste in men." Now there's a good way to get woken up properly. He slides back to where he'd been lying, tangles his hands into York's hair as the other man starts to kiss hiw way down his body.

[goddamngrenades]

"You have the best taste, shush." York tilts his head and bites at the angle of Wash's hipbone, licking the welt that comes after. "Say nice things about me or I'll quit."

[beforeblue]

"I'm pretty sure I remember you pretty strongly criticising my taste before." The bite makes him gasp, surprise rather than any real pain. "That is entirely unfair. That is blackmail."

[goddamngrenades]

"I am a scoundrel and a Villan, remember?" He snorts a soft laugh, licking his way to the other hipbone to repeat the process.

[beforeblue]

"You are absolutely both of those." He raises one leg, wraps it around York's waist. "You are a terrible person."

[goddamngrenades]

"What'd I say?" He'd been nuzzling his way to the base of Wash's cock but now, well. He just tucks his chin there and peers up the line of Wash's body, brows lifted, eyes all hurt innocence.

[beforeblue]

Wash glares at him, not fooled for one second by the innocent act. He was terrible at it. "I can't believe I let you do this to me," he mutters, dropping his head back down against the pillow. "Fine! You... you're really fucking hot and this feels good. Don't stop."

[goddamngrenades]

"Such language- but I'll take it." He smirks, tipping his head down to mouth his way down the length of Wash's cock, tongue sliding flat along the underside until he reaches the head. Hands braced on Wash's hips to hold him still he works his way down little by little, taking his time with this. At least till Wash stops talking then, well. He quits. Brows lifted, looking up at him all over again.

[beforeblue]

Wash growls at him, but that trails off into a gasp and a groan when York slide his tongue against his cock, working his way up in a series of licks and kisses. It's extremely thorough, all that concentration being lavished on Wash. And then..

He snarls and throws his arm across his face. "You- cockbite. For- You have great arms. Like... really great. And I am sure that anyone would want more after kissing you."

[goddamngrenades]

York pulls off with a wet pop. "That an insult or a request?"

Just to be a dick he does drag his teeth (lightly) along the skin of Wash's cock, careful to keep from catching on the head. It's a tentative thing, he hasn't worked out all what will work Wash up.

[beforeblue]

"Fuck."

There's a bit of a gasp to it, his eyes flying open as York's teeth graze along that really incredibly sensitive part of his anatomy. It shouldn't feel as good as it does. Anyone else and he'd probably have sent them flying by now. If he wasn't already getting hard, he is now. "I can't believe you."

[goddamngrenades]

"I'm not sure if that counts as a nice thing or not." He props his cheek on Wash's thigh, tonguing at the skin there while he watches that reaction just, roll up the length of his spine. Okay. So that's a good thing. Like he does with any other trick or catch in a lock- York exploits this.

Shamelessly.

He peels his lip back from his teeth enough that Wash could, if he wanted, watch him repeat the gesture- dragging from the skin just under his navel to the base of his cock in a long line all the way up to the head, stopping just shy to swap out for the tip of his tongue rolling around the far more sensitive skin instead.

[beforeblue]

"I swear to god Taylor..."

He pushes himself up a little on his elbows, just in time that he can see as York does it. It's not painful, just shy of that, promising it, a hint of something dangerous and it turns him on like crazy.

"Christ... Taylor..."

[goddamngrenades]

Well with an opening like that he can't NOT take advantage, York pulls away with a slick, wet sound and murmurs, completely straightfaced. "Don't swear to god. Swear to me."

Because what is being serious in bed mid-blowjob anyway?