goddamngrenades | RP Open Post

He sags immediately afterward, flopping back onto the bed and whimpering as David keeps on keeping on long after it's gone from 'ohgodyes' to 'oh god too much'. He whines and tries to twitch away, too exhausted to actually move- even while he hooks a leg behind David's back to tug him in close.

Words aren't a thing right now, but that was amazing.

He keeps going until Taylor is soft in his mouth, and even then, can't resist a last lick at the softening flesh. He only pulls away when Taylor hooks a leg around him, and then he climbs up onto the bed, sprawling on top of Taylor and nuzzling at his throat. "Good?"

"fuck'namaz'n." He manages, arms going around David's shoulders by reflex, fingers combing through his hair. Beautiful. The kid is gorgeous when he's like this- so much better than the hollowed out merc he'd met on the first day. "Mmmm. Gimme. Gimme a bit an then Imma ride you."

He curls against Taylor's side, an arm thrown carelessly over his chest. Taylor's skin is sweat-slick and Wash flicks out his tongue against his shoulder, tasting salt. His breath catches at the words, eyes going wide and dark as he imagines that. "Christ Taylor..."

"Said I wanted to. Meant it." Wasn't just an idle tease, even if the brush of Wash's tongue makes him twitch and shiver. Not quite up for that second round yet but he can touch and be touched. Slide sweat slick palms up and down David's back. Squeeze his hips. Play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Whatever you want," he replies, breathless, and grins against Taylor's skin. "Not gonna hear a complaint from me." The hands on his body feel amazing, leaving him sensitive and warm. "Starting to think I should let my hair grow out longer, way you like playing with it."

"Helmet hair, tho." He mumbles, curling and tangling their limbs together. Sure, David's still wearing his jeans but it's kind of cozy, the fabric on his skin, the warmth of a mouth against his shoulder while he's still buzzing with the aftershocks.

"Maybe I won't need a helmet. Some day." In that imaginary life where this all works out. Where he gets to retire to a beach house with Taylor and forget that Freelancer ever existed.

"Mmmm. Beach bum hair." They could dream. It hurts no one to dream. Soon as he feels up to it he rolls over to straddle Wash's hips, pressing soft, close mouth'd kisses along his jaw and throat.

"Surfer hair," Wash protests, laughing when Taylor climbs up to straddle him. He stretches out, content to just let Taylor do what he wants for now.

"Can you surf? No." He snorts a soft laugh, smoothing his hands along David's shoulders, stroking the skin all the way down his arms until he reaches his fingertips. "So it's beach bum hair."

"It can't be that different to skating, right?" Wash asks. He hooks his fingers around Taylor's squeezing them.

"Well there's a whole other round of variables involved cuz water." That tends to throw things off. Taylor smooths his thumbs along the sides of David's hands, nuzzling at his throat. "Gonna get your jeans off anytime soon?"

"It'll be fine. We've done goddam orbital drops. Water is not gonna stop me."

He practically purrs when Taylor nuzzles against his neck. Feels good. "Mmmm, I guess I could do that."

He reaches down, not wanting to pull away for a second, and undoes his pants, pushing them down over his legs until he can kick them onto the floor.

"How many of those did you land where you aimed?" He snorts a soft laugh, moving enough to help David get his jeans off before grinding down against his hips. He's a few minutes out from being able to hold an erection again- but that doesn't mean he can't tease the hell out of David till then. "Lube's in the same place as before, babe."

"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.

"Out of, what, twenty? Thirty?" Snickering isn't all that kind but it's safe to laugh at it now. They're far removed from the desperate need to perform well for the leaderboard. They've got a different reason now to not fuck up- one that's got higher stakes and at the same time is more comfortable. At least for Taylor it is.

The sound of that cap popping rolls a shiver down Taylor's spine. He braces himself against Wash's chest and rocks his hips down again for more of that friction, erection thickening little by little. "C'mon-"

"Way more than I care to remember," Wash replies. Because being trapped inside a tiny pod being dropped onto a planet from orbit had never been his favourite thing. It had been downright terrifying. But that's over now. Will be over. He wishes it was all over, that they could just fight this fight and then retire.

He squeezes Taylor's thigh for a moment, fiddling with the cap of the bottle, even as he bangs his head against the pillow. "Impatient there."

"Been thinking about this all." He tips his head down to bite at David's jaw, sucking on the skin between his teeth. "Damn-"

Another bite, higher, the skin just under his ear.

"Day." He ends with a not so gentle tug to his earlobe, teasing the skin with his teeth. "And I'm tired of waiting."

Wash makes a pleased noise, and the feeling of York's lips against his jaw stall his movement for a few moments as he's left pleasantly sensitive by his teeth and tongue. "Fuck, you need to stop distracting me if you want this. I can't think when you're teasing me like this."

"C'mon, how hard is it?" He leans away, hands braced against David's chest to give him a whole lot to look at and keep himself from distracting David with more bites and kisses. "Get me ready for you. I wanna feel you."

"I think you underestimate how distracting you are," Wash replies, giving him that sweet smile again. He squeezes a good amount of lube onto his fingers and slides them down over the curve of Taylor's ass to press against him. They circle for a moment and then he presses one finger inside slowly.

"Maybe just a li'l- ooh..." Taylor's eyes drop half closed, teeth dragging over his bottom lip as he molds himself against David's body, relaxes around the slow press of his finger. It's been so damn long- so long. But it feels so fucking good. "There we go."

Now that's a reaction. He's never seen Taylor like this before and he... he really likes it. He wants to drag it out, but he's torn between that and wanting to have Taylor ride him as quickly as possible. He's careful, maybe too careful as he crooks his fingers inside Taylor's body, taking his time over it to see what kind of reactions he can wring out of the other man.

It's one of the few ways to get him to shut up, really. There are no more words that he can put together aside from half hitched little sighs of David's name, hips rolling back on instinct to get those fingers to press where he wants them. Needs them. Hard and aching against the crease of David's thigh but he's too busy rolling backwards to get any kind of friction on his dick.

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