goddamngrenades | RP Open Post

"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.

He keeps teasing him for a moment longer and then slides out to add more lube. "Have I finally figured out how to keep you quiet?" he asks with some amusement, his lips pressed against Taylor's hair. He slides a second finger inside him, spreading them, his free hand going to grab his hip and hold him still for a moment.

Taylor manages something of a snarl, something that might've been 'shut it' if he had the words for that- without it's more of a low sinister growl that tapers out into a sharp whine at the stretch and burn. He definitely glares at David when he keeps him from chasing the sensation.

Wash laughs at that, his expression entirely wicked. Perhaps he's being cruel, but there's something intoxicating about making Taylor snarl and whine without being able to do anything about it. Or at least, not wanting to do anything about it. "Not helping your case there."

He stretches him carefully and only then allows Taylor to move again, coaxing him with a hand against his backside.

"Jackass-" It takes every iota of brainpower he has to growl that out- all he can do after is turn enough to bite down on the nearest patch of skin of David's that he can reach. Course the next slick twist of his fingers makes the bite a soft, open mouthed kiss wrapped around another low whine. Not his fault he's kind of a slut for this. He enjoys it. No shame in that. Definitely no shame in holding himself up with his hands and slowly fucking himself back onto David's fingers for a few moments, just to relish the burn.

"Asshole merc, remember," Wash replies teasingly, as he gives his fingers a sharp twist inside Taylor's body. York had always been the one to make a joke at the worst of times, to take everything in stride, so dragging him apart like this, seeing him lose his composure... Wash loves it a bit.

He drag in a breath and stares when Taylor moves, rocking back against his fingers in a way that is pure need. Wash lets out a soft curse, squeezes Taylor's ass. "Ready for another?"

No words left to say 'please' but he can nod. Does not. Emphatically. Nod and roll back with another low moan, eyes dark and hot and locked onto David's. It's not the only way to shut him up- just the easiest. And just cus he's not talking don't mean he's not making noise. Every twist gets another shudder. Every curl another sigh.

Well, that's as clear as it could be. Like the searing heat in Taylor's eyes isn't tip-off enough. He pulls his fingers out completely, taking it slowly, and then presses inside with three. He presses them deeper this time, seeking out that spot, because he wants nothing more to see how Taylor reactions.

Three. God three and he keens like a dying thing. High and drawn out and needy, every muscle in his body locked up against the burn. But it's good. It's hard and it's bright and it's right there where he needs it.

Wash gives a breathless laugh, curls his hand against Taylor's arse and tugs him forward, pulling him flush against Wash's body again. If it makes him lose what little leverage he has, yeah, that's fine with Wash. He keeps moving his fingers, scissoring them inside him, slow then fast. "Love hearing you like this."

The tug jerks the fingers inside him against something amazing and then David stops fucking around and starts fucking him properly with his fingers. His head lolls down on his shoulders, mouth hanging open around soft twists of sound, little hnn hnn hnns that are hot and wet and damp and needy. If he wasn't aching for it before he sure as hell is now.

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