goddamngrenades | RP Open Post

"Please, Taylor-" He's barely coherent now, words slurred and full of desperate need. Each movement is maddening, drives him higher and higher and he's so close, so fucking close.

Sweat slick his palms skid off of David's wrists to curl in his hands, fingers clenching at every drop and it makes him twitch, how hard, how hot, how intense this has all become and he can barely breathe past the steady stream of broken moaning, circular, cracked syllables of David's name as he leans back and tilts his hips just enough to get his cock grazing right along his prostate and-

His body locks up, his head rolls back and he shudders, spurting hot and thick on David's abdomen, coming untouched.

He wraps his fingers around Taylor's twining them together so he's as much holding him there, as Taylor is holding him down. The air is thick, heavy between them, and all he can do is curse and moan and whine because he's so close and Taylor is so hot, so perfect. His heart is pounding, a heavy rhythm. He's sure that the entire camp will be able to hear it. Doesn't care. How can he?

"Oh Christ," Wash groans when Taylor comes, and he tightens up around Wash's cock as he does, like Wash can feel every shudder that makes its way through him.

Done. Done and gone but David's still an insistent searing heat lodged inside him- even if he's done, even if it makes his breath shear and his body twitch, he braces himself on his knees and lifts up again. Keeps working David over till he comes too- even when it's too much. When he's oversensitive and it's gone from good to too much to oh god why- he's not stopping till David's come.

It doesn't take long. Taylor is thorough at working him over, and he's so hard already. A few thrusts and he all but screams as he comes, body shuddering and jerking beneath Taylor's. His fingers tighten on the other man's, squeezing as he comes hard.

Oh thank god he couldn't manage to keep himself upright much longer. Taylor slumps against David, shivering and twitching through the aftershocks of both of their orgasms, nosing at the side of his throat just to have something to do. Something to ground him after he flew so goddamn high out of his own skin. "Mmmmmn."

That makes Wash groan, because fuck, he's still inside him and still feels every movement. He turns his head a little to catch Taylor's lips in a brief, lazy kiss. "s'good," he manages, and that is about the most intelligible thing he can manage right now.

"Real good." He manages, glad to have fucked the sense out of David. Not that he hadn't yesterday but it tends to be harder on this end. Still got it.

He makes a soft hum of agreement, and presses his lips against Taylor's cheek, his temple, whatever bit of skin he can reach. He just wants to be close right now, and it strips him of most of the walls that he's had up.

CLose is good. Close is awesome. He sighs and buries his face in David's skin, letting the endorphins wash over him and strip away all the aches, pains, and paranoid thoughts that make life annoying for him as of late.

It's so easy. He can almost imagine that they've done it, run away. Found some place quiet and out of the way to live their lives. He can feel Taylor's breath against his skin. He could fall asleep like this. Doesn't want to though. Doesn't want to miss even a moment. He wraps his arms around Taylor, holding him close, fingers trailing idly along his spine.

He'll have to move eventually. To pull away enough for David to pull out and curl up on his side because he just gave his thighs a hell of a workout. Squats? Naw, bra, riding a bro is how to do it. Apparently. He shivers through the next sigh, moving enough to shift David inside him and oh god that's too much okay gonna hold still for awhile longer.

Wash groans when he tries to move. He makes a tired noise of protest, his grip tightening, and buries his face against the top of Taylor's head. No movement. Not yet. He's too comfortable.

Fine, fine. No moving. He curls up as best he can on David's chest, breathing as he comes down from that high. Soon words come back, the sticky mess where he'd come all over David's stomach is starting to glue him in place, and he becomes dimly aware that he hadn't put a condom on him before he started riding which meant the next trip to the bathroom is gonna be real fun.

Other than that, though, he's content. "You okay, kid?"

Pretty soon this is gonna get kind of gross. Sweat and come and skin is not generally a good combination to leave for very long. But yeah, right now he's comfortable and happy. He's happy. "Yeah, I'm okay," he murmured. "That was... it was awesome."

"I am awesome, yes." He snickers against David's skin, content to linger for a little while longer. They got about five or six more minutes before skin glue really becomes a concern. "Blew your mind, huh?"

"And so modest," Wash replied, flashing him a grin. "Yeah. Best night I've had in... ever, i think," he says. Man, that's a little hard to admit. But it's true. "At least since Casbah."

"You were supposed to end with 'best night ever of all time', dork." Taylor props himself up on his elbows and grins down at him, fingers combing through his hair. "That's- a good long while, kid."

He laughs at that, thunking his head down against the pillow. "You're turning me into a cliche here."

He smiles back, turns his face into the petting. "Well, after that stuff really got going with the Project and... shit happened. And here I am."

"Not a cliche, that's your catchphrase. It's different." It's adorable and he's missed hearing that- missed David's smile, his laugh. He misses everyone but- David's the one that survived. That's had to live with surviving. It's enough for him. "Till this is over. Then? Beach house. Surfing."

"I'm not a cartoon character Taylor," Wash groaned, but it didn't diminish his smile any although it fades a little at his next words. Once he'd wanted to be a great hero of humanity, and now? Now he just wanted a beach house. He wasn't going to get either.

"Yeah. Yeah that's right. You promised me a cat, remember."

"Mhmm. Cat and surfing lessons." He can manage that, he's pretty sure. Just have to end a civil war first, get the treaty hammered out, and keep everyone alive.

Compared to what he had to do in the project it seems like cake.

"C'mon. We need to clean up and sleep for tomorrow. Got a big op to run."

"Mmmm, both. You promised." Nothing to it right? "We're the good guys. We'll save the day." What they'd always been supposed to be.

He stretches a little and nods. "Yeah. You're right. Can't show up for the kids looking exhausted. Bad for morale."

"Yeah- about that." He sits up slow, pulling away and pulling David out of him gently, shivering all the while. "I don't think it'll be a problem tomorrow but- if it comes down to it and we get separated? Get the kids and Kimball out of whatever the hell's gone balls up no matter where I am, okay?"

"Okay, that sounds ominous," Wash says, narrowing his eyes at Taylor. He gasps when Taylor pulls off him, laments the loss. He pushes himself up onto his elbows, watching him. "You know something that I don't?"

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