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[goddamngrenades]

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

"...well now that I've gone and ruined the afterglow..." He sighs and leans down, pressing his kiss softly, sweetly against David's. He just- wanted them on the same page. Timing is for shit, though. "Let's shower. I'll scrub your back."

[beforeblue]

"Always knew you couldn't read the atmosphere." The kiss is better and he hooks an arm around Taylor's neck, clinging to him just a bit. "Maybe tomorrow you could scrub other parts."

[goddamngrenades]

"Tomorrow I will give you a full body massage when we get back, mm? How's that sound?" Seems like David needs it. He leans into the kiss, dragging his hands through his hair. "C'mon. We gotta be quick so we don't get seen."

[beforeblue]

"Oh god, how can I refuse an offer like that?" He lets the kiss linger as long as he can, and then presses another to his cheek. He reluctantly rolls out of bed and stretches. "Mmm, that would just add fuel to the fire."

[goddamngrenades]

"See the thing is, you're gonna get dressed before you run out, arne't you?" Taylor's not even grabbing shoes. Just his towel and body wash. "I'm not."

[beforeblue]

Wash pauses when he says that and stares for a moment. "You- you know they do set a watch overnight, right?"

[goddamngrenades]

"Ask me if I care?" He flips his towel over his shoulder and takes a step closer to the door, grin wide and wicked. "Bet I can get there before you."

[beforeblue]

"That isn't fair! I don't even have my towel here!" Even so, he follows after Taylor, because he's still competitive if nothing else.

[goddamngrenades]

"Sounds like a personal problem rookie. Are you ready?" This. This is insane and crazy and just the right kind of bullshit to get them out of that weird, maudlin headspace he'd punted them into.

[beforeblue]

"Fuck you," Wash says, and then smirks. "Oh wait-"

[goddamngrenades]

"Naw, son, I fucked YOU." And with that he slaps David's ass and is out the door, sprinting for the showers.

[beforeblue]

Wash gasps at the smack, indignant, but Taylor is already off running and Wash has to at least try. He takes off after him at a dead sprint.

[goddamngrenades]

Sprinting while naked for the showers is a skill York perfected in college- running without hurting the man tackle takes practice and he's had plenty.

[beforeblue]

It is not really a skill that Wash has had cause to perfect and fuck, that does kind of hurt. He arrives at the showers after York, glaring at the other man. "You are insane."

[goddamngrenades]

"I am crazy like a fox." He crackles a laugh, tugging David deeper into the showers before hitting the water. "Come on, show me where it hurts, I'll kiss it better."

[beforeblue]

It's infectious, York's laugh, and any offence is gone when he gets dragged into the showers. "I don't think i can get it up again even if you did kiss where it hurts."

[goddamngrenades]

"you may be surprised." He smirks, hooking his arms around Wash's shoulders and tugging him in for a kiss.

[beforeblue]

"You are just full of surprises." Wash kisses back with enthusiasm, resting his hands on York's hips. "And insatiable."

[goddamngrenades]

"What can I say? It's been awhile since I've been with anyone." Even his hand. No time. No place where he felt safe enough to be that vulnerable.

[beforeblue]

"Oh come on, I thought you were a girl in every port kind of guy," Wash teases, even if he knows it isn't true. He'd been gone for Carolina after all. "Me either. Like I said, nothing since Casbah."

[goddamngrenades]

"WHen ports were safe, sure." They haven't been for- well. Years. Right now he just tugs David under the spray and works up a lather, scrubbing at his shoulders and back.

[beforeblue]

There's a moment of tension when Taylor begins to rub at his shoulders. There always is whenever anyone gets close to his neck and the port there. Can't help it. Too many bad memories. But he soon relaxes into it, and heaves a pleased chuff of a sigh.

[goddamngrenades]

"Easy, easy. It's just me." He knows that feeling. That instinctual tension that locks up whenever someone's near the port, whenever someone's on his left. But it's just them, here. No one else. No threats. No risks. Just them.

[beforeblue]

"Yeah, sorry," Wash says, forcing himself to release some of that tension. He's safe right now. Taylor won't hurt him. Not now. Not yet. "Just still makes me jumpy. Got that thing prodded more than anyone should have to."

[goddamngrenades]

"At least it was removed surgically. Hav'n them ripped out is-"

Yeah. Not going there. "It's past."