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[goddamngrenades]

Smut, Gen, Angst, Fluff, Anything, Everything.
PFL era, Post war, Pre Canon, AU, whichever
Brackets or Prose whatever you're comfortable with
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[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."

[beforeblue]

"At least there's that." The one small mercy was that he hadn't had Epsilon ripped out of his skull by the creature that Maine had become.

"You ever think like... If someone offered you a way to forget that stuff, and to- to fix all the crazy that's in your head, that you'd take it?"

[goddamngrenades]

"...it wouldn't change anything." Everyone else would still be dead. He'd still be half blind. He'd still have a hole where Delta should be and an arm that ached whenever it rained. He'd still be taped together and skating by with a wink and a prayer.

It wouldn't fix him.

"I'd still be me. I'd just- forget why."

[beforeblue]

He slumped a little at that, but nodded. "Guess you're right. And man would it be weird to see how fucked up my body is and not remember why I'm scarred to hell." To just be left with the proof that something had happened. It would drive him nuts.

[goddamngrenades]

"If I could go back and change things- maybe I would. But if it's just changing for me? Fuck it." He kisses the side of Wash's neck and finishes scrubbing, massaging the base of his skull.

[beforeblue]

"There's a lot of things I'd change," Wash said, but then again, if he could, would he be here like this? Thinking about it made his head hurt. He smiles at the kiss and leans against the wall of the shower, visibly relaxing beneath York's ministrations.

[goddamngrenades]

There we go. Lather and massage done he tugs Wash into the spray to rinse off, kissing his jaw, his cheek, his lips before stretching and pulling away to scrub at his own sweaty skin. "No life ammo in the goddamn training hall, that's thing one."

[beforeblue]

He feels warm and lazy and comfortable and returns the kisses with a few of his own. He takes a moment to just look at York when he turns to shower, then slides his hands down the other man's back before pressing up against him. It's just nice to touch him right now. "Good place to start. Would have dragged Maine to the infirmary to get Sigma pulled. I'm not sure how I'd have dragged him. Maybe grappling hooks."