RP Open Post

[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]

"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."

[goddamngrenades]

"By the dick. Most people follow you if you have them by the dick." Case in point- but he leans back into Wash anyway, tips his head back until it's on his shoulder. Sighs at the support, at the contact.

[beforeblue]

Wash takes a moment to think about that, eyes widening. "That would have... I mean Maine was uh-" Big. Really big. They'd shared enough space in the locker room for Wash to know that. Wash sighs softly, wraps his arms around York and presses his face against York's neck.

[goddamngrenades]

York can't help cracking up at the sheer trepidation in Wash's eyes. "Seen bigger. Did not ride that particular pony, though, I like being able to SIT afterward."

[beforeblue]

"Asshole," Wash mutters against York's neck, squeezing him more tightly when he laughs. "It would at least have been an experience. Might have been good to try it once."

[goddamngrenades]

"I have had someone as big as Maine though. That- that was somth'n." He reaches back to comb his fingers through David's wet hair, smiling. "Felt it for weeks."

[beforeblue]

"Yeah?" Wash asks, grinning. His mouth found York's pulse point and he started to suck a mark against it. "I bet you did. Worth it?"

[goddamngrenades]

Oooh, that's nice. He gives his hips a little roll back against Wash and, third time's the charm maybe? "Mhmmm. Spent a solid hour work'n me open. If you thought I was a mess tonight-"

[beforeblue]

Wash gives a soft groan and scrapes his teeth warningly against York's neck. "You want me to be conscious tomorrow or what?"

He doesn't try to move away though. "Wow... I can't even feel inadequate. That is just impressive."

[goddamngrenades]

"It was amazing. I was incoherent for awhile after- I kinda like this more. Means I can do it more often." As often as he wants instead of once in a lifetime.

[beforeblue]

"Well, we get through this, we can do it as often as you want," Wash says, flicking his tongue out against the sore spot he's sucked. "Beach house. Get food ordered in. We don't even have to go outside."

[goddamngrenades]

"God, that'll be the best reward ever." Something they've both earned, something to look forward to even as he grinds his hips back.

[beforeblue]

"Yeah, it really will be." He makes a pleased noise, feeling the first stirrings of renewed arousal when York grinds back against him.

[goddamngrenades]

"Up for another round?" Last one. Just- something quick, something where David sets the pace- he's still loose and easy from last time.

[beforeblue]

"Oh god yes," Wash replies. Anything to drag tonight out for as long as he could. "Can't get enough of this."

[goddamngrenades]

Easy as anything he turns to face the wall, bracing his forearms against the tile. "What're you waiting for, mm?"

[beforeblue]

Wash moans when York does that, but holds himself back. "You sure that's okay? I don't want to hurt you." And he has not exactly had a whole lot of experience.

[goddamngrenades]

"I'm still lubed up and good from before. Just start slow and I'll let you know how it's going." He peers at him over his shoulder, smile wide. "Or you can start with your fingers again. That was fun."

[beforeblue]

He darts in for a kiss, both hands clasping York's face to hold him still. It's an impulsive gesture, full of need and want. He pulls away only slowly, lips lingering to kiss the corner of his mouth again.

[goddamngrenades]

The angle's strange but he leans into it anyway, parts his lips for Wash and all his eager desperation. It's intensely flattering and really- really fuck'n attractive on him. THe last little kiss is sweet. He'd always thought the kid would be sweet.

[beforeblue]

"Way too good for me," Wash murmurs before he pulls away entirely. At least for a moment. Really he just slides back behind York, kisses the back of his neck carefully. He slips a hand between York's legs, pressing two fingers into him. He's still slick inside, makes it easier.

[goddamngrenades]

He turns back to face the wall, back arching sharply at that press. For a moment it's almost too much - then he's rolling back down against Wash's fingers, shivering through the first few passes. "Ughgodyeah."

[beforeblue]

Wash stops, his free hand smoothing over York's hip as he gives him time to adjust. And then he's pressing down against Wash's fingers. He can already tell that this isn't going to take long for either of them. He's hard already, wants to be pressed inside York. He tries to take it slow though, strokes his fingers inside York, stretching him out again.