North probably took the cake when it came to fussing over people. Wash's problem was the fact that he was perhaps the youngest Freelancer and lacked the same level of confident self-assurance the older, more seasoned soldiers did.

That coupled with his almost pathological need to gain approval Command served to make Wash into a tangled little neurotic mess. He knew he wasn't the best fighter and was generally just middle of the road compared to the true stars of the Project.

"God, fine. Just...be careful." He had to struggle for coherence thanks to the warm weight of Maine's hand sneaking back inside his pants to wrap around his cock once again.

The blond man's breath feathered across that ruined and scarred neck in unsteady pants as he instinctively bucked up into his lover's grip.