"Sorry I don't know twenty-second century music." Well, he was only off by like a century or so. Wash made a wordless sound of disgruntlement when Tucker kissed him again, this time much more firmly and way too briefly for his tastes.

No, the Sim trooper didn't smell any better than Wash did and the both of them could probably do with a shower right now but such things sort of fell by the wayside when you were already throwing out all logic or sanity by making out with your teammate and sorta kinda subordinate.

Wash carefully splayed his reinforced metal gauntlet against Tucker's ribs. He didn't dare squeeze down or exert much pressure for fear of accidentally hurting the other man.

His breath stuttered in his chest when Tucker started to drag his lips along the line of his jaw and a full body shiver went through him at the first hint of teeth biting down on his earlobe.

"Normally I'd say I just don't care but you kind of have me at a disadvantage here, Tucker." Who knew what the Sim trooper could convince him to do with the careful application of teeth and suction to his ears? "Let's put these bottles away before we knock them over?" He suggested huskily when his bottle clanked against Tucker's when the younger man leaned in closer.