Maine grunted, because even growling felt like too much effort now that he was sated. Tomorrow. In the morning, they could shower. In the morning, he could try to see if Wash would go again, would stop treating him with kid's gloves, would accept that he was a Freelancer and probably the physically strongest on the team. Wounded? Yes. But he had just proven he wouldn't break apart at the touch of a feather.
Or of another Freelancer.
A large arm slid around Wash as soon as he finished wiping himself off, pulling the smaller man against him as he sighed. This would look really bad if someone should come in. He was sure that some had their suspicions, some wondered why the two of them worked so well when they seemed almost...opposites. And while York had one time brought it up, Maine had simply rolled his eyes and walked away.
It was frowned upon by the Director. Explicitly stated against. Written in by-lines with several different footnotes attached and taught in classes and--Maine had skipped it. Maine had skipped all of it, slept through the lessons, because it seemed stupid and he hadn't cared. It hadn't been a consideration, a thing...
...until Wash was recruited.
Now, they were sleeping in bed together, and one intrusion, one loose lip, one stray bullet, and this could be gone. They would be separated, thrown up with different partners, and trusted to have their backs covered by someone else. It would be better, though; after the implant. Everything would be better...
His fingers tightened as he snorted in that short hair. Tomorrow, they'd take a shower, and tomorrow he would try not to fuck Wash in it, though he made no guarantees. It wouldn't have been the first time he heard moaning echoing off the tiles, barely masked by the roar of the water.
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Or of another Freelancer.
A large arm slid around Wash as soon as he finished wiping himself off, pulling the smaller man against him as he sighed. This would look really bad if someone should come in. He was sure that some had their suspicions, some wondered why the two of them worked so well when they seemed almost...opposites. And while York had one time brought it up, Maine had simply rolled his eyes and walked away.
It was frowned upon by the Director. Explicitly stated against. Written in by-lines with several different footnotes attached and taught in classes and--Maine had skipped it. Maine had skipped all of it, slept through the lessons, because it seemed stupid and he hadn't cared. It hadn't been a consideration, a thing...
...until Wash was recruited.
Now, they were sleeping in bed together, and one intrusion, one loose lip, one stray bullet, and this could be gone. They would be separated, thrown up with different partners, and trusted to have their backs covered by someone else. It would be better, though; after the implant. Everything would be better...
His fingers tightened as he snorted in that short hair. Tomorrow, they'd take a shower, and tomorrow he would try not to fuck Wash in it, though he made no guarantees. It wouldn't have been the first time he heard moaning echoing off the tiles, barely masked by the roar of the water.
He rumbled in the other's ear. Sleep.