"Probably not but you're still talki--" Which was around the time that Tucker surged forward and kissed him, thus shutting Wash up mid-complaint. This time, however, the blond man was expecting it and he was a much more eager participant in the kiss.

Wash's lips parted an he let that questing tongue gain entry this time. Now, it might have been a couple of years since Washington had kissed someone, but it was sort of like riding a bike. It took a few false starts but then you were off and going again no matter how long it had been.

Unlike Tucker, he couldn't exactly let his hands do any exploration thanks to the fact that he now possessed both bottles. The sheer absurdity of the situation was getting to him.

Wash put some much needed distance between them and climbed shakily to his feet so that he could reach across the tight confines of Tucker's quarters and placed both bottles down on the desk near his helmet.

"I know you can. But just so you know, I'm not sleeping with you. Not tonight at least." Wash might have been drunk and he might have really, really enjoyed kissing Tucker just now but he still retained enough common sense to recognize that sleeping with Tucker right now was a terrible idea. They were both inebriated and emotionally vulnerable because of Church.