“I can see delayed gratification is going to be a problem with you. Haven’t you ever heard of the concept of anticipation just making the eventual act all the sweeter?” Wash probably knew a lot about that, the damned tight-assed bastard. He knew better than to rise to that particular bait at least and let the implication go by unremarked upon.

Wash seemed to sense that Tucker enjoyed the way he was cradling his jaw between his palms so he didn’t move them just yet even though his fingers were itching to reach out and touch the other man’s hair and explore his skin.

For a tight-ass buzzkill, the blond man was shockingly good at kissing. Wash had always been tight-lipped about personal things like his sexual history or even his personal preferences. Well, after tonight, Tucker could check at least one box off in regards to the mysterious ex-Freelancer. Wash seemed to have little problems with kissing his male teammate.

The blond man groaned his approval into the kiss when Tucker tightened his legs around him. Their tongues tangled and stroked slickly against one another, trading and gaining ground on a whim. It was heated but languid in a way, a thorough exploration of each others mouths without racing or the finish line. Of course Wash’s meticulous anal-retentiveness would carry over into the bedroom like this.