Wash's pupils dilated abruptly when Tucker helped himself to a handful of his ass. It felt great but it also didn't exactly make his decision for them to not have sex tonight.

"Do I really look like the dirty-talk type to you, Tucker?" The blond asked, thoroughly exasperated.

He rolled off the younger man and further into the tight confines of the bed until his back was pressed against the wall. Then he reached out to pull Tucker closer into a spooning position with arms wrapped around him and one leg thrown over his to further nestle him closer to his body.

"We're going to sleep now and in the morning, while we struggle with our hangovers, we can talk about where you want this to go."