Because seriously, what the fuck? They had been getting good, getting hot and heavy, he had a raging hardon and he knew he wasn't the only one. And, sure, they weren't going to have sex, but dude, petting? Dry humping? Mutual masturbation? Something?
But then...that. Then he was held, a tiny spoon against Wash, and Tucker just blinked. The mattress was comfortable and the warmth of the body all around him could make anyone drowsy, but that was the booze talking, that was the fight talking, that was the grief talking. He didn't want to sleep. He didn't want nightmares to pass out.
Apparently, asking for dirty talk was off limits.
"Wash, dude, we were just getting started." He wriggled against, weakly, and the music ended on a high note, his playlist finally over. Silence stretched in the little room, other than a few FINALLY! Thank fucking god it's off! heard through the walls.
"I don't want to sleep," came the small pout. Tucker frowned a little as he turned over under Wash's arm and leg, his face against the other's neck, his chest. He could hear his heartbeat and it was the most calming thing he had ever heard in his life. His eyelids blinked heavily as he looked up at him.
"What do you mean, 'where I want it to go'? Do you already know or something?"
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Date: 2016-07-03 02:18 am (UTC)Because seriously, what the fuck? They had been getting good, getting hot and heavy, he had a raging hardon and he knew he wasn't the only one. And, sure, they weren't going to have sex, but dude, petting? Dry humping? Mutual masturbation? Something?
But then...that. Then he was held, a tiny spoon against Wash, and Tucker just blinked. The mattress was comfortable and the warmth of the body all around him could make anyone drowsy, but that was the booze talking, that was the fight talking, that was the grief talking. He didn't want to sleep. He didn't want
nightmaresto pass out.Apparently, asking for dirty talk was off limits.
"Wash, dude, we were just getting started." He wriggled against, weakly, and the music ended on a high note, his playlist finally over. Silence stretched in the little room, other than a few FINALLY! Thank fucking god it's off! heard through the walls.
"I don't want to sleep," came the small pout. Tucker frowned a little as he turned over under Wash's arm and leg, his face against the other's neck, his chest. He could hear his heartbeat and it was the most calming thing he had ever heard in his life. His eyelids blinked heavily as he looked up at him.
"What do you mean, 'where I want it to go'? Do you already know or something?"