Unlike Maine, he found himself filled with trepidation over being paired with an AI. Sure, all the data said that it improved your stats across the board and so far, York was proving just how valuable they could be. North had gotten outfitted with Theta without any complications but Wash found himself both intrigued and skittish about the idea of sharing his brain with anyone.
When Maine shifted over, the shorter man easily squirmed his way further onto the bed until he was practically glued to the other Freelancer's side. He felt the other wrap one around him and he ended up with his head cushioned on Maine's shoulder with his arm thrown across his chest.
"Oh you're going to push me out of the bed, huh? Guess I better cling on tight then, kinda like a lamprey?" He punctuated his statement by curling his fingers into the fabric of Maine's shirt.
He'd no sooner closed his eyes then he felt those callused and rough fingers skate under the hem of his own tee-shirt along his belly. Now, Wash was a red-blooded male with an active libido like many young men his age and it had been weeks since he and Maine had been afforded an opportunity such as this. So he'd be lying if he said he wasn't tempted and judging by the way his dick went half-hard inside of his shorts, his body agreed with him.
It would be so easy to let Maine sneak his hand down the front of his sweatpants and inside his underwear for a quick and dirty handjob. But considering the taller man couldn't even move around in bed without wincing, he knew Maine was in more pain than he was letting on and Wash didn't want to add to that burden.
His breath feathered across those still angry looking scars as he tilted his head up somewhat to look up at the other with a somber look on his face. "We shouldn't, you're recovering and I'm dead tired."
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When Maine shifted over, the shorter man easily squirmed his way further onto the bed until he was practically glued to the other Freelancer's side. He felt the other wrap one around him and he ended up with his head cushioned on Maine's shoulder with his arm thrown across his chest.
"Oh you're going to push me out of the bed, huh? Guess I better cling on tight then, kinda like a lamprey?" He punctuated his statement by curling his fingers into the fabric of Maine's shirt.
He'd no sooner closed his eyes then he felt those callused and rough fingers skate under the hem of his own tee-shirt along his belly. Now, Wash was a red-blooded male with an active libido like many young men his age and it had been weeks since he and Maine had been afforded an opportunity such as this. So he'd be lying if he said he wasn't tempted and judging by the way his dick went half-hard inside of his shorts, his body agreed with him.
It would be so easy to let Maine sneak his hand down the front of his sweatpants and inside his underwear for a quick and dirty handjob. But considering the taller man couldn't even move around in bed without wincing, he knew Maine was in more pain than he was letting on and Wash didn't want to add to that burden.
His breath feathered across those still angry looking scars as he tilted his head up somewhat to look up at the other with a somber look on his face. "We shouldn't, you're recovering and I'm dead tired."