[Open Log] Kinks and Freaks, Oh My!

[lightofdawn]

Hold on tight, hope you ain't scared...

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[cryptos]

Coming felt awesome, even more so when it was at the hands of the taller man. Wash struggled to find the brain cells required to keep up his own stroking pace of the other Freelancer's hard length. Soon enough however, Maine was coming all warm and messy over his hand.

The guilt that filtered through him at both making a mess in his pants and the fact that he and his barely-healed lover couldn't keep their hands off on another was insidious and powerful.

"I need another shower. Ugh, haven't come in my pants like a damned teenager." Wash pulled his messy hand free of Maine's underwear and looked around for something to wipe it off on. But the other Freelancer sort of beat him to the punch by kicking off his now soiled garments so he surreptitiously wiped his hand clean on them before pulling his own sweats and pants down over his hips.

"This was a terrible idea." He accused without any real heat and used his boxers to wipe at the smears of semen streaked across his skin and dick. A flush was steadily turning him all the more pink with embarrassment att eh indignity of their actions.

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Maine grunted, because even growling felt like too much effort now that he was sated. Tomorrow. In the morning, they could shower. In the morning, he could try to see if Wash would go again, would stop treating him with kid's gloves, would accept that he was a Freelancer and probably the physically strongest on the team. Wounded? Yes. But he had just proven he wouldn't break apart at the touch of a feather.

Or of another Freelancer.

A large arm slid around Wash as soon as he finished wiping himself off, pulling the smaller man against him as he sighed. This would look really bad if someone should come in. He was sure that some had their suspicions, some wondered why the two of them worked so well when they seemed almost...opposites. And while York had one time brought it up, Maine had simply rolled his eyes and walked away.

It was frowned upon by the Director. Explicitly stated against. Written in by-lines with several different footnotes attached and taught in classes and--Maine had skipped it. Maine had skipped all of it, slept through the lessons, because it seemed stupid and he hadn't cared. It hadn't been a consideration, a thing...

...until Wash was recruited.

Now, they were sleeping in bed together, and one intrusion, one loose lip, one stray bullet, and this could be gone. They would be separated, thrown up with different partners, and trusted to have their backs covered by someone else. It would be better, though; after the implant. Everything would be better...

His fingers tightened as he snorted in that short hair. Tomorrow, they'd take a shower, and tomorrow he would try not to fuck Wash in it, though he made no guarantees. It wouldn't have been the first time he heard moaning echoing off the tiles, barely masked by the roar of the water.

He rumbled in the other's ear. Sleep.