[Wash moves his legs for Tucker to splay himself across his thighs. He's been so damn bone-tired lately, Tucker sleeping at all hours instead of during day.
It occurs to him, then, that maybe he won't have the energy for sex at all -- which might, metaphorically, fuck them.
So it's down to him to make it happen. Wash takes his hands back, runs them deliberately forward and along Tucker's hips, thumbs tracing their outline.]
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[Wash moves his legs for Tucker to splay himself across his thighs. He's been so damn bone-tired lately, Tucker sleeping at all hours instead of during day.
It occurs to him, then, that maybe he won't have the energy for sex at all -- which might, metaphorically, fuck them.
So it's down to him to make it happen. Wash takes his hands back, runs them deliberately forward and along Tucker's hips, thumbs tracing their outline.]