[Fuck. Wash still isn't good at voicing his desires, not until the hormones knock him TOTALLY stupid, anyway, and unable to remember shame.
Their options are limited only by the fact Tucker's tired. Honestly, Wash doesn't mind the excuse. He's missed touching Tucker direly, missed knowing what it felt like to be this close to him.]
Let me think about that. Right now I just want this.
[Just the closeness. If Wash wants to revive Tucker, you bet he'll take the lead. He busies himself running his palms across Tucker's hips, up his sides, across his chest, collarbone. Reminding himself about how damn good skin contact is.]
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[Fuck. Wash still isn't good at voicing his desires, not until the hormones knock him TOTALLY stupid, anyway, and unable to remember shame.
Their options are limited only by the fact Tucker's tired. Honestly, Wash doesn't mind the excuse. He's missed touching Tucker direly, missed knowing what it felt like to be this close to him.]
Let me think about that. Right now I just want this.
[Just the closeness. If Wash wants to revive Tucker, you bet he'll take the lead. He busies himself running his palms across Tucker's hips, up his sides, across his chest, collarbone. Reminding himself about how damn good skin contact is.]