I'm due for my daily jog anyway. I could use the cardio.
[It's taken Wash forever to get flirty, but he manages it now and again, and Tucker's playing weirdly hard-to-get today. Maybe he's trying to coax Wash into it. Fine -- he's comfortable enough with Tucker now to come onto him without blushing... too bad.
Wash pulls out a few scant things from the fridge, taking them to the counter and rustling up some bread. He hasn't eaten in a while, so... at the very least, Tucker's right about that.]
[He moves out of the way, sits in a chair close by with his legs pulled up so he can watch. Humans eating is always so damn fascinating. Sometimes he thinks what it'd be like to get his life from it.
But nah sex is way better.]
Pft, right. Like you didn't do that before dawn this morning. Fuckin' nerd.
[Normally Wash would be a uncomfortable being watched while he's eating -- he's uncomfortable being watched doing anything -- but Tucker's managed to wriggle himself into being labeled "non-threat" by Wash's brain. It's a bigger feat than it should be, and Wash is so damn grateful. He slaps together a sandwich fast, sliding into the chair across from Tucker.]
[O... kay. Wash knows that these, normally, could never take up so much of Tucker's time that he can't fit in sex. Again, it's TUCKER. He prides himself on this shit! It's his job and hobby to have as much sex as humanly -- incubusly possible!]
Huh. Yeah, that sounds like Church. [Wash is letting him off the hook. It's pretty obvious. He chews his sandwich thoughtfully, inspecting Tucker's face as though trying to discern what he's really up to.]
Well, text me more, at least, would you? [He worries. Not that he'd SAY that.]
[He's leaning his chin on his hand, watching Wash eat, but really? He's just tired. He's not looking around but he's more just zoned out to watching Wash's mouth and thinking about it against him and ultimately forgetting why he's let himself get this tired in the first place.]
Wha? [Wait what was Wash saying?] Oh. Yeah, I keep forgetting I have that thing. Sure, I'll try to remember to.
[Careful, Wash, you may end up with nothing but dick pics for the next week if he remembers.]
[Aha. An in. Tucker's eyes are fixed on Wash. Two can play at whatever game Tucker's got going on. Not shoving Wash against the nearest wall the moment he gets in the house like usual, huh? Fine. Wash'll take the initiative to tease the absolute shit out of Tucker, too.
Wash polishes off the last bit of sandwich and oh, look, now he's making a big show of having to lick one of his fingers clean. It's not even dirty, but Tucker's sure paying a lot of attention to Wash's mouth...]
Wash is suddenly playing hardball and at the worst possible time for him to. Fuck, why couldn't he have done shit like this weeks ago when Tucker wouldn't have a guilty conscience about it?
But he can't exactly look away either, pupils getting bigger. Definitely interested and he can't even hide it, not with the way his breaths are coming out heavy and hot.
God, he's just hungry. It's been almost a month now.
He reaches for Wash's hand, that finger he was just licking and puts it to his lips to suck on the tip of it.]
[Oh holy shit. Tucker looks a way Wash hasn't really ever seen him before -- this deep fucking need, like he's riding the knife-edge of starvation. Like he's keeping himself from pouncing on Wash and riding him hard, ram him against the ground.
So Wash can't be blamed for going a little stupid, offering his finger to Tucker to lap at. Wash's adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard.]
[There was some reason he hadn't before, why didn't he start with this? It's some far off forgotten memory in the heat of Wash offering to feed him and he remembers how drained he is and how fucking good Wash looks in bed.
He gives the fingertip a little nip before letting go.] God-- Fuck, yeah.
[That's not hugely sexy. Wash flushes, trying to distract from his sudden sappiness rushing them out of the room. He's never been thankful that his apartment's small before, but he is now, holding Tucker by the forearm and gently pulling him into his bedroom.]
I missed this.
[His hands skate upward, along Tucker's back, across his wings...]
[His skin shivers with the touches. Tucker almost trips being pulled up from the chair but he follows along, clinging to Wash's shirt for near-dear life. It keeps him steady for the moment, his eyes still glued to Wash's mouth while he talks.
He feels like his brain is buzzing nonstop in his skull trying to break loose. Tucker leans against him, rubbing against Wash's arm. God this is going to be so damn good.]
Missed you too. You taste the best. [No brain to mouth filter either.]
I, uh. I try. [That takes Wash offguard, cheeks going dark red. He focuses instead on the feeling of Tucker's skin on him, the few points they're attached at, Tucker rubbing his arm gentle.
It's not enough yet. Wash leans in, pressing his lips to Tucker's. His fingers are still playing with the edge of his wing, thumb and forefinger skating against the velvet leather of the membrane.]
[The kiss steals his breath away having been without it for so long. He dips to catch his own weight, shifts more into Wash holding his arm to keep himself up. But his spine stiffens, goes perfectly straight when Wash starts playing with his wing, squeezes what he has a grip on before his muscles melt at the attention.
God, this-- This is it, this is what he wanted. Duh, of course this is why he came. Tucker wraps his tail around Wash's waist, tucks the tip of it up the back of his shirt and starts nudging him to the bed.]
[Oh, Wash likes when Tucker uses that tail of his. Tucker's turning to jelly when Wash touches him in a way he hasn't before -- sex does good things to him, of course, but this is different. Maybe he's been holding out so it'll be better when they do fuck? Wash can... kind of understand that. Even if Tucker doesn't strike him as as much of the masochist type.
He slides backward onto the bed, practically a puddle, and nips at Tucker's mouth again, chewing his bottom lip and pulling Tucker next to him. He knows how much Tucker likes his wings played with, and maybe it's cheating, but he's banking on that hard, tracing circles into them and stroking along their joints.]
[He whines at the attention, shifts the wing closer to him. Wash is cheating and Tucker knows it and barely cares, it's been ages since anyone's done anything like that with his wings. Everything's fine. This is what he came for, isn't it?
He kisses down, sucks on the side of Wash's neck and pulls at his shirt trying to tug Wash on top of him, sluggish and hungry and tired.]
[Oh, yeah. This must be why Tucker's here. Wash takes the hint, pooling his weight into Tucker's lap and pushing him down against the bed. This is complicated by the fact he keeps gasping and leaning his head away for Tucker's mouth at his throat, but he manages.
He wants Tucker spread out underneath him -- so he can roll his hips down into him gently, rutting against him while Wash's hands splay his wings against the bedsheets, still tracing lines adjacent to the thin bones of it, standing out against the teal skin.]
[Tucker watches him, moves with him because this is what he's made for, knows instinctively where Wash is going and squirms to get comfortable on his back - the one downside to his wings, the only one he ever found, hard as hell to let alone ride him. He nips at a particularly soft spot of skin and plays with Wash's shirt. How mad would he be if he just ripped it? Just a little?
Nah.
It's habit, to roll his hips up against Wash's when he starts moving, don't even have his clothes off yet but he's going for it, lets the tip of his tail settle just at the top of his ass under his pants.]
[Wash considers Tucker's wings, his cloven hooves, the tail, all nice extras. And Tucker's too damn clever with the tail in particular. It features in an uncomfortably large number of Wash's fantasies, now.
He can see Tucker struggling to try to find a good balance between being splayed out under Wash and his wings not too cramped up, though. Wash pulls his hands away for the moment, threading his fingers through Tucker's dreads instead.]
-- sorry. You can make them smaller, if it'd be more comfortable.
[He barely finishes the sentence before Tucker's grinding back against him. Wash shakes his head, as though trying to keep his thoughts straight. It's hard, when he's falling into the easy rhythm of sex.]
[He's almost immersed, just so close to being lost and forgetting why he was holding out but then Wash speaks and it breaks the illusion. Tucker stares up at him dumbly before the words hit and he stops moving to focus on his wings (too tired, too weak to do both at once). He makes them smaller, just barely peeking out past his shoulders, enough to give some balance if he rolls at all and lets his hands roam down to Wash's pants.
If he had the energy, he'd shift to a more human version of himself. For whatever reason Wash fucking likes him like this. Speaking of... He gets a little peek while he's working Wash's pants off.]
[No, he doesn't. It means Wash doesn't have to bring up anything. Especially anything that might be too embarrassing. Tucker just knows, and he teases, but he also always uses what he gleans out of Wash's head.
Wash wriggles out of his jeans. Tucker wears as little as possible any time he can goddamn help it, and this is the only time Wash envies him that. Pulling his legs free, Wash repositions himself against Tucker, now flushed and breath hitching slightly and with an outline of his half-hard cock against his boxer-briefs, too.]
[His smile is weak and strained but he drags the end of his tail around Wash's hip to his front, tucks it down and touches just at the base of his cock. He shifts up, gives a long lick to the side of Wash's chin to his lips.]
E -- [And his voice trembles as Wash full-body shudders, eyes rolling upward for a second. It's not a long touch or a hard one or anything, but -- but it's been a month, and he loves Tucker's stupid cute goddamn tail.] Exactly like that. Yeah.
[But he has to stay focused. He wants to be the one to tease Tucker here, and he's not doing enough of it. Wash catches at Tucker's tongue, sucks at it lightly, drags his teeth along it, before he lets him go again. Makes eye contact with Tucker, keeps it steady.]
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Date: 2016-03-20 10:53 pm (UTC)I don't know how much I have in the house to make anything, though. Would you accept a sandwich?
[He even opens the fridge, standing aside for Tucker to take a look, too. It's mostly salad fixings...]
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Date: 2016-03-20 11:32 pm (UTC)[He drapes an arm over Wash's shoulder and peeks in anyway. Man, the guy really should invest in some meat or something.]
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Date: 2016-03-20 11:45 pm (UTC)[It's taken Wash forever to get flirty, but he manages it now and again, and Tucker's playing weirdly hard-to-get today. Maybe he's trying to coax Wash into it. Fine -- he's comfortable enough with Tucker now to come onto him without blushing... too bad.
Wash pulls out a few scant things from the fridge, taking them to the counter and rustling up some bread. He hasn't eaten in a while, so... at the very least, Tucker's right about that.]
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Date: 2016-03-20 11:55 pm (UTC)But nah sex is way better.]
Pft, right. Like you didn't do that before dawn this morning. Fuckin' nerd.
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Date: 2016-03-21 12:31 am (UTC)[Normally Wash would be a uncomfortable being watched while he's eating -- he's uncomfortable being watched doing anything -- but Tucker's managed to wriggle himself into being labeled "non-threat" by Wash's brain. It's a bigger feat than it should be, and Wash is so damn grateful. He slaps together a sandwich fast, sliding into the chair across from Tucker.]
You been busy? Haven't seen you much.
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Date: 2016-03-21 12:34 am (UTC)[Quick, think fast!]
Church has been kinda dumb lately - [Okay but when is he not?] And Caboose has been pretty bad. [Tucker that's every day that ends in 'y'.]
...So... Yeah, uh. Busy.
[Smooth.]
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Date: 2016-03-21 01:10 am (UTC)Huh. Yeah, that sounds like Church. [Wash is letting him off the hook. It's pretty obvious. He chews his sandwich thoughtfully, inspecting Tucker's face as though trying to discern what he's really up to.]
Well, text me more, at least, would you? [He worries. Not that he'd SAY that.]
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Date: 2016-03-21 01:17 am (UTC)Wha? [Wait what was Wash saying?] Oh. Yeah, I keep forgetting I have that thing. Sure, I'll try to remember to.
[Careful, Wash, you may end up with nothing but dick pics for the next week if he remembers.]
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Date: 2016-03-21 01:27 am (UTC)Wash polishes off the last bit of sandwich and oh, look, now he's making a big show of having to lick one of his fingers clean. It's not even dirty, but Tucker's sure paying a lot of attention to Wash's mouth...]
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Date: 2016-03-21 01:34 am (UTC)Wash is suddenly playing hardball and at the worst possible time for him to. Fuck, why couldn't he have done shit like this weeks ago when Tucker wouldn't have a guilty conscience about it?
But he can't exactly look away either, pupils getting bigger. Definitely interested and he can't even hide it, not with the way his breaths are coming out heavy and hot.
God, he's just hungry. It's been almost a month now.
He reaches for Wash's hand, that finger he was just licking and puts it to his lips to suck on the tip of it.]
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Date: 2016-03-21 02:01 am (UTC)So Wash can't be blamed for going a little stupid, offering his finger to Tucker to lap at. Wash's adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard.]
You want to move to bed now?
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Date: 2016-03-21 02:20 am (UTC)[There was some reason he hadn't before, why didn't he start with this? It's some far off forgotten memory in the heat of Wash offering to feed him and he remembers how drained he is and how fucking good Wash looks in bed.
He gives the fingertip a little nip before letting go.] God-- Fuck, yeah.
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Date: 2016-03-21 02:58 am (UTC)[That's not hugely sexy. Wash flushes, trying to distract from his sudden sappiness rushing them out of the room. He's never been thankful that his apartment's small before, but he is now, holding Tucker by the forearm and gently pulling him into his bedroom.]
I missed this.
[His hands skate upward, along Tucker's back, across his wings...]
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Date: 2016-03-21 03:27 am (UTC)He feels like his brain is buzzing nonstop in his skull trying to break loose. Tucker leans against him, rubbing against Wash's arm. God this is going to be so damn good.]
Missed you too. You taste the best. [No brain to mouth filter either.]
one day im gonna have dirty icons
Date: 2016-03-21 04:45 pm (UTC)It's not enough yet. Wash leans in, pressing his lips to Tucker's. His fingers are still playing with the edge of his wing, thumb and forefinger skating against the velvet leather of the membrane.]
it's ok that's the only one I've got tbh
Date: 2016-03-21 07:38 pm (UTC)God, this-- This is it, this is what he wanted. Duh, of course this is why he came. Tucker wraps his tail around Wash's waist, tucks the tip of it up the back of his shirt and starts nudging him to the bed.]
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Date: 2016-03-21 07:50 pm (UTC)He slides backward onto the bed, practically a puddle, and nips at Tucker's mouth again, chewing his bottom lip and pulling Tucker next to him. He knows how much Tucker likes his wings played with, and maybe it's cheating, but he's banking on that hard, tracing circles into them and stroking along their joints.]
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Date: 2016-03-21 11:02 pm (UTC)He kisses down, sucks on the side of Wash's neck and pulls at his shirt trying to tug Wash on top of him, sluggish and hungry and tired.]
Wash...
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Date: 2016-03-21 11:08 pm (UTC)He wants Tucker spread out underneath him -- so he can roll his hips down into him gently, rutting against him while Wash's hands splay his wings against the bedsheets, still tracing lines adjacent to the thin bones of it, standing out against the teal skin.]
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Date: 2016-03-21 11:26 pm (UTC)Nah.
It's habit, to roll his hips up against Wash's when he starts moving, don't even have his clothes off yet but he's going for it, lets the tip of his tail settle just at the top of his ass under his pants.]
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Date: 2016-03-21 11:41 pm (UTC)He can see Tucker struggling to try to find a good balance between being splayed out under Wash and his wings not too cramped up, though. Wash pulls his hands away for the moment, threading his fingers through Tucker's dreads instead.]
-- sorry. You can make them smaller, if it'd be more comfortable.
[He barely finishes the sentence before Tucker's grinding back against him. Wash shakes his head, as though trying to keep his thoughts straight. It's hard, when he's falling into the easy rhythm of sex.]
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Date: 2016-03-22 12:43 am (UTC)If he had the energy, he'd shift to a more human version of himself. For whatever reason Wash fucking likes him like this. Speaking of... He gets a little peek while he's working Wash's pants off.]
Been thinkin' about the tail a lot huh.
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Date: 2016-03-22 12:53 am (UTC)[No, he doesn't. It means Wash doesn't have to bring up anything. Especially anything that might be too embarrassing. Tucker just knows, and he teases, but he also always uses what he gleans out of Wash's head.
Wash wriggles out of his jeans. Tucker wears as little as possible any time he can goddamn help it, and this is the only time Wash envies him that. Pulling his legs free, Wash repositions himself against Tucker, now flushed and breath hitching slightly and with an outline of his half-hard cock against his boxer-briefs, too.]
Maybe I like when you use your tail on me.
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Date: 2016-03-22 01:02 am (UTC)[His smile is weak and strained but he drags the end of his tail around Wash's hip to his front, tucks it down and touches just at the base of his cock. He shifts up, gives a long lick to the side of Wash's chin to his lips.]
Like that?
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Date: 2016-03-22 01:06 am (UTC)[But he has to stay focused. He wants to be the one to tease Tucker here, and he's not doing enough of it. Wash catches at Tucker's tongue, sucks at it lightly, drags his teeth along it, before he lets him go again. Makes eye contact with Tucker, keeps it steady.]
Please.
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