Wet-hot American Summer

[agentnewyork]

 As he'd been doing often for the past few weeks, York let himself into his employers (who went by Wash) back yard, all prepared to start his day of work as a lawn care-taker. There was a lot of work to be done, but York didn't mind. It felt nice to be earning his keep, working with his hands in the sun. It was a little uncomfortable at times, when the heat got too unbearable, but it wasn't anything that York couldn't handle.
He'd just peel off his shirt and carry on with work, and if he was lucky, Wash would be around to see it.
Yea, York had a thing for his employer.

Could you blame him? The dude was attractive, with his pretty blue eyes and a mouth that York caught himself staring at more than once, getting lost in thoughts of how it would feel to just diminish the distance and kiss him.
But he never did, because York was pretty sure Wash wouldn't go for someone so much younger than he was. Besides, for all he knew, the man was straight. Probably had a girlfriend. Guys like Wash didn't stay single for long.

That didn't mean York was going to stop making a show of everything he did.
He didn't know anything for certain about Wash's love life, so there was no reason to quit his actions if there was even the slightest chance it could turn out in his favor.
Until he knew for certain, he'd keep up with what he was doing.

Work-wise, he had to get started on mowing. The push-mower was already waiting for him, so as soon as he was good to go he got to work, starting in the far corner of the yard and making his way across.
Though, about halfway through he had to stop, sweat making his clothes stick to his skin. While normally he stripped down for a chance to get Wash's reaction, this time was just to get rid of a little discomfort.
Tugging the material off his body, York tucked his shirt into one of the back-pockets of his loose jeans--you know, the ones that hung low on his hips. He stretched at that point, working out the crinks in his neck and arms before returning to work.

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[notcrazyokay]

Wash had been sort of half-awake in the kitchen, just sitting at the table and nursing a hot coffee when he heard the familiar grumble of the lawn mower starting up. Which had to mean that York was here. York, the young kid he'd hired a few weeks ago to tend to his yard (because he could never really be bothered). That honestly helped to wake him up more than the coffee did. York was... He was so perfectly fit for his age, really nice, chiselled facial features, and goddamn, those abs.

All of these things, of course, Wash shouldn't be thinking about the guy. There was nearly a ten year age difference between them, and York was like, barely legal. He'd never act on any of the thoughts, never! ...But he did allow himself to fantasize from time to time, even if he always ended with reminding himself how sick he was for it. Though, he always supposed, it could be worse. At least York was an adult, technically. But he was also gorgeous and had that really straight look about him. He probably had a girlfriend. Or several. Even if Wash was stupid enough to act on his thoughts, there was no way York would even want anything to do with him that way. Weird, secluded author guy who peeks out at him through the windows and was significantly older? Yeah, no. There was no fucking way.

But, he could always keep fantasizing.

By the time Wash finished his coffee and simple breakfast, and everything was cleaned up inside, he chanced another look out the window. ...Just in time to see York's shirt coming off. He'd be lying if he said he didn't stare long and hard at that. But as York returned to mowing, Wash shook himself out of it and mentally threatened himself with a cold shower if he didn't knock it off, before turning to his freezer.

A lot of the days that York worked, Wash would pay him with a little more than money. He felt bad, having the kid out there working all day in the sun, so a lot of the time he'd make a snack, or a drink for him. Let him take a break and refresh himself a little. Today, he decided that a smoothie sounded good. A mix of drink and snack. So he set to work blending fruit and yogurt and ice in his blender, hoping York didn't have any allergies to anything all the while.

Once they were done, he poured the drinks out into two glasses and glance back at the door. He...admittedly always felt a little awkward when he invited York inside, always worried that the boy would take it as more than it was. But really, this was just friendly snacktime between employee and employer! He never meant anything more by it, no matter what it was he spent too much of his time thinking about.

Finally shaking himself out of the awkwardness, because really, they'd done this several times by now. It was nothing. Wash moved to the door and stepped outside onto the deck, giving a little wave from the shade to get York's attention away from the lawnmower.
"If you're ready for a break, I made some smoothies. If it interests you." With a little shrug, Wash gestured to the door to let York know he was inviting him inside, where it was a lot cooler, if he wanted to take part in the beverage.

[agentnewyork]

As soon as York heard Wash's familiar voice he cut the motor of the lawnmower and glanced over, raising a hand to shield his eyes from the sun. Hearing the offer, he grinned.
"Yea, I'll be right over." York called back, moving towards the gate where he'd left his bag. He dropped his shirt beside it before pulling it open and tugging out a small towel, dragging that across his face and the back of his neck in order to somewhat wipe away his sweat. It'd be kind of gross if he had to face Wash with so much of it all over his body.

Discarding the towel he made his way to Wash's backdoor, stepping inside with a smile on his face. He liked the inside of Wash's home--it made him feel special that he was allowed in. Mostly because the house was nice and clean, whereas York was someone who spent most of his time outside working in the dirt, and therefore was not so befitting of such immaculate surroundings.

...Although, with Wash's job, there were some extra things lying around that he needed to do his work. But other than that, the place really was well-kept.
Moving into the kitchen, as that's where the two of them always had their little snacks together, York smiled to Wash as he leaned back against the counter, curiosity in his expression.
"What kind of smoothies did'ya make?" He queried, trying to guess by color alone.

[notcrazyokay]

Smiling when York replied, Wash nodded to show that he'd heard before turning and heading back inside to wait. He busied himself instead of just standing around waiting though, cleaning up the bags of frozen fruit, putting the yogurt back in the fridge, rinsing out the empty blender... All those important things that left his kitchen neatly organized as per usual. It was mostly the other rooms of his house that were a bit less organized. When he was working, especially when he was really into writing or had something he absolutely had to do at that very minute, papers and pens and whole assortments of things ranging from books to cat toys got spread around. It was sort of an organized chaos. While he wasn't exactly OCD, especially considering he could live with the minor messes, he was pretty anal about organization and cleanliness.

Just finishing up tidying when he heard York step into the kitchen, Wash glanced round and returned the smile. Honestly, he was glad they'd become friendly. Not just because he had a super gross crush on the guy, but because... Well. Okay, maybe Wash didn't have a lot of friends, and didn't really go out much, so it was nice to have a steady amount of social interaction. Plus, York was always nice and relatively well-mannered, and just had this way of making you feel comfortable around him...

"Sort of a mixed berry thing, I guess." Wash replied, glancing down at the smoothies. "I sort of just threw a bunch of fruits in it. Blueberries, raspberries, strawberries..." Trailing off as he continued to stare down at the glasses, he gave a slight shrug before finally glancing back up to York. Smiling again, he held one of the glasses out to the boy. "If it's not a flavour you like though, I can always make a different one. Only takes five minutes, so it's not a big deal."

[agentnewyork]

The answer had received a nod from York, and as he took the drink he maybe (definitely) purposely raised his hand a certain way in order to let their fingers touch. What? He'd get what he could, even if he was practically acting like a little girl - striving for even simple finger touches wasn't something he normally did. Usually he just went right for it and made his intentions known. No reason to beat around the bush. But with Wash, he didn't want to assume. God, even though he'd love to divest the man of his clothes and run his hands all over the body he was hiding beneath them.

--But more than that, York genuinely liked Wash. Which was why he didn't want to jump right for it. If he did, who knew how that would go?
...But they wouldn't get anywhere if York kept pussyfooting, so he'd have to start dropping hints sooner or later.
Preferably sooner, because he kind of was hoping for a little more than just jerking off to the thought of Wash, but he'd never get the chance to find out if he could have more if he sat around twiddling his thumbs.

Raising the glass to his lips, York took a sip. Then a long gulp, oh man, it was delicious.
He ended up drinking most of it down in one go, but when he couldn't take any more he pulled the glass away and licked his lips.
"Mmm," he hummed, maybe a little more lowly than really necessary. "Damn, Wash--you've got exactly what I need."
Was he using subtle pick-up lines to test the waters?
You bet he was.

[notcrazyokay]

It seemed like York didn't have any problem with the flavour, considering he took the glass without responding. Oh well, that was a good enough answer. As the boy started to drink, Wash reached back for his own glass and took a sip. ...It was a little more bitter than he'd been hoping for, but still decent, considering he'd only just recently started teaching himself how to make smoothies. Thank god for the internet.

Drawn out of his admittedly sort of ridiculous train of thought when he heard York's voice again, Wash blink and look back over at him. That...was more of a reaction than he expected. Like, even if the smoothie was good, there's no way it deserved something like that. Eyebrows raising slightly, he had to wonder at the choice of words, too. ...Got exactly what he needs? With the smoothie, right? Had to be.

"Were you thinking about getting a smoothie before I even asked you, or something?" He asked, confused. And he definitely wasn't just the tiniest bit flushed. Nope. No sir. Because those words in a different context... Nope, going down that road wasn't going to help the slight blush that was already not forming.

[agentnewyork]

"Hadn't really crossed my mind," York confessed. "S'just one of those things I didn't know I really wanted." Hey, so was Wash. --Except after an hour of meeting the guy, York had realized that Wash was definitely someone he was totally hoping to woo.

York wondered if Wash made smoothies for everyone, but thinking about it, he'd never seen anyone come and go from the man's house. But maybe he just didn't want guests over while York was out working in the back? Or maybe Wash just didn't see people often, in which case he could totally use some TLC, and who better - and more willing - to give it to him than York?
On those thoughts, he'd also never been left alone before. Wash was always around when York was, and the latter was pretty sure he was trusted enough to remain at the guy's house alone for a bit, but still Wash never left.
So, maybe luck was turning in York's favor, and the man was single?
Taking a look around the place, there were no photographs of him with anyone who was close enough to suggest a romantic relationship, so maybe York really should just throw caution to the wind and go for it.
What did he have to lose?
--Other than his job, and moments like this in Wash's kitchen, enjoying smoothies with him.

Drinking down the rest of what was in his glass, York made a plan of action.
Slipping around Wash he set his glass in the sink, and on his way back to where he'd been standing before he stopped just in front of the other man, more closer than was necessary. Though, there still was some distance between them, but if York was lucky he'd get to close that soon enough. Thoughts like that had energy thrumming through him, making him want to lean closer and have his way with Wash, but the situation was delicate and he'd have to take slow steps.
Even though slow steps were all he'd been taking since starting work for the guy.

"Thanks for the smoothie, Wash." He gave a crooked smile. "Really hit the spot." Oh, he could think of one of Wash's 'spots' he'd like to be hitting.

[notcrazyokay]

The answer had Wash blinking in confusion, but nodding slowly as though he understood. Well, he did understand, it was just the wording that was throwing him off. Oh well. Letting it go, he just smiled and took another drink of his smoothie, deciding now he was a little more pleased with how they turned out.

By the time York had finished his, Wash was really only about halfway through his own. But then, he hadn't been the one out in the sun cutting grass, so it made sense that the boy had downed it so fast. He took a small sidestep as York moved past him to get to the sink, watching quietly as he set his glass down to be washed later. ...And then York was walking by again, but this time stopped. Close. Like, really close. Closer than one typically would when speaking to someone else.

"You're welcome," Wash replied, practically on a breath. Not just because York was so close but because of the way he was talking and that smile one his face. Was it just him, or was there suggestion in...all of that? No, no, it had to just be him, there was no way York was coming onto him. Clearing his throat, Wash gave a very stiff motion back with his head. "...I can make up another one, if you want...?"

[agentnewyork]

At Wash's offer for another, York gave a shake of his head. "Nah, s'okay." He assured, bare shoulders rising in a shrug. He thought to say that maybe they could share Wash's, transfer the taste over each others lips, but that probably sounded better in his head than it would in person. --Though the thought had York's gaze dropping down to the man's mouth, and what he wouldn't give to kiss him.
That's when he remembered that the only thing stopping him was his worry that he'd get pushed away and banned from ever seeing Wash again.
The punishment would be heartbreaking, but York reminded himself that he'd never know truly know the outcome, and life was all about taking risks.
If anything, this would at least get him one chance to put his mouth on Wash's.

So, giving only a glance back up to the other man's eyes, York spared no time in curving a hand behind Wash's neck and guiding him into a sudden kiss. He kept the press of his lips soft, not wanting to seem too pushy, but that hand on the back of Wash's neck was to let the other man know that he wanted this, and he'd take what he could.

[notcrazyokay]

"Okay." Wash gave a little nod, just to indicate that he understood, and they fell back into silence. With York still really really close to him. Wash didn't make any move to put any space back between them, but he did shift a bit, just...uncomfortable. The lack of space was making it hard to think about anything other than...well, all those things he's always wanted to do to York.

And then he realized the boy was staring at his lips. Which made him all the more self-conscious, but at the same time... Did that mean he was interested too? Was that why he was standing so close and smiling like that and staring at his lips? It was so tempting to ask, but god if he was reading things wrong, it would make things so awkward. Not to mention that even if York was interested in the same way he was, they still shouldn't do anything. Not with the age gap. Not with York just barely being above considered a minor.

But then there was a hand on the back of his neck, York's face moving closer, and soon to follow was a soft press of lips against his own. Eyes widening, Wash didn't move for a few moments, the shock taking over him. Was this seriously happening??? Was York actually kissing him right now??? It had to be a dream, or some way too real fantasy going on. Had to be.

...But wasn't. Because the hand and those lips were very real, as was the breath Wash could feel against his face. His brain was telling him to be smart, be the mature one and push the boy off, no matter whether their feelings were the same or not. ...But the rest of him was telling him to go with this because this was what he'd been wanting. The rest of him won out, ultimately, and thus after what felt like ages of remaining still, Wash finally moved. His eyes closed over, and he began to actually respond to the kiss, pressing in from his side to add just a little more pressure. Just to show his shared want for this.

[agentnewyork]

When York got no response whatsoever, he'd begun to think that it was a bad idea. ...But Wash wasn't pushing him away, so it must not be too terrible, right? Any worries were pushed away when he felt the slight movements of Wash reciprocating. That... that had York smiling into the kiss, moving forward a little more to add a bit more force behind his kiss.
The hand behind Wash's neck slid up to get lost in his hair, and the other found a place to rest upon his waist.

If he was allowed to kiss Wash, he wondered what else would be accepted? God, just the thought of having his way with the man had York popping a semi, a little groan rising in his throat. He'd been imagining this for so long, and now that he had it he couldn't resist rocking his hips forward, letting Wash know just how interested in him York was.
Fingers slipped underneath the older man's shirt, only to toy with the waistline of his pants.
"Wash," York breathed, moving back only a little bit, the words being spoken directly against his mouth; "Wash, please--can I?"

[notcrazyokay]

The kiss heating up...was pretty great. It made Wash throw caution to the wind, forgetting about every single thing he'd ever thought to himself to keep from doing this because fuck it. He wanted it, York wanted it, they were both of legal age... And all they were doing was kissing, anyway.

...Or, it was. Until he heard that little groan from York and felt hips grinding against him. It didn't stop Wash from groaning quietly in return, nor did it stop his dick from doing the thinking. But it did surprise him. Slipping a hand back to set his smoothie on the counter because obviously this was no longer the time for cool beverages, both of his hands went to York's hips. Really, he would have been fine with just that, kissing and maybe a little grinding, but suddenly York was talking to him, asking him, words pressed right against his lips. ...Wait, was he seriously asking what Wash thought he was????

"You--" He started, at first speaking right against the boy's mouth, but then pulling off with a quiet, wet noise in order to gape at him. With definite, evident shock on his face. "...Can you-- ...Uhm." Was his face a furious shade of red right about now? Uh, yes. Because he was fairly certain what York was asking, but at the same time, afraid that if he actually asked, he'd be wrong and end up making things weird. "Are you...actually asking t--"

Nope. Nope, he couldn't say it. But uh, if it was what he thought it was, he was more than okay with it. Seriously.

[agentnewyork]

God, the man was seriously too cute. With a grin, York nodded, genuine amusement making him laugh a little.
"Yea, I am." He confirmed, gaze flitting up to look Wash in the eyes. "So please, god, I've wanted to for so long." Confessed York, color creeping upon his cheeks as he did so. York wasn't ashamed to wanting it, he just wasn't sure if it was appropriate to go around saying it. ...Even if what he was hoping to do was a lot more scandalous.

Leaning back in to capture Wash's lower lip between his own, York groaned again, rolling his hips once more against Wash's body. "Please." He pleaded once again, fingers moving deftly to the button of the man's pants, already itching to get them open.

[notcrazyokay]

When York confirmed that he was indeed asking to do what Wash thought he was, the older man pursed his lips and flushed an even deeper shade of red. God, this was really happening? York was seriously asking, practically begging to give him a blowjob? Wash felt like he needed someone to pinch him, because it had to be a dream. Except it wasn't, this was seriously, honest to god happening. And like hell was he going to say no. God, he would have been okay if York had just done it without permission, if he was being completely honest.

Before he could actually get his answer out, however, he found York's mouth on his again, which he of course didn't mind at all. Closing his eyes as York rocked against him again, a low noise rose in the back of his throat, and he could feel his cock responding almost embarrassingly quickly. He was nearly completely hard already. But then, it wasn't every day that the hot young guy you had a crush on kissed you, touched you, and practically begged to suck you off, so it was unlikely anyone could blame him, right?

"Yeah," he breathed his answer finally, another groan on the verge of escaping just from the feel of those fingers moving toward the button of his jeans. His own hands crept upwards from the younger man's hips to a small way under his shirt, just wanting to get a feel of that stupidly perfect body before York went down on him. "God. Yeah, okay."

[agentnewyork]

As soon as the first syllable had left Wash's mouth, York's hands were upon his pants, opening them up with dexterous fingers that were beyond eager. He'd been patient, and while maybe it seemed like he was jumping ahead, York didn't want to waste anymore time.
--Besides, Wash had given him the O.K., so maybe he too had been wanting this.

The thought of that had York stealing another kiss, really savoring the feel and taste of the older man's mouth. The kiss was searing, and it made York feel like there was electricity thrumming through his veins.

"I can feel how hard you are, Wash," he informed him, pressing kisses along Wash's jaw. "Had you been wantin' this too? Dreamin' of it? Of my lips around your pretty cock?" Once the other man's jeans were open York shoved them down to his thighs, and on the way back up to the waistband of his underpants he allowed his hand to stroke over his bulge, groping and getting a feel for it before dropping languidly to his knees.

Hands moved back up in order for fingers to slip beneath Wash's waistband and slowly, to properly appreciate, York pulled the underwear down.
Reaching out, he grasped the base of Wash's cock and jacked his fist slowly, closing his eyes before leaning in and kissing up the length of it.
--Okay, he'd never actually given a real blowjob before, but he'd practiced and looked up tips on the internet, all in hopes of getting this chance.

Upon reaching the head York closed his lips around Wash, and now did he open his eyes to look up at the other man through long lashes, his cheeks still flushed red. His hand continued to rub at what his mouth didn't yet take in, and his other hand moved to grasp at Wash's hip, fingers slipping underneath the fabric of his shirt in order to run along the skin of his stomach.

[notcrazyokay]

When another kiss was pressed hard against his mouth, Wash responded very much in kind. The kiss was sweet, literally so, from the flavour of the smoothies they'd both had to drink, though Wash had the feeling that York's lips would taste sweet any time, no matter what he'd put in his mouth.

Heart beating fast, fluttering against his chest, he released a breath through parted lips when York moved off of them and onto his jaw. The comment had his face flushing an even more furious shade of red, embarrassed as hell by how hard he was already and having it commented on, but goddamn if he didn't like York talking to him like that.

"Nnnh..." Was about the only response he could get out, a quiet keening noise on a breath at the feel of the boy's lips against his jawline, those hands shoving his pants down, and--oh god, brushing over his underwear. Feeling like he might pass out or something, Wash leaned back a little, hands finding the ledge of the counter behind him, and used that to support himself as his eyes followed York dropping down to his knees. All he could do was watch, entranced and almost disbelieving as the younger man moved, pulling his underwear down, taking his cock, kissing it--

"Oh my god," Wash groaned, shutting his eyes tight as he felt those lips finally closing over the tip of his dick while a hand continued moving up and down along the length. Unable to close his mouth, it just hung open as he breathed harshly, fingers curling against the cool countertop. "I have." He admitted finally, feeling almost like the answer was being coerced out of him but he didn't even care at this point. "Fuck, ever since I first met you, I--nnnnnghh..."

[agentnewyork]

It was the strangest sensation, having the weight of another man's cock on his tongue, but York found it wasn't so bad when he earned all those noises he could pull from Wash.
He was tentative in rubs of his tongue, careful not to let his teeth scrape against Wash's dick. The words the older man spoke had him growing painfully hard within the confines of his jeans, and York had to open up his pants to let his erection breathe a little.

"Oh yea?" He pulled off and looked up to Wash. "What else you been dreamin' of? What else you wanna do with me?" Interest was a gleam in his eyes, and before waiting for an answer he moved back onto Wash's cock, taking in more than he had before and hollowing his cheeks as he sucked, tongue stroking along inside his mouth.

York was determined to make this good for Wash. He wanted the man to remember this, even if someone else were to go down on him.
--That thought had a surge of jealousy burning through York. If he had it his way, no one else would get the chance to have Wash like this.
His jealousy fueled his passion, and he hoped that his skill would keep the other man from seeking out anyone else.
With purpose York licked and sucked and swallowed around Wash, one hand moving low to fondle his balls while the other gripped at his hip, thumb gently stroking over his skin.