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.
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Date: 2014-07-31 04:44 am (UTC)...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.