agentnewyork | Wet-hot American Summer

Wet-hot American Summer

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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"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.

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?"

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.

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.

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."

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.

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..."

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.

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