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 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.

Date: 2014-07-31 06:33 am (UTC)
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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."

Date: 2014-08-05 08:53 am (UTC)
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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..."

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