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[agentnewyork]

[York lifts his hand in a kind of wave to Washington, before setting off to get to the lounge. There's an announcement overhead, though.]
'Agent New York report immediately to the lab, full armor.'
[York's brow furrowed.
The lab?
Well, if he was being called, he didn't have a choice but to go.
So, he ran down to his room to quickly grab his suit and pull it on before dashing out and going to the lab to see what he was needed for.]


[An... AI? Named Delta. Who was carved from and filled with logic. When asked his thoughts on it, York just stared into space for a moment.]
It's... weird. There's gonna be someone else inside my head?
[York was then told it wasn't really a person, but there would indeed be a new voice and presence residing in his mind, able to offer advice and even strengthen the enhancements in his armor.
Even though it would be helpful, it was still weird. York wasn't quite warming up to this idea. But he didn't really have a choice. Who knows? Maybe it would be fun.]


[It didn't take long at all, and soon there was a glowing green light at his face. The left side of his face, near his bad eye. He had to turn his head to look at the little holographic suit of armor.]
So, you're Delta, huh?
I am. And you are Agent New York. Position two on the leader-boards. You are an infiltration specialist, and you enjoy picking the locks presented to you.
I prefer the term 'breaking and entering'.
[Yea. This was definitely weird. There was... a whole new being in his head, sorting through his thoughts and filing them. York felt like he was being violated. Which, he kind of was. Right? Did it count if it was a computer program doing it?]

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[notcrazyokay]

[Wash follows suit in grabbing a tray and throwing food onto his plate. He winds up with it a little fuller than he expected originally, but hey, if he's that hungry, he doesn't really care.
Once he's satisfied, he follows York over to the table and sets his things down in front of the seat opposite. He sits himself down and pulls his helmet off, setting it to the side. He's glad that things aren't weird anymore. They seem to have gotten past it already, and he's glad for that. So, he settles in to eat, his eyes sweeping over the cafeteria as he does so.]

[agentnewyork]

[York is silent as he eats, just thinking quietly to himself (and Delta now, too).
After a few moments, he finally speaks up, lifting his gaze to Washington.]

So... Still against kissing me?

[He thought that maybe he could drop that whole thing, but it turns out he can't. Because if there's any chance, he wants to know.]

[notcrazyokay]

[Well, so much for that.
Every single bit of relief that things were back to normal shoots out the window, and Wash freezes up. He looks back at York, then around to the tables nearby. No one's paying them any mind, so his eyes rest on York again.]

Yes. We-we can't. I told you. I gave you good reasons. We. Can't. [He uses a hushed tone, but he makes it as firm as he can in order to make his point. He doesn't want to discuss this again now, not here, and not ever.]

[agentnewyork]

Come on, Wash! It's not gonna kill anyone!
[Sure, they were good reasons. That doesn't mean York likes them.]
Just--One more time!
[Because maybe with one more shot he could change Wash's mind.]
One more time wont hurt.

[notcrazyokay]

[Wash's brow furrows and he starts to frown. Why won't York just give up? He's making this way harder than it needs to be. He's really not worth getting this upset over, and a relationship is worth even less, it would just get them into serious shit, as he's already said.]

I never said it wou--what? [He's not expecting York to ask for one more kiss, and it throws him off a little. He looks across at York, then down at his plate, though he doesn't really see it.] It's... It's not a good idea...

[Not a good idea, but that doesn't stop him from being extremely tempted. Their second kiss, which he'd told himself before he did it would be their last, had been too light, and York had broken it to ask what was wrong. He still wanted to finish that kiss, but...well, maybe...maybe one more really wouldn't hurt?]

[agentnewyork]

Maybe not, but not all of my ideas are good ones.
[Just one last chance is all he wants. And if it didn't work, then he'll probably stop trying.
...Just joking.
He doesn't stop until he gets what he wants.]

[notcrazyokay]

[Wash looks back up at York and really looks at him. Studies his face and his expression and honestly considers it. As long as it really is just one more, he supposes York's right...it probably can't hurt.]

...I--fine. But just one more. That's it. [He can only hope that this one more doesn't make York want it even more than he already does.]

[agentnewyork]

[York grins widely, and decides he doesn't want to eat anymore.]
Good. Finish up, then, and meet me in my room. And if you don't, I'll just catch you another time.

[He stands up with his tray, going to dispose of the food he hadn't eaten before walking out of the cafeteria and back to his room.
...And he maybe shoots up a victory fist on the way there.]

[notcrazyokay]

W-wait--

[Wash gets confused when York's telling him to meet him in his room, then standing up and walking away. He hasn't even finished eating, and he was the one that was hungry to begin with! Why did agreeing to kiss him change his mind about food?

He watches the other freelancer leave the cafeteria and...did he just lift a fist up like he's just won something? Wash stares at the doors long after York's disappeared, but eventually turns back to his food. He resumes eating, because, despite his stomach knotting up a little with anxiety, he knows he's still hungry. So, he'll finish up, as per York's suggestion, then go find him.]

[agentnewyork]

[York walks into his room, turning on the light as he does so.
...Is he a bad person?
Like, more than he usually is?
Yea, probably. He doesn't want to force Wash to do anything, but he wants to kiss him, so... he's conflicted.
But, if he could just get Wash to want it too... then things wouldn't be so bad.]

[notcrazyokay]

[It's not long before Wash finishes what he can of his meal and leaves the cafeteria. He moves down the hallways slowly and debates whether or not to actually show up and York's room. But then he thinks that maybe, if he goes and they kiss one more time, it'll stop York from asking.

He hopes.

He tries to hold onto this hope as he steps up to York's door. Wash just stares at it for a few minutes, then shakes his head to clear it and knocks before he can talk himself out of it again.]

[agentnewyork]

[York goes to answer the door, and is maybe just a little surprised to see that Wash hadn't bailed. He takes a step back and extends a hand into the room, inviting Wash inside.]
C'mon in.

[notcrazyokay]

[Wash hesitates obviously, but steps into the room regardless. His hands toy with his helmet as they hold it and, once he's further into the room, he turns back to face York. He doesn't know what to say, so he kind of just...stares and opens his mouth as if to say something. Then closes it again. Then opens it again. And closes it again. This keeps going, and he pauses and hesitates in between as if thinking, but still no words actually come out.]

[agentnewyork]

[York raises a brow as it looks like Wash is going to speak, but when nothing comes out he just smirks. He steps closer, taking the other freelancers helmet and tossing it to join his on the bed to be picked up later. He shook his head, as if to say that Wash should just be quiet and not try to go against this.
York's hands slid up to cradle Washington's face, and he just looks down at him for a short moment before moving in, merging their lips together.
At first it's soft, but then after a quick moment he presses in with a little more pressure, shifting his lips slowly around Wash's.]

[notcrazyokay]

[When York shakes his head, Wash pauses, mouth open, before closing it and pursing his lips. Then York's hands are on his face again and Wash is definitely blushing at this point. He looks back up at York as the other man looks down at him, just waiting and preparing himself because he knows it's coming any second now. Then, it does. York's lips are against his own and it's still startling to Wash this time, but he warms up a lot more quickly and closes his eyes more willingly than he did last time. When York adds more pressure, he ends up doing the same and responds...almost eagerly. He finds, again, that he actually likes kissing York. And he just focuses on that for now.]

[agentnewyork]

[York wants to keep the kiss up for as long as he can, and to do that, he has to keep it interesting. So after a few moments he closes his mouth around Wash's lower lip, pulling back on it weakly, Before any contact is broken, though, he moves in with it again, returning to the normal kissing.]

[notcrazyokay]

[It startles Wash when he feels York pulling back on his lower lip. But he's definitely not complaining because it's...oddly good? So he doesn't stop the kissing when York moves back in and maybe even starts responding a bit more eagerly.]

[agentnewyork]

[York's pretty glad to see that Wash hasn't moved back, and is even kissing back. It makes him feel like he has an even better chance.
So, he does the lip-tug thing again, but this time uses his teeth - very lightly - to pull back on Wash's lip, again pressing back in before they come apart.]

[notcrazyokay]

[Wash realizes that this should feel weirder than it does, but finds that he just...doesn't really care. This is awesome, and he doesn't want thoughts of how it's weird that he's kissing his best friend, who's a guy, or how they can't be in a relationship and they shouldn't be doing this because it's against protocol. No, if this was going to be the last time he'd let himself kiss York, he was going to make the most of it and not let his thoughts ruin it.

When York tugs back on his lip again, but this time uses his teeth, a small noise actually escapes Wash before he even realizes it. He doesn't really question it though and welcomes York back to the kiss with great vigour.]

[agentnewyork]

[When Wash makes that soft noise, York replies with his own little sound. He tries to get their bodies a little closer, but finds their chestpieces are stopping them. He lets out a frustrated breath through his noise before letting go of Wash - but keeping their lips together - and working on unclasping their chest gear and getting it off. Any time their mouths come apart he's away for only a moment, just as long as it takes to get the armor off.
He goes back between the removal of their armor, and once their chestpieces clatter to the ground he returns his hands to Washington, sliding them under his arms and around his back, attempting to bring the other man in against himself.

Other man... Yea. He finds he doesn't really care about that.
The first time he'd thought about kissing Washington - which wasn't all that long ago, or he would have done it sooner - he was admittedly a little shocked to be feeling that way.
Because, c'mon. It's Wash. It's another guy; his best friend. It had never occurred to York that he'd want to kiss another guy! But the more he'd thought about kissing Wash, the more he found he liked the idea of it.
And so, here they are. Kissing in his room. And he definitely likes it.]

[notcrazyokay]

[...Is it weird if, hearing that sound from York in response to his own is really awesome? He knows it should be weird, but he's still in the moment, and he's perfectly okay with just enjoying it.

When York's hands move away, Wash is confused, but they're still kissing, so he doesn't question it. ...He's admittedly a little startled when York starts working their armor off, though. That, he hasn't been expecting. But you know what? He goes with it and waits patiently for the few seconds that the kiss occasionally breaks. He realizes this makes it more than just "one more" kiss, but still, he's stuck in "I don't give a flying fuck, just keep doing it."

As the chestpieces fall to the floor, Wash feels York's arms wrap around him a little, and feels his hands on his back. Then York is pulling him in closer, and again he goes with it. He quickly finds himself pressed up against the other freelancer, as close as they can get with the rest of the armor still on, and hell, he likes it. The closeness makes the kissing better. Seeing how they've come this far, Wash brings his own hands up and, a little hesitantly, places them on York's sides. He keeps his touch very light at first, but in the end lets them rest there comfortably because hey, getting your hands on the person you're kissing is not a bad thing at all. ...That sounds a lot more sexual that was meant.]

[agentnewyork]

[York smiles as he feels Wash's hands on his sides. He takes this as a good sign, and then again tugs back on Wash's lower lip with his teeth. This time, though, he doesn't follow the lip back and instead moves his face off to the side to whisper in Wash's ear.]

Date me.

[He says.]
Be my boyfriend.

[That is a request he never thought he'd ask. Of anyone. He'd never before been even remotely attracted to guys, and yet... here he was. Kissing his best friend, asking him to be in a relationship with him.]

[notcrazyokay]

[Another faint sound escapes when York tugs on his lip again, but Wash doesn't understand why he doesn't come back. His brain is still focused on the just going with it though, so when York's face moves of to the side, he places light kisses along his cheek because it's just instinctual.
The whispers in his ear causes him to pause for a few moments. God, why couldn't they just have enjoyed this for the short time they have? Why did York have to bring that all back up again? It's just making things more complicated.]

We--I can't. [The words come out on a breath, and he tries to make them sound firm, but really...it sounds more regretful.]

[agentnewyork]

[That's not what York wants to hear. He moves away from Wash's ear - although he'd definitely liked those kisses on his cheek - and stares at him expressionless for a moment, before bringing a hand up and grabbing onto Wash's jaw. It was a weak grip, but he made Wash pucker lips.]
That's not a yes. Say yes. 'Yes, York. I'd love to be your boyfriend.'
See? Not that hard.

[He moves closer again, releases Wash's jaw, and brushes his lips very lightly against the other man's.]
Say~ yes~.

[notcrazyokay]

[When York moves back and stares at him, Wash stares back and seriously wonders why they couldn't have just kept the kissing going at least a little longer before York started this. And why York had even started this in the first place. He knew it couldn't happen.

He doesn't appreciate when York grabs at his jaw and again tries to get a yes. When the hand then drops and York leans back in, Wash is sure they're going to kiss again, and he's still okay with that because he hasn't let his mind come all the way back to tell him that it's a bad fucking idea. But then York's lips only brush against his own lightly and again, he's trying to get a yes.]

I. Can't. [And again, he tries to refuse. ...But all the talking has their lips brushing more against each other, and he's not thinking and ends up leaning in again, trying to catch York's lips properly with his own.]