Take A Chance

[depthlesslock]

Who: Agent York (Native) and Sigma Ai
What: Time together
Where: York's safe house
When: Wednesday early afternoon
Warnings: Possible adult situations

York's got his green coat and helmet on as he drives down the road to pick Sigma up. Not that he thinks there's a secret agent at the uni looking for weaknesses amongst the For Hires and therefore could use Sigma against him if they're seen together. ...Well there might be. In any case, he's not going to take the risk so green it is. Maybe they'll think he's Delta if they don't get too close.

He pulls up outside the campus in the main parking lot just as the first students are trickling out. Turning off the engine and turning down the music, he gets out to wait for his boyfriend, humming happily and grinning as he scans the crowds, waving once he spots Sigma.

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[ambitious_muse]

"I'll have to hear this, then," he says. He doesn't know Wash very well, but he's seen enough to be incredibly amused at the prospect.

[depthlesslock]

'Oh, you do. I'll try and find them sometime, but for now...' The airlock lets them through and York takes the green helmet off, setting on the nearby shelf. 'I have more important matters to see to.'

[ambitious_muse]

"Well, don't let me distract you." He hurries to remove his own helmet.

[depthlesslock]

York barely waits for Sigma to put his helmet down before grabbing him and kissing him hard. A week apart is too long. Way too long.

[ambitious_muse]

Clearly they had a similar idea in mind. Sigma slips his arms around York's waist and kisses back just as hard.

[depthlesslock]

York's own arms wrap tightly around Sigma, holding them close together as they try to get a week's worth of love out.

[ambitious_muse]

He leans up into the kiss, wishing he had never left. Maine stole him last week; now he's just making up for lost time. He stops the kiss long enough to nip at York's lower lip.

[depthlesslock]

A small moan escapes him at the scrape of teeth, but he only deepens the kiss, nipping Sigma back and teasing his tongue against the smaller man's lips.

[ambitious_muse]

Sigma laughs, slipping his tongue out and along York's lips.

[depthlesslock]

York chuckles, the sound low in his chest as he catches Sigma's tongue and draws it in with his own.

[ambitious_muse]

He can feel York's laughter rumbling in his chest where they're pressed together and he clutches York closer, one hand slipping to the small of back. His shirt has ridden up just enough that his fingers graze across bare skin. He'll let York lead the kiss, but this--this is something he also wants.

[depthlesslock]

A light shiver runs up his back at the contact and he grins against Sigma's lips. As his tongue explores his boyrfriend's mouth, his hands trace up to his shoulder, easing under the fabric of Sigma's coat and pushing it off so he's left in his t-shirt and York can run his fingers down his arms.

[ambitious_muse]

There's something thrilling about having his jacket removed for him. Sigma lets the jacket go, trusting the touch at his shoulders. Never mind the heap on the floor. Sigma reaches to help York do the same, though the feeling of York's tongue against his has him rather preoccupied.

[depthlesslock]

Having to briefly let go of Sigma while he helps shrug his jacket off is a bit annoying, but it means there's now less layers between them, so York's good with that. He grips Sigma as soon as he can, his hands tracing over his torso and teasing under his t-shirt.

[ambitious_muse]

The touch at his back makes Sigma gasp. He traces the side of York's mouth with his tongue, curious and excited, and lets his own hands wander higher beneath York's shirt.

[depthlesslock]

York grins at the gasp and repeats the motion, hoping to draw more sounds out of his boyfriend. He's not immune to touch himself and can't help but lean into Sigma's lithe fingers as they run over his skin, brushing scars that make him shiver and kiss him all the more.

[ambitious_muse]

This second touch draws a low moan from him. Weeks ago, he might have stopped here. Now, he sucks gently at York's tongue and moves his hands around to his sides. He wonders what scars he traces, what stories he could learn from the ski beneath his fingertips.

[depthlesslock]

It's York's turn to moan as Sigma's tongue curls around his. 'Fuck,' he breathes in a brief moment before going straight back to kissing him. His own hands are slipping over Sigma's smooth skin, his fingers tracing his spine, ribs and the contours of his torso.

[ambitious_muse]

"Yes," Sigma manages between kisses. That's exactly what he wants. He leans into the touch at his back, groaning at the tease of fingers over sensitive skin.

[depthlesslock]

The laughter that escapes him is slightly wild and he presses open mouthed kisses all over Sigma's jaw and neck. 'I intend to,' he whispers, nipping his earlobe. Kissing him again, he starts guiding him to the stairs, keeping a firm hold around him in case he stumbles.

[ambitious_muse]

Sigma lets him lead, clinging with hands that slip down York's back to catch in the waistband of his jeans. He sneaks a finger underneath, shuddering with anticipation.

[depthlesslock]

A grin spreads across York's face at the warm fingers against his hip. Sigma's getting bolder. As they reach the bottom of the stairs, he picks Sigma up and carries him bridal style upstairs just because he can.

[ambitious_muse]

Unlike last week, Sigma doesn't mind being carried upstairs, though he gasps when York scoops him up. Throwing his arms around York's shoulders, he presses a series of kisses to the side of his neck.

[depthlesslock]

York is perfectly happy with this arrangement, turning his head to return the odd kias, though he likes the one waiting for them even more. Reaching the top of the stairs, he hip checks the door to his room open and drops Sigma on the bed inside.

[ambitious_muse]

Sigma doesn't know this next part. Grinning, he looks up sheepishly and says, "I love you, York."