"Rough Seas" from Evergreen and Amber by CrossroadsPony

"W-wait, wait, wait."

Wash's half-pleading whisper cut through York's reverie and his vision came back into focus to see his partner leaning forward, his weight resting on a hand splayed over York's chiseled stomach. York muzzle parted for an excited "Yeah?" This was it...Wash must have been reading the dirty, dirty pages of his best friend's mind, and like a teenager staring at his first porno, he was ready to try it out.

"I...I wanna..."

Here it was! York tried not to nod like a spastic pup being offered another slice of pie.

"I wanna..."

York's fingers dug anxiously into his waist as the hand around their mashed-together erections slowed in anticipation.

"Be inside you."

"Absolutely," York all-but-groaned in excitement as he moved to pull his friend forward before he blinked in confusion. Wait, those weren't the words he expected. "U-uh..."

But Wash's face had already lit up at the energetic response, smiling with a hesitant confidence that almost made York forget what he'd just proposed. Not that he minded, anyway, but it certainly wasn't what he'd ever thought he'd hear from Wash.

His partner was a mess of skinny limbs trying to hurriedly maneuver himself backward and York winced in solidarity when the back of Wash's skull knocked against the upper bunk frame. "Sonuvabitch!" he muttered, even as he doggedly continued his rush to slide off the mattress and plant his paws securely on the floor. His eyes were as nervous as they were eager and York couldn't help but notice just how excited all of Wash was in that moment. Maybe his little buddy was ready for this after all...and York had no complaints ready to fly.

Wash seemed unsure of himself for a moment -- he might have just then thought about big, strong York being on bottom. York smirked and pushed himself across the mattress so his rump rested right on the end as he bent one leg back and locked a paw against the bed frame above himself. That seemed to be enough to spur Wash on. He licked his lips and shuffled forward, one arm sliding around York's wedged leg for support as the other gripped himself at the base. Their eyes locked briefly and York couldn't avoid a playful look, his tail swinging up to lightly tap Wash's testicles. "Quit stalling, Wash. Time to deliver."

Wash huffed quietly and glanced down at the awaiting scenario before taking a quick breath and edging himself forward as he mumbled, "Got a whole package to deliver, you jerk..."

Regardless of the cheesiness, York couldn't help grinning before his head rolled back with a guttural groan as Wash eased his slicked-up arousal into him. His muzzle hung open at the mixed sensations that twisted through him, a dull ache soothed by a deep, indescribable pleasure that no doubt came in part from the circumstances. Wasn't every day you gave your best friend the okay to have his way with you...and he then obliged.

Wash's self-control was impressive, to say the least -- he'd buried nearly his whole length and York knew it was a snug fit (he wasn't an expert at this like Samael, after all) but to his credit, the slow, careful way he pulled back out was goddamn excruciatingly blissful. "Fffuuuuck, Wash, c'mon, give it, man..." he panted around his happy grin.

"...No."

York almost didn't register the word, blinking dumbly as he stared up at Wash, sprawled out and writhing on his back like a damn schoolgirl. Wash's grin beamed down at him and he couldn't quite find the words as he dazedly watched Wash reach down to grab his other leg. His slender arm strained visibly but he hefted it anyway and, with a grunt, hauled it high so it dropped over a slight shoulder. The sheer weight of the muscular leg made Wash's knees tremble, but his face was scrawled with determination as he huffed and then squared his hips. York could still feel Wash's tip miraculously lodged within him and it was with a bewildered face that he watched his long-time companion practically snort steam as he gripped tightly into both his legs. "Now you can have it," he grumbled.

There was no forced dominance in his voice, no uncomfortable attempt at sounding strong. York continued to be at a loss for words but his half-grin seemed to do the trick as Wash smiled back slightly and then suddenly began to pound into York with the vigor of a damn horny teenager.

Safe to say York wasn't expecting it as he arched his back and fired an arm up to grip the upper bunk with a gasp of "ohmyfuck!". The leg anchored against the higher bed frame quivered with the intense rush of ecstasy, toe-claws scrabbling against the metal and threatening to lose their already-waning purchase. His vision swam and his other hand dug furrows through the mattress below them; he was pretty sure he felt his blunt claws tearing into the cheap fabric, not that he cared. One more favor to ask of Andee.

Worth it.