[North had been quietly in love with York for years and had resolved himself to keep that secret to the grave if necessary. Because York had been so utterly head over heels for Carolina so he’d kept quiet and done what he could to help support the other man through his many relationship struggles with the fiery redhead.
But rumor had it Carolina had died in the crash of MoI, that she’d been killed by the same person who’d attacked Wyoming. He’d fallen out of touch with his fellow Freelancers after that and had no idea what had become of that or if the rumors were true. The simple fact that York was here on his doorstep sort of confirmed that rumor somewhat, right?
North wasn’t going to interrupt what they were doing though and ask about the man’s ex-girlfriend. Not now when he was finally getting the thing he’d wanted for so very long. And that probably made him a selfish son of a bitch but he couldn’t find it in himself to care at the moment.
Not when York was pressing his mostly naked body weight down on top of him and the blond man was finally getting to explore the body that had been the focal point of some of his more raunchy fantasies for years. In point of fact, it felt even better than he could have imagined. York’s accidental grinding of their respective hard-ons together felt staggeringly good and he found himself groaning into the kiss quietly.
When the brunette put some distance between them so he could look at North, there was a hungry look on the man’s face, one tempered with longing and a little bit of uncertain anticipation.]
Yeah. [He said a little hoarsely as he fought the urge to rock his hips upwards into the teasing touch of the man’s hand.] What about you?
North/York; nsfw
[North had been quietly in love with York for years and had resolved himself to keep that secret to the grave if necessary. Because York had been so utterly head over heels for Carolina so he’d kept quiet and done what he could to help support the other man through his many relationship struggles with the fiery redhead.
But rumor had it Carolina had died in the crash of MoI, that she’d been killed by the same person who’d attacked Wyoming. He’d fallen out of touch with his fellow Freelancers after that and had no idea what had become of that or if the rumors were true. The simple fact that York was here on his doorstep sort of confirmed that rumor somewhat, right?
North wasn’t going to interrupt what they were doing though and ask about the man’s ex-girlfriend. Not now when he was finally getting the thing he’d wanted for so very long. And that probably made him a selfish son of a bitch but he couldn’t find it in himself to care at the moment.
Not when York was pressing his mostly naked body weight down on top of him and the blond man was finally getting to explore the body that had been the focal point of some of his more raunchy fantasies for years. In point of fact, it felt even better than he could have imagined. York’s accidental grinding of their respective hard-ons together felt staggeringly good and he found himself groaning into the kiss quietly.
When the brunette put some distance between them so he could look at North, there was a hungry look on the man’s face, one tempered with longing and a little bit of uncertain anticipation.]
Yeah. [He said a little hoarsely as he fought the urge to rock his hips upwards into the teasing touch of the man’s hand.] What about you?