FF7 AC: Phones: Rufus/Reno
Phones
FF7 AC
Rufus/Reno
R
In a word: phonesex. Humor. Slightly naughty (just a little), but nothing explicit, fairly worksafe. Before meeting Clones, and starting the whole movie. 683 words.
Warnings: Contains Reno.
When Rufus calls Reno, there’s always some risk involved-Reno could always be doing something constructive that's not sleeping, getting drunk, or blowing something up. This was one of those risky cases.
“Yeeaaah boss,” Reno’s breathing comes through heavy and damp, and not all the interference in the world can kill that smirk in his voice, the total smugness of a man getting blown and paid for it. “I’m, uh, mmm, yeah, I’m working on it.”
Rufus makes a mental note to clean the phone later with alcohol.
“What are you doing?” he asks for the look of things, more to see if Reno’s going to bother to bullshit him when they’re both beyond bullshit. They’ve known each other too long.
Reno does.
“I’m,” there’s a short fast whimper, a thump as Reno throws his head back, “haaaa, oh god yes. Getting a, uh, massage boss, that’s uh,” there’s another breathy pause, and the intonation and inflection Reno puts next on his words causes Rufus to blink twice and perspire to break out around his neck. His grip tightens briefly on the armrest.
“Nothing wrong with that,” in some provinces, it’s now illegal for Reno to use his voice that way, though in several provinces it was illegal for Reno to be there at all, which never stops him. “Not right now any-”
Whatever Reno’s going to say next gets eaten by a long, vibrating moan, the kind that dropped a match on the libido of any living human (and some animals) past the age of puberty, Rufus included. His hand freezes.
And…damn. Thanks to Diamond, to the mess that came after Sephiroth, when was the last time he’d been able to do more than drop a match on it? Trust Reno to make any situation worse…it was what he was paid for, after all. Rufus inhales deeply, closes his eyes, and makes a point not to care about the sounds coming through his phone, or attach any images to said sounds. It’s a good deal more difficult than it sounds. The back of his palm crawls, over the geostigma, and he's momentarily both sick and aroused.
When the chance presents itself, Reno’s going to pay.
Until then…Rufus lets himself sigh wearily into the phone: “Are you at least at Icicle?”
Whimpers answer him-high breathy muffled sounds, fast and panting.
“Reno!”
“Yes! Yes, god yes, yeah, I’m so, so…oh god--!”
Rufus removes the phone from his ear. He counts to ten. Then he replaces it.
“So… so there.”
Rufus rubs the bridge of his nose and shifts-ever so slightly-in his seat. “Who’s there with you?” He finds himself wondering if Reno’s hair is untied or bound, wondering what it would look like unbound.
“Ah?” Reno’s still panting, but he’s dropped a little back into coherency. “No one, mm,” there’s a lazy, satisfied sigh, and Reno purrs. “Sir.”
After everything he’s heard, after everything he’s seen living with four or more Turks at once, there’s no way a simple Sir should be able to cause his spine to spark, but Reno could be…disturbingly creative, at times. Very disturbing. And Reno was alone.
His voice doesn’t betray a thing-he sounds annoyed, but still detached. “So who’s giving you this massage?”
“Ah, you liked it too? Want me to hook you up? I know a guy I think you’d like.”
There’s a million guys Reno knows. They’re usually criminals. Sometimes they’re Reno. Synonyms.
Rufus starts to answer, then stops. He can see Reno grinning his fuck-you grin on the other end. He holds back a sigh-you’d think paying a man would be incentive enough to keep from trying to fuck with you. Especially when you could shoot him at any given time. Without killing him.
“I think I’d like that Reno. I’m sure I could teach him a thing or two about timing. Meet with Tseng and Elena, then call me back.”
He hangs up before Reno can answer.
***
A/N: ponderosa121 wanted phone sex. I want phone sex. I can't write phone sex, so I'm encouraging other people to write phone sex, to make the world a shinier place.
You want shiny--you really DO.
...I think I fumbled Rufus' character. Meep.
FF7 AC
Rufus/Reno
R
In a word: phonesex. Humor. Slightly naughty (just a little), but nothing explicit, fairly worksafe. Before meeting Clones, and starting the whole movie. 683 words.
Warnings: Contains Reno.
When Rufus calls Reno, there’s always some risk involved-Reno could always be doing something constructive that's not sleeping, getting drunk, or blowing something up. This was one of those risky cases.
“Yeeaaah boss,” Reno’s breathing comes through heavy and damp, and not all the interference in the world can kill that smirk in his voice, the total smugness of a man getting blown and paid for it. “I’m, uh, mmm, yeah, I’m working on it.”
Rufus makes a mental note to clean the phone later with alcohol.
“What are you doing?” he asks for the look of things, more to see if Reno’s going to bother to bullshit him when they’re both beyond bullshit. They’ve known each other too long.
Reno does.
“I’m,” there’s a short fast whimper, a thump as Reno throws his head back, “haaaa, oh god yes. Getting a, uh, massage boss, that’s uh,” there’s another breathy pause, and the intonation and inflection Reno puts next on his words causes Rufus to blink twice and perspire to break out around his neck. His grip tightens briefly on the armrest.
“Nothing wrong with that,” in some provinces, it’s now illegal for Reno to use his voice that way, though in several provinces it was illegal for Reno to be there at all, which never stops him. “Not right now any-”
Whatever Reno’s going to say next gets eaten by a long, vibrating moan, the kind that dropped a match on the libido of any living human (and some animals) past the age of puberty, Rufus included. His hand freezes.
And…damn. Thanks to Diamond, to the mess that came after Sephiroth, when was the last time he’d been able to do more than drop a match on it? Trust Reno to make any situation worse…it was what he was paid for, after all. Rufus inhales deeply, closes his eyes, and makes a point not to care about the sounds coming through his phone, or attach any images to said sounds. It’s a good deal more difficult than it sounds. The back of his palm crawls, over the geostigma, and he's momentarily both sick and aroused.
When the chance presents itself, Reno’s going to pay.
Until then…Rufus lets himself sigh wearily into the phone: “Are you at least at Icicle?”
Whimpers answer him-high breathy muffled sounds, fast and panting.
“Reno!”
“Yes! Yes, god yes, yeah, I’m so, so…oh god--!”
Rufus removes the phone from his ear. He counts to ten. Then he replaces it.
“So… so there.”
Rufus rubs the bridge of his nose and shifts-ever so slightly-in his seat. “Who’s there with you?” He finds himself wondering if Reno’s hair is untied or bound, wondering what it would look like unbound.
“Ah?” Reno’s still panting, but he’s dropped a little back into coherency. “No one, mm,” there’s a lazy, satisfied sigh, and Reno purrs. “Sir.”
After everything he’s heard, after everything he’s seen living with four or more Turks at once, there’s no way a simple Sir should be able to cause his spine to spark, but Reno could be…disturbingly creative, at times. Very disturbing. And Reno was alone.
His voice doesn’t betray a thing-he sounds annoyed, but still detached. “So who’s giving you this massage?”
“Ah, you liked it too? Want me to hook you up? I know a guy I think you’d like.”
There’s a million guys Reno knows. They’re usually criminals. Sometimes they’re Reno. Synonyms.
Rufus starts to answer, then stops. He can see Reno grinning his fuck-you grin on the other end. He holds back a sigh-you’d think paying a man would be incentive enough to keep from trying to fuck with you. Especially when you could shoot him at any given time. Without killing him.
“I think I’d like that Reno. I’m sure I could teach him a thing or two about timing. Meet with Tseng and Elena, then call me back.”
He hangs up before Reno can answer.
***
A/N: ponderosa121 wanted phone sex. I want phone sex. I can't write phone sex, so I'm encouraging other people to write phone sex, to make the world a shinier place.
You want shiny--you really DO.
...I think I fumbled Rufus' character. Meep.