(FIC) On The Road Again (2/3)
There’s no convenient place to camp when we finally stop the Coyote for the night, but that means no sitting up in shifts, just turning on the appropriate camouflage and leaning the seats back.
Or, in our case, waiting until Duke and Ripcord are out, and sneaking into the back and shutting the door.
There aren’t even any words. Half of me expects to have the moment snatched away again, but after a long, breathless pause, ain’t nothing stopping us, and Duke’s still snoring on the other side of the door.
“How quiet do you think we can be?” He pulls me into his arms.
“I think we can be quieter than that,” I jerk my head towards the door, and he chuckles.
“Yeah, okay. I… This has…”
I nod. “Tac vest off. That thing has been driving me crazy… I wanna get my hands on you,”
“Tac vest coming off.”
The problem with the tac vest is, it’s really necessary if you think you might be taking a lot of fire, which tends to be his role. So there’s no not wearing it just because we aren’t currently fighting Cobra or dodging fire from the army, we all have to be ready to roll at any second, but when it’s on, it frustrates any attempt at feeling a person up. Which means even the little snatches of time we had been able to get to ourselves, you know, we could kiss, and he could get his hands under my shirt, but I couldn’t do the same.
Locked up tight in the back of the Coyote is about the safest place for any of us to be, though, so for once I’m thinking body armor’s not necessary. I’m actually thinking, you know, clothes, not necessary.
“C’mere,” He sits on the bench and tugs me in close again.
Let it never be said I don’t know how to take a hint. I wind up in his lap, doing the absolute best job I can do of kissing him senseless. His hands are all over me… oh man, I could get way too used to this, I could just, yeah, this could happen all the time and I’d be happy.
“I was right, you know,” I gasp.
“Right about what?”
“You’re good with your hands.”
He laughs. “Aw, shucks. Haven’t even done anything yet…”
If this is not doing anything, I can’t wait to see doing anything, because just the way his hands slide over my thighs or up my chest and how much of me he can touch at once is perfect… But I go back to kissing him before I can say any of that. Never could trust myself not to sound like a complete idiot once I open my mouth, not with real stuff.
Our shirts come off, between kisses, and then his hands are back on me and my mouth is on him, just everywhere, everywhere I can get to now.
“This is good,” I say, and of course I would say something that blindingly, stupidly obvious. Yes, it’s very good. I’m pretty sure he can tell I think it’s good, since my hard on’s poking him in the stomach right now and up until I went and said something stupid, you would’ve needed a crowbar to get my mouth off of him.
“Yeah,” He pulls me into a kiss, gentle, his tongue in my mouth and everything just real slow for a moment. “Yeah, it is,”
“What,” I feel dizzy, which is possibly on account of all the blood in my body pooling about halfway down from my brain. “What are we, um, doing?”
There’s an awkward moment where we just have to accept that, if this was a simple problem of, like, mechanical engineering, we’d be set, but we’ve both been maybe too careful in our lives up ‘til now, so we’re both probably about equally lost when it comes to sex.
I mean, not that I have no idea what happens, obviously, but… there’s a huge difference between having a theoretical understanding of a thing and having some practice under your belt. It’s been a long enough time since my clumsy attempts at anything even resembling sex, and he good as told me before that I was the first guy he’s been with, so any experience he has is possibly inapplicable here.
“Up, pants off,” He says. Okay, so, not totally inapplicable. Nudity’s still all good.
“Best idea you’ve had all day.” I smile gratefully. We get to our feet, kissing again as we struggle to get each other naked.
“Are you going commando?”
“I currently own one pair of underwear.” I defend the choice. “And I have to do all my laundry in sinks. I don’t wear ‘em every day.”
“Right. Hey, not complaining.” His hand slides over my ass, one light squeeze before he’s pushing my pants the rest of the way down my legs, and no, nobody complaining here. I work to catch up on the whole getting-each-other-naked front, and…
Oh.
Right.
“Nicky?” He whispers in my ear, hand on my cheek.
“I am not surprised, but I am…” Slightly intimidated? Really horny? Six of one, half dozen of the other? “Impressed.”
“Oh, jeez…”
“What? Are you blushing?” I grin and lean up to kiss him. “Are you shy?”
“Keep your voice down.” He steps out of his pants, and I follow suit, kicking my clothes under the bench. He gets a blanket down out of one of the cabinets and spreads it out on the floor.
I feel a lot better knowing he is a little shy. At least it’s not just me. Don’t see what he thinks he’s got to be shy about, either. I join him down on the blanket and get back to kissing-at least that much, I’ve gotten nice and good at. And I get his hands back on me, which is all I want, really, and I’m starting to learn every single callus by touch.
“Love you,” He whispers against my mouth, and his hands are on my hips, keeping us close together, keeping me there straddling one of his thighs, one of my legs between his.
“You’re pretty much the best thing to ever happen to me,” I go ahead and admit it. My hands spread over his chest look weirdly small and really pale, but it still looks right. “Like, ever. Really. And… Yeah.”
Well, I managed to keep up the eloquence longer than I thought I would, anyway.
He kisses me again, slides one big hand in between us, wraps it around me and him both, and it’s the fucking hottest thing that’s ever happened to me. Why did I ever stress out about this? This is perfect. We keep kissing-I can feel the moan trying to get out, know I could get too loud too easy if he wasn’t swallowing every sound I made, and vice-versa, and I’ve been on the edge waiting for this for too long to last now that it’s happening.
He keeps kissing me, even after we’re both finished, and his hand’s on the small of my back and if he wasn’t holding me up completely, I’d be on the floor and that’s pretty okay with me right now.
We’re both kind of a mess… I grin up at him a little, post-sex haze lifting.
Up front, on the other side of the locked door, Duke’s still snoring away, so we couldn’t have made too much noise, which is a relief.
He looks between his hand and the blanket, but I grab his wrist before he can move to wipe himself off, and I lick him.
Okay. Okay, weird, but not bad. A little almost-good, even. Maybe. I mean, I could get used to it. I think I’d like to get used to it…
Roadblock just stares at me, wide-eyed.
“Don’t wanna leave any evidence.” I smirk, sucking one of his fingers into my mouth-not, strictly speaking, necessary, but so worth it for the sound he makes. “Besides, what if someone else needs to use this blanket someday?”
“Nope, nobody else gets to.” He smirks back. “This is my blanket from now on.”
“Our blanket.”
“Our blanket.” And then his smirk turns into something really just… sweet. And I can feel my smile going all sappy, and I feel like I ought to be embarrassed, like, really embarrassed, but then he’s touching my cheek and leaning in to kiss me, real soft at the corner of my mouth.
We get dressed, quickly and quietly, but then instead of opening the door, he just tugs me back down to the blanket.
“Big guy?”
“Shh,” He pulls me into his arms, so that he’s spooned up behind me. “Stay with me.”
Lying here with one of his arms draped over me and my head pillowed on the other is more comfortable than trying to spend another night in my seat up there getting a crick in my neck.
Well, okay, I might get a crick in my neck sleeping on the floor back here, too, but he’s warm up against my back and the closed door keeps out some of the snoring from up front…
“I love you.” I hold onto his hand and let my eyes drift shut.
“Love you, too.”