Fic: Win-Win Situation, Lost (Miles/Naomi) NC-17
I’m a couple of days behind on the lostsquee luau, though I have 2 ficlets (save from this one) to edit and something in the works for the other Queen I missed. Expect a bit of spam. But this one is long enough to merit its own entry, and it’s for the lovely valhalla37 who asked for tropes. I went with cuddling for warmth and even if I don’t have it per se on my schmoop_bingo card, I decided it would go on it anyway as the middle Wild Card. Eventually I will need the Wild Card, right? Also I post this one as fast as I can, because twice now I’ve had ideas that were done before I finished my version. So there.
Title: Win-Win Situation
Characters: Miles/Naomi
Word count: 1380 words, rated NC-17 (het!porn, OMG! how long has it been?)
Summary: At night, the cabins on the Kahana are so cold, they can’t sleep.
Note: Used for Wild Card on schmoop_bingo , cuddling.
The cabins of the Kahana are very nicely cool in the day to escape the blazing tropical heat; on the other hand, they are cold enough so they freeze their asses off at night.
Cold, yes, but it’s the humidity that makes it so uncomfortable. Miles shivers, trying to burrow under his woefully inadequate blanket. He’d tried asking for more, but had just gotten a sardonic smile from the captain and nothing else. It’s been four days, now, and Miles hasn’t slept much; neither did his roommate - Naomi, how did that happen? - judging by the tossing and turning she does every night on her own cot. Miles would complain out loud, but frankly the chick scares him a bit and he doesn’t want to look like a wuss.
"This is ridiculous," Naomi says when it’s been hours again that they’ve been trying to fall asleep.
She gets up, gathers her blanket in her arms and stalks over before standing at the side of Miles’ bed. He’s wondering what the fuck is going on when Naomi puts the blanket on top of his and nudges his thigh with a knee.
"Scoot over," she orders and while Miles moves towards the wall she gets under the covers. "There. I’m sick of freezing all the time."
Okay then. As ideas go, it’s not a bad one. But on principle Miles speaks up.
"Don’t mind me, please. Make yourself at home!" he says, though he can already feel a difference.
"Shut up, you can’t sleep either. It’s a win-win situation," Naomi says.
The bed is so narrow that the only way they fit is on theirs sides; Miles tries to stay a couple of inches away but it’s not easy. They are both fully clothed, with it being so damn cold, but it’s the principle of it. Naomi doesn’t seem to have the same hang-ups, though, because soon enough she’s closing the distance between them and even grabs Miles’ arm to bring it around to hold her until they are spooning.
"That’s better," she says, satisfied, and Miles has to agree.
For someone who says she’s cold, Naomi is pleasantly warm. She smells good, too. In fact, after a couple of minutes, Miles thaws enough to think that this arrangement is pretty darn good. It seems the same for Naomi who soon relaxes against him, and they’re touching from head to toe, making the most of it. There’s a high possibility that he’ll be able to sleep, now.
It’s just about then that a certain part of Miles’ anatomy decides that it likes the situation very much too. Shit. Miles tries to think of un-sexy things and how mortifying this is, but there’s no stopping it now as he grows hard. He prays that Naomi stays oblivious, but of course he can’t catch that break.
"Seriously?" she says, sounding surprised but she doesn’t try to put some distance between them, or to get closer.
"A hot girl in my bed, what do you think?" he says, defensive. "Just... it’s going to go away, sorry."
Naomi hums and it’s blessed silence again for a couple of minutes. To be honest, Miles is starting to feel hot all over. It’s the arousal, yes, but also that he’s not used to sleep while touching someone.
"It doesn’t seem to be going anywhere," Naomi says after a while and if Miles could disappear, he’d do it right now.
"I’m quite aware of that!" he grumbles. It’s been way too long since he got laid.
"You really think I’m hot?" Naomi asks.
Oh god, will she just shut up and go to sleep so he can die in peace?
"Yeah. I find girls who can kick ass sexy, though a bit scary. Plus you’ve got the whole accent thing going on," Miles says. He really should shut up. "And you’re cute." Shut up!
She hums again, sounding pleased. At least she’s not running away. In fact, she pushes her ass against him and grinds, making him gasp. Holy cow. Boner is now here to stay, Miles can attest to that. His instinctive reaction is to push back and it’s sweet, sweet friction even through the clothes. He doesn’t dare do more, though.
"You wanna?" he tentatively asks and she laughs.
"Yeah, come on" she says and she’s unbuttoning her pants which prompts Miles to fight with his own, pushing them and his boxers down his hips to bunch around his thighs. Naomi is kicking hers off and then she’s back against him, the skin of her ass hot and silky. By now Miles’ panting, totally turned on and he slides his right hand down her belly right past the curls of her pubes to her pussy, using two fingers to rub at her clit softly. Naomi moans, then lifts and bends her top leg so she can reach between them and grab Miles’ stiff cock.
"Fuck, yes," he says as she guides him in. He pushes in with more force than he thinks he should, but she’s wet and hot, taking him easily enough. "God, you feel so good," Miles adds as he pauses, feeling her clit swell a bit against his fingers and rubbing faster.
Naomi is undulating against him with little panting sounds and it’s not easy for Miles to keep his cool.
"Shit, what are you waiting for?" Naomi says, pushing insistently against him. "Fuck me!"
Who is he do deny a lady? Miles starts to move his hips in long and slow trusts, focusing on making this good for Naomi because if he thinks of himself he’ll come too soon. She’s incredibly responsive, though it’s clear she wants more and harder, trying to set the pace.
"Shh shh shh," Miles says near her ear, keeping the same rhythm. "Let it build a bit, it’s gonna be better."
She’s keening, now, trying to get what she wants by fucking herself hard on his dick. It’s incredibly hot.
"Shut up, I just want to come!" she all but snarls and Miles presses down hard on her clit, making her cry out.
Miles speeds up a bit and does the same thing again and again on the up stroke, which rapidly sends Naomi over the edge. She all but milks his cock as she comes, wet and tight, her body arching against him.
"Yeah, that’s it," Miles says and after a last caress of his fingers that make her shudder, he pulls out.
Naomi makes a sound of protest, but rapidly follows his lead when Miles pushes her so she rolls on her belly. He gets to his knees between her legs and pulls her hips up until she’s on all fours, then slides home again. Naomi is a lot mellower, now, but she groans when he grips her hips and starts to fuck her with short and hard snaps of his hips. It’s so fucking good.
"I’m not gonna last very long," Miles says between clenched teeth, and pleasure jumps up a notch when Naomi starts moving with him and touches herself.
"Fuck, yes, come on," she says, "just a little more!" she demands and Miles’ not sure he can; he’s going to come real soon no matter what he wants.
Miles is about to admit defeat, thinking he’ll go down on her to make her come again if she wants, when Naomi clenches hard around his dick and orgasms again. This time Miles lets go, tumbling into his own pleasure, the release bright and intense. When he’s through the aftershocks, he pulls out and lies beside Naomi, who’s flat on her belly and looking the other way. Miles hopes it’s not going to be awkward, now.
"You okay?" he asks.
When she turns her head, fighting to get the hair out of her face, it’s to look at him with a grin. Good. Miles smiles back.
"I’m great," Naomi says. "Not cold at all anymore," she adds with a wink.
Miles laughs, and then gathers the blankets to cover them both.
"Cool."
They strip, which is almost weird after the fact, and end up tangled in each other again, forced into cuddling not to fall off the bed in the night.
It’s not so bad, after all.
The End
Title: Win-Win Situation
Characters: Miles/Naomi
Word count: 1380 words, rated NC-17 (het!porn, OMG! how long has it been?)
Summary: At night, the cabins on the Kahana are so cold, they can’t sleep.
Note: Used for Wild Card on schmoop_bingo , cuddling.
The cabins of the Kahana are very nicely cool in the day to escape the blazing tropical heat; on the other hand, they are cold enough so they freeze their asses off at night.
Cold, yes, but it’s the humidity that makes it so uncomfortable. Miles shivers, trying to burrow under his woefully inadequate blanket. He’d tried asking for more, but had just gotten a sardonic smile from the captain and nothing else. It’s been four days, now, and Miles hasn’t slept much; neither did his roommate - Naomi, how did that happen? - judging by the tossing and turning she does every night on her own cot. Miles would complain out loud, but frankly the chick scares him a bit and he doesn’t want to look like a wuss.
"This is ridiculous," Naomi says when it’s been hours again that they’ve been trying to fall asleep.
She gets up, gathers her blanket in her arms and stalks over before standing at the side of Miles’ bed. He’s wondering what the fuck is going on when Naomi puts the blanket on top of his and nudges his thigh with a knee.
"Scoot over," she orders and while Miles moves towards the wall she gets under the covers. "There. I’m sick of freezing all the time."
Okay then. As ideas go, it’s not a bad one. But on principle Miles speaks up.
"Don’t mind me, please. Make yourself at home!" he says, though he can already feel a difference.
"Shut up, you can’t sleep either. It’s a win-win situation," Naomi says.
The bed is so narrow that the only way they fit is on theirs sides; Miles tries to stay a couple of inches away but it’s not easy. They are both fully clothed, with it being so damn cold, but it’s the principle of it. Naomi doesn’t seem to have the same hang-ups, though, because soon enough she’s closing the distance between them and even grabs Miles’ arm to bring it around to hold her until they are spooning.
"That’s better," she says, satisfied, and Miles has to agree.
For someone who says she’s cold, Naomi is pleasantly warm. She smells good, too. In fact, after a couple of minutes, Miles thaws enough to think that this arrangement is pretty darn good. It seems the same for Naomi who soon relaxes against him, and they’re touching from head to toe, making the most of it. There’s a high possibility that he’ll be able to sleep, now.
It’s just about then that a certain part of Miles’ anatomy decides that it likes the situation very much too. Shit. Miles tries to think of un-sexy things and how mortifying this is, but there’s no stopping it now as he grows hard. He prays that Naomi stays oblivious, but of course he can’t catch that break.
"Seriously?" she says, sounding surprised but she doesn’t try to put some distance between them, or to get closer.
"A hot girl in my bed, what do you think?" he says, defensive. "Just... it’s going to go away, sorry."
Naomi hums and it’s blessed silence again for a couple of minutes. To be honest, Miles is starting to feel hot all over. It’s the arousal, yes, but also that he’s not used to sleep while touching someone.
"It doesn’t seem to be going anywhere," Naomi says after a while and if Miles could disappear, he’d do it right now.
"I’m quite aware of that!" he grumbles. It’s been way too long since he got laid.
"You really think I’m hot?" Naomi asks.
Oh god, will she just shut up and go to sleep so he can die in peace?
"Yeah. I find girls who can kick ass sexy, though a bit scary. Plus you’ve got the whole accent thing going on," Miles says. He really should shut up. "And you’re cute." Shut up!
She hums again, sounding pleased. At least she’s not running away. In fact, she pushes her ass against him and grinds, making him gasp. Holy cow. Boner is now here to stay, Miles can attest to that. His instinctive reaction is to push back and it’s sweet, sweet friction even through the clothes. He doesn’t dare do more, though.
"You wanna?" he tentatively asks and she laughs.
"Yeah, come on" she says and she’s unbuttoning her pants which prompts Miles to fight with his own, pushing them and his boxers down his hips to bunch around his thighs. Naomi is kicking hers off and then she’s back against him, the skin of her ass hot and silky. By now Miles’ panting, totally turned on and he slides his right hand down her belly right past the curls of her pubes to her pussy, using two fingers to rub at her clit softly. Naomi moans, then lifts and bends her top leg so she can reach between them and grab Miles’ stiff cock.
"Fuck, yes," he says as she guides him in. He pushes in with more force than he thinks he should, but she’s wet and hot, taking him easily enough. "God, you feel so good," Miles adds as he pauses, feeling her clit swell a bit against his fingers and rubbing faster.
Naomi is undulating against him with little panting sounds and it’s not easy for Miles to keep his cool.
"Shit, what are you waiting for?" Naomi says, pushing insistently against him. "Fuck me!"
Who is he do deny a lady? Miles starts to move his hips in long and slow trusts, focusing on making this good for Naomi because if he thinks of himself he’ll come too soon. She’s incredibly responsive, though it’s clear she wants more and harder, trying to set the pace.
"Shh shh shh," Miles says near her ear, keeping the same rhythm. "Let it build a bit, it’s gonna be better."
She’s keening, now, trying to get what she wants by fucking herself hard on his dick. It’s incredibly hot.
"Shut up, I just want to come!" she all but snarls and Miles presses down hard on her clit, making her cry out.
Miles speeds up a bit and does the same thing again and again on the up stroke, which rapidly sends Naomi over the edge. She all but milks his cock as she comes, wet and tight, her body arching against him.
"Yeah, that’s it," Miles says and after a last caress of his fingers that make her shudder, he pulls out.
Naomi makes a sound of protest, but rapidly follows his lead when Miles pushes her so she rolls on her belly. He gets to his knees between her legs and pulls her hips up until she’s on all fours, then slides home again. Naomi is a lot mellower, now, but she groans when he grips her hips and starts to fuck her with short and hard snaps of his hips. It’s so fucking good.
"I’m not gonna last very long," Miles says between clenched teeth, and pleasure jumps up a notch when Naomi starts moving with him and touches herself.
"Fuck, yes, come on," she says, "just a little more!" she demands and Miles’ not sure he can; he’s going to come real soon no matter what he wants.
Miles is about to admit defeat, thinking he’ll go down on her to make her come again if she wants, when Naomi clenches hard around his dick and orgasms again. This time Miles lets go, tumbling into his own pleasure, the release bright and intense. When he’s through the aftershocks, he pulls out and lies beside Naomi, who’s flat on her belly and looking the other way. Miles hopes it’s not going to be awkward, now.
"You okay?" he asks.
When she turns her head, fighting to get the hair out of her face, it’s to look at him with a grin. Good. Miles smiles back.
"I’m great," Naomi says. "Not cold at all anymore," she adds with a wink.
Miles laughs, and then gathers the blankets to cover them both.
"Cool."
They strip, which is almost weird after the fact, and end up tangled in each other again, forced into cuddling not to fall off the bed in the night.
It’s not so bad, after all.
The End