October Prompt: Back in the Closet (Patreon)

October Prompt: Back in the Closet

Notes: One shot? No no, we call this a quick shot. All aboard for closet smut! (As usual, thank you all so much for your patience. Enjoy!)

Blake was talking about fence repair, or something else important that the other soldiers and leaders on base were paying close attention to. I’d been paying close attention to it too… at first. Until I’d looked past him and caught sight of the storage closet Echo said once she wanted to drag me into. And damn her, because now all I could think about was how much longer this meeting would last. She was sitting right next to me, listening to everything Blake and the repair guys said without so much as a clue that all I wanted, more and more every second, was to drag her into it. 

We’d been so busy lately with upgrading, with planning supply runs to get any equipment we’d need to make our community sustainable, and with me going on some of those supply runs. And what with having to plan sex around Echo’s headaches, it felt like forever since I’d been with her. Since I’d had her hands and lips on me outside of semi-heated make out sessions. Since I’d felt the heat of her under my clothes or savored the noises she made when I touched her. I longed for the feel of her hands tugging at the button of my jeans. For the humidity of her short breaths when she kissed the tender spot behind my ear. I wouldn’t admit it to a soul, but I was suffering, and I needed more than just the physical release. I needed Echo and every sappy emotion that came with the intimacy.

I also needed her to suffer at least half as much as I was. So I reached over to steal her pen and the paper she was taking notes on, and as hard as it was for me to write with my bad hand, I scribbled ‘STORAGE CLOSET’ amidst her notes and slid it back. She glanced down casually, but the shift in her priorities was palpable the moment she saw what I wrote. She froze, straightened out of her leaned-back slouch in her chair, and tried her best to only look at me out of the corner of her eye.

I made sure to brush her fingers with mine as I handed the pen back, and she speed-wrote something and slid both over again.

‘Now???’

I barely managed to suppress a snort at the idea of us both getting up and disappearing into the storage closet in the middle of the meeting, where everyone would see, and did my best to keep a smile off my face so Blake wouldn’t notice how suddenly distracted we both were. ‘ASAP,’ I wrote, pushing it back to her.

She inhaled a slow, deep breath and sank back in her seat again. Folded her arms across her chest. Lifted one fist to her mouth.

Success. Almost.

I let my hands drop under the table and set one on her knee, pulling it nearer so it was touching mine. And I let my hand stay there, drawing circles over her cargo pants. Letting my fingers trail as high as I could without moving my arm to make it obvious to everyone else. Digging my nails in when it felt like she was getting too comfortable. Eventually she leaned forward to set her elbows on the table, bracing her chin in both hands as her other leg began to bounce with the kind of restlessness I was looking for. Blake noticed then how distracted we were and met my eyes, but I just passed him an innocent smile, and he gave the subtlest eye roll I’d ever seen without so much as a falter in the discussion.

A couple of minutes later, when Echo grabbed the pen and paper and scrawled ‘EVIL,’ angling it just enough so I could see, I knew I’d accomplished my task. I wouldn’t even have to drag her into the storage closet anymore. She’d haul me in as soon as we were clear of witnesses.

It felt like another torturous hour before the meeting started to wrap up. Blake asked if anyone else had something to say, and then dismissed us. But while everyone else stood, Echo and I just sat there. Waiting. Hoping it wouldn’t take everyone long to file out. A few of them stopped and lingered to talk to each other, and with how restless I was, I took the opportunity to sling my arm across the back of Echo’s chair and finger her earlobe.

“You’re going to get it,” she muttered out the side of her mouth.

“I really hope so,” I whispered, dragging my fingertip down the side of her neck. She shivered and inhaled a steadying breath.

“You two coming?” Blake asked as he stepped toward the door with a couple of others.

“In a minute,” I said, standing up and ambling over to stop right in front of the closet, “we need to talk about something first.”

He looked from me to Echo, eyes narrowing just slightly. “Right… just turn the lights off when you’re done.”

I tossed him a casual salute, and he trailed the other two out. The moment the main doors closed behind them, Echo stood and stomped over, saying as she did, “You are in so much trouble.”

“I have no idea what you-”

She didn’t even let me finish. Her lips met mine hard as her hands landed on my hips and she pushed me against the door, and it was exactly what I wanted. A desperation to take my breath away. A kiss to fill me with love. A need to rival my own. One of my hands slid around her neck and tangled in her hair, encouraging her not to break the kiss as I shimmied us sideways enough to get my other hand on the door handle. The moment I had it open enough for us to slip through, she pushed us in. It was dark as the door swung shut behind us, and both of us were so wrapped up in each other that we weren’t paying attention anyway. I kicked something on the floor and tripped back into a rack on the wall, and something wooden leaned against it fell over and knocked something else off a shelf on the other side.

The racket broke our lips apart as I cringed, but Echo was still pressed against me and her chest shook with a laughed, “Whoops.”

“It’s okay,” I said, and pressed an open kiss to the edge of her jaw, and then another to her neck.

Her hands slid from my hips to around my waist, clutching me closer as her head tilted for my mouth to explore. “I didn’t think you’d actually let me drag you in here.”

I nipped over her pulse, letting my lips tickle that spot as I said, “I’m in a mood.”

“No kidding,” she sighed.

I grabbed her shoulders and spun us around, pushing her against the racks. I used the pressure at her back to press myself firmly against her, working my hands under her shirt as my lips fell to the lowest part of her neck, reinforcing exactly what kind of mood I was in. And she was into it. As one of my hands slid up her ribs to her chest, slipping under her bra to feel the heat of her soft flesh against my palm, her hands fell to my backside. She gripped and pulled in response to my mouth latching onto her neck, establishing a pulsing rhythm of her hips against mine.

I don’t know if it was my imagination, or if I was really that desperate, but every time her hips throbbed against mine it shifted my tight jeans enough to cause friction. It wasn’t nearly enough to get me where I needed to go, but it was enough that it felt good. God it was good. Good enough to mount my desire into something I couldn’t contain. I sucked harder at her neck as I ground deeply and with calculation into every beat of her hips. I pushed her bra up off her breast so I could massage unhindered. So I could flick my thumb over her nipple and listen to the way her breath hitched.

But all it did was make me want more than anything to make her come. I needed it more than I’d ever had. Needed her to feel in the deepest parts of her that this wasn’t just physical desperation. It wasn’t even just emotional. It was beyond emotional in a way I couldn’t describe. And maybe it was the pitch darkness. Maybe it stripped me bare so that I couldn’t give longing looks, or teasing changes in the direction of my focus. All I could give was passion and heart, and all I knew was that I needed her to feel the profoundness of my love in a way that would overwhelm her, just as it was overwhelming me.

So I lowered my hands to work on the button of her cargos as my lips moved back to hers. I kissed her openly, the tip of my tongue grazing hers for just a few moments before I was done with her zipper. Then I dropped to my knees and brought her pants with me, leaning forward in my blindness to find her with my mouth. Oh, and I found her. My tongue slid over her clit so accurately that her hands shot down to my head, and the thud of her head falling back against the rack was followed by a sharp moan.

The darkness stripped me of longing looks and teasing, and I gave with all my heart. The flat of my tongue worked over her favorite spot while one of my hands slid up her thigh, past her hip and up her stomach. I caressed her ribs, tickled the curve of her waist, tracked her hip around to grab her backside and pulled her deeper against my tongue. It was everything I’d been missing. I’d missed the taste of her, and the heat of her, and the way she moaned my name. I’d missed her, and every emotion I’d grown to hold dear.

And I must’ve done a better job than I thought of teasing her, because she panted, “Gen, I’m not going to last.”

I didn’t dare pull away, didn’t want to stop for a moment to tell her she didn’t have to. So I gripped harder and gave a firm stroke instead, and she let out a ragged sigh because she understood. She knew by the determination of my tongue, by the way I pressed into every caress of it that I hadn’t intended to drag this out. I wanted to feel her trembling against me as soon as she could give it.

It didn’t take her much longer, either. I hit a tempo that made her hips jump, and as hard as it was to keep the spot with her movement, I grabbed with both hands so I wouldn’t lose it. And I followed that beat until her fingers clutched hard at my head and her hips pressed forward with the peak. The moment a tight moan left her throat because she’d toppled over the edge, I slowed my tongue to a gentler rhythm, giving an easy stroke every time she exhaled a noise. Pulling her into me every time a tremor rolled down her spine. Doing everything I could to make it last, cherishing every sound and breath and quiver.

When she was done, she slumped back against the rack and her hands fell from my head. I pressed a kiss to her as I pulled my tongue away, and then lifted myself up, dragging my lips and chin across her shirt as I stood.

While I pressed myself against her, she laughed, “Did you just wipe yourself on my shirt?”

“No…” I kissed her chin.

“Liar,” she said, the smile clear in her voice, and her lips found mine as she reached down for the button of my jeans.

In the midst of the kiss, she turned us around so I was between her and the racks, but she was being so gentle and I was so desperate for release. I threw my arms around her neck and opened my mouth to hers, kissing her deeply to instill how badly I needed this. And she got the hint. She didn’t waste a moment to push my jeans down past my hips, just enough so that she could reach between my legs.

Her finger slid between my folds as she left my mouth to trail her lips to my ear, exploring the moisture that had been building since the meeting. “Mood was an understatement.”

All I could do was hum a response when her mouth latched on to the sweet spot behind my ear, but she didn’t make me wait. She slid one finger deep inside me, no hesitation, no warning, and one of my hands clutched at her head for something to grab as I gasped. It was such an indescribable relief that half a moan escaped on a breath, and I panted several short breaths before I could find any words at all.

“Two,” I begged. And her response to that was a second finger, slipping in with the first and hooking forward to hit the most tender spot inside me, drawing a weak, “Fuck,” from my lips before I was robbed of the strength to say anything else.

But the fact that I’d made any noise at all let her know exactly how badly I needed this. Oh, and she knew what I liked. She kissed me once as she pushed into me hard, and just once because my head dropped back, my mouth hanging open so I could gulp air with every thrust afterward. Her teeth went straight for the exposed muscle of my neck, and she bit down deep as her fingers pressed in bursts against that sensitive spot inside me.

It felt so damn good my knees almost buckled. So good that my already labored breaths came staggered. So good that my nails dug into her scalp to encourage the grip of her mouth as my other hand clamped onto her shoulder. I ground against her fingers every time she pushed into me. Her long, dexterous, intuitive fingers, that made me feel so full and satisfied after so long that I couldn’t even be sure I wasn’t already coming. I just didn’t want it to stop.

And even though she pulled out of me a few thrusts later, the pleasure didn’t stop. Her finger slid over my clit and brought me a completely different kind of pleasure. The kind that drew from the lingering hum of having been full and eased the sudden ache of emptiness. The kind that cut through my desperation with a purpose.

She pressed an open kiss over where her teeth had been, trailing kisses down my neck and across my collarbone. She trapped her hand between us, using the pressure to pin my hips back against the rack – probably so I’d stop grinding so heedlessly against her touch – but I had no control. I tried so hard to follow her finger. Tried so hard to still myself so she wouldn’t have to focus so much. But between my ragged breaths and the waves of euphoria rolling through me, I couldn’t.

She gave me half a minute before pulling my earlobe between her teeth and saying, “Stop moving so much.” And it only took half a minute more for her to realize I wouldn’t.

Her hands shot to my hips and she whirled me around, giving my palms just enough time to slap against the rack for support before pressing herself against my back and reaching around.

It was so deliberate. So confident and assertive and fucking sexy that the moment she found my clit again, it threw me to the edge. And I could move. I could roll back against her hips and into her touch because the angle made it easier for her to follow. She dropped her forehead to the back of my neck, the hot moisture of her panting tickled the top of my spine, and I didn’t last another second. My eyes slammed shut as my jaw locked and I froze, every bit of pent up tension rippling out of me in a beat against her finger. My body was so grateful for the release that it lasted, and even after the climax ended and I slumped forward against the racks, I pulsed with an aftershock every time Echo shifted her finger.

She pressed several slow, gentle pecks to the back of my neck while I came down from it, and then wrapped her arms around my waist. I turned around in her hold to face her, sliding my own arms around her neck to kiss her properly.

“Tell me,” she said, leaving my lips to set her forehead against mine, “that this wasn’t the best idea I ever had.”

“It’s up there,” I admitted.

“Same time next week?”

I laughed, dipping forward in the dark to kiss where I knew her laugh line was. “Definitely again sometime.”

Her arms tightened into a hug, and I savored the sappiness of it as she buried her face in my neck. I would’ve savored it for as long as she wanted to stay like that, but a deep voice entering the room outside the closet said, “Are you sure you left it in here?”

“Shit,” Echo hissed.

“Shh,” I shoved a finger to her lips and whispered, “we’re not here.”

“There it is,” Blake’s voice responded.

“Hey,” the other person – Garcia, now that I could hear him more clearly – said. “Gen and Echo left the lights on.”

I heard Blake hum, and only then realized that our backpacks were still right where we’d left them in the room. “I’m sure they did,” Blake said, the disbelief in his voice audible even through the barrier of the door. And he added even louder, “And I’m sure they’ll be back to turn them off.”

Echo snorted, and as mortified as I would’ve been to get caught with our pants down, I couldn’t help huffing with laughter either. He knew. He definitely knew.

“Come on,” Blake said, and a pair of heavy footsteps disappeared out the building.

Echo and I stood there silently for a solid minute after they left, and then Echo asked, “Do you think he knew?”

“Oh yeah,” I said, and when Echo stepped back from me, I reached down to pull my pants up. “And I’m going to get so much implied shit for it later.”

Echo opened the closet door and poked her head out, double-checking that the coast was clear. “Worth it,” she said as she stepped out, and turned around to grin at me.

I might’ve disagreed if I wasn’t still high on how good she felt, but I smiled and nodded. “Yeah, it was. Especially after that move you pulled.”

That made her grin even wider, and she grabbed me around the waist and pulled me to her. “I knew you’d like that.” She pecked me on the lips. “What now? Round two in your room?”

I rolled my eyes, but pressed a more endeared kiss to her cheek. “We’re probably already late for patrols.” Her mouth dropped into a pout, and it was just begging for another kiss. “Later,” I told her, “I promise.” And I kissed her one last time before slipping out of her arms and going to grab my backpack.

She followed and threw hers over her shoulders. “I’m never going to be able to sit through another meeting in here.”

I laughed and grabbed her hand, folding our fingers together and making sure to flick the lights off on our way out.