I waited to see if he’d give in, switching my attention from his eyes to his hands. They clenched so fiercely his knuckles were bone white. Scowling, Roys dropped his hand into the box. He undid the wrapper, popped the candy in his mouth, then threw the wrapper at me.
I liked when he got a little petty, when the captain took a back seat and he showed his true cards.
“The game, dancing around the topic, waiting for you to bring this up, seeing what’d you say and what you’ve been thinking about this whole time, and of course, waiting for you to give in,” I finally replied.
“Give in to what?”
“Fucking me.”
That made his eyes widen, and he visibly swallowed. “What?”
“I’ve fucked all the guys in this troop that I was interested in already. Too many of them are far too interested in civilized conversation afterward. You, however,” I tapped his nose, “dislike me entirely, so why not make this three-month tour worthwhile?”
He blinked rapidly, mouth agape, made a strange noise of bafflement, then puffed out a breath. “I can never tell if you are serious or not.”
“I’m serious.”
“Why?” He was so suspicious it would be cute on anyone else.
“Because I’m bored.”
And it would be fun to sneak around, to get under his skin in an entirely different way, and I liked what we had done, so imagine what more we could do.
“That seems to be a common state of being for you,” he said.
“A curse of mine, I’m afraid.” I shrugged. “Yes or no, Captain?”
The urge was there, the thought, the memory and the promise of a future. The stick in the mud he feigned to be wasn’t entirely accurate for him to have gone through with what happened in the first place. A part of him that yearned for a thrill, set free in those caves, a craving for a different addiction, lived within the captain’s shell, not much different from the surrounding flora, a danger waiting to bloom. If given the rightreason.
“It’s just sex.” I took a chance approaching him and nudged his chair away from the desk. When all he did was lean back, I settled on his lap, and he took a deep breath. “Pointless, incredible sex.”
I cupped him through his pants. The final push. “That we can partake in when the nights are long, and we want more than the monotonous days of flora and danger.”
I rubbed him and Roys hissed through his teeth, one hand having fallen to my hip while the other traced my bottom lip. I took his thumb between my teeth to bite like I had in the cave, all that want returning with a vengeance. He groaned when I tugged on his pants to free his cock and let my hand truly work.
Roys threw his head back, releasing restrained little moans after I swiped the precome from his head. Stars, he sounded so hot. He shuddered when I spit in my hand and returned to the pace that had his breath catching. Then he seized my collar to pull me in for a kiss. I missed the beard, the brush of it against my cheeks and my neck but feeling up his chest made up for that. The dark curls caught between my fingers as I tugged and played with his pecs. The taste of cherry between our lips was bewildering; that candy, mixed with his unique taste, brought a thrill no synthetic could replicate. I ran my tongue over the roof of his mouth, stole that candy, and bit his lip before he took over the kiss entirely.
He commanded the air in my lungs, bringing each forth until my chest ached. When we departed, he had the candy caught between his teeth. His eyes weren’t dark this close. They were an unreal blue, rivaling the most unknown parts of deep space. I enjoyed feeling him grow in my grasp, the warmth of him, and the way his eyes clouded over as I brought him pleasure. Last time, I didn't have such a good look at him. The caves were so dark compared to this where I could appreciate the flush overtaking his features, his eyes overcome by lust and lips swelling.
“No one else will know. This will stay our little secret," I said with a roll of my hips where my own arousal throbbed.
“And I assume this won’t affect your following orders at all?” he asked, panting from my hand rubbing his balls.
“I follow them where theytruly count, don’t I?”
One tug of my hair and he had me moaning against his mouth, then more when he returned the favor. Feeling his wet calloused fingers hold my cock, caress me, was maddening. I leaned against him, or maybe he leaned against me. I didn't fucking care as long as he had his hands on me. He brushed up my shirt, fingers tracing my spine as I felt our hands between us, the heat growing and growing.
“You’re,” he kissed me, hard and fast. “Insufferable, do you know that?”
“Yeah, sweetheart, I know.”
I fell forward to bite that delectable neck, tasting him as my hips thrust into his eager hand. Him, too, his hips jerked and every sound he made brushed against my sensitive ears. I loved it, his hands on me, his cock in my grasp, the low growl when I bit him and maybe a little thrill at the thought of getting caught. The others would never stop teasing me, but having Roys bucking beneath me was worth every bit of their torment.
This was quick, almost desperate, hands and mouths wandering, bringing us closer and closer until I couldn’t take it anymore. “Are you close? Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
“I want to see.” He yanked me away from his neck. That touch, the way his thumb played with my head, how he focused so intensely between us was enough.
I came, spilling over his fingertips and in long ribbons against my abdomen. Good thing he moved my shirt, and I did the same for him. He stifled his pleasure against my shoulder, body shuddering as he filled my hand. Then it was just our heavy breaths keeping us company in the afterglow. He didn’t say anything, catching his breath against my shoulder before he finally sat back. Seeing his chest heaving and face flushed, same as mine, encouraged a swell of pride that he had to crush.
