Definitely a shot in the dark, but the words make Reid go supernova. His back bends off the bed as he comes untouched, his mouth slack, eyes shut tight as his body succumbs to orgasm. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I pummel into him, fucking him through his orgasm and seeking my own. Grabbing his thigh, I hitch it up higher and press my forehead to his as the telltale tingle at the base of my spine starts to signal my orgasm. My cock spasms inside Reid moments before a violent orgasm crashes through me. Pouring every ounce of myself inside him, hips twitching even as I stop thrusting and fall on top of him.
Reid’s arms wrap around me, his fingers lovingly carding through my sweaty hair. We lie like that for a while, just enjoying each other's bodies, our breaths easing after the ferocity of our orgasms.
I bury my face in Reid’s sweaty neck. Swiping my hands up and down his sides, I stay inside him until I slip out. Reid whines at the loss, so I sneak my hand down to roughly shove two fingers inside him, keeping my cum where he wants it.
“You always know what I need,” Reid murmurs, words post-orgasm slurred.
“Yeah, I do.”
I lay my head against his chest, listening to his pounding heartbeat slowly return to normal. He moves his leg slightly to rub at my side in a movement that has my chest constricting with want, despite already having fucked him senseless. After a while I get us both up and into the shower to rinse off. I like Reid in moments like this, when he’s less feisty spitfire, and more sweet boy. He leans against my chest, head tilted back against my shoulder as the water trails a river down our bodies, cleansing us of our sins. He lets me gently wash his hair, eyes closed, a sweet smile on his lips. Reid returns the favor back to me, on his tiptoes so that he can reach. Somehow that makes him even more endearing to me.
We dry each other off, then brush our teeth to get ready for bed.
“The picture of the woman on your desk?” Reid asks, eyes curious, mouth full of toothpaste.
Oh. “Ama, my older sister.”
Reid lifts an eyebrow. “And?”
I dip my head and spit out my toothpaste, keeping my head bowed to avoid looking at him in the mirror. Gripping the edge of the counter, I close my eyes tight against the thoughts of her.
“She was in a car accident when she was sixteen… she was on her way to pick me up from track practice. A truck driver didn’t see her car… it was a mistake. Wasn’t his fault. But she sustained a traumatic brain injury, so now she’s permanently disabled.” I close my eyes tighter to prevent the tears from falling. “The insurance company denied a lot of things for her… my mom was a stay-at-home mom, so it was just my dad’s insurance from when he worked at a mechanic shop and it wasn’t very good. Now she’s on disability, which also isn’t very good. My parents make do with what they can… but Ama’s life will never be the same. It is hard to lose someone, but they are still here. It’s a different type of grief. Now… now a lot of my payment for all this goes toward making sure she’s in a state-of-the-art care facility back home. My parents don’t have to work as hard, and Ama is safer, happier where she is. That’s all that matters, that Ama is safe.”
Reid’s hand rubs up and down my back in a comforting glide. He moves his body closer to me, side pressed against my arm, because he knows I need the comfort of the warmth of his skin. I take a few deep breaths, then stand up to look down at him. His mouth is bunched to the side, searching eyes flicking between mine.
“Is that why you do this?”
I shrug, because I don’t know. “Do I need a reason beyond wanting bad people to pay for bad deeds?”
“No, I guess not,” Reid answers truthfully. He dances his fingers up my back to lovingly tangle in the hair at the base of my neck. “I like you so much. Don’t hurt me.”
“I won’t hurt you. I promise.”
Reid smiles shakily, then leans up on his toes to kiss me. We kiss like that for a while, soft and slow, sweet kisses that make my toes curl against the cold tile. Finally, we pull apart and I switch the bathroom light off, then follow Reid into the bed. We lie side by side for a while, staring up at the dark ceiling, no words exchanged between us. Two broken boys, hurt by the world, finding an odd comfort with each other. If soulmates exist, I think Reid would be mine.
Hayden bursts into the room panting, bringing bright light from the hallway with him.
“Parker’s tracker went off, I got an alert.”
I sit up straight in the bed, heart pounding. “What do you mean?”
Hayden frantically waves his phone at me. “Gone, a few minutes ago.”
A loud crash from Jacob’s bedroom sounds, then he’s stumbling towards us. “I feel sick.” And then he promptly pukes all over the hallway floor. What the fuck.
Hayden glances at him in concern, hand twitching to reach out, before yanking away to turn his gaze back to me. “We’ve got to move.”
I glance over at Reid, leaning forward to kiss him hard, I pull away with my hand wrapped around his chin. “You have to stay here.”
“I’ll come with you,” Reid says defiantly, eyes blazing.
“Absolutely not. Stay here.”
I climb out of the bed before my brain can make a bad decision like allowing Reid to come with us, where I can’t effectively protect him. I hurry to get dressed in an ops outfit, harness over my shirt with two guns strapped in, knives in my cargo pants pockets. When I’m finally done and exiting the closet, I find Reid grumpily cleaning up Jacob’s puke.
He shakes his head when I look at him in wonder. Jacob and Hayden are gone, probably getting ready for the scrambled mission.
“I–”
