A
Shin-Ra Fic
by Teri Stearns
Pairing: Tseng/Reno
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic, consensual m/m sex.
Spoilers: None. Pre-game. Tough Love, I guess, if you wanna get picky.
Categories: Humor, Romance, Established Relationship, Pre-game, bottom!Tseng, Tseng's POV
Notes: I wrote this one to blow off some steam. And boy, did I have steam (grrr...long story). It's a PWP, so don't expect anything great here. They're Turks, they have sex, what more d'ya want?
Today, it was a broom closet.
Sometimes, it’s just too much. The lingering glances, the subtle (and
sometimes not-so-subtle) innuendos, the long silences, and the casual
touches—all culminate during the week to a peak when the time and place
don’t even matter anymore. And today it was a broom closet.
Was it dangerous? Obviously. Insane? No question. Stupid? That didn’t even
begin to describe it.
So why risk it? As Reno would say, “Because it’s hotter than a Wallmarket
Steet Rolex.”
As far as broom closets go, this one wasn’t bad. Not that I make it a practice
to hang out in broom closets, but this was fairly roomy, and about as safe as we
could get while still inside the Shin-Ra Tower, tucked away in the basement at
the far end of the HVAC room. It wasn’t even on the blueprint to the building.
The only other people who might find their way down here were the Engineering
staff, most of who were at lunch now. It wasn’t much of a broom closet anyway,
as the only broom in here probably hadn’t been touched since the building had
opened. Half-used paint cans, some bottles of heavy-duty solvent, and an
assortment of dirty rags lined the built-in shelves and provided our only
backdrop.
And right now I had the best view on the Planet.
Reno grinned impishly at me, eyes sparkling like precious jewels from the single
light bulb swinging above our heads. “Well, at least clean-up will be easy,”
he said, picking up a bottle of engine degreaser.
“Reno,” I said flatly, “cleaning you up is an impossibility. You have to
be willing to crawl out of the gutter first.”
Reno set the bottle back down again and pressed closer to me, finally breaking
that imaginary barrier that we force between ourselves during regular working
hours—when broom closets just aren’t available. He flicked his tongue out
just briefly and touched it to my lower lip. “It’s much more fun to drag you
down here with me,” he rasped, his breath warm on my face.
He definitely had a point. Without any further delay, I devoured his mouth in an
intense, biting kiss. Reno was delicious; he tasted like sin. It was a flavor I
could get very used to.
Reno immediately became pliant against me. I placed my hands on his hips and
drove him back against the wooden work bench as I fumbled with the button fly on
his black S.W.A.T. pants—no blue suits today. We had spent the morning at the
shooting range together to test some newly “acquired” firearms and we
weren’t due back for another twenty minutes. Not a lot of time...but it was
enough.
He’d been nearly too much for me to handle at the range. Annoying and
distracting and aggravating, and just all those endearing qualities Reno has. It
began by a “casual” brush of his hands against mine as he’d dropped a
handful of bullets in my hand—just that small gesture had triggered
everything...pardon the pun. I had practically been able to feel his eyes on me
as he’d lounged against the back wall of our narrow booth, watching me as I
took my turn shooting at the paper target on the other side of the room, that
long devious smirk fixed permanently to his lips. And once when I swear I
didn’t know whether I should punch him or kiss him when he’d traded
positions with me in the booth and his chest had slid against mine, his hips
just barely grazing my groin. “Oh, excuse me, boss,” he’d said with
false politeness.
I’d elbowed him in the stomach...not hard, just enough to let him know he’d
been entirely too distracting and obvious, not to mention there was this
thing of safety to consider when dealing with loaded weapons. And then while he
wasn’t looking, I proceeded to lean against that same wall and watch as he
took his turn firing, admiring his precision with the gun. And if I happened to
also admire the way his behind looked in those black cargo pants, the way that
tight black t-shirt hugged his slim torso, the way that fire-red ponytail
contrasted against his back, well...turnabout is fair play, right? With the
smell of gunsmoke in the air and the atmosphere of danger and power, despite
however safe we were in a supervised range, my senses became totally aroused.
I may prefer Classical to Punk, and Brandy to Beer, but I’m still male. I’m
still a Turk. Need I say more?
I had all but ordered him to this room upon our return, giving him the location
with a completely straight face. I’m not sure he knew precisely why I had
dragged him down here until I’d arrived shortly after, but he’d marched here
without a question. I’d found him waiting patiently after I had quickly
detoured to shove the gun case—probably not as carefully as I should
have—into my locker and burned a warpath here without bothering to change out
of my matching S.W.A.T. fatigues. My jaw had been set, and my glare intense, and
I’d walked with a brisk determination...and just as I’d hoped, nobody had
dared to even make eye contact with me, let alone stop me on the way. Having a
notorious reputation has its privileges.
I’d shut the door, locked it, and shot him a devious smile over my shoulder.
And Reno hadn’t needed any other cue...
“I better not get any splinters in my ass,” he said now. I’d worked the
last button free and my hands immediately found themselves reaching into the
back of his fatigues, clutching those finely toned buttocks, kneading them
greedily. I went to lift him up and set him on top of the surface so as to reach
other parts of him just as easily. “I mean it,” he warned stopping me with a
hand on my shoulder, though his eyes were still alight with amusement. “I’ll
make you pick ‘em out. With your teeth.”
“Is that an invitation?” I growled thickly.
His mouth twitched. As did one ruddy eyebrow. “Well. If you’re in to
that.”
“What I’m ‘in to,’” I breathed over his ear, “seems to be
redhead loudmouth hotshots who don’t know how to control themselves.”
Drawing his earlobe in my mouth, I sucked on it, tonguing the silver hoop
adorned there. Reno chuckled wryly as he pushed his knee between my legs and
crushed his hips to mine.
“You didn’t seem to mind,” he purred.
I stopped abruptly and pulled back to give him an even glare. “As a matter of
fact, I did mind,” I scolded. “Reno, it’s behavior like that
that’s going to get us noticed.”
Reno held my gaze for a long while, seemingly unsure if he should take me
serious or not. He appeared like he was going to say something, no doubt another
jibe about our situation. But I didn’t back down. He had to know how crucial
this was. The playful light in his eyes died, and he looked away at the floor.
“Yes sir,” he muttered, dejected.
I framed his face with my hands and pulled his gaze up to me again. “Reno,
I’m not telling this to you as your boss. I’m asking you as a
lover. We need to be more careful. I don’t want us to get caught.” The words
I’d wanted to say died on the end of my tongue: I can’t let this go; I
don’t want to lose you. Just words, right? Like hell they were. They
terrified me almost as much as the chances we were taking. And what kind of
hypocrite was I telling him this here and now, when I knew precisely why I'd
brought him here?
Well. I couldn’t say all the words I wanted, but I could still act on them. I
covered his lips with mine once more, lingering there for a moment. I softly
licked his lips, nudging his mouth open, and slowly ran my tongue along the edge
of his teeth. I slitted my eyes just enough as I did this and saw Reno looking
back at me. I pulled back, and there was a moment when my heart skipped a beat
and there were no words, no anxiety. Just a long, desirous gaze when everything
else melted away. And then Reno grabbed my head and kissed me with bruising
force.
I ground my hips into him, hard, letting him feel the effects that being near
him was having on my body. With his eyes squeezed shut, he braced himself
against the workbench, rattling the whole structure to the wall. A bottle of
some kind fell free from the shelf behind him, and we both immediately turned to
see the damage. “Ah, hell,” Reno griped.
While nothing luckily broke, there was a spill. A clear, thick, viscous liquid
spattered out and ran right over Reno’s hand. He righted the bottle quickly,
but then lifted his hand up, making a face of pure disgust as the substance
dripped off him. “Ah—what the...yuck!” It was obvious the
resistance he was putting up for the urge to fling it off him. “What the fuck
is this slime shit?”
I reached behind him and dipped my index finger into the little puddle, then
rubbed it into my fingertips. The substance was very slick, and completely
odorless. I scanned the shelf behind him just briefly and saw a small plastic
bucket filled with the components that had spilled all over the workbench, and
knew right away what it was. I tasted it—
“What the hell you doing!”
—and as I had suspected, it tasted like nothing, as well. “Methylcellulose,”
I explained, nodding to the plastic container on the shelf.
Reno looked behind him and read the label. “Well, what the hell is that? Do
you always go around tasting everything that spills out of strange
containers?”
“It’s completely harmless,” I told him. “Methylcellulose is used as a
food additive, as an emulsifier, a thickening agent, as an ingredient in
adhesive—”
“Jesus Christ, Tseng, you’re eating glue?”
“Not an adhesive, an ingredient. It’s also used in toothpaste,
for that matter.”
“Well, what’s it doing down here?” he asked, still not convinced, if the
appalled look on his face was any indication.
“Mostly,” I drawled, tracing my finger seductively down the center of his
coated palm, “it’s used as a lubricant.” I threaded my fingers through
his, letting him feel the slick, unctuous texture glide over his skin. He
suddenly seemed less disgusted and more intrigued. “It’s also quite
inexpensive if you mix your own. They must use it to keep the machines oiled
next door.”
“Lubricant, eh?” he smirked. “Didn’t know you knew so much about your
lubes, Tseng,” he cooed.
I glided my fingers over the underside of his wrist, rubbing the substance over
his skin, up his arm almost to the crook in his elbow. “I read a lot of
ingredient labels,” I counter-smirked. “Gives me something to do when I’m
taking cold showers.”
“Take many of these cold showers, do you?” He continued to squish his
fingers through mine, coating my hand with it.
“Increasingly,” I said.
“I see...” Reno snaked his hand under my shirt and slid his palm from my
stomach up to my chest. “So...we just found a regular fountain of fun, eh?”
He massaged my chest and then his nimble fingers traveled over to rub the
substance on my nipple where he toyed there for a moment with my sensitive
flesh, lightly pinching it and teasing it to a hard peak. I hissed, squeezing my
eyes shut for a moment and opening them again to watch his hand. “Seems so,”
I panted.
“Be kind of a shame to let this go to waste, huh?” He circled his index
finger around my other nipple, giving it the same treatment.
I didn’t answer; words were lost to me. I yanked the button fly on my own
pants open and let them fall to my ankles. I then pulled my silk shorts down,
finally freeing my erection. I quickly repeated the action and discarded
Reno’s clothes in the same way. We didn’t have the time or luxury to get
completely undressed, but this would do fine.
I dipped my entire hand in the puddle of liquid behind him on the work bench and
grasped my length, touching the head of my cock to glide over his, using my hand
to stroke us both, working the lubricant over our erections. Reno, too, was now
at a rare loss for words, and I watched his face, rapt with ecstasy, as
fascinated by that as I was the feeling of my hand working over us. I could only
stand watching him for a moment before I couldn’t take it any longer, and I
leaned in demanding another kiss from him.
“I want you inside me,” I moaned against his neck. Again, no words, no
sounds at all except a stuttered hitch in breath and a shaky sigh. I think Reno
still believes that I am only humoring him when I don’t always demand the
lead. It’s not that I don’t love being inside him—nothing compares to that
tight warmth, the feel of being joined with him, and he so eager to accept me.
But I believe in equal pleasure for both partners. And I do love the feel of him
buried inside me to the hilt, thrusting against me so hard it almost hurts,
filling me while I stroke myself to completion. The submission, the pain, the
pleasure...right now I needed all of it. I needed him.
“I want you to fuck me, Reno,” I whispered to him. “Hard. Fast. Now.”
Smooth eyelids drifted shut and his lips parted as he drew in rapid breaths. He
answered with a jerky little nod. Nothing emphasizes a point like a well placed
vulgarism when you need it. I think that surprises him sometimes almost as much
as what I was asking for.
I took his arm and pulled him from the work bench. “Trade with me,” I said,
and then grinned as he passed by me. I placed a kiss on the side of his mouth.
“No splinters for you today.”
Reno rolled his eyes and snorted. “Damn. I was so looking forward to
it, too.”
I took my position over the work bench, which was just above waist level for me,
and sighed when Reno covered my back. His hands smoothed down my sides, over my
ribs. I heard him hum appreciatively when he stroked my buttocks and the back of
my thighs.
I pushed back against him, unable to wait any longer, and felt his cock rest in
the cleft of my ass. He worked his hands over me a little longer, massing the
muscles in my legs, buttocks, and hips. Then he swatted me on one cheek. “Get
yourself ready,” he ordered gruffly. “I wanna watch.”
I grinned to myself; Reno really was getting the hang of things, considering I
had been his first sexual experience with a man, and it wasn’t even all that
long ago. There were many techniques we hadn’t explored yet, but I didn’t
mind. It gave me something to look forward to. Not that I didn’t always look
forward to this. Very soon, though, I wouldn’t be able to hold back on him any
longer. Something told me, though, he wouldn’t mind.
Obeying, I slowly trailed my fingers in the slick lubricant again, coating my
fingertips with it generously. I spread my legs as wide as I could with my
trousers still pooled around my ankles, and leaning over and bracing my forearm
against the workbench, I began to tease Reno with a nice show. I knew I
couldn’t take too long, though, so I immediately reached behind me, circling
my opening with the substance on my fingers, and slowly penetrated myself,
shamelessly moaning at my self-indulgence. Reno gasped, and I could hear behind
me the wet, slick sounds of his hand racing over his own length as I fingered
myself with deeper and faster thrusts.
“Add another,” he demanded, and I complied immediately, inserting two
fingers now, stretching myself, preparing myself for him. “Ahhgod,” he
moaned.
“Don’t you dare come,” I reminded him and heard him deliberately slow his
movements.
“Goddammit, I can’t help it, Tseng. You’re so fuckin’ hot. I want you so
bad.”
“Do it,” I said, removing my fingers and reaching back for him instead. He
moved toward me and I felt for his length, gripping him tight in my hand as I
guided his cock between my buttocks. I rubbed the slippery tip of his length
around my tight ring, and then pushed myself back onto him.
I whispered his name, and he moaned mine in unison, halting all our movements
just a moment as we both adjusted to the sensation. Another reason I insist on
trading the dominant and submissive roles—we both know what the other partner
is fully experiencing. And while I realize we ultimately concentrate on our own
pleasure in the course of one coupling, it enhances it to know what the other
feels.
“Ah Jesus you’re so tight,” Reno gasped.
I coaxed him by moving my hips forward, feeling his length slide nearly out of
me, and then I pressed back again as he countered my movements, thrusting
himself all the way into me. I gasped again, throwing my head back, when Reno
took complete initiative and drove into me hard, hitting that spot deep inside
me that felt like an electric current coursing through my whole body. “Oh
gods, Reno. Harder.”
Reno had no problem meeting my request. He plunged deep inside me again,
rotating his hips as he did to maximize the sensation. He quickened his pace,
and I knew this wouldn’t last much longer. I dragged my fingers through the
lubricant once more—not that we needed any more...we were virtually dripping
with it already—and grabbed my own length, squeezing and gliding my hand over
my cock to pleasure myself. I closed my eyes and concentrated on these
sensations fully. I was startled to hear Reno hum close to my ear as he bent
over me and pulled my left hand away as he reached for me with his right.
“Need a hand?” I heard the grin in his voice as he began to stroke me in a
way that was nothing short of amazing.
It had only been three weeks now that Reno’s dominant hand had been free of
its cast after being completely immobilized for twice that long. He’d broken
it the same day we’d first become lovers—incidentally, also my birthday. His
dominant hand had been relatively useless since, particularly in this
application of things. To feel his hand on me now for the first time, touching
me as he would himself... Well, happy belated birthday to me. To say it felt
amazing was an understatement. He’d been walking around for three weeks now
squeezing a racquetball in his hand for therapy treatment, trying to build up
the muscles and tendons in his wrist and fingers again. I was the first to admit
now that, despite how ridiculous he looked carrying around a ball everywhere he
went, the treatment seemed to be working just fine.
My knees weakened; if he had not been there to hold me up—at both ends—I’d
have collapsed. His hand was working over my cock almost brutally now as he
pounded hard into me. It was too much. I pushed over that edge and thrust into
his hand, spilling my release onto the concrete floor beneath us, as I dug my
nails into the wooden workbench and gritted my teeth hard to keep from crying
out. Reno’s hand did not loosen nor slow down, and I gripped his forearm to
try to still him, as it seemed the orgasm he was wrenching from me would last
forever, even once I’d spilled myself completely. I vaguely wondered if I
could go mad like this if he didn’t cease. “Reno—ah! Stop!”
Finally he let me go to rise up behind me and grab my hips to help leverage
himself, thrusting into me even harder than before. I could feel his cock
pulsing inside me, swelling. I reached down between my legs to feel for his
scrotum, tight now in his arousal, and stroked him with my hand as I squeezed
around him from inside me, coaxing the orgasm from him. Then he stopped and bent
over me, sinking his teeth into my back to stifle his own cry as he came deep
inside me. I felt the pain of his bite and hissed my satisfaction, vaguely
becoming aware that I had let him go and my hand had found my own erection once
more, still fully hard. It twitched from my recent climax, as I gently teased
the slick head with my thumb.
Finally, with a pair of pathetic whimpers, it was over. Reno extracted his teeth
from my skin and laid his cheek on my back, and though I couldn’t see the bite
mark, I knew it had to be fairly deep just from how it felt. Reno, as I had
discovered fairly early on, is a habitual biter. I constantly berate him about
it and pretend like this actually bothers me. Truthfully, short of trying to
take my life, Reno would have a very difficult time doing anything of an
intimate nature that would bother me.
The room was quiet now as we each tried to gain control of our breathing. Reno
didn’t move to pull from me yet—neither of us moved. We knew this was about
as much afterglow as we were likely to get. I just remained bent over the
workbench a moment, waiting for my heart to slow down. I could still feel him
inside me as his arousal began to relax, and the warm wetness seeping from my
body. Together with the gel we’d slathered over ourselves, and the slick sweat
on our skin, I’d say we worked up quite a mess. It was, admittedly, a rather
guilty pleasure of mine. It’s not often I get an excuse to indulge such primal
compulsions.
Reluctantly, I pushed my elbows straight and lifted myself up, looking for
anything to aid in our clean-up. I spotted a bag of unopened shop rags on the
shelf in front of me, grabbed it and tore it open, handing one back to Reno.
“Eh?” he said groggily, as I hit him in the head with it. He peeled his face
off my back and lifted himself up, taking the cloth I offered to him. “Oh
shit, I’m sorry...” He brushed the teeth marks he'd left on my skin with a
light touch that made the affected area sting slightly.
“Did you draw blood?” I asked casually.
“Not this time.”
I snorted softly and shook my head as I wiped the slippery gunk off my hands.
“I’m going to file your teeth down one of these nights while you sleep,
Reno.”
“Oh, right, you love it,” he chided playfully, shoving my shoulder as
an instruction to bend over again. I knew what was coming now and I didn’t
want it to. He pulled from me, the sensation wrenching a gasp from us each. I
had become used to Reno’s presence in my body and I didn’t want it to end.
Now we were back in the real world with deadlines and responsibilities to
maintain, and I briefly had the urge to yell “TO HELL WITH IT ALL” and whisk
Reno away with me somewhere else secluded, private...ours. It was an impossible
fantasy, but it was all I had at the incongruent moment of standing in a dirty
broom closet bent over a workbench while my lover used a shop rag to clean me
off after sex.
Reno quickly dabbed me with the rag. “God, Tseng. You got me wiping your ass
for you now, too. And yet I’m still working for the same salary I was two
years ago. You drive a hard bargain for a raise, boss.”
I think—I’m not entirely sure, but I think—I might have actually
blushed. Only Reno could make me do so... “It’s comments like that that keep
you from getting one.” I twisted around and smacked his hand away. He
snickered as he unceremoniously cleaned himself off, and then pulled up and
fastened his trousers, gracelessly adjusting himself in front of me with a
wicked grin. His eyes were rife with mischief. Well... It’s good we were past
the awkward stage of things. Of course, in retrospect, I think that lasted all
of maybe ten minutes with Reno. He has no pretense about his often-crude
behavior. It is part of his, er...charm. Sure. I’ll go with that.
We finished cleaning and disposing of all evidence that we had been there,
except for the bottle of Methycellulose. I’d told Reno to leave it tipped over
on its side, as it had been when we knocked it there. It would look like an
accident and nothing more. It’s funny that in actuality, we couldn’t have
asked for a better substance if we had planned it that way. Some days we just
get lucky, I suppose. I straightened my fatigues, and except for a slight pink
glow to our cheeks, Reno and I looked completely innocent. Well. In a manner of
speaking.
“Two o’clock staff meeting with Heidegger,” I said, glancing down at my
watch. “We have ten minutes to get there.”
“Ah, good. I could use a nap now,” Reno said with a lazy stretch. He sighed
satisfactorily and leaned up against the workbench, admiring me with a raking
stare. “Too bad you didn’t get any splinters,” he leered.
“Not back there anyway,” I said ignoring his gaze as I inspected my fingers
and plucked a small shard embedded under my nail. “Next time you can pick wood
out of your fingernails.”
Reno smiled—genuinely, not the cocky grin he usually wears—and shrugged.
“So long as there is a next time, I won’t complain.”
I studied him thoughtfully for a moment now; I’d detected a hint of insecurity
in his words, or rather, how he’d said them. It was as if he was asking me.
Reno is extremely self-confident to the point of arrogance. He rarely thinks
before he speaks, and he is brutally honest, despite however much that may get
him into trouble. And yet he makes no excuses for it when he does. But even Reno
can reveal humility once in a while; his honesty is not always born out of his
pride. It’s moments like this I wish I could stop time and give myself to him
completely. It would be so easy for me to fall for that trust and honesty, for him.
But I know right now this is all I can afford to give him, both time...and
myself.
I may not be able to promise him this forever, but at least I knew my answer for
the present tense. I went to him and held his face in my hands. “Reno, I
promise you, there will be a next time. Very soon.” I pressed my lips to his
forehead.
He smiled warmly and put his arms loosely around my waist. We stood there close
for a brief moment, allowing myself just another chance to feel his heartbeat
and the warmth of his breath on my skin, before the imaginary wall went up
between us again. Before we stepped into the real world with our deadlines and
appointments and paperwork. Before we became Turks again.
He dipped lower to give me a firm squeeze. “How ‘bout now? We still got five
minutes.”
Thing of it was, I knew he was serious. At least partially. I pried his hands
off me and gave him a reproachful look. “Reno, do you ever stop?”
“Nope,” he chirped through a bright smile, then mockingly gave a dejected
sigh when I did not respond to his favor. “All right. I guess I can wait
‘till after the meeting, then.”
I sighed sharply. “You are impossible.”
“Aw, c’mon. You took it up—er, you took splinters for me. Least I
could do is return the favor.”
“Fine. You can buy me lunch tomorrow,” I said flatly, escorting him to the
door.
“Then we can come here?” he said with a comically hopeful look.
“Reno...” I warned.
“All right, all right...” he groused, passing by me as I held the door open
for him.
As he walked by, I just couldn’t resist giving him a playful smack on his
backside. Reno yelped and jumped around, turning to look at me in amused
surprise. Saying nothing more as I strolled by, I smiled knowingly and winked at
him in anticipation--a promise--of things to come.
I could definitely get used to this.