Chars: Flak/Shrapnel Kinks: Mutual masturbation Summary: Two guys tugging it together. ===========
It had been a long day. Five caravans, tree scavengers, and a lunatic little girl selling energy weapons worth half of Rivet City itself. It had been a long night, too, with three beers each in the Rudder, talking about the events of the day, and it was around midnight when they switched off the light in their cabin and went to sleep. Or tried to, at least. Some of the pictures the day had left them with were hard to get rid of, and most of those concerned the Vault girl. Both men found it hard to come to rest, and each heard in the rustling of the other’s blanket that the other was no better off than himself.
“Where’dya think she got all those Enclave guns from?”, Shrapnel finally asked into the darkness. The only answer he got was a non-committing grunt from the other cot, indicating Flak neither knew nor cared about the answer to that question. To be honest, it wasn’t really the guns she had put onto the counter that had caught Shrapnel’s attention – both their attention, in fact – but the half-way unzipped leather jacket revealing a low cut tank top revealing a very nice view that had done it. “She sure has a nice ass, though.” “Hm.” It still sounded as if Flak couldn’t be bothered, and in the dark silence around them, Shrapnel dreamily thought about the view of her ascending the stairs in tight, black leather pants. His hand found the way behind the waistband of his boxers without him consciously sending it there. “You think she’d ever do one of us?” This time, Flak snorted. His voice was a low rumble as he replied. “What else are you dreaming of, lunkhead? Don’t know how old she is, buddy, but she’s most likely half our age.”
Moving his hand up from his balls to close it around his half-hard dick, Shrapnel adjusted his position and sighed. “Well, a man can dream...” On the other cot, Flak adjusted his position as well. “Yeah, but dream is about the only thing we can do. Not likely she would touch one of us with a ten foot pole.” “You had to bring up the subject of poles, didn’t you.” Flak emitted a low, dirty chuckle. “Sorry, buddy. It’s hard not to think of poles when thinking about that sweet little as of hers in black leather pants.” This time, both of them chuckled.
After a moment of silence, Flak’s breathing picked up a little speed and he exhaled a heavy breath. “I just hope she doesn’t pick up on us.” “On what? On us jerking off while thinking about her ass?” “On how we’re crushing on that girl as if we were teenage boys.” He shifted his back and adjusted his grip on himself. “Not only her ass. The girl herself. There’s a lot of fine ass around that doesn’t keep us awake at nights.” “True.” Shrapnel slowed down a little and closed his eyes. “And I don’t think about painting Angie’s lips white, for that matter.” Flak emitted a low, half-desperate groan. “You just had to say that, didn’t you.” For a few moments none of them said a word, but both their breathing picked up speed.
“That goddamn leather armour”, Shrapnel breathed heavily after a while. “Just imagine that zipper going down all the way.” Flak’s only answer was a low growling sound. “And that top going all the way up.” “Thanks, buddy, I’ve got enough to do dealing with my own dirty fantasies without you making it worse.” He was breathing hard and fast now. Shrapnel chuckled breathlessly. “How could I possibly make it worse? Weren’t you thinking about her jugs?” “No”, was the reply through gritted teeth. “I was lost in the image of getting a firm grip with each hand on each of her ass cheeks.” “Oh god.” “Huh.” “Think she’s a squealer or a screamer?”, Shrapnel asked with a heavy huff of breath. “I’d make her scream, buddy”, Flak replied raggedly. “I’d totally make her scream.”
The image of the Vault girl naked on her knees was what brought them both over the edge. Shrapnel came into his hand with a deep, husky moan and on the other side of the cabin, Flak did the same with a suffocated grunt a moment later. Both men lay still, catching back their breath, when after a moment, Shrapnel let go of his dick and chuckled. “First.” Flak snorted. “Bloody dipshit.”
Midnight 1/1
Kinks: Mutual masturbation
Summary: Two guys tugging it together.
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It had been a long day. Five caravans, tree scavengers, and a lunatic little girl selling energy weapons worth half of Rivet City itself. It had been a long night, too, with three beers each in the Rudder, talking about the events of the day, and it was around midnight when they switched off the light in their cabin and went to sleep.
Or tried to, at least. Some of the pictures the day had left them with were hard to get rid of, and most of those concerned the Vault girl. Both men found it hard to come to rest, and each heard in the rustling of the other’s blanket that the other was no better off than himself.
“Where’dya think she got all those Enclave guns from?”, Shrapnel finally asked into the darkness.
The only answer he got was a non-committing grunt from the other cot, indicating Flak neither knew nor cared about the answer to that question.
To be honest, it wasn’t really the guns she had put onto the counter that had caught Shrapnel’s attention – both their attention, in fact – but the half-way unzipped leather jacket revealing a low cut tank top revealing a very nice view that had done it. “She sure has a nice ass, though.”
“Hm.” It still sounded as if Flak couldn’t be bothered, and in the dark silence around them, Shrapnel dreamily thought about the view of her ascending the stairs in tight, black leather pants. His hand found the way behind the waistband of his boxers without him consciously sending it there.
“You think she’d ever do one of us?”
This time, Flak snorted. His voice was a low rumble as he replied. “What else are you dreaming of, lunkhead? Don’t know how old she is, buddy, but she’s most likely half our age.”
Moving his hand up from his balls to close it around his half-hard dick, Shrapnel adjusted his position and sighed. “Well, a man can dream...”
On the other cot, Flak adjusted his position as well. “Yeah, but dream is about the only thing we can do. Not likely she would touch one of us with a ten foot pole.”
“You had to bring up the subject of poles, didn’t you.”
Flak emitted a low, dirty chuckle. “Sorry, buddy. It’s hard not to think of poles when thinking about that sweet little as of hers in black leather pants.”
This time, both of them chuckled.
After a moment of silence, Flak’s breathing picked up a little speed and he exhaled a heavy breath. “I just hope she doesn’t pick up on us.”
“On what? On us jerking off while thinking about her ass?”
“On how we’re crushing on that girl as if we were teenage boys.” He shifted his back and adjusted his grip on himself. “Not only her ass. The girl herself. There’s a lot of fine ass around that doesn’t keep us awake at nights.”
“True.” Shrapnel slowed down a little and closed his eyes. “And I don’t think about painting Angie’s lips white, for that matter.”
Flak emitted a low, half-desperate groan. “You just had to say that, didn’t you.”
For a few moments none of them said a word, but both their breathing picked up speed.
“That goddamn leather armour”, Shrapnel breathed heavily after a while. “Just imagine that zipper going down all the way.”
Flak’s only answer was a low growling sound.
“And that top going all the way up.”
“Thanks, buddy, I’ve got enough to do dealing with my own dirty fantasies without you making it worse.” He was breathing hard and fast now.
Shrapnel chuckled breathlessly. “How could I possibly make it worse? Weren’t you thinking about her jugs?”
“No”, was the reply through gritted teeth. “I was lost in the image of getting a firm grip with each hand on each of her ass cheeks.”
“Oh god.”
“Huh.”
“Think she’s a squealer or a screamer?”, Shrapnel asked with a heavy huff of breath.
“I’d make her scream, buddy”, Flak replied raggedly. “I’d totally make her scream.”
The image of the Vault girl naked on her knees was what brought them both over the edge. Shrapnel came into his hand with a deep, husky moan and on the other side of the cabin, Flak did the same with a suffocated grunt a moment later. Both men lay still, catching back their breath, when after a moment, Shrapnel let go of his dick and chuckled.
“First.”
Flak snorted. “Bloody dipshit.”