#Whiskey on the rocks it’s something that Stan would drink every time

[pononoin]

Idk how to explain but those two drinks reminds me to Stan and Kyle

[dropsiaczek-the-smartest-avenger]

Shut up and sleep with me (Sebastian Stan x reader)

(The gif’s not mine, all credits to the original owner)

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x fem!reader

Word count: 2199

Warnings: smut, swearing

It was a damn cold and snowy night in mid-January, and I was roaming mindlessly through the streets of Dublin. A shitty ending to an even more shitty day. It all started with a car crash I had in the morning, then I was informed that the university cut off financing of the project I’ve been working on for the past six months and when I came home I walked in on my fiancé having sex in our bedroom with my best friend. The only comforting aspect of this situation was that Craig was wearing socks. Only socks. And no matter how many times I spoke of it, he always forgot to take them off. Luckily the house is mine, so I told him to pack his stuff and be gone by morning. And before he even had a chance to say something, I left slamming the door.

The moment I was leaving the house I haven’t really thought what I was going to do with myself for the night. But now I really wished I had kicked Craig and that bitch out straight away. I could rent a room in some hotel, but at that moment getting drunk in some pub seemed more appealing, and I didn’t really care that I may come across my students. My favourite spot called Dancing Leprechaun was just two blocks away, so I decided to head there.

The place was loud and crowded as always. It was a good place to disappear for the world. I took a seat at the bar.

“Same as always?” the bartender asked. He has served me many times before, but only just now I noticed his name was Joey.

“Make it double,” I replied with a slight nod.

“Your boy is busy, couldn’t come?” the bartender a small talk while handing me the glass.

“Well, when I last saw him, he was busy doing my best friend, and judging by the sounds they made, they both came,” I replied with a bitter smile.

Joey gave me a surprised look. I just shrugged in response and took care of my glass. The drink was gone faster than I expected, but it helped me feel less miserable, so I ordered another one.

“Second double whiskey on the rocks? You’re a tough one,” said a deep voice to my right. I looked into the direction of the voice and saw a tall, well-built man with shoulder-long brown hair and sharp blue eyes. “Mind if I join?”

“Whatever,” I murmured and shrugged again.

“Hey, if you don’t want my company just say a word and I’ll leave you alone.”

“It’s fine.”

The guy sat on a stool next to me and ordered a drink. “Tough day? I’m Sebastian by the way.”

“I know,” I replied bluntly. Perhaps, if the circumstances were different, I’d be fangirling over him. It’s not like you meet a famous Marvel actor every day after all. But in that particular moment the picture of Craig and my best friend fucking was the only thing on my mind. And maybe a desperate need to get drunk. “(Y/n). And yeah, I guess we can put it that way.”

We sat there for a moment in silence, sipping on our drinks and taking short glances at each other.

“May I ask what put you in such bad mood?” Sebastian broke the silence.

Normally I would never confide in a stranger, but now alcohol has done its job and Sebastian heard the whole story about how my relationship with Craig was falling apart for some time now, but I still wanted to fight for it and that today I caught that stupid cheating bastard fucking my friend. Sebastian listened to me in silence and didn’t dare to interrupt before I announced that was all I had to say.

“I think I know how to make you feel better, if you’ll allow me.”

“Alcohol will do for now, thanks.”

We sat there for some more time, ordering more drinks and talking about some random stuff. We caught the flow really fast and soon discovered we have quite a lot in common. We like the same music, books, we like playing boardgames and both are gamers.

It was nearly midnight when I decided I had enough and it’s time to go.

“Will you turn into Cinderella at midnight?” Sebastian asked laughing.

I shook my head with a smile. “I doubt I can look any worse than this.”

“Oh, come on, (y/n)! You are a very beautiful woman! Where will you go anyway?” Sebastian exclaimed and grabbed my hands. “Come with me to my place. I promise I will make you feel like a queen.”

I don’t know if it was all the alcohol I drank of if the slutty side of my personality took over, but I agreed to go with Sebastian to his hotel room. On our way we stepped into a liquor store and bought two bottles of cheap red wine.

“Make yourself comfortable.”

“Thanks,” I said and sat on the edge of his bed. Sebastian poured the wine and handed me one glass and sat on a chair opposite of me. We sat there, drinking wine and chatting some more. When the second bottle was empty, Sebastian offered he’d make me some tea and I gladly accepted it. When we sipped slowly on the hot beverage, he came up with an idea to play truth or dare. The idea reminded me all the scout camps I attended while in junior high, but I thought it would be nice to feel immature again, so I agreed without any resistance.

“I’ll go easy on you for the beginning,” Sebastian said with a chuckle. “Is there anything you hadn’t tried in bed, but would very much like to try?”

I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks. “Well…that would be a threesome,” I answered truthfully. “With two guys!” I added quickly, seeing Sebastian’s lecherous smile.

“Interesting…” the man pretended to contemplate what I said.

“My turn! Truth or dare?” I asked smiling widely.

“Dare.”

“Kiss me.”

A slight look of surprise came across Sebastian’s face, but it was quickly replaced by a wide grin. He came closer and crashed his lips with mine. I thought it would be only an innocent kiss, but the dare turned into a heated make-out session. Sebastian pushed me down onto the bed and laid on top of me with one of his hands on the side of my head, and the other crept slowly under my shirt and massaged my breasts. I rolled over so that I was sat on top of Sebastian.

“The dare didn’t involve touching,” I warned Sebastian with a smile and fixed my bra and shirt.

“Did you expect I’d limit myself to a peck?”

“Well…yes,” I replied with a wink.

Sebastian made a sound that was something between a laugh and a groan. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. But in case you wanted to know, your breasts feel really nice,” he said with his hands placed comfortably on my hips and slowly massaging them.

“Right…okay, give me a second.” I crawled off Seb’s body and ran to the bathroom, grabbing my purse on the way. I quickly cleaned my woman’s parts with wet wipes, applied some perfume and brushed my hair. “Won’t get any better,” I whispered to myself and went back into the room.

“I’m all yours,” I announced with a seductive smile, while crawling back on the bed and on top of Sebastian.

“I will make you feel like a queen,” Sebastian said and started to unbutton my shirt and unclipped my bra and then took them off me and threw on the floor. “They look just as nice as they feel.”

“Oh stop, you’re making me blush.”

Seb chuckled and lifted himself up a little to take one of my nipples into his mouth. He started to suck on It slowly while massaging the other one with his hand and I felt warmth spreading in my body. What I also felt was a growing bulge in Sebastian’s pants. I moaned quietly when Sebastian bit on my nipple. My reaction made him laugh slightly. He broke away from my nipple and looked me in the eye.

“You know what I think is the real art?” He asked while trying to unbutton his shirt. I shook my head in response. “Making a woman cum only by using my mouth. Do you want me to do everything alone?” He asked with a fake resentment in his voice and looking down at his shirt and then at me.

“Well, I’m the queen here, so you know…” I replied with a laugh and undid his shirt quickly. I then slipped it off his shoulders and tossed it away. “Oh man, I love hairy chests,” I said with a laugh. Seb laughed along. He then undid and slid off my skinny jeans along with my panties, and in the very end he took off my socks.

“Nothing worse than socks during sex,” I said laughing again.

“Only socks,” Sebastian pointed out with a smile and placed himself between my legs. Once again, he kissed me on the lips, then neck, both breasts, belly, until he reached my pussy. Sebastian smiled at me one final time before burying one of his fingers inside me. He started to work it in and out, and curl inside to stimulate my G spot. When Sebastian noticed the look of pleasure on my face, he placed his lips on my clit and started to suck on it and tease with his tongue. I moaned, quietly at first, then louder. The pressure filling my body made me arch my back and loudly moan against my soft spot. I felt Sebastian smile. Even his breath teased me now. I felt the peak approaching and Seb was still working his finger and lips on my pussy.

“Oh yes…Sebastian,” I breathed out quietly. “Fuck me. Please, do it now.”

My wish was his command. He moved his lips away from my clit and slipped his finger out of me.

“You’re so sweet down there,” he whispered with a smile. My hands found their way to Sebastian’s trousers and unbuckled them. He took them off along with his boxers and socks. But before anything more happened, Sebastian took out a pack of condoms from the bedside drawer and put one of them on.

“Safety comes first,” he said and then flipped me over so I was laying on my stomach. I lifted myself to all fours and Sebastian positioned himself behind me. His hands found their way to my hips.

“Ready, my queen?”

“Just do it already!”

He slowly slid his cock inside me, stretching me and filling up. “You’re so tight,” Sebastian hissed in my ear before nibbling on my earlobe. He gave me a moment to adjust to his size before he started to move in and out, slowly at first but picking up the pace. I felt the heat starting to build up in my core and it grew with each of Sebastian’s thrusts.

“Oh my God, yes,” I moaned when Seb moved one of his hands to my clit and massaged it.

“Cum for me, pretty girl,” Sebastian whispered in my ear and sped up even more. His deep voice and hot breath were enough to push me over the edge. I felt my walls tighten around Sebastian’s shaft and I screamed his name loudly as my orgasm hit me. My arms and legs started to shake. Watching and feeling me in my ecstasy made Sebastian come as well and I felt his penis twitch inside me when his sperm spilled into the condom. He stayed inside me for few seconds longer before sliding out and heading to the bathroom to clean himself up. I moved myself to the edge of the bed and sat there in silence.

“Did I make you feel like a queen?” Sebastian asked looking at me from the bathroom with a smirk.

“Yeah, but now this queen has to find a place to stay for the night.”

“I don’t mind having you here for the night,” the man offered.

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

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I was woken up by the sun shining through the window and straight onto my face. I checked the clock on my phone, it was already 9 am, do I decided it was time to pull myself together and head back home. Craig should be gone by now. I heard Sebastian shuffle in bed as I put my clothes on.

“Leaving so early and without a goodbye?” Sebastian asked in a sleepy raspy voice.

“That was the plan,” I replied without turning around to face him.

“You know you don’t have to.”

“I do.” I threw my bag over my shoulder and headed to the door. I was halfway out when the man asked, “will I see you again?”

This time I turned to face Sebastian whose look was full of hope and admiration. “I doubt it,” I said shaking my head and closing the door behind me, and leaving Sebastian there alone, staring at the door.

You are all very welcome to leave comments and tell me if you liked it or not! 

@kuroshikine

[ai-suru-hito-yo]

Waiting For Someone To Release Me (Pt 1.)

Pairing: one-sided Roger x Reader, John x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Summary: You met the boys of Queen while working at a pub during one of their gigs. You didn’t expect them all to be so ridiculously talented and attractive (of course that could simply be the fact you hadn’t seen any action in months talking) and you especially didn’t expect them to become a constant part of your life in any way.

Warnings: none really, alcohol (this part takes place in a pub), terrible summary, tags will change as the story progresses

A/N: I started writing this as part of @rogerina-deacon‘s 1k challenge, and y’all, she got away from me. I’m gonna have to post it in at least four parts, the second of which I should have up tomorrow (Saturday). Based on Christina Aguilera’s “Genie In A Bottle”, which is also where the title comes from. This first part is a little shorter, and is mostly just setting the scene. All mistakes are mine. Also, to all you Roger stans, I’m sorry. It gets better, and then it doesn’t. Fair warning, I’m gonna hurt him.

Part 2

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You were working to put yourself through college when you met the boys, a master at the oh so coveted position of server at an absolute dive of a pub, though you did have to admit the music scene there was great. The manager somehow had a knack for scheduling the best bands, though he himself had no music ability whatsoever, and this night was no exception.

There were two college bands lined up back-to-back, and since he claimed you had the most experience and were the most professional, your manager had insisted you help personally take care of the bands. Two others were chosen to help you with the task, and the three of you would spend the night being exclusive servers to the musicians.

The job could either be wonderful or terrible depending on the night and on the talent booked.

Your two helpers for the night, Colin and Rachel, had taken on the task of serving the larger, seven person group and left you with the smaller group, four lads who called themselves Queen.

You took a deep breath and braced yourself for the worst before making your way to the partially hidden booth at the back where Queen had set up camp for the evening.

“Hello, gents,” you called as you stepped up to the table. “My name is (Y/N) and I’ll be looking after you four exclusively tonight. If you need anything at all or have any questions or concerns, I’m your girl. Now to start, could I get you all some drinks, perhaps?”

The raven haired one to your immediate right spoke up first.

“Oh, perfect, darling. We’ll surely have a wonderful night! I’m Freddie, and I’ll have a vodka soda please, dear.”

Freddie was quite handsome and exotic looking. You noted something of an accent to his speech that indicated time spent far from this little corner of London.

“Coming right up, Freddie,” you replied with a little wink, which in turn caused a big grin to spread across the man’s face. He turned to the very tall man next to him and whispered what sounded like, “I like this one!” The man chuckled, his shoulders and his beautiful, dark curls bouncing. You watched as he turned his lovely smile toward you.

“I’ll have a glass of grapefruit juice, please. I don’t like to drink before shows. I’m Brian, by the way.”

“Lovely to meet you, Brian,” you responded. It truly was lovely to meet him, he was very polite and soft spoken. He intrigued you, like there was something much more to this gentle giant, something complex. Your gaze lingered on him perhaps a moment too long before you were brought back to earth.

“'Ere, love, what have you got on tap?” A high, raspy voice came from your immediate left, directly opposite Freddie. You turned toward the source and nearly did a double take.

Are all the members of this band ridiculously attractive? You thought to yourself. The man (for upon closer inspection, this creature definitely appeared male, if not entirely human) who looked up at you was breathtakingly beautiful. His features were even softer and more delicate than those of the other two men you had already spoken to. Waves of shining, blond hair framed a slim face from which huge, very round, sky-blue eyes stared at you. Eyes which looked you down and back up again. Ugh. Could he be any more obvious? One eyebrow was cocked and a smug smile pulled at one corner of the man’s mouth.

“Have you got any cheap pale ales?” The man’s nose even twitched when he spoke. How cute. You mentally shook yourself. Damn invasive thoughts.

“I’ve got Whitbread,” you suggested,

“Perfect, luvvie,” the man said, before shooting you another smirk and slipping his sunglasses back on. Why he needed them inside the dimly lit bar you did not know.

“That’s Roger,” Brian said. “The biggest ‘member’ of them all.”

“Oi! Watch it, Bri! I might have to–!”

“Okay, a Whitbread for Blondie!” you interrupted, sensing already that Roger might be a bit of a handful. Freddie clapped his hand together and laughed as Roger pouted. You ignored them and leaned a little closer to address the quietest member of the group. Once you got a good look, though, you felt your mouth go dry and suddenly felt like your throat was closing up.

The man sitting beside Roger was the most magnificent creature you had ever seen. He was somehow both cute and incredibly sexy as he leaned back casually, observing everything around him. The golden tawny mane that tumbled down the man’s shoulders looked soft and luxurious, and your fingers itched to reach out and touch. He had a strong nose which was perfectly rounded on the end and drew attention to the plush, pink pout of his lips. His green-grey eyes seemed to take in every detail, and when the met your own, you felt as if the man were staring into your soul.

“Uh,” you addressed the man eloquently.

“This is our dear bassist, John,” Freddie offered with a secretive smile. “He’s also our tech wizard and our financier.”

You finally recovered from your small crisis and flashed Freddie a soft smile before turning your attention back to John.

“A Jack of all trades, I see. Well, what about you, love? Would you like a drink?”

“I’ll have three fingers of whiskey. Whatever is cheap will be fine, please and thank you.”

John’s accent hinted at a northern heritage, and his voice was immediately calming to you. He was just as polite as Brian, and you already felt yourself swooning.

“Coming right up, John,” you said with a soft smile, and with one more glance at the man, you turned to make your way back to the bar.

As your poured the drinks, you eyed up the whiskey shelf, weighing your options. Someone who drinks plain whiskey must drink it because they like the taste of it, however John had ordered something cheap, so you reasoned he must be on a budget. You quickly grab one of the top shelf bottles and pour out the desired amount. As you add it to their tab under the price of the pub’s cheapest variety, you told yourself you were simply providing good service and placed it on your tray between Brian’s juice and Roger’s cheap ale.

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The rest of the night passed smoothly, the bar was packed to the breaking point with patrons come to hear the live music, but thankfully no one decided to start any conversations with their fists, and it seemed no one had been sick on the floor, as had happened the past two times you had worked a live show night. Both bands played wonderfully, and except for a small sound problem, which John fixed in about five minutes, the performances went very smoothly.

You found you really liked Queen, they were one of the better bands you had seen perform in your time at this particular pub, and they seemed to have real potential.

Freddie’s voice was clearly very special, powerful and unique to anyone you had heard before. You could tell he was also a very capable pianist.

Brian was a sorcerer on his guitar, able to create sounds you had never heard before, sustain solos you thought would never end, looking like some ethereal creature under the stage lights while making it all look effortless.

Even Roger, you had to admit, left you cheering. You were very impressed by his speed on the drums, moving faster than any drummer you had seen before and creating strong, solid beats for the other three to follow. His voice was also very special. Halfway through one song, you could not seem to recall the name of it, he let out a high, sustained screech that you originally thought came from a distressed patron. When the crowd started cheering instead, you looked to the stage to see Roger eating up the attention. You paid closer attention after that and soon realized the man had an amazing falsetto voice, and could hit notes you had once thought only dogs cold hear.

You were not really sure what to think of John for most of the night. You did not see him sing much, if at all, and he stayed back from the crowd at first. You thought he seemed very shy and nervous which you thought was strange for a member of a rock band. Around halfway through their set, Queen played their longest song of the night, a song Freddie introduced as “Liar”. The song seemed to instill some confidence in John, for soon he started dancing around in place and appeared to enjoy the music more. There came a call and response portion toward the middle, and you found you could truly not look away. Freddie leaned back against John as they shared a microphone and the crowd went wild. You thought you could even hear a few people shouting the words back at the appropriate times. They were captivating, and it was clear to you that John did know haw to work a crowd, even if he was too shy to actually do it. Then came his solo. You watched closely as John went wild, strumming hard and fast, and you felt your mouth go dry again watching his rather large hands coax such raw sound from his bass guitar. You cheered along with the crowd as John executed a slide that sent shivers down your spine. He caught your eye and smirked, and for the rest of the night, John was unstoppable. He danced around the stage, and occasionally jumped up to the drum riser to reconnect with Roger. Together they were clearly a powerhouse, a strong and stable foundation to build upon.

The band had just left the stage and you were making your way back to them to check in and tell them you loved their performance when you thought you heard someone shout your name from across the pub. You turned toward where you thought it had come from, but did not see any familiar faces, only people chatting among themselves and gearing up to move along home for the night. You shrugged it off and made your way to the table where you could see Freddie still clearly hyped up on the adrenaline of performing.

“Hello again, gents,” you said as you approached, trying to reign in your excitement for them and remain as professional as possible. “Just checking in again, can I get you anything else?”

“(Y/N)! Dear how was it? Did you enjoy the show?” Freddie was bouncing on the balls of his feet in front of you, skin and hair still glistening with sweat, a bright, almost manic glimmer in his eyes. “Honestly, please tell me honestly, did you like us?”

“Freddie, yes!” you answered with a laugh. “Queen is wonderful. Really, you are! I’ve seen a lot of bands come through here, a lot of really good bands, but you lot are really something else. I was captivated by each of you from the first note.”

Freddie screamed before grabbing you around the shoulders and smashing you against his chest in a bone-crushing hug. It was a little gross, as he was so sweaty and it had soaked through his stage costume, but you still brought your arms up and returned the embrace. You were finding you liked Freddie more and more as the night wore on.

“Alright, Fred, give the poor thing room to breathe!” came Brian’s voice. “I’m sure (Y/N) would like to go home and not have to nurse any cracked ribs.” Freddie gave you one last squeeze and a quick kiss on the cheek before letting you go and turning to pack up his own gear. “Please forgive him. He’s like a puppy sometimes, he gets way too excited after a show, especially with a good crowd like this.”

“It helps that they had great music to respond to. I mean it truly, Queen is great. You’d have to be dead not to be moved by at least one of your songs.”

Brian laughed at that, shoulders and curls shaking once again, and said, “Well, thank you for such honest and…creative approval.”

“You’re welcome! Now really, is there anything I can get for you gents? Perhaps one more drink to toast a great show?”

“I’ll take another drink and your number,” came that now familiar, raspy voice. You turned around to see Roger, already changed out of his stage clothes, approaching you with a smug look on his face. He was actually a good bit taller than you originally thought he was. Perhaps it was a trick of perception, with him sitting behind the drums for the last hour, your subconscious just assumed he would be significantly shorter than his band mates.

“Seriously, Rog?” Brian cut in before you could answer. “Cool it, eh? (Y/N)’s on the clock.”

Roger opened his mouth to argue, but you cut across him. “I’ll go grab those drinks, eh?”

“Only if you’ll have one with us!” Freddie called to you. “Please?”

You sighed. You really should refrain from drinking on the job, but you were also assigned to take care of Queen and see to any doable request they may have. You figured one little drink would be fine.

“Oh all right, Freddie,” you answered, shaking your head. “Same for everyone?”

“Perfect, darling!”

“Make mine a lager, please? I’d like something a little stronger now, post show.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Yes, please,” came a voice you had not heard since before the show started. John was watching from where he had a long, rectangular case, which you assumed held his guitar, tipped against a wall next to what looked like a plain-looking cabinet speaker. “I’ll come help you.”

“Okay,” you said with a small smile. He gave you a pointed look, and you knew he could tell you had been giving him one of the better quality liquors and passing it of as bottom shelf. “Thank you, John.”

You turned back toward the bar and felt rather than heard John follow closely behind you. He sat on a stool at the end of the bar while you ducked behind the counter, fixing everyone’s drinks and finding one for yourself.

“So did you really like it?” John asked suddenly, his finger tracing through a ring of condensation left behind on the bar. He glanced up at you from beneath his long eyelashes before he looked back down to the moisture on the dark wood. Seeing the confused look on your face, he added, “The show. Did you really like our music that much?”

“Oh! Yes!” you said, putting your drink pouring on hold to lean against the bar in front of him. “I meant every word I said. I truly think you four have a lot of potential and I cannot wait to see what Queen becomes. You really blew me away with that solo of yours, John. I was truly captivated.”

John looked up at you and smiled then, and in that moment, you knew you were in trouble. The way his eyes crinkled around the edges sent your heart aflutter, and you were certain the little gap between his perfect front teeth was the cutest thing you had ever seen. You knew you had to see him again, and were just about to ask when and where their next show was when a familiar voice boomed down the bar at you, making your skin crawl.

“Oi! What’s it take for a real man to get service around here, eh?!”

Your eyes widened as you turned, horrified, to face your absolute prick of an ex boyfriend.

[dekudynamight]

Title: I Think I Like You 

Rating: E

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Jon Kortajarena

Word count: 5.2k

Summary: Only occasional acquaintances before, Jon and Sebastian hit the same party in NYC and click instantly. What happens after, neither one of them will ever forget. 

A/N: Aaaaand here we have a prequel! Sorry that it’s not the next chapter but inspiration struck and then it deserted me halfway through and I had the hardest time finishing this but I FINALLY DID lol (writing is haaaaard) so I hope this was worth the effort. Thank you to @captainrogerrsbeard for her beautiful mooooodboard and for always helping me with EVERYTHING I write, ily wife :) I hope you guys like this! (Also to clarify, this is set before those pics of them together from Feb 2018, so it’s my little imaginary explanation for that devilish smile Seb was wearing lol)

Sebastian was feeling damn good on one particular Saturday night in January of 2018. He was fresh off the critical success of I, Tonya, on the verge of starting a new project the following month that he had even higher hopes for, and to top it all off, he was newly single and living it up at a brand new NYC nightclub with his friends. He was starting a new chapter of his life that just might prove to be one of the best, and if that wasn’t worth celebrating he didn’t know what was.

Clad in a black suit with no tie and the top three buttons undone, still sporting his wonderfully full beard and fluffy head of dark hair, Sebastian was three drinks and two shots in when the alcohol finally started to really hit his veins. He was at a sprawling table in a VIP room with a few of his oldest New York friends and some new ones as well, laughing a story the woman next to him was telling and finding his eyes continuously drifting across the table towards a certain rather beautiful man. He was trying not to be so obvious about it but the thing was... the man seemed to be unable to keep his eyes off of Sebastian, too.

Sebastian knew Jon to a small degree already, having met him in passing before thanks to their shared agent and their paths crossing once or twice thanks to her. He knew that Jon was a model and actor from Spain, currently single as far as he knew, and thanks to the last few hours he’d spent in his company he now also knew that his laugh was infectious and that he had a sharp sense of humor. His accent was heavy and delightful because of it, and Sebastian couldn’t deny it - he could sit there all night just watching him and listening to him, and he’d be perfectly content.

And while he couldn’t do that, he could enjoy the view while it lasted. And that view got even better when Jon stole one of the seats next to Seb when its previous occupant got up to dance, flashing him a charming smile as he settled in and asked, “Mind if I sit here?”

“Oh, not at all,” Sebastian grinned, getting a whiff of Jon’s cologne with his new proximity. He tried not to bite his lip, taking a sip of his whiskey and trying to keep himself in check and not display his thirst so openly. But God, it had been so long since he’d been truly single and his spirits were so damn high and he was sitting next to a fucking supermodel so beautiful he was worthy of having sonnets written in his honor.

“All the interesting people are leaving,” Jon bemoaned, gesturing to the table and all the empty seats left by their friends who were now dancing. “Are you going to leave me next?”

Sebastian chuckled, Jon pouting playfully. “Probably not.”

“Do you not like to dance?”

“Oh, I like dancing fine,” Sebastian shrugged. “Just gotta be in the mood, you know?”

Jon nodded, quirking an impressive brow. “What are you in the mood for, Sebastian?”

Sebastian grinned slowly, licking his lips without even realizing it as his cheeks heated up. Thank God his beard covered up at least some of his blush. “Honestly, I could just sit here and listen to you talk all night. About anything.”

“Anything?” Jon laughed, and Sebastian couldn’t help but laugh with him. “You flatter me.”

“I mean it,” Sebastian insisted. “You should do voice work. You were made for it, man.”

Jon shook his head modestly. “That means a lot, coming from you. You’re great at what you do.”

Now it was Sebastian’s turn to brush off the compliment, sighing, “I try my best. There’s a lot of better actors out there.”

“But you are always the standout in your work,” Jon insisted. When Sebastian looked like he was getting ready to protest Jon quickly added, “It’s true! You always catch my eye, every time in every role that I’ve seen. And not just because you’re so pretty.”

Sebastian’s mouth fell open for one long second before he groaned and brought a hand to his suddenly very flushed face. Jon laughed at his adorable discomfort as Sebastian squirmed, dying inside from the praise that he hadn’t been expecting. He tried his best to pull himself together quickly as he replied, “Well... thank you, but -“

“No,” Jon interrupted gently. “No ‘but’. Accept my compliments.”

Jon’s tone, while playful, was firm and left no room for argument, and Sebastian felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. He was always a sucker for a beautiful man with a firm hand, and the vibes that he’d been getting from Jon all night... oh man.

“Yes sir,” Sebastian retorted teasingly, and the look that Jon rewarded him with was nothing short of sinful. It made Sebastian’s throat run dry and heart race, staring back at him and knowing full well what was happening between them. He wasn’t simply drunk and imagining the chemistry there - it was real, and Jon was making no secret of it either. He dragged his eyes up and down Sebastian’s body and made a show of it, and Sebastian was seconds away from opening his mouth and making something happen when suddenly two hands landed on his arm and began literally pulling him away.

“Sebby, Sebby!” came the drunken giggles of Lara, another friend whom Sebastian usually would not have been instantly irritated at like he currently was. “Come dance, come on! You too, Jon!”

Sebastian resisted for a moment and looked at Jon for help, but all Jon did was smile and shrug. “I never can say no to a pretty face.”

Sebastian wanted to whine and kick his feet like a child but instead he sucked it up and stood up, letting Lara drag him to the dance floor while Jon stayed behind by a few seconds to drain his own drink first before joining them. Seb was in even less of a dancing mood now, but... well, maybe it would be a good way to clear his head and get him thinking properly again before he did something potentially stupid, like throw himself at a new friend and jump into bed with him before either of them knew what they were even doing.

Naturally, however, dancing didn’t clear his mind a damn bit. Instead it did the exact opposite, and Sebastian wouldn’t dare complain because holy fuck.

First he danced with Lara and a few others, the liquor he’d consumed giving him confidence and making him feel lighter on his feet than he really was. He started having real, genuine fun two songs in, laughing with his friends and wondering why he’d been so resistant to this idea as he turned around and suddenly ran directly into the chest of a man taller than himself. His scent gave him away, and Sebastian knew who he’d just collided with before he opened his eyes and looked up.

Jon grinned back at him, steadying Seb with a firm hand on his waist. “Enjoying yourself?”

Sebastian instantly forgot everyone else, Jon’s hand on him and unbearably close proximity taking up all of his focus and leaving none to spare. “Yeah.”

Jon’s hand slipped around to his lower back, pressing gently to pull him closer as he started dancing slowly. “Good.”

Sebastian swallowed hard, his arms dangling at his sides and brain short circuiting as it tried and failed to figure out what to do. His body was swaying of its own accord, moving with Jon slowly but deliberately, and he wanted to reach up and touch him and really dance with him but they were far from alone and Sebastian never knew who was watching and who might sell him out to a tabloid for a quick dollar. It was unfortunate but true, especially on a night like this when the club was packed and there were eyes everywhere.

“Relax, Sebastian,” Jon murmured into his ear as he guided him deeper into the crowd, away from the lights and into a corner of the dance floor that was far from private but a little less easily seen and a little more hidden. Then he reached down and took one of Sebastian’s hands, guiding his arm up and over his own shoulder until it was draped comfortably. “Move with me.”

Fuck it, Sebastian decided. He grinned up at Jon, letting instinct take the reins as he started dancing to the pulsing music and stopped caring about who might see. He’d earned the right to live a little, and Jon’s free spirit was infectious and a vibrant contrast to Sebastian’s ever-present underlying anxiety. He just might be good for him, Seb thought as he slipped closer and gave in, letting Jon take the lead.

It was fun and heated and left Sebastian feeling lightheaded in the very best ways. Jon was a natural dancer and seemed to revel in leading Seb, keeping it light and easy and playful until that just wasn’t enough anymore. Sebastian felt the shift when Jon suddenly spun him around and pulled him back against his chest, warm breath tickling Seb’s ear and sending a shiver down his spine as they started rocking together.

Sebastian let his eyes flutter shut and gripped the strong arm across his middle holding him in place, his body pulsing and feeling like a live wire with each point of contact between himself and Jon. He loved the height difference between them, loved feeling a little smaller and relying on Jon to guide him, and he knew he wasn’t the only one loving it. Jon couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of him, dragging the tip of his nose up and down the side of Sebastian’s neck and sending shivers down his spine and his blood racing south.

It was then that Sebastian took a chance, letting his free hand rise up and slip into Jon’s hair, letting him know through that touch how much he was enjoying himself. Jon grew a little bolder then, his hands roaming down to Sebastian’s hips and lips brushing his jaw, the touch feather light and careful but very much there and clear in intent. If there was any doubt, the growing hardness that Sebastian felt behind him laid it to rest, and he was fucking fine with that. In fact, he decided that he’d had enough of this and turned around to face Jon, their bodies pausing the dance as Sebastian grabbed Jon’s collar and pulled him close.

But he wasn’t pulling him in for a kiss. Instead he brought his lips to Jon’s ear and asked over the music, “Wanna get out of here?”

Jon responded with a pleased chuckle and a hand on Sebastian’s ass, giving it a squeeze as he replied, “That’s all I’ve wanted all night.”

Sebastian pulled away and grinned at those unexpected words. Then he looked around them just long enough to check for prying eyes before leaning up and kissing Jon firmly, taking him by a very pleasant surprise. He’d wanted to taste those perfect lips for hours, and they felt even better than he’d imagined. Jon kissed him with an enticing mixture of teasing and open hunger, his tongue colliding filthily with Sebastian’s before they pulled away panting and gazing at each other.

“I knew you’d be good kisser with that mouth,” Jon murmured, thumb sweeping over Sebastian’s bottom lip.

Sebastian simply grinned and leaned in a little closer to reply lowly, “My mouth is good at a lot of things.”

Jon’s eyes grew dark with surprise and pure arousal as he then all but growled, “Let’s go. Now.”

Sebastian couldn’t have agreed more.

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The front door slamming behind them with a jarring thud, Sebastian’s back hit the wall and he had only a fraction of a second to grin before Jon was on him and kissing him like his life depended on it. It was all tongue and groans and hands everywhere, frantic and hungry and fuck Sebastian just knew this was gonna be good, better than anything he’d had in months.

Jon hurriedly yanked off Sebastian’s jacket and let it hit the floor, reaching for his shirt next as they kissed hard and breathless. Sebastian couldn’t breathe and he didn’t care, burying his hands in Jon’s hair as Jon tried to work the buttons of Seb’s shirt open, but between the alcohol clouding his head and the desire spurring him on it was next to impossible. Out of patience and perhaps not having any to begin with, Jon simply ripped his shirt apart and sent buttons flying everywhere as Sebastian broke the kiss with a soft gasp.

Sebastian looked down, cheeks flushed and mouth hanging open. Then he slowly looked up at Jon, both of them breathing hard as he marveled, “Nobody’s ever actually ripped my clothes off before.”

“Then you’ve been choosing the wrong lovers,” Jon replied with a smirk before grabbing him and turning him around, shoving him against the wall before pulling off his shirt and bringing his lips to his neck. “You like it rough, don’t you?”

“God yes,” Sebastian confessed, Jon’s hands on his chest and sliding down, down, down until one ghosted over the front of his pants and gripped him through them. Sebastian let out a gruff noise and scrabbled his fingers against the wall, forehead pressed against it as Jon started rubbing him teasingly slow through the fabric.

“I knew you’d be fun,” Jon said between kisses, licking over a bruise he’d sucked into Sebastian’s neck and grinding into his ass, making no effort to hide how badly he wanted him.

Sebastian moaned from all the sensations, rocking back against Jon and craving him inside of him, stomach clenching and breath hitching at the mere thought. “Fuck, stop teasing me,” he suddenly groaned, surprising himself with the words but God he meant them. “Need you to fuck me.”

Jon responded by turning him back around and kissing him soundly, knocking his head back against the wall with the force of the kiss before drawing back just long enough to murmur, “Where’s your bedroom?”

Sebastian then grabbed his hand and took off, guiding him to his room and feeling like it took them a million years to finally get there. Once they did he turned around and pulled Jon in for another rushed, almost sloppy kiss, reaching for Jon’s shirt and quickly ridding him of it and, once he got a full look at the toned and mouth watering chest that had been hiding under his clothes, he steered Jon to the side of his bed and sat him down.

Jon reached out to pull Seb down with him but Sebastian sunk down to his knees between Jon’s legs before he could stop him. Sebastian looked up through his lashes as he worked Jon’s pants open, Jon gently cupping his jaw and rubbing his thumb over his chin and the soft facial hair that covered it.

“This,” he said, pressing on the gray portions of the beard, “I like this. It suits you.” He watched as Sebastian blushed faintly over the compliment, and when he ran his thumb over Sebastian’s lower lip he didn’t hesitate to flick his tongue over the tip and then suck it into his mouth. “Oh, Sebastian... you need a cock to suck on, don’t you?”

“Yes sir,” Sebastian breathed, releasing his thumb as he got Jon’s pants open and pulled his cock free. He took a moment to take it in, gripping it gently and stroking a few times, mouth watering with desire. “Fuck, Jon...”

“Go on, sweet boy,” Jon purred, threading his fingers in Sebastian’s hair and gently pulling him down. Sebastian loved it, Jon holding him in place as he licked the tip of his cock, swirled his tongue and then ducked down to lick from the bottom to the top. Then Sebastian took a breath and sucked him down, and the rough Spanish curse that left Jon’s lips was a sound that would haunt Sebastian’s mind for weeks to come, he just knew it.

He poured everything he had into it, doing everything he could to blow Jon’s mind and leave an impression he wouldn’t forget. It helped that he loved doing this and knew that he was damn good at it, having brushed up on his skills once or twice since becoming single. But none of his recent casual hookups had inspired the sort of determination and passion that he felt now, his enthusiasm only growing with each deep groan from Jon’s mouth and the tantalizing trickle of pre-come he worked out of him.

“God you taste good,” Sebastian panted, pulling off just long enough to murmur those words and suck in a breath before diving back in. He worked Jon like his life depended on it, losing himself to it and getting so caught up that he was taken fully by surprise when Jon started tugging him away and telling him to stop before it was too late.

Sebastian let him go with a slight whine, looking up at Jon and knowing he looked like the picture of sin - swollen lips, cheeks flushed, chin wet and eyes wild with arousal.

“You were made for that, Sebastian,” Jon marveled, pulling him up closer. “Look at you. You’re so hungry, aren’t you?”

“Yes sir,” Sebastian sighed, shuddering when Jon kissed him. “Didn’t wanna stop.”

“Such a good boy,” Jon murmured, saying it as an experiment. When Sebastian blushed and closed his eyes in response, Jon grinned in satisfaction. He was getting to know what made Sebastian tick, and neither of them were even fully naked yet. “Stand up.”

Sebastian obeyed, rising to his feet and letting Jon work his pants down and off of his legs. Jon rubbed him gently through his boxer briefs before tugging those down too, and once they were out of the way he tugged him closer and wrapped a hand around his painfully hard cock, giving him a few strokes to give him a little relief.

“You’re beautiful,” Jon told him, gazing at Sebastian’s naked body in a way that made Seb flush and want to squirm and duck his eyes away. “Get on the bed. On your back. Now, baby.”

Sebastian scrambled to obey, climbing on the bed and doing exactly as he was told as Jon stood to rid himself of the last of his own clothes. Sebastian laid back on his pillows, watching with great anticipation as Jon rounded the bed first to poke around in Seb’s nightstand. Sebastian held back a whine as he waited, reaching down to palm at himself impatiently only to be interrupted by Jon giggling - giggling - and pulling out a roll of condoms that Sebastian had completely forgotten about.

“Your commitment to your character is... admirable,” Jon grinned, showing Seb the condoms bearing the image of Captain America’s shield.

“Oh my god,” Sebastian groaned, cheeks going red. “Those aren’t mine. I mean, they’re mine, but I didn’t get them - my friend did as a joke and I just forgot -“

“I think it’s cute,” Jon assured him, tossing them back into the drawer and grabbing a different one along with a mostly full bottle of lube. He tossed them on the bed and then finally climbed on himself, Sebastian reaching for him like he was starved as Jon slid on top of him and smiled, “Impatient?”

Sebastian answered with a furious kiss, unable to get close enough fast enough. With no clothes in the way now and just skin pressed against skin, Sebastian’s need for Jon eclipsed all reason and he simply had to have him now. He relished in having Jon’s weight above him, being underneath his taller body and yielding control to him, maybe not knowing him very well but enough to trust him with this.

Sebastian was whiny and needy and vocal, murmuring an almost desperate fuck me between kisses only to have Jon chuckle and pull away. “Not yet, darling. I’m not done playing yet.”

Sebastian whimpered but didn’t argue, hardly able to protest when Jon began to kiss his way down his body. He was thorough in his exploration and left no part of Seb untouched, murmuring words Sebastian couldn’t understand in between lavishing kisses all over his body. It was a little more than he would have expected from a one night stand but he loved it, wound up so tight by the time that Jon was settled between his legs that the first stroke of Jon’s hand on his cock nearly had him shooting off the bed.

Jon soothed him with kisses on his hipbone, grinning at his enthusiasm and stroking him far more leisurely than Sebastian would have liked. “You are so needy,” he noted, leaning in and flicking out his tongue against the tip. “Relax, I promise I’ll take care of you.”

Then Jon’s beautiful mouth joined his hand in expertly working him, and Sebastian let out a shaky, grateful moan as his head dropped back into the pillows. He only stayed like for a moment though, needing to watch and enjoy the show that Jon was putting on. He looked painfully beautiful like that, hair falling into his eyes and sharp cheeks hollowed as he sucked, and Sebastian was so thoroughly caught up and damn near hypnotized that the first brush of a slick finger further south took him by complete surprise and had his entire body jolting. He hadn’t even seen him grab the lube and hadn’t even noticed Jon spreading his legs wider to position him how he wanted him.

Jon simply glanced up and shot Sebastian a devilish look without taking his mouth off of him, teasing him with that finger and slowly sliding it inside once he’d relaxed into the touch. Sebastian cursed low and broken and slid a trembling hand into Jon’s hair, the fleeting initial pain melting into pleasure fast and God he hadn’t had anything this good in so damn long.

It was an intoxicating blur of pleasure, Sebastian completely lost to it as Jon took care to keep him from finishing too early. He had to pull off completely for a few minutes when he was two fingers deep, watching Sebastian’s flushed chest rise and fall and his hands fist the sheets. Then once Sebastian had almost caught his breath Jon swallowed him back down, and he repeated the cycle until Sebastian was opened up for him and on the verge of losing his mind and all but begging him to fuck him.

“Please please please, fuck, Jon, I need it,” Sebastian whimpered, his words answered with Jon pulling off for good and removing his fingers. He groaned at the loss of sensations but then Jon was moving back up and capturing his lips in a filthy kiss, reaching blindly for the condom he’d grabbed and pulling away only to hurriedly open it and put it on while Sebastian watched hungrily.

Then he dove back down, kissing Sebastian deep and murmuring, “Are you ready, Sebastian?”

Sebastian nodded, wrapping his legs around Jon’s waist and pushing up against him for emphasis. “God yes, I’m so ready.”

Jon wasted no time then in giving them what they both needed, guiding himself in and sinking into Sebastian slowly. He watched as Sebastian’s eyes fluttered shut and tension crossed his features, body tightening instinctively until he relaxed into the intrusion. The truth was that Seb liked that part and always had, the pleasure/pain making him feel more alive than almost anything else ever did, and this time was no exception. Jon was a lot to take and by the time that he was fully seated, Sebastian was dazed and breathing hard enough to prompt Jon to kiss his jaw and ask gently, “Are you okay, darling?”

Sebastian grunted to the affirmative, then licked his lips and forced his brain to form words. “I am... so fucking okay, Jon.”

Jon groaned at those words and kissed him, starting to move slowly and gently. He was only careful until Sebastian started moving with him and roaming his hands up and down his back, urging him for more, and that was when he started really moving.

The first time he hit that spot within Sebastian just right, Sebastian gasped and Jon dropped his head against his neck, murmuring words that Sebastian didn’t understand but desperately wanted to. He was so curious, in fact, that he gave Jon’s hair a light tug and asked sweetly, “What’re you saying? I wanna know...”

“I am saying,” Jon replied, lifting his head and looking Sebastian in the eyes as he rocked into him, “that you feel so tight and so perfect, I don’t want this to end.”

Sebastian blushed and bit his lip, rocking with him harder, wanting to take him deeper, feel him for days. “Fuck, Jon, you’re gonna kill me.”

“I hope not,” Jon chuckled breathlessly, leaning in until they were a breath apart and dropping his voice down low. “Because then how would I make love to you in the morning?”

The words were enough to make Sebastian moan out loud and press his nails into Jon’s back, asking wordlessly for more and getting it as Jon picked up the pace. He wanted this, wanted more in the morning, wanted anything this man would give him, and nobody had made him feel like this in a long, long time. Not the guy he’d hooked up with last month, not the woman he’d taken to bed not long after, none of the people he’d given it a go with since calling his last relationship quits. Jon was unexpected but damn if they didn’t have better sexual chemistry off the bat than anyone in Sebastian’s recent memory.

Jon began to drive into him with more and more determination as the blissful moments carried on, pausing only to adjust Sebastian a bit and hold up his leg, the new shift in angle making him take Seb deeper and pulling a moan so loud from his throat that the neighbors had to hear it. It only made Jon smile, proud of his ability to fuck this beautiful man into such a glorious and careless mess, and after that it wasn’t long until they were both on the edge and simply couldn’t hold back anymore.

Sebastian was cursing and half-babbling nonsense, his entire world reduced to nothing but the pleasure he was engulfed in and the man responsible for it all. It only became more mind-blowingly intense when he felt Jon’s hand on his cock, stroking fast in time with his thrusts as his deep voice demanded in his ear, “Come for me, Sebastian, sweet boy. Let go, make a mess on us.”

He couldn’t have held back if he tried. He came harder and longer than he had ever in recent memory, every loud noise and breathless gasp and shudder of his body completely out of his control. He had just enough awareness left to register the sound of Jon cursing and slamming into him hard as he followed right after, holding Sebastian tight as they both lost themselves to the sort of pleasure that could only come from being with the right partner.

It was, Sebastian knew, without a doubt the best casual sex he’d ever had. And he’d had some good casual sex in his day, to be sure, but this... this was the kind of stuff that made him wanna sit down and write fucking poetry, and he wasn’t a damn poet.

But all of those thoughts were inconsequential for the time being, Sebastian floating deeply and sleepily in a state of pure haze and satisfaction. He only came back around when he felt the bed depress next to him, which was when he realized Jon had gotten up at some point. He was so blissed out he hadn’t even registered it, but now Jon was leaning over him and cleaning him up with a warm towel, a lit cigarette dangling from his lips and his gorgeous eyes soft but still mischievous when they met Sebastian’s.

“I thought you might have fallen asleep,” Jon confessed, still gloriously naked himself. Sebastian shook his head, the smell of the tobacco hitting his nose and prompting him to reach up and steal the cigarette, placing it between his own lips and inhaling as Jon watched.

“Almost,” he replied, blowing out a cloud of smoke. He took another drag and then placed the cigarette back where he’d plucked it from, grinning and adding, “That was....”

“Amazing,” Jon agreed, smiling wide and almost a little shy, which would have been preposterous had it not been so adorable. He tossed the towel away, finished with it, and slid in next to Sebastian fully in the bed. “Just like I expected.”

Sebastian let out a deep breath at that, rolling on his side to face him and curling up against him. “Well I’m glad I wasn’t a disappointment then.”

Jon shook his head, offering the cigarette back to Sebastian. As he accepted, Jon asked, “Where are you from? Romania, yes?”

Sebastian nodded. “Yeah, why?”

“Well,” Jon smiled, “at the end, you... stopped speaking English.”

Sebastian furrowed his brows, pure confusion on his face as he muttered through the cigarette between his lips, “I what?”

Jon grinned. “You did.”

“I don’t... do that. Ever. Are you sure?”

“Unless you have other languages you speak...”

Sebastian shook his head, Romanian the only option that made any sense. But still... “Damn.”

“I fucked the Romanian out of you,” Jon said teasingly, and Sebastian couldn’t help but close his eyes and laugh a little. Jon leaned in and smiled as he pressed a kiss to the corner of Sebastian’s mouth, and they continued to share the cigarette until it was gone and put out in a tray on Sebastian’s nightstand.

“I’m glad I went out tonight,” Sebastian said as Jon shifted on his back, allowing Seb to use his lean chest as a pillow.

“I’m glad you’re single right now,” Jon grinned, running his hand up and down Sebastian’s back absently. “I don’t know how you are.”

“Not everyone thinks I’m as awesome as you do,” Sebastian chuckled, placing a soft kiss to his chest.

“Then they are all fools,” Jon decided. He reached down and tilted Sebastian’s chin up, making him look up into his eyes. “Who wouldn’t adore you?”

Sebastian melted a little at those words and felt a pang of sadness, one particular man coming to mind whose name he wouldn’t dare speak. No matter what Jon might think, Sebastian was no stranger to rejection and, in some cases, completely unrequited crushes that he didn’t know how to let go of and move on. But he wasn’t gonna let that ruin the high that he was on, he decided as he shoved those thoughts down and leaned up to kiss his new lover.

“You’re sweet,” he murmured against Jon’s lips. “I think I like you.”

Jon chuckled, tracing his jawline with long, gentle fingers. “Good, because I think I like you too.” Sebastian smiled and kissed him again, the two men getting lost in each other again as the wee hours of the morning approached.

Sebastian didn’t know where this new thing between them might lead, if anywhere at all, but one thing was for sure - he was gonna enjoy the hell out of this while it lasted.

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Shot Of Glory [Richie x Eddie]

The Losers head out to Wyoming in Bill's dad's station wagon for a country festival graduation trip from high school. The crush that Richie's had on Eddie since they were kids is virtually impossible to keep inside anymore, but telling him terrifies Richie to no end- another shot of whiskey might help his courage.

Warnings: Underage drinking. Fluff! Based on the song Shot of Glory by The Washboard Union. Available on ao3 here. 

None of the Losers expected they would be spending their meticulously planned summer grad trip on the road to a country music festival. Except for Ben and Bev and Mike, who all kind of enjoyed the genre. Eddie had been the tipping vote as to whether or not they'd be spending their grad trip in Wyoming or Universal Studios (or Vegas as Richie had pitched, except what the fuck were a bunch of 17 year olds going to do in Las Vegas?). The only reason Eddie voted for the country festival was that he remembered how many germs were on everything in a park like Universal Studios, and completely squicked out at the idea of touching all those safety bars, which he would inevitably be clinging onto for dear life. They only really had enough money put together for the hotel only in Orlando anyway.

 Yeah the boys round here,

Drinkin' that ice cold beer, talkin' bout girls, talkin' bout trucks, running them red dirt roads out kickin' up dust-

"Will someone put some other shit on?" Richie called from the backseat of Bill's dad's old station wagon, "We'll have to suffer through this at the festival, no point in torturing our ears with it now!"

"Some people like this music," Mike said from the shotgun seat, turning it up, and Richie rolled his eyes, bending his knees and putting his feet up on the back of the driver's side seat.

"Where are we now Ben, Buttfuck Nowhere? You're the geography expert, aren't you?"

"History," Ben reminded for the millionth time over the past five years he had known Richie.

"Same shit, yada yada. Just tell me where you can get some decent cigarettes and a pie I can throw in Eddie's face for voting us out here instead of checking out the new Incredible Hulk ride at-"

"Beep beep Richie," Bill said, gripping the steering wheel, "And get your f-f-feet off the seat, my dad's gonna k-kill me."

"Yeah, that's so gross, so fucking unsanitary," Eddie muttered from beside him, and Richie made a face at him.

"I'm actually with Richie," Bev said slowly, "It would be nice to stop for a while, and I could use a cigarette myself."

"We'll f-find a place to pull off," Bill said, "Anyone got a m-map?"

"Yeah, it's up Eddie's mom's ass," Richie joked, and Eddie hit him, prompting Bev to sigh beside them.

"I'm hungry," Stan commented.

"Don't you have, like, a bajillion granola bars packed away in there?" Eddie asked.

"No, it was either those or the birdfeed, and how am I supposed to birdwatch without anything to attract birdfeed?"

"Well, you could just... not bird watch like a nerd?" Richie shrugged.

"Oh, well you could always take your suggestions, Richie, and jam them up your-"

"Would you l-l-losers shut up?!" Bill blurted, "Jesus Christ, we've b-been out on the road for not even a day and you two are about to k-kill each other!"

"I think we all need some air," Ben commented.

They pulled over at the next gas station they saw, and everyone pretty much ran to the bathroom.

"Hey Bev," Richie murmured as they headed into the station, "Wanna hijack the car and run off to Maui?"

"Maui?" she smirked, "I thought you wanted to go to Vegas."

"Anything's better than this flat, barren desert of nothing."

"We'll be at the festival soon." She nudged him. "Come on Tozier- do it for Eddie." She smiled at him, and Richie sucked in a breath. Do it for Eddie.

Bev, Bill and Mike were the only ones who knew about his crush on Eddie. Beverly totally had his back without being pushy about it- the other Losers were stupidly oblivious, but it was okay with Richie if his secret was kept under wraps for as long as possible.

But yeah. He could do it for Eds.

"Hi," Beverly smiled at the gas station attendant. The guy stopped chewing on his gum and looked her up and down.

"Well hey there, pretty little lady. What can I get ya?"

"Pack of Marlboro Reds and a pack of menthols."

"Hoooee!" the guy chuckled, "You're a chimney, through and through, eh?!"

"They're for her mother," Richie supplied helpfully, and Beverly blinked innocently, "She's too sick to get out of bed."

"Heaven knows why," the guy snorted, and rang them through. "Sorry for the formality, but I'm gonna need to get your ID."

"Oh, sure..." She reached for her back pocket, and threw her hands up. "Shoot, must've left it in the car. Gimme a second?"

"Alrighty."

Richie shook his head as Bev jogged out. "She's so forgetful. She's forget her head if it wasn't attached to her shoulders! Hey, while you're waiting, can you grab me another one of those I Heart Wyoming hats from the back? I'm just in love with them."

The guy shrugged, and went off to the back. As Beverly had taught him, Richie quickly stuffed the two packs in his pockets and took off... not before nabbing the display hat off the shelf. He made it to the car, tossed the Marlboros to Beverly and kept the menthols for himself.

"Go," Bev said, kissing Ben on the cheek, and Bill started the car as the guy came back.

"Hey! Hey, y'all wait!"

"You're so stupid, Richie," Stan muttered as they sped off, crossing his arms.

"I think I'm a master thief," Richie said in his British accent, and Eddie smiled a little to himself as Richie plopped the I Heart Wyoming hat on his head backward.

"For you, Spaghetti Man. Red just isn't my colour."

Eddie looked away, and when no one was looking, switched the hat around so that it was facing forward.

"Okay okay, uh... would you rather turn into Shrek every time someone said your name, or have Pee Wee Herman narrate your life?" Richie asked, and Ben burst out laughing.

"They're both so bad."

"Yeah, honestly who would pick either?" Stan asked, and Richie shrugged.

"You've gotta pick one."

"Shrek," Mike weighed in, "Definitely Shrek."

"Not P-pee Wee?" Bill smirked.

"I'd straight up murder that guy."

"If you turned into Shrek all the time, I'd break up with you," Stan pursed his lips.

"Stan, I didn't know you were so materially inclined," Bev acted shocked.

"Yeah, I'm hurt babe," Mike put a hand over his heart, and Stan shook his head.

"I am not dating an ogre."

"Wouldn't be so bad," Richie said, "You could scare people away... Eds, what would you do?"

"I'd like to have you narrating my life," Eddie huffed, "Your mouth already runs a mile a minute, might as well use it to document something useful."

"I would be honored, sir," Richie grinned, and Eddie blushed, looking away. Richie swallowed. Was he trying too hard? Fuck, he was probably giving himself away... He ran a hand through his hair, hoping his anxiety wouldn't get the better of him. Ben looked at him inquisitively, but Richie didn't quite feel like talking anymore.

The next day, after shelling out half of their crumpled up bills they had all saved for the past two years and dumping their stuff at a creepy motel that smelled like bad yogurt and moth balls, they were almost at the festival grounds. Country music was blaring through their speakers, and Bev sang along with Mike, Ben, and a shy Eddie. Even Bill found himself humming along to the tunes, and Richie and Stan discovered they were joined by their mutual hatred of this genre of music.

Soon, the first night of the festival arrived. Favourites of the group like Dierks Bentley, Luke Bryan, Chris Young, and the Zac Brown Band graced the stage, and Richie found that he was enjoying himself a little more now that he wasn't cramped up in the car and could channel his energy into something else.

Currently, the Zac Brown Band was performing a popular song of theirs, "Sweet Annie." Mike and Stan were sitting with each other on a couple of chairs to the side of the bar, giggling about something, and Ben and Beverly were out on the floor, slow dancing. Ben was singing to Bev softly, and though he didn't have the best voice ever, Beverly found everything her boyfriend did to be incredibly sweet and romantic. Her head rested on Ben's shoulder as they rocked together to the music, and she looked over to see Bill dancing with some girl he had found with blonde hair and cowboy boots. Her gaze shifted, and she saw Eddie drinking from a bottle of water, with Richie staring at him, enthralled Nd tapping his knee, a few paces away. Every time one would look at the other, the other would look away.

Beverly sighed.

That night at the motel, everyone paired up for beds. Mike and Stan, Ben and Bev, and that left... Bill, Eddie, and Richie.

"I can take the couch..." Richie said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"No no," Bill smirked, the tall brunette teen giving Richie a meaningful look, "Y-you two go ahead."

"You won't even be able to fit on the couch Bill, your legs are like mile-long stringbeans!" Richie protested, feeling his face heat up.

"N-no, it's fine. The couch is closer to the w-w-window. I like to, uh... see the stars." Bill kept on smirking. 

"You sappy weirdo," Richie muttered, and Eddie headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed. In the meantime, Richie settled under the covers, taking deep breaths in and out.

He could do this. Of course he could do this! He had grown up with Eddie, ever since they had met in friggin' kindergarten! A billion sleepovers had been spent sharing a sleeping bag with Eddie, Eddie sleeping on his lap, Eddie falling asleep on his shoulder during long car rides to baseball practice, anything and everything for years... so why was it so awkward now? He took off his glasses, placing them on the night table, and rubbed his eyes.

Richie felt his heart skip a beat as the door to the bathroom opened, the crack of light illuminating the dark motel room temporarily before the light was flicked off. Eddie felt his way to the bed-- it wasn't even that small a bed, they both had plenty of space-- and got in.

"Hey Eds," Richie whispered.

"Hey Rich," Eddie whispered back, then paused. "Don't call me that."

"Sorry, spaghetti man. You enjoying the festival?"

"Yeah. Yeah, it's pretty fun."

"Yeah..." Richie murmured. He didn't want to stop talking, because that would mean laying there beside each other in silence, wondering what the other person was thinking.

"Watchya thinkin' about, Eds?" Richie whispered. Eddie spent a long time thinking, so long that Richie thought he'd fallen asleep. Then he spoke up.

"How happy I am to be on this trip, Rich."

"Really?"

"Mhmm. It's nice to be away from home for a while... it's refreshing not to have someone watching me all day every day, seeing if I'm just gonna fall apart in front of their eyes." Another pause. "I'm not that fragile, you know?"

"Yeah," Richie offered, not able to think of anything else to say. His home life was the opposite of Eddie's and both boys knew it. Richie's parents didn't care about anything he did, sort of like Bill's, Ben's, and... well, pretty much any of them except for Eddie. But Richie's parents not only didn't care, but frequently made it clear how happy they'd be once he got his "freak little ass out of their house where he can go bother someone else." That's one thing Richie didn't keep from his friends... he didn't know where he'd be if he couldn't share that.

"Rich? You awake?"

"Yeah, Eds."

"S-s-shut up!" Bill called, "If you two don't m-mind, some of us want some sleep!"

"Yeah, keep it down Felix and Oscar," Mike joked. A few more seconds ticked by.

"I sure hope these sheets are cleaned really fucking well daily," Eddie whispered as quietly as he could to Richie, "I'm wearing my favourite red shorties."

Richie squeezed his eyes shut.

Fuck.

The next night of the festival was the perfect night. Starry sky, stage lit up by the moon, it was gorgeous. A couple of songs in, and Richie was getting the jitters all over again. Being this close to Eddie for such a long time was exhilarating, but for some reason, nerve wracking. He had known his friend their entire lives... what was his deal? 

He didn't know how much longer he could keep this up.

The Washboard Union took the stage, and began to play a few of their songs, before they started up a song called "Shot

Of Glory." Beverly's eyes lit up, and she dragged everyone to the floor except for Richie, who headed over to the bar. Shots? Good plan.

Praise be, Richie wasn't carded, as his hair fell into his eyes and he had aged fast with his high cheekbones and growth spurt after hitting 15, so he ordered a "beer" at first.

"What kind of beer?"

"A boilermaker."

"That's... not a beer."

"It's a drink, though. Pip pip, and tally ho good fellow!" he clapped. The guy just gave him the evil eye, but went to get the drink ready.

Boy shit, a boilermaker was not what Richie was expecting, and halfway through the song, he was well on his way to getting tanked. Looking over at his small little Eddie attempting to dance as gracefully as Beverly, Richie's heart ached, and he admired his best friend. He looked so good tonight, in those high socks, shorts, and pink shirt riding up the barely noticeable V of his hips and light snail trail... Eddie looked up, going red at the fact that Richie was watching him fail at dancing, and Richie's heart stopped as Eddie's brown eyes met his. The alcohol wasn't the only thing making him weak.

It's a Friday night, like any other, you walk in I stare and I stutter, every single time you look at me.

Richie wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and finished off the last of the boilermaker. Eddie looked so good... he needed to lie down... but also, he needed to dance. What was that word, dance? Hmm... thinking is a strange thing. Fuzzy, fuzzy, music sounds good, huh... why hadn't Eddie or any of those other losers introduced him to country music sooner? Eddie, Eddie, Eddie Spaghetti. He was beautiful, and silence was not something Richie was good at.

"Good sir! Beer me a whiskey," Richie slurred, trying not to sound like the inexperienced, lightweight of a 17 year old that he was. The bartender eyed him warily, but grabbed a bottle as Richie's fingers drummed nervously on the bar, leg jostling restlessly.

I need a fix of True Companion, Jimmy Beam, or Old Jack Daniels, something strong to stop these shaking knees.

"Eddie!" Richie called, walking out onto the dance floor.

Drinking up my courage, whiskey for my nerves

Eddie lifted his chin, and Richie's head spun.

Got me drunk on your short summer dress, powder room ballerina, I'm gonna need another shot of glory, ain't no turning back...

"Hi Richie. Enjoying your, um... whiskey, I think?"

"No," Richie made a face, spitting it out, and Eddie stifled a giggle, trying to hold him up.

"You're an idiot when you're drunk, you know that?"

"I think Stan would agree with you," Richie replied.

"I think everyone would agree with me," Eddie retorted, smiling, and Richie physically gasped.

You got me high on your tipsy smile and your hips all swingin'

"Dance with me, Eds," Richie blurted, and Eddie's eyes widened as Richie began to dip him. He soon fell into the groove of the song, and the world spun around them. 

We start spinnin', spinnin', spinnin'

Stumbling away in a moment of sobriety, the taller teenager blushed hard and pushed up his glasses, looking around.

"Where's... uh, Bill?"

"I think he's still with that blonde cowgirl chick he was with earlier," Eddie mused, and turned to peer behind him. He noticed a blue pickup truck, and Bill and the girl making out inside of it. "Oh yup. Definitely is."

They stood there for a second, looking slightly out of place on the dance floor.

"How many of these "whiskeys" did you have?" Eddie asked.

"Oh... enough."

"Maybe you should get to bed-"

"Eddie Kaspbrack?" Richie stood up straight as best he could, and felt everything good swirl around him- the laughter, the lively music, the dancing, the smiles of his closest friends as they had the time of their lives. He felt the confidence surge through him. "You... y'know something?"

"What?"

"Eddie Kaspbrack, I've loved you since the day we met."

Eddie stopped, lips parting. Richie felt some part of his brain flashing off, telling him to retreat, back to the motel maybe, the grand canyon possibly on the other side of America to fling himself into, anywhere, just to run, but the other part kept him rooted there.

"Richie..." Eddie said softly, looking down. Richie braced himself for the rejection by closing his eyes, but he almost flipped his shit when he felt two smaller hands on the sides of his face, cupping it as soft lips met his. Sudden gasps resounded from their friends, and Richie opened his eyes to see a (blurry) Eddie grinning up at him.

"You're a dumbass and I love you too," he said, and Richie let out a cry of victory, pumping his fist up. This resulted in a huge group hug, with Richie probably kissing Eddie in the middle of it again, and the band played the last note of the song. Richie broke free, grabbed his glass of whiskey again and took a sip, then got on stage, taking the mic from them.

"I'd like to thank the Washboard Union and the State of Wyoming!" Richie called, raising his glass, and toppled off the stage with a crash.

"Fucking hell," Eddie muttered.

"Hey... is anyone gonna pay this kid's tab?" the bartender called out in irritation. Beverly looked over, and bit her lip, kissing Ben and whispering something to him. Then she approached the bar with a charming smile, and leaned against it.

"Hey there. Has anyone ever told you you look just like Clark Kent?"

[bxcketbarnes]

Undercover

Pairing: Mitch Rapp x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 5363

Author’s Note: So, this was supposed to be done a long time ago, but I couldn’t like, I didn’t feel like writing smut cause it always discourages me, but I finally finished it! Mitch was the result of the survey and someone had provided this idea, although it’s slightly different, so thank you! I hope you guys enjoy it! Thank you to my lovely best friend @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for me!

I’ve been working under Stan for a couple years now, even before he brought in new recruits. I’m the only women that he had taken under his wing and I couldn’t be anymore grateful. He took me away from my fucked up home life and made me feel loved again. I saw Stan as a father figure now since my actual father died in combat and my step father is a fucking piece of shit who beats his wife and daughter. While he was training the new recruits, he sent me out on many missions, not wanting me to meet them yet since he didn’t know how they’d feel about a women being in this profession.

I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling as I stroked the top of my unloaded gun, thinking about how my mom’s doing or if she’s even alive. I sighed, sitting up, grabbing the cleaning supplies, trying to keep my mind off of everything. I take apart my pistol, cleaning every piece of it when there's a knock on my door.

“Come in,” I muttered, glancing towards the door as Stan walks in, closing it behind him as I begin putting the pieces back together. I place the now put together gun on my nightstand, giving him my full attention.

“Keeping your mind off things?” He asked and I raised my eyebrows, shocked that he knew what I was doing. “I used to do the same thing,” Stan mentioned, answering my mental question as he picked up my gun. “Whenever my mind needed a break, I'd always clean my gun,” He chuckled, placing it back on the stand, sitting down on the bed next to me.

“Yeah. Well, my mind wouldn't shut the fuck up,” I muttered, playing with the ends of my shirt, glancing up towards him. “Did you need something, sir?” I asked.

“Yeah. You're going to be going undercover to this grand ball event. The target you’re after is going to be there tomorrow night and I need you to take him out. You’re one of my best recruits here. You think you can do it?” Stan asked and I nodded my head, getting off my bed, grabbing the suitcase that’s under my bed and beginning to pack. Stan placed a file on my bed, telling me to study up before taking off tomorrow morning. After I had packed a few clothes, I sat down on the bed, picking up the file.

“Geoffroy Silvestre, huh?” I mumbled, opening it, reading everything on this man, assuming I’ll have to interact with him at some point during the ball. Two kids, an ex-wife. So, if I have to make a move on him to get him alone, so be it. I glanced through the papers, seeing some surveillance photos of the man meeting with an Arabian man, men in the background carrying crates, presuming to be weaponry. I looked through a few more of them when a familiar guy in one of the picture’s catches my attention, sitting up straight. No way… I looked a bit closer, seeing my step father standing in the background with a guy, testing out a gun and my blood boiled. How could he put my mother in danger like that? Did Stan know about this?

I set the file in my suitcase, sneaking out of my room, heading towards Stan’s office. I opened the door, barging in without knocking. Luckily, no one was in his office. I slammed the door behind me, standing in front of his desk, arms crossed, glaring at him as he closed his laptop, giving me his full attention.

“Something wrong, Y/N?” Stan asked, leaning back in his chair and I scoffed, pacing from side to side.

“Is something wrong? Of course there’s something wrong, Stan,” I glared, placing my hands on my hips. “How come you didn’t fucking tell me that my step father was involved with the target?” I asked him, leaning my hands on his desk. His face stayed blank, always able to hide his emotions well.

“This is the reason why. Your reaction. Plus, I thought you hated him?” Stan asked and I let out a breath, sitting in the chair.

“Of course I fucking hate him. He’d beat me and my mother, but I’m just worried for her safety. If he pissed someone off, they’ll find him and she’ll be in the crossfire. I can’t lose my mother,” I sighed, tears pooling in my eyes. Stan got out of his chair, crouching down in front of me, grabbing my hands.

“It’s alright. She’s safe, okay? I have people out there who keep an eye on her since you can’t,” He told me and I smiled softly, wrapping my arms around his neck, giving him a hug.

“Thanks Stan. Sorry I got all pissy at you,” I mumbled and he chuckled, ruffling my hair and I hit his hand, playfully glaring at him.

“It’s okay. Now, get to bed. You have a plane to catch in the morning.”

 I stepped out of the cab in Paris, staring up at the beautiful hotel in front of me while smiling slightly, not believing that I’m actually here. I’ve wanted to come here since I was a kid, hoping to kiss someone I loved at the top of the Eiffel Tower. I sighed, remembering that I’m here on business and walk into the hotel, checking in before heading up to my room on the 63rd floor. Once inside the room, I see a beautiful blue dress on my bed and I smiled, placing my suitcase on the space next to it, picking the dress up and holding it to my body in front of the mirror.

“This is absolutely gorgeous,” I muttered to myself, glancing towards the clock, seeing it was almost five p.m. “I should probably start getting ready., I mumbled, placing the dress back on the bed, heading into the ensuite, taking a quick shower. After I finished washing the essentials, I walked back into the bedroom, white towel wrapped around my body while another towel held my hair up. I open my suitcase, pulling out a blue lace bra and matching panty, sliding them on before placing a robe over my body. I blow dryed my hair, curling it in some loose curls afterwards, applying some light, natural makeup to my face. When I walked back out into the bedroom again, I noticed the clock telling me it was almost seven o’clock.

“Damn it. I’m going to be a bit late,” I sighed, slipping the robe off, sliding the dress up my body, adjusting my breasts, making sure they’re shown off in the best way possible. I slipped on my shoes quickly, my phone going off and I glance at it, seeing a text letting me know that my driver was here. I replied that I’d be down in a minute, grabbing my gun holster, attaching it to my left thigh before heading out.

 The driver pulled up to the big building where the event was held, a guy opening the door for me and I quietly thank him before waltzing inside, showing security my invitation. I glance around for exits inside just in case something goes wrong while also trying to find my target, making my way over to the open bar. I smiled at the bar tender, ordering a sex on the beach. As I waited for my drink, a handsome man that seemed to be around my age stood next to me, ordering a rum and coke. He glanced over at me, giving me a grin and I melted a bit. Holy shit. This guy is gorgeous. Introduce yourself, idiot.

“Evie,” I smiled, holding my hand out to him and he took it, smiling softly at me before bringing his lips to the back of it, blushing slightly at his actions.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful lady. The name’s Jacob,” He smiled and I grinned, the bartender handing both of us our drinks. I go to pay when Jacob stops me. “This is on me,” Jacob smiled, handing the guy a twenty before walking off with me.

“Oh, Jacob. You didn’t have to do that. I could’ve paid for my own drink,” I blushed, getting a little distracted from the mission. I glanced around the room as I took a sip of my drink, loving the taste, finding the target in the corner of the room, flirting with some broad. “Jacob, do you mind if I go say hi to someone I know? It’ll take a minute unless you don’t want me to come back,” I asked, cursing myself for getting involved with this cute chestnut-haired man who has this stubble on his face and gorgeous whiskey colored orbs that I could get lost in.

“Of course I’d want you to come back. I would like to get to know the woman that took my breath away,” Jacob mumbled and my cheeks flushed, pressing my lips together.

“A-Alright, I’ll be right back,” I muttered, taking a gulp of my drink after I turned my back to him, feeling his eyes burn a hole into my back. I let out a sigh, my heartbeat pounding against my ribcage as I strolled closer towards Geoffroy. By the time I got over to him, I finished my drink, placing my glass on one of the servant's trays when they had walked by. I stood near him, listening to his conversation with a man, the woman he was with disappeared from his side.

“Sir, do you think discussing the weapon dealing at such a high security ball is wise?” The man asked and Geoffroy scoffed, rolling his eyes at the naive man.

“Please. I own half the security in this place. It’s fine,” He muttered, glancing over at me and I gave him a small charming smile, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. “Excuse me, Dan,” He mentioned before walking over towards me. “Hello, beautiful. Need a drink?” Geoffroy asked and I nodded my head and he stopped a servant, ordering a scotch on the rocks, before looking over at me.

“Sex on the beach, please,” I smiled and the servant nodded, heading towards the bar. “What’s a dashing man like yourself doing at a ball without a lady on your arm?” I asked him, grinning and he gave me a seductive smile.

“Well, I’m supposed to be here for work, not pleasure. But, why not have both?” I fake giggled at the man, placing a hand on his arm as his wrapped around my waist, squeezing my ass lightly and it took all my might not to sucker punch him. I looked out of the corner of my eye, seeing Jacob glaring at us and I bit my lip, wondering if he’s jealous. God, I bet he’s an animal in the sheets when jealous.

“Work? What do you do?” I asked, grabbing my drink from the servant when he came back, taking a sip from it.

“I’m an arms dealer. Does that turn you on? A big muscular man like myself dealing with all different types of guns?” He smirked and I almost threw up in my mouth, giving him a fake grin.

“Oh definitely. Pardon me for a moment? I have to use the ladies room.” I dragged my hand down his chest as he let me go, making my way back towards Jacob, hoping he’s out of sight from Geoffroy. Jacob grabbed my wrist, pulling me to a secluded area and I gasped as he pushed me against the wall.

“Flirting with other men, huh?” His deep, coarse voice whispered into my ear, making me shiver slightly, gulping.

“I-I…” I started, getting cut off by him pressing his lips to the edge of my ear, dragging it down towards my earlobe, nibbling on it slightly.

“Don’t even try to lie to me. I saw you. Was this your plan? Make me jealous? Hm?” He asked, trailing his lips towards my neck, placing wet kisses against my flushed skin, my heart jumping, arousal pooling in my panties. Christ almighty.

“Y-Yes… was it working?” I asked, suppressing a moan from escaping my lips. His hand gripped my waist, pressing his body against mine, moving his lips down towards my exposed collar bone.

“Absolutely it was. You’re lucky I’m not going to take you right here, right now,” Jacob growled, biting my skin as a gasp left my parted lips.

“As much as I’d love you to have your way with me here, I have a hotel room not far from here,” I muttered, taking my lip between my bottom teeth as he brought his head back up, looking down at me with lust circling in his orbs. He brought his hand up towards my face, rubbing my cheek with the pad of his thumb, feeling the calloused skin against my soft skin before he leaned down, connecting our lips. My fingers ran through his hair, tugging on the ends of it slightly as I moved my lips against his. Jacob’s arm wrapped around my waist, holding me close to him as his tongue poked out, licking my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I parted my lips, granting him entrance as our tongues danced together, Jacob trying to fight for dominance which I’m all for him having. He pulled away from me, resting his forehead against mine, rubbing circles on my hips.

“We should take this back to your hotel room…” Jacob whispered, glancing into my eyes as I nodded my head, swallowing thickly, running my hands against his broad chest. He intertwined our fingers together, leading me out of the building and into a taxi, giving the driver the address to my hotel. Jacob leaned his head into my neck, nipping at the skin as my hand gripped his wrist, holding in the moan until we’re alone. I leaned my head back, lips parted as I felt him suck on my skin, surely leaving a dark purplish mark on my neck. My hands rested on his cheeks, moving his head up towards mine, looking into his eyes for a few seconds before pushing our lips together. One of Jacob’s hands trailed down my side, staying on my hip as his lips moved against mine, dragging his lips up, pulling away slightly, feeling his minty breath hit my face.

“Your lips are so addicting.” I whispered, eyes closed as I heard him chuckle lightly. I opened my eyes, glancing up at him as his hand moved a curl out of my face, smiling softly. He was about to say something when the driver cleared his throat, both of us pulling away from each other, cheeks flushed as Jacob payed our driver. We get out of the cab and I intertwine our fingers, leading him into the building, quickly getting into the empty elevator, pressing the 63.

“Well, this will be a long wait,” He muttered, eyebrows raised. I giggled, leaning on my tippy toes, still feeling short while wearing six inch heels, kissing down his jawline towards the nape of his neck, looking for his sweet spot. His hands made their way back to my waist, his lips grazing the side of my head as I placed wet kisses to his neck, biting the skin softly, small moans leaving his lips.

Jacob’s finger lifted my chin up, placing his lips back on mine for the third time tonight and my heart fluttered a bit, never having a guy so soft with me before, especially with my past. I pulled away from him resting my head on his chest as I let out a small breath, trying to get the bad memories out of my head.

“You okay?” He asked me and I nodded my head slightly, my eyes closed as I softly rubbed his chest.

“S-Sorry. I-I just, um, bad memories,” I muttered, running my hands through my hair, pressing my lips together lightly. He smiled down at me, rubbing his large hand on my arm, placing a chaste kiss to my lips.

“I can help you forget those bad memories, if you allow me to?” He asked and I nodded my head, feeling a little desperate.

“Please…” I breathed out, the ding of the elevator going off, signaling us that we finally got to our floor. I take his hand again, walking towards my hotel room, opening the door. Once both of us are inside, Jacob pushes me up against the back of the door, lifting me up by my thighs after he pushed my dress up, roughly moving my lips against mine. I let out a little moan, one of his hands pushing down one of the straps of my dress, exposing the blue lace bra I’m currently wearing.

“Fuck. Lace and my favorite color,” He groaned, placing some kisses on the top of my breast, carrying me towards the bedroom, throwing me onto the bed. Jacob moved my robe and suitcase off the bed before crawling on top of me, his hand trailing up my thigh, landing on my gun holster. My breath hitched, digging my nails into his bicep as his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, leaning up, taking the gun out of the holster. “Why do you have a gun?” He asked me and I leaned on my hands, lips moving like a fish out of water, trying to find a unsuspicious answer.

“U-Uh, I-I carry it… for protection,” I muttered, looking up at him and he didn’t seem convinced. “I-I wasn’t going to shoot you if that makes you feel better.” I bit my lip as he put it down on the nightstand, standing up, pacing slightly.

“Are you here for a reason?” He asked me and I gulped, shaking my head. “You just lied to me.” Jacob growled, narrowing his eyes at me.

“No! I didn’t, I swear! A friend of mine gave me the invitation because she couldn’t make it and since I live in America, I had to fly here. She knew that I always wanted to come to Paris, so she thought this would be the perfect opportunity to go out and find someone that I could fulfill my dream with,” I semi-lied, sitting on the edge of the bed, Jacob now standing two feet in front of me.

“What’s your dream?” He asked and I blushed, letting out a small sigh, not really wanting to reveal the dream I’ve had since I was a teenager.

“I-I’ve always wanted to kiss someone I truly loved on top of the Eiffel Tower. Childish, I know.” I frowned, looking down at the floor, thinking that he’s going to want to leave now.

“That’s not childish at all. I’m assuming you’re the hopeless romantic type. It’s cute,” He smiled, crouching down in between my legs, grabbing onto my hands, rubbing the back of them with his thumb slowly. I was about to tell him something when my phone rang, pulling the device out of my bra, seeing a text message from Stan.

 “Y/N, have you gathered the information on the target? Haven’t heard from you in quite a while…”

 “I thought you said your name was Evie,” Jacob muttered and my body stiffened, holding the phone close to my chest. When I didn’t say anything, not making eye contact with him, he let out a sigh. “So you were lying. Why’s Stan Hurley messaging you, huh?” He asked and I furrowed my eyebrows together in confusion, knowing that I don’t have his last name written on my phone.

“How do you know that’s his last name?” I asked him and his eyes widened, standing up, moving towards the dresser that’s in the room.

“Because, it says so on your phone,” He lied and I stood up, heading towards my nightstand where my gun is.

“It doesn’t actually. It just says Stan. For all you know, he could be my father or something,” I muttered, bitterly and my hand reached for the gun. By the time I pointed my gun at him, he had one pointing at me as well.

“Who are you?” He asked and I laughed bitterly, tilting my head to the side.

“I could ask you the same thing. Here’s what we can do. We can be civil and truthful and no one has to get hurt. Just answer me this. Are you working for the good guys or the bad guys?” I asked.

“Alright, I can do that. I work for the good guys. Specifically, I work under Stan Hurley,” He muttered and I lowered my gun, letting out a sigh of relief, placing it back on the table. “Now, what’s your real name?” He asked me and I glanced towards him.

“Y/N. What’s yours?” I responded, asking him the same question and he put on the safety on the pistol, placing it on the dresser, walking towards me.

“Mitch, Mitch Rapp,” He answered lowly, turning me on slightly with his deep voice, his eyes glancing down at my exposed breasts. “We were after the same target, but luckily you got something out of him. I seemed to got distracted somehow,” Mitch muttered, his arm sliding around my waist, pulling me close to him as his fingers played with the zipper of the dress.

“Oh yeah? A lady get your attention?” I whispered, our faces inches from each other as he nodded his head.

“Most definitely. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and there was no way that I was leaving without getting a little closer to her.” Mitch bit his lip, brushing his lips against mine, nibbling on my bottom lip slightly. My breath hitched in my throat, gripping his biceps as he began to unzip my dress, making the blue fabric fall to my ankles, exposing my body to him. I stepped out of the dress, moving Mitch towards the bed as he sat down on it, looking up at me.

“Well, I was a bit distracted as well. You see, there was this guy there and he looked so incredibly good,” I whispered, straddling his hips, resting my hands on his shoulders. “I’m not usually the type of girl to go home with a guy I just met, but I totally wanted to go home with him.” I bit my lip, pushing his shoulders down, his back hitting the soft mattress below us.

“Shut up,” Mitch muttered lowly, pulling me down by the back of my head, pressing his lips to mine, shutting me up. I moaned into the kiss, my hands on his chest as I gyrated my hips on his a bit. He groaned, thrusting his hips up a bit, feeling his semi-hard on against my ass. Mitch’s hands trailed down my sides and onto my ass cheeks, squeezing them lightly before he smacks one of his hands against the panty-covered skin. I let out a gasp in our heated kiss, my fingers gripping his hair as I brushed our lips together.

“O-Oh, god.” I moaned, my forehead pressed against his as he smirks.

“Do you like that, baby? Huh? Do you like when I smack that fine ass of yours?” He asked me, his hand smacking my ass cheek once more before he moves my panties to the side, pressing his fingers against my wet folds.

“Y-Yes,” I muttered, bucking my hips against his fingers, needing more from him.

“Yes what?” Mitch growled and I whined as his fingers left my skin. His fingers running through my hair, tugging on it lightly, my head tilted back.

“Yes, sir,” I moaned, his lips pressed against my neck, sucking on it lightly. One of his arms wrapped around my waist, standing up as he kept his hold on me, laying me on my back. Mitch crawled on top of me, ripping my bra off, gasping as the cute fabric was ripped into a few pieces. I was about to yell at him when he pressed his lips against mine for a few seconds.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” He muttered, trailing his lips down my chest, wrapping them around my hardened nipple. My hands reached above my head, gripping onto the sheets as he bit my nub before moving his attention to the other nipple.

“Fuck, Mitch. S-Sir, please,” I begged, my eyes fluttering shut as his lips left my nub, moving down my stomach towards my core. His hands gripped my panties, pulling them down my legs, throwing it to the floor before spreading my legs open, kissing up my legs. I leaned on my elbows, looking down at him as his head was placed in between my thighs, licking up my slit. A  loud moan left my lips, arching my back as his tongue came into contact with my clit. I glanced down again, seeing his eyes on me as I writhed underneath him, his tongue delving through my folds, lapping at my juices. “Jesus Christ,” I muttered, feeling my lower stomach clench as Mitch slipped a few fingers into my entrance, pumping them slowly.

Mitch removed his tongue from my clit, leaning up towards me as his fingers continued pumping into me at a faster pace, small pants leaving my lips. He leaned his forehead against my cheek as I gasped, moaning his name softly as he continued. “You like that baby? You like when I’m touching you like this?” Mitch asked and I nodded my head, one of my hands gripping his bicep.

“God, yes, sir. I need more. Please give me more,” I moaned, looking him in the eyes as he grinned sinisterly. My nails digged into his skin, my legs beginning to shake as the tips of his fingers kept brushing against my sweet spot. I let out a loud gasp, my juices flowing as I came on his long slender fingers, his teeth grazing my earlobe.

I breathed heavily as he slowed his fingers, prolonging my orgasm. Once I came down from my high, I sit up, unbuttoning Mitch’s dress pants as I pull them and his boxers down. His cock slaps against his stomach, my lips parted at how big he is. I kneel next to him, taking his length into my hand as I stroke him slowly, licking my lips a bit. His head hung back, groans leaving his pink lips as I begin to jack him off faster. I dip my head down, licking up the underside of his cock, feeling the veins pulse slightly. My tongue circles around his tip before taking him into my mouth, bobbing my head on him slowly.

“Fuck baby girl,” Mitch moaned, his hand resting on the back of my head, pushing it down lightly. One of my hands rested on his thigh as the other softly massaged his balls, hearing him moan my name. His fingers gripped my hair, moving my head on his length, his tip close to hitting the back of my throat. I groaned on his length as he began to fuck my mouth, hisses leaving his lips as both his hands hold onto my head. I breathed through my nose, taking him deeper into my throat as my nose is pressed against the dark hair. I gag slightly, deepthroating him as his hand slapped against my ass cheek once more. Mitch pulled me off his cock, pressing his lips roughly to mine. “I need to be inside that tight pussy, right now,” He growled lowly and I bit my lip.

He got up off the bed, getting behind me as he pushed my back down, bending me over. My chest was pressed against the mattress, my ass in the air as he rubbed his length against my skin. Mitch stroked his tip in my folds a few times before pressing in slowly, sinking fully into me as I moaned, my walls squeezing his cock. He began thrusting into me, my hands gripping the sheets, lips parted as no sounds came out. Fuck, he’s so big. Mitch’s thrust started to become faster, his hips slamming into my ass, a clapping noise echoing throughout the hotel room along with our heavy breaths and moans.

“Oh fuck, Mitch,” I moaned, leaning my head back as he bent down, pressing his lips to my bare shoulder blade. “God, you feel so good. Don’t stop,” I breathed, moving my ass back against him, his cock reaching new depths.

“Trust me, baby. I’m not going to stop. Not until we both cum,” He groaned, biting my skin as his hand came around from the front, rubbing my clit roughly. I gasped loudly, writhing underneath him as he hit my sweet spot over and over. Mitch brought my hands behind my back, pinning them to the small of my back with his free hand, his thrusts becoming more rough.

I let out a small scream, desperately wanting something to grab onto as his thrusts dug me into the mattress. “I-I’m going to cum, sir,” I moaned, biting the sheets as my eyes fluttered shut, the pleasure surging throughout my body as his hand that was rubbing my clit move to my ass, slapping it.

“You can’t cum ‘til I tell you to,” He growled, slapping my other ass cheek, alternating as I moaned, loving the demanding side of him. “Got it?” Mitch asked and I nodded my head on the mattress, gripping my own hand.

“Y-Yes, sir,” I groaned, my walls clenching on his length, trying really hard not to cum, my stomach churning. Mitch groaned from behind me, his thrusts becoming a little sloppy as he released my hands, both his hands moving to my ass, spreading my cheeks.

“Cum with me, baby,” Mitch moaned, smacking my ass once more, pleasure surging through my body as he hit my sweet spot once more, my walls clenching tight against his cock. My body begins to shake a bit as I began cumming on his length. His hands gripped my skin, slamming into me once more, his cock deep inside me as he released his warm load deep into me. I grip the sheets once more, moaning out as I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling his hand rub my outer thigh.

“Fucking hell,” I panted, Mitch pulling out of me slowly, feeling our juices drip from my pussy onto my leg. I collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily as Mitch laid down next to me. “You are absolutely incredible. Holy shit. I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked that good.” I bit my lip, blushing slightly as he grinned at me.

“Well, I’m glad. Um, I don’t want you to think that this is all I want. I-I actually knew of you before I came here. Stan sent me here to keep an eye on you, just incase something happened. I saw you one night at the Barn and I always wanted to talk to you, but Stan hid you from everyone,” Mitch confessed and I sat up, my eyebrows raised slightly.

“Y-You knew of me?” I asked and he nodded his head, sitting up as well. “Then how come you didn’t bother trying to see me?” Mitch’s lips parted as I asked the question, looking like a fish out of water.

“I don’t really have a good answer for that, but I practically begged to be let on this mission,” He mentioned and my cheeks flushed, honored that someone went through so much trouble to get to me. I smiled, realizing that he actually knew who I was.

“So, you pretended not to know who I was then?” I asked and he nodded his head again, scooting a little bit closer to me.

“Yeah, and now that you’re in my grasp, I want to know more,” Mitch whispered, his lips brushing mine ever so softly and my heart skips a beat. My eyes flutter shut as he pressed his lips to mine, kissing me softer than he was earlier.

“I’d be glad to let you know and have more of me,” I whispered, glancing up at him and he grinned, pulling me back into a kiss.