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Hawkins Laboratory isn’t exactly accepting of love, or even joy for that matter. In fact it’s the closest thing to hell on earth that could possibly exist.

Relationships between employees are explicitly forbidden.

Page 47, section 3 paragraph 2 of the employee handbook.

Not that you thought going into that job that you would ever even want to associate with any of your coworkers that way. But it got even worse when you learned just how cold and rude everyone on the staff is at every level of position.

Everyone, that is, except for one.

You found yourself absolutely enchanted by the fellow orderly and all thoughts of not romantically involving yourself with a coworker went completely out the window.

All of your other coworkers hate him, for reasons you can never quite figure out. Maybe because he somehow manages to be the only person in the entire laboratory that still has a heart. Or maybe because he’s softer, more sensitive.

But that’s exactly what brought you both together.

Even under the strict instruction that tried to prevent you from doing so.

You sneak your glances, your touches, your kisses, even your lovemaking. Though sneaking your lovemaking isn’t exactly easy with how vocal Peter is. Not that you’re complaining. In fact you desperately wish he could be louder, that you both could.

With a clipboard tucked under your arm you make your way towards the Rainbow Room. It's empty this late at night, save for Peter diligently cleaning one of the skill stations. You calmly approach him and clear your throat. Peter looks up at you, his gaze warming slightly.

“Something for me?” He asks.

“Just the information you asked me for earlier.” You hold the clipboard out to him.

“Thank you.” He answers simply, letting his fingers graze along yours under the clipboard as he takes it. As you turn on your heel you hear the paper being turned in the otherwise silent room and you know he’s discovered your note for him.

SC11:14

It isn’t by any means a secret code, but it looked a little less suspicious than fully writing out that he should meet you in the storage closet at 11:14.

The funny thing about Peter is he is very prompt. When you walk into the storage closet three minutes before 11:14, he’s already there. And as soon as the door is closed his mouth is on yours immediately.

You eagerly kiss him back, both of your kisses sloppy as you carefully back him up to the back wall of the closet.

“Such an eager little thing, aren’t you?” You smirk into his mouth. Peter softly whimpers and deepens the next kiss. His hips jut forward, seeking contact and friction from you. He’s already incredibly hard in his oppressively tight pants as he grinds his clothed bulge against your own.

“(Y/N) please…” He whines, his hands traveling down to your belt.

“You can undo it, baby.” You grant him permission. His fingers fumble slightly to undo the buckle but he’s able to get it open and slips the leather out of each loop of fabric with a smooth tug before letting it clatter to the floor. He makes quick work of your pants and boxers as well, letting them fall to your ankles. Peter breaks the kiss,

“Can I… please… let me use my mouth.” He says breathlessly. But you have to deny him,

“You were humping my cock so desperately just a minute ago baby. I think you should keep doing that.”

“(Y/N)…” He softly whines.

“I’ll take your pants off, baby, I won’t be mean.” You smirk and give him another kiss.

After undoing his belt, with a slight tug you lower Peter’s pants and boxers just enough to free his aching, flushed cock.

“Go on then, since you’re so eager. Keep going for me.”

Peter doesn’t hesitate for a second, immediately continuing to grind his hard cock against yours. Except, now both freed from the confines of your tight uniforms, this felt a million times more intense. You have to hold onto the shelf next to Peter’s head for support.

Despite how desperate his movements are, they also seem to be right on the mark. Without the use of hands Peter manages to grind the perfect, tender underside of his cock against yours with immaculate precision.

“S-shit…” You moan quietly. Quietly. Always quietly. You and Peter could never be louder than the ever-present groan of the lab. And, as grateful as you are for any shared moment with him, you desperately wish you could drink in the sweet sounds of his pleasure without worry. His moans, his whimpers, his dirty words. It’s all you want to hear.

Peter’s cock is leaking precum all over the underside of your shaft as he continues to rut against you. You look at his flushed face for a moment, his eyes closed and lips parted. He looks so fucking beautiful that it makes your heart clench.

You could both cum just like this.

But you want more, and you know Peter does too.

You reach down between your bodies and wrap your hand around both cocks. Peter’s eyes fly open as he gasps. Your lips are on his again as you start to move your hand up and down both of your lengths.

Peter can hardly kiss you back, too overwhelmed by the feeling of your cock pressed flush against his and the feeling of your hand wrapped around you both. He starts to move his hips, trying to thrust into your fist. You let him and start matching his thrusts with your own.

“(Y/N)…” Peter whines against your mouth.

“That’s it baby, keep fucking my hand.”

He increases his pace, moving with desperation. You can tell he’s close, the blush on his cheeks now creeping down his neck.

“Fuck fuck fuck I’m gonna cum…” Peter whimpers. You immediately let go of your cock and drop down to your knees. Despite your uniforms being white, you couldn’t risk getting cum on them. So instead you take the head of his cock into your mouth.

It makes Peter cum instantly. He moans just a little louder than he should, his eyes shutting as his fingers claw at the wall behind him.

His cock twitches in your mouth with each round of cum that coats your tongue.

You wait for him to finish entirely before swallowing it all.

Peter slowly opens his eyes and his gaze falls down to you, a small satisfied smile crossing his lips. You stand up and cup his face in your hand.

“Do you want to use this pretty mouth of yours now, my love?” You ask, your thumb brushing against his plush bottom lip. Peter softly kisses your thumb,

“Please… wanna make you feel good, baby.”

You keep your thumb in place, allowing him to continue with his precious kisses.

“Go on then, sweetheart.”

Peter sinks to his knees and looks up at you with begging eyes as he takes you into his mouth. A moan slips past your lips as he focuses on the head of your cock. He swirls his tongue around it, a skill he’s gotten progressively better at.

“Fuck… look at you… you’re so pretty on your knees for me. You want my cum so badly, don’t you baby? Are you going to swallow it all?”

Peter nods eagerly and starts slowly bobbing his head, taking half of you each time. You have to throw your hand over your mouth to stop from crying out as he does, his soft, wet tongue quickly coaxing your orgasm from you. Through pleasure-filled eyes you watch him swallow down every rope of cum you give him, his eyes not leaving yours. You groan into your palm to muffle it.

He licks at the head of your cock with the tip of his tongue one more time and pulls off. His body leans forward a little so he can rest his forehead on your stomach, not caring that your cock is in the way. With your chest still rapidly rising and falling you look at Peter fondly.

“C’mere…” You mutter, grabbing one of his hands to help him up from his knees. Peter stands up and you pull him into you, your arms wrapping around him. His arms around you in response.

“You smell so good.” Peter sighs, nuzzling his nose against your cheek. You gently laugh,

“We use the same sterile soap, baby.”

Peter smiles and shakes his head,

“It smells different on you, love. Warm… comforting. I can always tell when you’ve come into a room.”

Your heart skips a beat at Peter’s words.

“You think I’m comforting?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper. He hums,

“Very. Like a really nice blanket. Not the shitty ones they have here. Those really soft ones that you don’t want to leave in the morning.”

You tighten your hold on him as you feel your face grow warm at his words. Peter’s love is the softest thing you’ve ever experienced in your life.

“Thank you, my love. You know… I would absolutely love to be your blanket.”

“I wish you could be.”

The hardest part of all of this is everything you can’t do. Stealing moments with each other wins easy. Desperately yearning to sleep in the same bed together, intertwined with no idea of where he ends and you begin, is hard. You want to walk the halls with his hand in yours, you want to be able to sit directly next to each other at the same table in the dining room, you want to get the hell out of this awful lab and actually be able to go on dates and have unlimited time together.

It all feels like a far off dream.

You picture him in a large bed, the morning sun on his face as he’s cocooned into the softest possible blankets while curled up in your arms. The room is quiet, with no constant sound of machines or hum of awful fluorescent lights.

Your thought disappears as you realize Peter is looking at you with a smile. You feel further heat rise to your face.

“Imagining something?” He asks quietly.

“Us.”

Peter softly kisses you,

“What about us?”

“Everything.”

Peter’s warm laugh sinks into your bones,

“Tell me one.”

“You called me your blanket. So I was imagining cuddling you… in a comfortable bed… with no worries on how much time we have together because there’s no limit.”

“I’d never get out of that bed.”

“We wouldn’t have to, my love. We could just stay there… at least until our stomachs are growling too loud to ignore.” You grin.

“Then I’d make us breakfast. Waffles… with fruit and way too much maple syrup.” He grins too.

That's another thing that is nowhere to be seen in the lab. Sweets. The mere mention of it makes your stomach growl.

You and Peter both start laughing as you cling to each other for support.

“I’m sorry… Here I am describing real food when today’s lunch is… what is it?”

You think for a moment, but can’t remember.

“Whatever it is… it was not made for human consumption.”

Peter sighs,

“If they had actual ingredients in this place… I’d risk getting in trouble to make waffles for you. I’d have to find a way to sneak them to you… but it would be worth it.”

You press a kiss to his temple,

“I’d never let you get in trouble for me. We’ll get out of here first, then you can make me waffles.”

Peter is quiet for a moment.

“With lots of syrup?”

You giggle,