Laters Gators*

This museum had so many shiney floors. It had so many glass displays with the sticky finger marks of children who weren’t actually supposed to be touching them in the first place.

It had like 6 different toilet blocks, and windows, and the locker room, and a bunch of offices and all this wouldn’t be that bad if you weren’t the person who had to clean it all.

Well you weren’t the only person cleaning it admittedly but you felt like it sometimes. The place was so huge and being here after the sun has gone down with only a few staff left lingering about was rather a lonely way to spend your time. Not to mention you also had to sometimes try your best not to think about a mummified body just a few feet away from you in a dimly lit room.

In a way though the loneliness was a perk of the job, you kept your headphones in and since starting here you have never gotten through so many audiobooks in your life. Your library was starting to run out of titles you wanted to read. Not being around people all the time was nice, your social skills were subpar at best anyway. Plus you got to say you worked at the museum! Then you got to see people’s faces drop when you told them you cleaned there.

There was however one other perk..

He’s not here every night. Though you wished he was. He was only here every couple of weeks or so when he got the short straw and had to work inventory at the gift shop. The rest of the time he just worked the normal gift shop hours. You knew his name was Steven from his name badge and you didn’t actually know that much more about him. But my god were you absolutely smitten with him.

Everyone else just didn’t acknowledge your existence here and whilst you’ve never actually had a conversation with him. He always waves goodbye to you when he leaves and he always has the most adorable goofy smile on his face when he does it. You just have to try your best to ignore the somersaults your stomach does at that smile.

You smile and wave back each time and you so desperately want to talk to him. But you are 100% not the kind of person who goes up and actually talks to someone you found attractive. That’s the single most terrifying thing in the world. Plus you doubted your dust covered polo shirt and apron was the best outfit to try and get someone’s number in.

So every night he was here he would wave, you would wave. He would leave and you’re sat there planning your move to the countryside with him to raise your five dogs.

He was here tonight. You’d heard him pottering about and scanning items in the gift shop while you were mopping up just outside.

You were glad for the pinch of excitement as you had stupidly forgot to charge your headphones before work and had lead a very quiet and solitary shift without your usual narrator in your ear.

You were deep in a daydream trying to decide on the name of your five dogs when you heard someone.

“No headphones tonight?”

You jumped and whipped around to the source of the sound, clutching at your heart as if it was going to jump out of your chest.

“Oh I .. I’m so sorry .. I didn’t mean to scare you!”

It was Steven. Standing in front of you, clutching his shoulder bag with his two hands and looking genuinely distraught about causing you the smallest amount of discomfort.

“No, I'm sorry!” You cringed at how squeaky your voice came out. Months of imagining your first words to this man and that is the best you can come up with?

A look of confusion flashed across his face. It was cute.

“I mean to say it’s okay!” You half laugh. “It’s just working alone in these dark rooms all night you get used to people not talking to you.”

“Is that the reason for all the music?”

He must have read the scrunched up look your face gave because he followed up with. “Um. . You’re always wearing headphones?”

“Oh! Yeah I listen to audiobooks mainly.” At least that’s what your mouth says. Inside your head is going, he noticed something about me?

“Oh that’s a good choice of er.. erm.. entertainment!” He started to look down at the floor. “Yeah good entertainment.”

Holy Mary mother of god this man may be just as awkward as you.

An uncomfortable silence filled the air. You were screaming at your brain to think of something to say and your brain was screaming at your mouth to move and say something. But ultimately, of course you said nothing.

That was until sheer panic took over your senses.

Steven had started to walk forward and was raising his hand for his usual goodbye wave. But he was walking right to the area where you had just been mopping.

“Wait! Be caref-“ Your words were cut off by a quick panicked yelp from Steven as his feet slipped from under him and he hit the deck with a jarring thud.

You stood there for a second In shocked silence. You were still half holding your hands out in front of you to try and warn him.

The pained groan that came out of him as he reached up to touch the back of his head snapped you out of it.

“Holy shit!” You ran over and kneeled next to him. “I am so sorry! I should have warned you sooner. Are you okay? Did you hurt your head.”

You were saying all of this while not daring to lay a finger on him to help him up. That just seemed.. too far maybe?

He looked up at you squinted through the pain.

“Are you seriously apologising to me right now when I’m the one who didn’t think that the floor would be wet. When you were in front of me. Holding a mop?”

The genuine expression on his face put you over the edge and you let out a snort laugh and immediately covered your hands over your mouth.

A smile grew on his face at your laugh. Great, ugly laughing is not a good thing to do to someone who had just fallen over.

He tried to sit up. You saw him wince and clutch the back of his head again.

“Oh shit you did hurt your head!” This time your hand involuntarily went to touch his head. You retracted it almost instantly. But not before you got a very brief feel of his soft dark curls. The same curls that you pictured running your hands through while he- stop it. Stop it. You can’t think about that right now. Stop it.

“Oh I’m sure I’m fine.” He stood up and you stood with him. Which was a good thing because he started to sway and had to grab your arm for balance.

“Alright. You are not okay.” You said much more firmly than the state of your confidence would seem to allow right now. “Come on, let’s just get you to the medical room for a second at least okay?”

He didn’t protest as he put his arm around your shoulders to steady himself while you both walked. You were trying your best to remember you were helping someone you may have had a part in injuring. But 1. He smelt so good, like warm vanilla with a hint of spice. 2. He was a lot leaner than you would expect from a guy working in a gift shop. You could feel the muscles flexing in his arm through your clothes. 3. He had his freaking arm around you.

You sat him down on the examination table. This room was relatively well stocked. A lot of kids and tourists coming in and out of the building makes for a lot of medical incidents. They had a mini freezer with ice packs and you brought one over to him.

“Oh I don’t actually think I’m that bad yanno?” He started to slide off the table. “I think I just knocked myself a bit silly is all.”

You don’t know how you had the confidence to do what you did next. Maybe your anxiety about him being hurt trumped your anxiety about being this close to him. But you walked right up in front of him and placed the pack on his head yourself. Then only realised exactly how close that put your faces together.

You were looking at each other straight in the eye and you were wondering if it was possible to physically push down a blush. He had a look of genuine surprise on his face. Not a, this is awkward look or why is this grubby girl standing so close to me look though. Just surprised.

“Hello!” He actually said it in a high pitched sing song voice that you couldn’t help but start smiling at.

“I’m sorry.” You sighed. “I just could let you leave if you had a concussion.”

“Well.. thank you.”

You smiled at him again. My god he was a beautiful man and now that you had actually spoken to him you had a voice to add to your daydreams. Heck this felt like a daydream.

“What books?”

You snapped out of your thoughts. “Sorry?”

“Oh well you said you listen to the books here?” This position made you a little taller than him so he was looking up at you when he said. “What do you read?”

“Oh honestly a lot of things. Working here isn’t the best paying thing-“ He laughed at that. Obviously the gift shop wasn’t the biggest payer either. “So I just go for whatever my Library has most of the time. I try and read a bit for my PhD while I’m here if I can though.”

“PHD?” He looked so genuinely interested and you honestly couldn’t remember the last time someone had hung on your words like this. Was there a last time?

“Yeah. . um in Archeology.”

“Really?! Is that why you got a job here.”

You laughed. “Yeah though I don’t know how many potential employers will take cleaner at the museum as work experience.”

“Yeah I got the gift shop job because I wanted to be a tour guide eventually but… I don’t know.. it probably won’t happen.”

The slight sadness in his voice almost killed you.

“I think you’d be a great tour guide.”

He smiled at that. “Well you haven’t actually heard me try and give a tour yet. Who knows? I could be terrible.”

You snort laughed again. And again he beamed at making you laugh.

“I know I’d be terrible here at least. Ancient Egypt isn’t really my specialty”

His face dropped. “What do you mean? You just said you were doing a PHD in Archeology.”

“Well I am just. . Not Egyptian Archeology. I mainly focus on. Erm. Stuff you can dig up in the UK basically.”

“That is significantly less interesting than Ancient Egypt.” He said in the most deadpan voice you had heard from him so far.

“I mean that’s debatable but okay.” He looked like he just watched you kick a puppy. “Look I love ancient Egypt as much as the next history nerd but the Archeology field in it is peppered with.. well exploitation, and the stealing and destroying of another countries history. Yanno.”

“Well I can’t actually argue about that.” He mumbled.

You let out a little laugh again and he smiled at you again. Now you knew there was no pushing down this blush.

“I do actually feel okay now though thank you.” He started to get up.

But then you both stopped abruptly as all the lights in the room and the outside hallway shut off. You only had the light from the streetlights outside, filtering through the window.

“Oh shit! What’s the time?”

“I-I don’t know what just happened? Power cut?”

“No no no! They’re locking up for the night.”

You panicked and ran over to the door. Except the handle wasn’t moving. You shook it and yanked it several times as if it would help. Realisation dawning on you, you turned back to Steven.

His expression mimicked yours. Eyes wide, mouth open shock.

“Did you hear someone come by and lock it?” You ask.

“N-no I just was here like you.”

Phone. You needed your phone, you reach around your pockets on your jeans in your apron. You even padded at your boobs in case you put it in your bra even though you never do that.

Steven was looking at you concerned. “Are you okay? You don’t have like, claustrophobia or something?”

“No I-.” You remembered then. “I just left my bloody phone with my cleaning supplies.” The last part you said with your hands on your face.

“Oh!” He said and he started rummaging around himself. “I have a phone!”

He pulled it out of his pocket and his face dropped.

“Um- I have a dead phone?”

You rushed over to the window to try that as well, your stomach sank, also locked. “Oh my god. We are actually stuck here until morning aren’t we?”

“I think we might be, yes.”

You walked over and sat down on the examination table feeling suddenly exhausted.

Steven was still standing there holding his bag with both hands again.

You stayed that way for just a little while, both of you coming to terms with the situation.

It was Steven who finally broke the silence. “Do you want a sweet?”

You saw he was now rummaging in his bag and pulled out a half empty bag of jelly sweets.

“They’re vegan. Um, if that matters to you?”

You thanked him and took one. “Are you vegan then?”

“Yeah. Don’t worry though I’m not going to force my secret vegan agenda on you!”

He made you laugh again. And somehow so easily. You fell into a non stop conversation.

You talked about your favourite books, TV shows and music. You gossiped about your colleagues and he told you all about his horrible boss, though you would have called her a bosszilla. You learnt he had a pet fish with one fin. He asked you all sorts of questions and genuinely listened to your answers. You told him about your PHD and undergrad degree. How you got the job at the museum.

Though that led to him talking about Ancient Egypt. He talked and talked and talked. You knew quite a lot of it already from your own studies. But you could see it in his face, eyes and voice his passion and excitement. It was intoxicating to hear him talk about something he clearly loved dearly. He asked if he was boring you several times but you felt like you could listen to him forever.

At some point the conversation moved over to his fall again.

“Do you always have such bad luck?” You asked.

“Well I guess I’m a bit of a clumsy person really. But-“

“What?”

“Well I wouldn’t really call it bad luck?”

“We are literally stuck in a muggy medical room all night Steven.”

He suddenly looked at you horrified. “What’s wrong?”

“I just realised I don’t know your name. You know mine? How do you know mine?”

You pointed to his name tag.

“Oh. Forgot about that.”

You laughed and told him your name.

“Thanks, should have probably asked that earlier.”

You took a step over to him. He was sitting on the table now you had gotten up to try and stretch your legs.

“Why isn’t it bad luck?”

“Hmm?”

“You said it wasn’t bad luck? Why?.”

He swallowed. “Well at least I’m stuck in here with you.”

The butterflies in your stomach fluttered. “I don’t think I’m that fun to be stuck in a room with but thanks.”

“Well who wouldn’t want to be stuck in a room with a pretty history nerd?”

Your heart skipped a beat. Did he just say that?

“You- you think I’m pretty?”

His eyes widened. “Did I actually just say that out loud?”

“Um yeah I think you did?”

“Right. Um. Okay. Bit awkward.” He was staring intently at the floor.

“I don’t think it’s a bad thing.” Oh my god your mouth was moving without your brain thinking.

“What?”

“I don’t think it’s a bad thing you think I’m pretty?” As you said it you took a couple more steps towards him. You stayed at arms length but you just wanted to move a little closer.

“Well then I do think you’re pretty.” He laughed at this now. But he was still staring at the floor.

“Even when I’m wearing my dusty uniform and apron.”

He looked up at you now and smiled. “I actually think you pull it off quite well.”

You couldn’t help as a very big smile started to inch across your face.

His hand was placed next to him on the table and you don’t know why or what went through your head. But you placed yours with it.

Your eyes met then. You were a lot closer than you were a minute ago. You weren’t sure who leaned in first. But all at once your mouths were meeting.

It was a whisper of a kiss. Your lips barely touched each other. But you felt your stomach flip over. Just above it your heart was beating so hard, you were surprised he couldn’t hear it.

As he pulled away he looked up at you. A question was in his eyes. You felt the nerves begin to creep up your limbs while doubts began to swim around your head.

But fuck it. He just kissed you after all.

You had leaned back in for another kiss only slightly and he took it as all the permission he needed.

His arms were suddenly around your waste and he pulled you in so you were standing in-between his legs. He craned his neck upwards to meet your mouth and- oh.

His lips were warm and soft, but this kiss was so much more real than the last. He had pressed his mouth to yours firmly, your noses kind of squished together and you felt him exhale hard like he was been holding his breath.

The kiss broke apart but he came right back again and your mouths started to meet again and again. With each kiss the air grew hotter and murkier. You could feel heat rushing to your face and in between your thighs.

You ran your fingers through those soft curls and elicited the softest of moans from him. It made you feel electric.

You had no idea how long this went on for. When you both had to finally break apart for a little bit of air it could have genuinely been two minutes or two hours.

You opened your eyes to a very flushed looking Steven. He was beaming at you and suddenly you felt just a little bit shy.

“Alright?” He was breathing very heavily.

“Yeah.” You laughed.

“Would.. um.” He suddenly looked down at the floor. Except the floor wasn’t there anymore as he pulled you tight against him. It wasn’t lost on you the way his eyes widened and he let out just a little cough when he realised he had just stared straight at your boobs. “Would it be weird to say I have been wanting to do that for a long time?”

“Wait really?”

“Yeah you always have your headphones in and I didn’t want to be rude and disturb you, so I just never talked to you?.”

This man was so sweet you almost wanted to vomit.

“Steven I have been trying to pluck up the courage to take my headphones out and actually talk to you for months.”

“Wait.. what?”

“If I had known all I had to do was take my headphones out I would have done that ages ago!”

“Wait.. just.. what sorry?” He was shaking at you. “You were nervous to talk to me?”

You didn’t think you could blush anymore than you already were but you think you did in that moment. “Um.. well yeah?”

He huffed out a laugh. He had an adorable half smile on his face. The way he had to look up at you meant that his neck was craned upwards and perfectly exposed for-

You felt a shaky breath escape him as your mouth met his neck. You couldn’t help a little smile spreading across your face as you traced hot kisses up his neck and along his stubbled jaw. His hands roamed around your back and you breathed in that gorgeous vanilla and spice scent.

You felt that you could get lost in it but then he pulled you away. You felt a brief pang of worry. But it was soon quietened as he was the one who was placing hot kisses on your neck now.

You let out a soft moan this time, you felt him smile against your neck at the sound. He trailed the kissed up your neck and jaw until he found your mouth again.

Everywhere he touched you gave you goosebumps. You felt like you were on fire and floating all at the same time. You tried to remember you had technically only talked to this man for the first time tonight. But your brain and body was screaming for more, more, more.

So you broke away from the kiss. His head followed you as you did as if we wanted to stay connected to you just a little longer. The sight of him made you want it more. His face was flush and his mouth was plump and wet.

“Um..” You were so nervous but also out of breath which made this even harder to say. “I’m not really sure how to do this?”

“You seem pretty good at it to me.” He said just as out of breath as you. His voice was different, still the same kind of awkward jumpy tone he had before. But it was rougher and huskier.

“Is-is kissing all you want to do or do you want-.” You kind of just gestured in air as if that would indicate sex perfectly.

His voice was a horse whisper when he said, “Right now I would take anything you would want to give me.”

You nodded and pressed a quick kiss to his lips again. Before you fumbled for your apron and shirt, ripping them off you with slightly shaking hands. You suddenly remembered the kinda gross sports bra you had on underneath and whipped that off as well trying to hide it from him.

But right now he did see you and he looked like a kid on Christmas. He just looked for a while and then he brought you back in for a kiss. But this time a hand moved from your back to your chest and you gasped as he cupped your breast for the first time. You started to moan into his mouth. You were almost embarrassed at how frequent and loud they became as his other hand came around and he used his thumbs to brush over your nipples.

He kissed your neck again, and then your chest and then- You whimpered as he pulled one of your nipples in his mouth, tongue swirling around it. His thumb still played with the other until he swapped and took that one into his mouth instead.

Suddenly your half nakedness felt unfair and you pulled at his shirt and T-shirt underneath until he moved back from you to pull them off. He was looking a little annoyed about you disturbing him and he returned as soon as he could to where he came from. But after seeing him without his top you couldn’t care less.

He was leaner than you had expected, his shoulders were so broad and you ran your hands along any part of him you could touch. His skin was soft and warm against you.

He pulled away from your chest and buried his face in your neck. “Do you mind it if we swap? You sit here I mean?”

You nodded as you were a little too dazed to form a word. And his arms guided you onto the table. He kissed you again. This time cupping his face in your hands

He broke away just slightly and whispered “Can I? Um. Can you?.”

You pulled away a bit more so you could look at him. “What would you like me to do Steven?”

His hands traveled down your front and then played with the hem of your jeans.

You nodded and proceeded to wiggle out of your jeans. You decided to take the underwear with them to save on that. You were wearing skinny jeans and they did that thing where they get stuck around ankles and you have to peel them away. Except he did that for you.

He came back and gave you the briefest of kisses. Before he knelt down in front of you.

He knelt down in front of you.

Your brain short circuited but apparently it still had enough function for you to spread your legs wider so he could have access.

You began to feel shy about how soaked you already were, but he wasted absolutely no time and swung one of your legs over his shoulder.

You shuddered and moaned when you felt his hot tongue glide up. He moaned a long low guttural moan in response as he then almost nuzzled his face in against you.

You felt his mouth over your clit and he sucked and flicked his tongue on it at the same time. You couldn’t help the desperate moans that escaped you.

He alternated between sucking on your clit, to swirling his tongue around it. You felt like this could be heaven and you started to feel tightness growing in your stomach embarrassingly early.

But he was not coming up for air and you couldn’t stop yourself. You felt it building and building until.

“Steven! I-“ It was blinding, you felt your leg shake on his shoulder and you back arched off the table. He wasn’t stopping, he just gripped your leg hard and held you through it.

It’s only when you stopped shaking and your breath slowed down a bit did he pull away. Only very slightly though so you still felt his lips brush against you when he spoke.

“Did you just-“

“Yes.” God you sounded utterly ruined.

He just made a huffed little content sound “I guess it’s good to know I’m doing okay at this.”

“Oh I think you’re doing much better than just o-“ You were cut off by his tongue on you again, just as persistent as before.

“Steven!” You gasped. “W-Wait, wait!.”

He pulled away from you a confused and disappointed look on his face.

“What? Are you okay?” There was an edge of genuine concern to his voice.

“Yes! It’s just.. yanno?”

“I don’t know?” He somehow scrunched up just one side of his nose in confusion. It was a ridiculously cute expression, which contrasted a lot with how his mouth was glistening wet at the moment. Which did not exactly inspire the word cute from you.

“Well I just um. . . Came?”

“Okay?” He really wasn’t getting it.

“So isn’t it time for you to um, stop that?”

His face dropped a little in disappointment. But his tone was sincere when he asked, “Do you want me to stop?”

“Well.. I guess not. Not really-.” He cut you off again with his tongue on your clit. The fact that he had done that a couple of times now made you think he enjoyed doing it and hearing your reaction.

You lost track of time again. At times it felt like all that existed was you and his head between your thighs. At one point he slipped his tongue inside of you and fucked you with it. When he moved his mouth back to your clit he replaced it with his fingers, it made you cry out so loud you thought someone must have heard you outside. After that he kept you filled with either one or the other.

From the way he let out frequent moans and gasps, and also the way he beamed at you whenever he managed to push you over the edge, you realised this was something he was enjoying as much as you were.

At some point you had to push him away. You were having what was definitely the best sexual experience of your life so far, though admittedly you didn’t have that much to compare it too. But it was becoming a bit too much and you were getting a little over sensitive and sore.

You pulled him up to meet you for a kiss. When his lips met yours you could taste yourself on him, and you could feel his erection underneath his trousers pressed between your legs. Both those things together were almost enough to make you forget about your soreness and let him put it inside you.

Except.

“Shit, Steven!” You said pulling away from the kiss suddenly.

“What?! What’s wrong?” He started to pull away from you like he had done something you didn’t want.

You grabbed his arm to stop him. “No! No I’m sorry I just. . . I don’t suppose you have a condom on you?”

Realisation dawned on his face. “Oh, no sorry.” He licked his lips. “This wasn’t really how I was expecting tonight to go.”

You laughed. “Yeah me neither.”

You cupped his jaw in your hands and placed another quick kiss to his lips before saying. “In that case, I think we should swap places again.”

“Why do we need to-.” Realisation dawned on his face for a second time. “Oh, you don’t have to do that.” He scratched the back on his head and looked down at the floor as he said it.

“Well I don’t have to. But I want to.”

He swallowed. “Um I don’t know I-Oh!”

You had placed your hand on his erection. Feeling rather bold, you left a kiss on his neck and whispered in his ear. “Please?”

You felt him nod his head yes and pushed him back a little so you could wiggle off the table and you both swapped places again.

You saw him swallow hard as you sank to your knees in front of him. You asked him to help you undo his trousers, mainly because your hands were shaking just a little bit. He obliged and he shimmied out of his underwear as well, leaving him completely naked in front of you.

You would be lying if you said the sight wasn’t something to behold.

You decided to start by licking up the underside of his dick from base to tip. You were very satisfied with the strangled gasp you heard from above you and when you peaked up at him he was staring at you adoringly.

You grabbed him at the base and stroked him a couple of times and earned a few more approving noises from him.

You kept your hand on his when you took him into your mouth for the first time. You heard him whisper a faint “Bloody hell.” His eyes closed and head went back, where it thunked lighty against the wall behind him.

You focused just on the tip in your mouth and your hand stroking him for a while. Enjoying the gasps and moans that were coming from him between his very heavy breathing.

When you sunk your mouth down on him as far as you could without trying to take it into your throat, he swore and his back arched and stomach flexed. You couldn’t take it all, so you still had to use your hand for where you couldn’t reach.

You did that, 1, 2 ,3 more times. Each time earning a louder ragged moan from him. Then the 4th time you did it, is when he started talking.

Some of it was just nonsense, or moaning, or swearing. The words of a man who’s thoughts clearly weren’t coherent because of what you were doing to him. But you heard snippets of him calling you pretty or beautiful. You heard about how much he enjoyed going down on you and about how long he had wanted to do it to you. He told you how angry he was at himself for not having a condom on him so he could fuck you. Then he told you how he sometimes thought about it when he was alone at night and couldn’t sleep.

You pulled away from him then, just to confess to him that sometimes you did that too. Then you sank your mouth back on him and brought your other hand up to cup his balls.

His eyes went wide, and it was only a second longer until you were hearing him say, “Oh I think I’m going to cum.”

You kept your mouth on him, and he let out a choked sound when he realised you were going to let him cum in your mouth.

You felt and saw his legs and stomach tense up, and he was gripping the edge of the table so hard his knuckles were white. His head was tilted back, his mouth was closed tight and he was breathing hard through his nose, nostrils flaring.

You saw the tension in his whole body release before you felt it on your tongue. You heard him croak out your name at the same time. You kept moving your mouth and hands on him all the way through. Until he was completely spent and twitching from his over sensitivity. You still waited until he pushed you away from him to stop though. That might have been a little bit of pay back from before.

He brought you up for a kiss again, though this one was slower and softer as you both were absolutely wrecked from what you just did.

Eventually he pulled you onto his lap and you both just sat there holding each other for a while. It was him who broke the silence first.

“You know for what it’s worth I’m very glad that I got stuck in this room with you.”

You laughed at that. He beamed at your laugh again and just like that you were in as easy a conversation as before. Except this time you both naked and cuddled up together.