Scout

You were Checkmate's new hire, coming onto the team a few months after starting. You believed in their mission and saw the potential in what they were trying to accomplish. So you packed your bags and headed to a small Washington town. Very little was communicated about the work, just that you would be "valued for your tech development skills." Whatever that meant…

Your first day was pretty slow, all things considered. A lot of paperwork from a mission finished a few days ago. That left you a bit of time to acclimatize yourself to the interesting characters surrounding you as you set up your desk. Across from you sat a guy named Adrian Chase. He craned his neck to see over the barrier between you guys. You gave him a small smile and a wave, and he smiled back, his green eyes showing nothing but delight.

You had spent a bit of time talking to Economos due to your tech job. He showed you around the place and warned you about some of his coworkers.

"Chris can be kind of a jerk, but Emilia says he's getting better. I think she has to defend him. Probably for her own amusement, to be honest." You nod along as he shows you the lab.

"Adrian Chase can be… weird. He gets all his shit done, but it's his recklessness that gets us in trouble. He's a good shot, though, all things considered. Probably his only redeemable quality." Economos jokes.

"Was that the guy across from me?"

"Mhm." Economos grabs a stray Cheeto bag sitting on the table and throws it away.

"Nobody really uses this room. I'm more of a tech guy, and Adrian's got his own space. Just tell people to clean up, and they might. Nobody's a true asshole here, just lazy." You laugh as you eye up the tools on the tables and the wall. This was going to be a great job.

The work seemed easy enough. Intel work, coding a few things. Free time to let you work on your weapon prototypes if you're lucky. You beamed at the opportunity to test them out in the special facility in the office building that Economos showed you on your first day. You usually have to haul your stuff out into the forest to get a chance to test your stuff out, but no longer.

That's how you got close to Adrian. You were working in the small lab outside of the testing facility, your safety goggles clinging to your face and your hair all messy from frustration at the weakness of the power beam. This was a new weapon for Ads; she wanted to join some of the action up front and personal. This time with a bit more protection. You made a note after hearing about the helmet incident with the "butterfly invasion" that you tried to comprehend after hearing the myriad stories the team told you. This was a difficult weapon design, with shooting mechanics that used energy instead of bullets. Kind of like the—

"Guys from Ghostbusters?" Adrian shocked you out of your focus with how fast his hand came up excitedly to point at your new machine. You jumped.

"Sorry, Adrian. I didn't see you there." You smiled and set the machine down.

"You're fine. Uh— shit. It's all good. I was asking about what you were making because it sounded like the proton packs from Ghostbusters from how Economos described it."

"Maybe. I haven't really seen it."

"You haven't?" Adrian's glasses slipped to the end of his nose as he was dumbfounded by the notion that somebody hadn't seen Ghostbusters!

"Yeah, I was more of a comics kid." You picked up your screwdriver again so you could dismantle some of the machine that started to spark earlier.

"Oh yeah, me too—" Adrian tries and fails to rest his hand on the lab table, toppling over himself and cutting himself on the side of his arm against the table.

"Oh shit, are you ok?!" You run to him. It's a considerable gash. The sharp metal corner of the table was unforgiving.

Adrian hisses, clutching his arm to stop the blood. "Yeah, all good, don't worry. This is not as bad as the pinky toe incident—" he starts to laugh and brush it off, trying not to look like he's in pain, but you're already getting some gauze.

"It looks like it." Sarcasm drips from your voice. You lower yourself to get eye-level with the gash, and Adrian just stares at you, unable to look away from your brow furrowing in concentration and your lip being gently bitten as you keep grabbing towels to clean up the blood.

"I don't know why we even have such a hazard in our office." Adrian jokes.

"It's magnetic for the smaller pieces that could otherwise be knocked over from reckless play in the lab." You eye him from where you are below. He shuts up. Oh no, you hate him. You think he's stupid and incompetent, like everyone else does. There goes first impressions. He can't help the faint blush dusting his cheeks, though, as your firm grip keeps his arm from moving at all. You're still helping him, even if he fucked up big time.

"Just make sure you're careful the next time you come in." You let a small smirk creep up your face as you pat his newly bandaged arm.

"Uh, thanks! That was really chill of you."

'Chill'????? What a stupid word to use.

"It's no problem." You get up from the floor back to standing, not quite eye level. "I just appreciate lab safety." You give a small laugh.

"Yeah, I usually do too, just got distracted…" fuck! "By you not having seen Ghostbusters before."

"Well, maybe you'll have to show me sometime." You smile at him and pat his shoulder.

Wait. What?

"Yeah, sure." He grins.

That's how you ended up doing weekly movie nights. He'd bring a nerdy movie for you both to watch, and you'd supply the snacks. Just normal coworker things.

You would make sure your apartment was clean down to the last throw pillow on your bed. He would try not to move when your shoulders would touch. You both would try not to think about the way your heads would be resting on each other by the end of the night, eyelids lazily dropping as the credits roll.

You would try not to stare too much at his smile when a funny part came on, his eyes scrunching up, making his glasses shift on his face. The dorky way he would push them back up with his pointer finger on the bridge like a meme or something.

"Dude, she likes you!" Fleury tried to convince Adrian.

The gang was out for a small birthday celebration for Adrian's birthday. Adrian had told you about his past birthdays. Filled with family arguments and no party attendees. Gut always smashed his face into his cake, once with candles, which was a whole ordeal that left a few small burns in his hair and on his cheek. Your eyes watered a bit at his story. What kind of dipshit kids lived in Evergreen??? You made it your plan to make this a great 35th birthday.

"Yeah, I like the movie nights too! I have great picks."

"Fuck. You're so dense." Chris runs his hand over his face after a twenty-minute discourse between the guys.

"NO! She wants to fuck you." Rip gestures at him.

"Ohhhh sure. You're just trying to make me look stupid in front of everyone again. That shit's not happening twice."

"Yeah, why are you helping him?" Emilia questions over at their group. You're in the bathroom right now. Perfect time to catch up on the gossip.

"Because I have to sit with the tension every time I'm in the training room. Adrian keeps staring at her through the window of the lab. Why do we even have a window between those walls?"

"That's not happening. I have my visor on, you shouldn't be able to see through it that well."

"I can see the way your head turns, dipshit."

"HEY! Don't you fucking call me that!" Adrian starts to get up, readying his fists, but Chris pushes him back down.

"Not now." Adrian's glasses slip down his face and onto the floor, probably cracked, but Chris's grip is hard on his shoulder, and he is not about to actually fight his best friend. Both because he's his best friend—duh—but also because he probably couldn't take him here if he wanted to with two drinks already down.

"Adrian, as much as Rip loves to see you make a fool out of yourself, he's actually telling the truth," Ads juts in.

"I don't know, guys, it seems a bit far from the truth." He folds his arms over his chest in a pout.

"Well, clearly you like her." Ads states.

"As a friend."

"Those are not friendly eyes across the office floor." Fleury interrupts.

"What?"

"Never mind. You just have to talk to her." Ads rests a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"I don't know what I would say!"

"Well, you better think of it fast, because I'm getting grossed out by your middle school crush." Adrian glares at Rip.

"You're an asshole."

"That's the point."

"I just think she's cool! Like, she makes me feel cool too! That's what friends do! And it's not like I haven't thought about her, but that is normal—"

"What do you mean, 'thought about her'?" Emilia cuts him off.

"I dunno, like wet dreams?" He says almost too loudly.

"Fuck, dude, time and place!" Economos slaps Adrian's arm.

"Hey! Uncool, I just hurt myself on a table, dude!" Adrian glares at Economos as he grips his forearm.

"Yeah, two weeks ago. Don't you have that mutant thing where you heal super quickly?"

"Hey guys, everything ok?" You furrow your brows at the awkward positioning of everyone leaning towards Adrian while Chris holds him against the chair. "Where are your glasses?"

"They fell." Adrian pushes Chris's hand off his shoulder to grab them quickly. They're not as damaged as they could be, but one of the arms is cracked off, and a lens is cracked on one side.

"Oh, I can fix those at home if you want." You reach your hand over to take the glasses.

"Uh, that's fine, I got some stuff at home. Plus, I would probably have to come home with you, and that would look weird." Chris's jaw drops.

"Aw, ok. Are you sure you can see with them for your drive home?"

"Yeah, Adrian, just let her fix 'em. It wouldn't be safe for you." Chris snatches the glasses out of his hands. Adrian's eyes go wide as he gives Chris a questioning look. He just pats his head in return.

"I don't want you fussing over them. It's kind of a bitch sometimes fixing them."

"I know, that's why I wear contacts most of the time." You casually reply.

"What?"

"Yeah, it's easier for me with the goggles in the lab. Lab safety." You dorkily lift your pointer finger up. You've begun to feel like you can let go a bit of the professional persona around your new coworkers, allowing you to act a little dorky sometimes. Sometimes.

Adrian lets out a loud laugh at that, and it would almost seem forced if you hadn't heard him laugh like that all the time at what you say. You figured it was actually genuine when you heard him laugh like that at the movies he picked out.

The rest of the group goes back to talking, and Adrian makes space next to his chair for you to sit next to him. He loves watching you let go, letting loose, and laughing with everyone. Your hair is a little messy, this time from having a few drinks. Your eyes are constantly scrunched up while you smile at whatever somebody says. He's just sitting there dumbly, watching you with unbridled reverence while you—somehow—obliviously laugh with the rest of the group.

As the night winds down, you hang back with Adrian while everyone says bye to each other.

"Happy birthday, dude," Fleury says, smashing his hair down, frizzing it out.

"Thanks for coming, guys. This was awesome." Adrian grins. He's had a few drinks, but they've gotten to him a little. He let himself go just because you said you would drive him to your place. He'd stay sober if he were driving later, obviously. Plus, he could sober up at your place before leaving. All planned out, no awkward moments.

"I got you something. It's in the car. Do you want to open it there?" You nudge him.

"Really!?" He was shocked. That never really happens. He's a grown man, his mom told him on his twentieth birthday. Of course, she did get him some things, but it was never Pokémon cards anymore.

"Yeah, of course, dude." You smile and lead him to your car after the last of the team leaves the bar.

"You really didn't have to." He tries not to show much of what he's feeling now—a mix of shock, awe, happiness, and sadness all in one.

"I thought it'd be nice." You finally get to your car, sliding into the seat. You hand him a small bag. It was plain teal, but it was still very nice. He knew his mom would make him keep it anyway, but he was already planning on keeping it—because it's his favorite color, of course, nothing more.

"What is it?"

"Open it." You smile at him, eagerly waiting for his reaction. He reaches between the tissue paper to get to the two small objects at the bottom.

"I know it's not the coolest thing in the world, but I saw it at the mall, and I was like, 'Adrian would love this.' And I know you might already have it, and if you do, that's my bad, you can probably return it or swap it or something." You ramble as he pulls out a small spider beanie baby. His face doesn't show any clear emotion. He sets it to the side and grabs the other thing. A teal glasses holder that snaps shut with a button and can attach to a belt—his utility to be exact.

"Yeah, I mean, you like teal, and it always looks like you're smashing your glasses into that small compartment on the side of your leg. They looked a little scratched up from the material inside, too, so I just thought it would be nice to have something nicer to put your glasses in. You know I would know now," you laugh at that. He just sits dumbstruck beside you. His breathing gets a bit heavy.

"Adrian, are you ok?" He's snapped out of his state.

"Oh, yeah, uh, I'm ok." His voice wobbles a bit as you lean a bit closer to get a read on his emotions.

"Do you like them?"

"I—yeah. It's— awesome." He internally winces at his word choice. You just beam at him.

"Awesome," you reply sweetly.

Adrian is overcome with emotion at this point—way too much than he usually knows how to handle. He wrings his fists for a few seconds before they shoot up to your face. He smashes yours onto his, a wild tangle of skin and teeth. Your eyes shoot wide before you realize what's happening. You melt into his touch and bring your arms to sling around his neck, deepening the kiss. It's a bit awkward with the middle console between you both, but nonetheless, it was nice. Adrian pulls away after a bit with a big gasp for air.

"Holy shit," he breathes as if he wasn't the one who just initiated it. His eyes are blown wide as he takes you in again with the neon lights streaming in through the car windows, your face drowning in pink and green. Your eyes, however, stay glued to his. Your mouth stays parted as he studies your face, waiting to see who will make the next move.

Before you lose the momentum, you dive back in, the kiss slower, making sure to take your time. See what movements make him squirm, which ones pull out small moans. You bite his lower lip, and he actually whimpers.

"Sorry," he whimpers against your lips. You just hum and keep going, your hands smoothing over his back. That's when you feel something wet on your cheek. You pull back, eyes refocusing on his face. That's when you see small trails of shiny tears streaking his cheek, the lighting outside making the sheen even more apparent.

"Are you ok?" You cup his cheek, wiping the tears away with your thumbs.

"Yeah, I'm all good." He murmurs and tries to kiss you back. You pull back, waiting for him to answer.

"Did you not like it?" His face falls. "Ohhh, shit. Fuck, they were wrong. Why was I so stupid?" Adrian grasps at his hair, his eyes squeezing shut.

"No, no, no, you were just crying. I was worried." Your face softens all the way now.

"Oh, uh, sorry. Yeah, I'm ok. Don't even worry about it." He tries to joke it off. Your face tilts to the side in skepticism. "Nobody's ever been as thoughtful like that before."

"Adrian, I just met you. You mean to tell me these are the best gifts you've ever received?" You smirk sarcastically until you realize he's not joking. You go in for another hug. No words came out. Just small circles rubbed into his back as he tries to gain composure again.

"Whew, sorry. I don't know what that was. Must be those drinks." He pulls back, trying to smirk with his lips wobbling, adjusting and fidgeting in his seat. You just look at him, feeling like you might be the one to cry. "We, uh, we don't have to go to your house."

"Let's go." You smile at him one last time before putting your car in reverse and pulling out of the parking lot.

The car ride is quiet. Not exactly uncomfortable, but charged. Like something is practically burning from how high both of your emotions are running. Adrian's eyes glance over at you a few times, trying to be discreet. He bites his lip with anticipation. He'd been to your house a million times before; it's not like it's unfamiliar. But with the energy coursing through the car, he was uncharacteristically anxious.

As you park, you let out a long sigh and get out. Adrian follows, and you get to the door to unlock it. You're both still silent as you unlock the door. Once you reach the threshold and shake your shoes off, your eyes meet Adrian's as he awkwardly sheds his jacket. It shouldn't be as hot as it is, but you find yourself crowding him against the wall with your lips on his in an instant. He grips your hips as you try not to just shamelessly grind on his leg.

"I'm so happy this is happening. You have no idea how much I've thought about shit like this," he says in between kisses.

"You've thought about this?" You ask as your lips travel up his jaw to his ear and down his neck.

"Mhm, a lot since those movie nights—" he's cut off by the feeling of you sucking on the juncture between his neck and shoulder. His hand reaches to grip the back of your head as he whines out into your entryway. You break away with a look of reverence, practically running to the bedroom.

You start undoing his belt as he plays with the hem of your shirt. Once you finally free the belt, you lift your hands away so he can pull your shirt over your head. Adrian quietly takes your frame in, standing just a foot away from you. His hands shake just slightly, his eyes not knowing where to look.

"You can look, it's ok," you reassure him, slowly stepping closer. Your hands reach for his shirt this time, and he lets you pull it over his head, his hair once again a tangle of dirty blonde. You beam at his disheveled state and bring him to the edge of the bed. You both are a mess of hands groping and sliding off clothes. Adrian's hands massage your ass through the fabric of your underwear as you rub your hands up and down his chest and kiss his already swollen lips. He smiles through this, growing harder and harder as your movements become slower, more sensual. You can feel him through the layers of fabric. He's definitely larger than average. He feels heavy; there's a weight to it. You cup him through his jeans, and he gasps, fingers digging into your skin.

He finally slides his fingers against the lace of your panties, and you gasp.

"Is this ok?" He looks up at you with his puppy eyes. You nod, and he slides them down ever so gently, taking everything in. "I wanna make this good for you."

"It's your birthday," you smirk, pushing him down and starting to peel his pants down his legs as he did to you. He nods dumbly. You grab your underwear from where it dangles from your ankle and throw it on his chest. He grabs them quickly and unashamedly pushes them into his pocket before you pull his pants fully down to his ankles. You quickly get his boxers off too and drink in the sight of him below you, hard and ready for you to do anything you desire. He'd let you.

You watch as his cock throbs, the red tip glistening with wetness as he lies there staring at you.

You start by crawling onto the bed and sitting on his thighs just below his groin. You purposefully bring your fingers towards his length as he holds his breath. You watch as his eyes dance between your hand and your face, not knowing which he should actually be looking at.

"You said you've thought about me." Your voice broke the silence hanging between you, making him jump just a bit as your hand started making slow motions around his cock. "Is this what you meant?"

"I—uh—I don't know how to answer that." His voice breaks a bit as you run a finger over his tip, collecting the pre pearling there and bringing it to your lips to taste. "F-fuck!" He whines.

"You can say it. I won't be mad. Quite the opposite, in fact." You feel him throb beneath you.

"I-I just thought of you like, be-below me, or sitting on my face, running your hands through my hair and telling me how good I am."

"You're such a good boy, Adrian." You take his words and run with them. You start grinding on his legs as you lazily stroke him. He lies there, writhing in your touch as you start going faster, a loose fist going all the way up and down. "Such a cute birthday boy." Your grin makes him stutter.

"W-w-wait! I don't wanna cum yet!"

"You don't?" Your question is more condescending than anything.

"C-can I-uh." He starts to sputter as you stop your ministrations.

"Can you what? Use your big words." You are having way too much fun with him in this state.

"I don't want you to think I'm a bad feminist." You could laugh, but you didn't want to make him feel stupid. Not when you wanted him so bad.

"Don't worry, tonight is about you." Adrian takes some time to think it over even after your confirmation, and you just sit there, watching him squirm.

"Can I cum inside you?" He blurts out. "I-I've been tested and stuff, I'm all clean." His brows lift, looking up at you for encouragement.

"Yeah, I got an IUD, don't worry."

"O-ok," he says, but doesn't move. You decide to take more charge and move above him, so you're hovering over him.

"Please." His voice is soft, barely a whisper. You kiss him deeply as you sink down, moaning into his mouth as his tongue licks through your lips. You clench around him as you finally settle flush against his hips. He squeezes his eyes shut as you get used to the stretch.

"Fuck I didn't prepare you before!" Adrian hits his fists against the sheets as if he wasn't eight inches deep in you.

"It's fine, baby, you feel so good," you say with a roll of your hips. Adrian's head hits the headboard as you grind against him, slowly picking up the pace. His hands glide to your thighs as you rock back and forth, reveling in the stretch of his thick cock.

"Adrian, you feel so good." You throw your head back as you start bouncing on him. He shakily moves his fingers to your clit and starts rubbing. You let out a groan as you try to keep your pace, but Adrian circles your clit at a devastating pace.

"I-I'm gonna cum!" He arches his back, his legs stuttering just a bit as he climaxes with you. Your grip on his cock brings him to the edge as you moan with abandon. You start to see stars as your vision whites out, and you collapse on Adrian's chest. Your breathing matches his as you topple next to him.

"Well, which present was your favorite?" Your laugh comes out breathy.

It takes a bit for Adrian to respond, and you almost think he's gone to sleep before he answers: "You."