#anon thots

Crosshair shifted closer to you, snaking a hand around your waist. His bottom half grinding up against you. A familiar hardness dragging up and down.

The boys were still up with Tech in the cockpit, their words echoing in both of your minds

“Even I can hear what’s going on!” 

“You can be rather loud sometimes.”

A hand slipped down to your thigh, finger nails running cool, down your side before flipping to have those same fingers squeeze up to your hips.

Crosshair’s other hand came up to your neck, his head leaned in close to whisper in your ear.

“I suppose we’ll have to be quiet.”

You whined as he cupped your entrance through your pants. Fingers running teasingly closest to where you needed them most.

The hand up at your neck came to cover your mouth, achingly he dug his hips to your backside.

“Shhh darling, we can’t make a sound.” He rolled your pants down, allowing you to kick them off.

“But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to feel you writhe against me.”

You sank back against him, hoping for more friction.

“So needy.” He whispered.

You responded by grabbing one of his hands and guiding it past your underwear to your wet folds.

Crosshair hissed. Moving the hand at your mouth, he yanked all of his undergarments off, casting them aside with your own. His freed cock now rubbing against your ass. 

Two of his fingers were working you, but not quite to where you wanted.

You arched your back and adjusted your hips in an attempt to get the angle you wanted, but felt another hand still you by gripping your waist with bruising strength.

“Not yet.” He whispered.

You whined again.

A hand flew out quickly and slapped over your mouth.

“What did I say about making noise?” He hissed.

You dared to dart out your tongue to the hand silencing you, tasting your own arousal on the fingers.

Now it was Crosshair who let out a guttural moan.

You stifled a giggle, about to make a smart-ass remark, when he grabbed you and hoisted you up and over to straddle him.

“Shut up.” He whispered looking up at you with smoldering eyes. 

“I thought you said no noise.” You responded coyly. 

His response was to raise his hips up, his erection meeting your soaked underwear.

Your gazes met, daring each other to make the first sound. 

He smirked, not breaking your gaze.

His fingers hooked around the offending clothing, “Are these important?” He whispered.

You shook your head no.

A rare grin broke out on his face, finding the seams, he tore them and yanked the material away from you. 

“Much better.” He said softly, rubbing himself against your now dripping cunt. 

It took everything in you not to make a sound and fisted your hands into the fabric covering his chest. 

Crosshair placed one hand on your hip and the other against your cheek.

You leaned into his touch, the look shared between the two of you full of love and want. 

Wordlessly, you raised up and he guided his member to your entrance.

A moment passed, he nodded and you sank onto him.

If either of you thought that not making a sound before was difficult, it was nothing compared to that moment. 

Crosshair’s teeth sunk into his lips, attempting to silence any sounds coming from him. His hips jerked upwards to meet yours.

Fearing you wouldn’t be able to stay silent, you crashed your mouth against his. 

Continuing to thrust up into you, his hands came to capture the sides of your face forcing your mouth to stay with his.

The only noises coming from the two of you were the sounds of hips snapping and thrusting and kisses becoming more and more erratic. 

Hands moved back to your waist, effectively gluing you to him. You placed hot open mouth kisses along his neck.

Daring to break the silence, with one hand, he gripped your chin forcing eye contact.

“I need you to say it,” he hissed quietly. 

You quirked your head to the side and achingly slow, you circled your hips.

Crosshair gritted his teeth, holding in a moan.

His pace slowed, matching yours “Say it.”

You smiled and brought your face closer to his, “I’m yours Crosshair.”

It was barely a whisper, but enough to send him over the edge.

One hand fisted in the bunk sheets, the other your hip and you watched him come undone.

Watching him and feeling thrust deeper into you was enough to have an orgasm shudder through your entire body.  

Coming down from your high, your body fell limply on top of him. 

A quiet chuckle came from Crosshair’s chest.

Very slowly, he pulled out from you, slick coating both of your thighs. 

He pressed a kiss to your temple and ran a hand from the top of your head down your back.

Shifting you to his side momentarily, he grabbed the discarded blanket from earlier in the evening. He tugged you back on top of him and tucked the blanket it over the two of you.

You closed your eyes, enjoying the closeness of him, his hands running softly all over you. Your breathing slowed to match his.

You heard footsteps as two Batchers came into the bunk room.

“See, they can be quiet.” Tech whispered.

“More quiet than normally.” Hunter retorted.

Crosshair’s body stiffened under you.

Raising yourself slightly and turning to face them, you locked eyes with Hunter.

“I guess we’ll just have to keep practicing how quiet we can be.” You said.

Crosshair chuckled again while Hunter glared at you. Tech’s cheeks were flushed.

“We’ll get you some earplugs Sarge.” Crosshair said. 

Tech couldn’t help but snort before Hunter’s glare fell on him.

“Goodnight!” You said, laying yourself back on Crosshair.

His arms circled your waist. “Goodnight.” He whispered.

“GOODNIGHT!” You heard Wrecker yell and then laugh from all the way up from the cockpit.

“Guess we weren’t as quiet as we thought.” Crosshair whispered in your ear.

“Certainly not. Now please, actually get some REST.” Hunter said annoyedly.