#gus cod

During my travels, I'd met someone. Someone who promised me that we would meet in the same spot at the beach café if I ever returned. He was kind, his soul was as pure as the morning sun. He made so many promises and kept a fair amount of them, apart from one. He never met me again.

I don't know what possessed me to return to that spot every late evening, I'd lay in the sand and feel each grain against my skin. I didn't think he'd return, or even had a second thought about me since our last meeting. I hoped I was wrong, painfully wrong. Now I sit in lonely cafés hoping one day he'll return to me, even if he told me he never wanted to see me again.

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It was an early morning at my usual café. I overlooked the balcony to watch the crashing ocean waves, baby turtles rushing to be swept away by the great blue. I was lost in thought, the ambiance taking my mind somewhere else, to a place I'd rather spend the rest of my life. Away from here, away from the mundane and mind-numbing aspects of life. Nothing mattered to me. My mind was empty, a blank slate ready to be spattered in ideas and new beginnings. I longed to be one of those turtles, to only worry about floating and swimming under the vast sea, something bigger than me, yet smaller in so many ways. Lost in my translations, I didn't notice the cup of espresso sitting in front of me. "Remember me?" A familiar voice snapped me back to reality. I looked up at his face and part of me didn't believe who I was seeing. I don't know how many months it had been, how many hours, days, weeks, or seconds without seeing this face.

"I..." I didn't know what to say. He smiled at me, the same smile I remembered when he taught me how to surf. "Gus, I..." He wore green camouflage from head to toe and a beret. "Did you miss me, Chica?" I looked into his eyes and was hit with the memories we had shared. Each sea-salty kiss, the way his hands held mine as we watched water-color sunsets on the shoreline, helping baby turtles reach the water before the sunrise. It all rushed back to me like a powerful wave. I got up from my seat and leapt into his arms, he still smelled like sea.

His arms wrapped around my waist, and he spun me around in a warm embrace. I feared that if I let him go, he'd disappear again. We were never anything set in stone, Gus was someone who I spent quality time with, and he lived in my memories when he was away. Or... I was away. He bestowed the name Chica to me when he first taught me how to surf, it'd taken him days to learn my name. I supposed it never came to mind when he was too busy trying to explain proper technique. I still held him in my arms, my fingers weaving into his mass of thick black hair, the perfect curls wrapping around my skin. "I'm here, Chica. I know I have a lot of explaining to do."

It pained me to let him go. "Please, tell me everything. You... Your uniform? What is this? Tell me please." I sat down in front of him, and he pushed the fresh coffee to me. "I had an epiphany." I raised my brows at him. "Go on." He let out a heavy sigh, there was something he was struggling to tell me. "I've grown up in paradise, my whole life. I've never had to worry, had to struggle, had to worry about tomorrow. My only worries were if I'd make it to the beach in time." I always knew that about him, but I never thought less of him. Does a struggle make us more than what we are? "I've never been rich, Chica. But I never needed to be. My life was perfect until it wasn't. Everything seemed perfect until I looked at the scum, the grime that hides in plain sight." Gus shook his head. "I met someone who helped me be brave, who made me realize I can make a change, that I can protect something precious to me."

"You've always been brave, Gus." I replied, sipping the coffee. "You are brave. Even if you weren't, I don't think any less of you." I looked at him, there was a glimmer of determination in his eyes. "I know, but how can I sleep at night knowing I can make a difference but choose not to? So that's what I did. I made a difference." I reached to grasp his hand, new scars caught my attention this time. "While I was away, I was contracted by a military company... Which lead me to bigger things. Things bigger than me." I knew Gus had been a police officer before he met me, but this? I... I never knew.

I didn't follow that last part. "Tell me, Gus. I want to know why you just up and left." I tried not to sound upset, or angry with him. But spending months without him, sleeping alone and wondering where he was; who he was with. But maybe he slept alone too and wondered those things about me. "I can't tell you here. Why don't we take a walk, si?" I agreed reluctantly. He took it upon himself to finish my coffee. God, he was stunning. Those jet black eyes that beamed into my soul like a ray ultraviolet light. And that skin, it was coffee-rich and adored by the sun. His home was nearby, I'd stopped there so many times to see if he was there. Each time I was met with my reflection staring back at me in the door window. He held my hand as we walked down the steps, my sandals now pressed into the sand.

"After I joined the Force, I trained for weeks. You knew that. I needed something to do with my life."

"But Gus, you had something already. Why fight? Why risk your life?" I didn't want to hurt his feelings, or give him a different reaction than he expected. But knowing he could be blown to pieces or worse made my stomach turn into a knot. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't..." I stopped myself from speaking, knowing my words would only fumble over themselves. "I just missed you, Gus. I missed you. I missed drinking coffee with you, going to the beach whenever we wanted, and I loved watching you teach people. I loved spending time with you. Watching you under the sun was better than anything else I've ever experienced. Making memories with you. I missed you." We stopped on the shoreline, it was empty and lonely, the only company we had were the turtles. I reached up to take his beret off, revealing the shiny jet black curls on his head. He stood there, the same as when he first approached me, asking if I knew how to surf. It was like being taken back in time. His silence was deafening to me. "I'm sorry. I should have told you, but I couldn't risk putting you in danger. I had to leave. I had to. I had no choice."

I bit my tongue. There is always a choice to be made, whether that choice is a good or bad one. Gustavo and I were never anything official, but maybe I spoke about him like he was my other half. He felt like it, and he treated me like I was. "You said you wanted to protect something precious to you? What is that?" I questioned. I grabbed his hand and pulled him down to sit with me in the sand. I faced the ocean, the cool breeze blowing the scarf around my hip in the wind. I fell back in the sand, bringing my arms up to the boundless sky. Gus fell next to me, allowing my head to rest on his extended arm.

"Many things. My family, my country... You, Chica. I would never forgive myself if anything touched a hair on your head. I can protect you, even if you're away." I closed my eyes and felt the sun wash over my skin. I listened to his voice, like warm honey it flowed off his tongue. The sand scratched against my back, the scarf around my lower half flying in the wind. A pair of shorts were underneath, the sun creeping on my legs and up to my neck. I felt the urge to weep overtake me. "I just wish I would have known where you were." I'd walked this beach so many times by now, wondering, waiting, yearning for his return. "I know. I couldn't tell you, it would have put you in danger, and I would have never forgiven myself if my words or actions endangered you, Chica."

I sighed, nuzzling into his arm. The air began to cool as the sun went down into the ocean, creating a paint-pallet sunset. Blues, purples, pinks, reds, all blended together at the edge of the sky. This was the view I loved to share with Gus. "How did you manage to survive without me?" Gus chuckled to himself. "I bet you slept in a freezing cold bed, right? Or had dreams I was there." I rolled my eyes at him, looking back at the nos fading sunset. "Shut up," I replied. "So then it was true?"

"Gustavo."

"Yeah, carino?"

"I'm going to kill you."

"Doubt you could, Chica."

"We could always find out." He smiled warmly, using his free arm to prop his head up to see the sunset better. "But really," he began. I looked at him, puzzled by his sudden change of demeanor. "I missed you as mush as you missed me. And I know you have to go back to your home country soon, leaving me here. But then again, I won't be here long either." The thought of us both leaving ripped my heart to shreds, knowing he'd be in harm's way, and I'd be sleeping cozy in an American bed. "Sometimes I wish I never met you because of the life I live. Knowing I have to spend so much time away from you. Knowing I can't drop everything when you visit." His words were gentle, his eyes looking up at the sky. He pushed his finger-coiled hair out of his face, the curls resting neatly on top of each other. He didn't know I was looking at him, or he would have looked at me too.

I still looked at him, my gaze fixated on his prominent nose, the perfectly groomed mustache, and noticeable stubble on his jaw. His eyebrows were thick, right underneath sat his fluttery eyelashes. He had new scars on his face, tiny remnants of scabs littered his cheeks. I wondered why someone like him would want to live a life like this.

"Why don't you show me how your surfing skills have improved since I've been away, Chica?"

I shrugged. "I haven't practiced since you left, I was too scared to do it without you." Which was the honest truth. He made it look easy, like it was something anyone could do. But maybe I wasn't anyone, or maybe I was someone to him. "Well, I know you're capable without me. I can't teach you forever, Chica. Soon you'll be a little birdie with your very own wings." He slipped out from under me and in seconds, was on his feet. He extended his hand to me and effortlessly pulled me up, he pulled me into him, looping his other hand around my waist. He suddenly placed a kiss atop my head, inhaling the vanilla scent of my hair. I paused, relaxing my shoulders and back. I knew at this moment, everything was still, everything was in place. All I could hear was the gentle crashing waves and breeze.

When I tried to pull away, he held me tighter. "No," he said. "Stay." He placd another kiss on my head, bringing his hand to weave it under my nape. I felt a wave of emotions overtaking me, from sadness to bitter anger. But mostly a profound sadness. I felt tears swell in my eyes, the familiar burn in my throat and tightness in my chest. "Te amo. Te amo."

It was hard to bite back the tears, but I didn't know why I was crying in the first place. "You don't have to say anything." It was a lot. Knowing I have to return home, Gus needing to return to the fight; but who knows when? Who knows anything? His large hands rubbed up and down my back, his other wrapped firmly around my shoulder. His nose rested against my hair, the scent of the sea and vanilla hair butter filling his nose. My nails ran down the thick fabric of his jacket, I knocked the sand off him before pulling away just enough to look him in the eyes. The deepest of brown eyes looked at me; like honeyed rays of gold. Eyelashes so thick they gave him a black ring around his eyes. His eyes sat deep in his head, a kingly nose and defined jaw, seated on top was a perfectly groomed mustache.

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"Come on, don't be scared." He spoke as if that was supposed to help. He'd been doing this his whole life, and only a fraction of that was spent teaching me. He undid the buttons on his jacket and lazily threw it in the sand. Underneath his jacket revealed a black crew neck. The fabric stretched around the muscles on his arms until he peeled that off. New scars, new angry wounds, new everything. New bullet holes, some healed, others scabbed over. He was toned, his shoulders broad and hard with muscle.

The thought of an angry touch against the person I loved most only made me realize I'd be lost if I ever lost him. I chose not to acknowledge them, knowing he was aware of them. He didn't need a reminder. He walked me into the water, his hand wrapped firmly around my wrist. "Here," he said. I wore a sheer top over a loosely fitted tank top, the long flowing sleeves getting in our way. He pulled it over my head, mindful to ensure the undershirt didn't ride up. He took it upon himself to tie it around my waists, a firm knot resting around my hipbone. "Better."

The cool breeze kissed my arms, his fingers following soon after. "Now," he said. "The ocean is a powerful thing, but don't let that scare you away. It's a whole world out there, Chica. Now let's catch a wave, yeah? I'll ride it with you." We stayed in the shallow parts to first, the small but mighty waves pulling us along. "This is what we call 'tandem surfing,' where two people share a board. I've done it a hundred times."

The water was freezing cold, goosebumps forming on my skin as we lingered. Gus caught sight of a sizable wave and I could feel the pull of his heart. "This'll be perfect!" He pushed us closer to the wave, the ground below me seemingly swept out of nowhere. He stood me up, one hand grasped in mine, the other flowing freely in the air. We picked up momentum, the wave pushing us as if we weighed nothing. Every cell in my body became weightless. I'd done something without fear for the first time in my life.

"You did it, Chica! You were afraid but you did it." Perhaps, I thought.

"But I had you here."

"I didn't make you do it."

"But..."

"But nothing, Chica. You did it, I only gave you a push."

We found ourselves resting on the beach again, counting stars and watching clouds pass us by. I let the sand dig into my back, it was a part of being alive; sensations. Is that not all life is? A series of sensations? "We should head back," Gus spoke softly. "Have a bite to eat, how does pozole sound?" It all sounded good to me. "Whatever you suggest." I heard him chuckle as he helped me up. "Don't tell me that, because if you eat everything I suggest, my wish will come true." Pardon? "And what is that?" He grabbed my hand, hard callouses contrasting with the soft skin of my hand. "Oh, just my dream of fattening you up. They say that if you love someone, you'll want to feed them plenty. Means you're happy."

As always, the nickname made the rican laugh nervously and shift his body compleatly towards the now closed front door pretending to check on the bags he was carrying so you wouldn't see the apples of his cheeks flush red with warmth. But you knew better. And his handsome boy-ish smile was worth peeking over. Sneaking a few steps closer to his back you playfully pinched his side and peeked from his shoulder to address his embarrassed face. He looked at you in momentary shock not expecting you to appear so close so fast.

His nervous crackle shook his chest but Gus played it cool mumbling "Hola cielo. Your mom home?"

You shook your head with a no and pointed at the four grocery bags he was carrying.

"Eso es-... Your old man told me to drop these here." His warm overly sweet voice was music to your ears, you directed your attention to the bags' contents. With a finger you opened one of them a little wider to see ice cream of various flavours. Your brow arched as you took a step back now fully inspecting the man before you.

Gustavo stood there a little awkward under your intense gaze, his shy smile never weavers when your eyes scanned his outfit up and down. He was wearing plane black, damp-looking swim trunks, to your dismay the pink cap flattening part of his wild raven curls was not the icing of the cake but the garment adorning his torso. The goofball wore a pastel pink t-shirt with 'barbie' written in huge letters right in the middle, no doubt something he picked to match his daughter for today's super fun plan the dads from the neighborhood made while the moms enjoyed the day with a plan for themselves. You not being part of the dads and lil children nor the moms group decided to spend part of your day home chilling and watching Netflix waiting for your little sister to burst in and drag you out for the pool party in Gustavo's house. Lucky you, said man was the one to greet you. Though you couldn't help but feel a little nervous being around him wearing shorts and an oversized t-shirt from your favorite band.

"You uh... Got your swimsuit ready?" He said breaking your train of thought.

You blinked up at him in pure amusement. "Did you come all this way to ask me that?"

"Dios, actually... My freezer got busted when we were half finished readying the pool... Your pa told me we could use his to stock the ice cream and beers." Gus held the bags a little higher with an exasperated sigh clearly irritated by the betrayal of his expensive freezer.

You took a hold of two other bags ignoring his protests and then turned around signaling with a head tilt to come along, Gus complied quickly nodding knowing he couldn't deny your help.

You both went back to the kitchen unpacking the bags' contents. Warmth spread through your chest when he gave you the softest of smiles in silent appreciation for your help with the bags. That made you realize, it was common for Gus to be in your home but it was uncommon for you two to actually spend time alone, though the air was charged with something you couldn't quite pinpoint, it was not uncomfortable at all and with some playful totally friendly teasing and small talks here and there you guys didn't feel the slightest put off by the lack of people in the house. "Hah, look at that. Fix-it-Gus finally got defeated by something he couldn't fix!" That earned a bitter laugh from the big man, you purposely slowed your steps just to feel him closer to your backside when he brought the other bag to the counter you were leaning on, surprisingly enough he was ready for this but instead of moving away he rested a hand on your waist and placed the last bag on the counter pressing half of his chest to your heated back "Agh! Freezers! My kryptonite..." You giggled at this, patting and pinching his cheeck in fake comfort as you whined "What will happen when our freezers die on us? We won't be able to call SuperGus to fix 'em. It'll be our doom." His honey eyes crinkled in amusement by the silly nickname pausing his hands from reaching the beers, he puffed out his chest and flexed his biceps in the air mocking a heroic pose and doing his best to impresionate Superman's voice "Fear not, señorita! SuperGus doesn't FREEZE in the face of danger!" He laughed at his own dad joke and you couldn't help but join along, if not for the terrible joke, for his contagious and youthful laughter. God he was so stupidly handsome you wanted to grab him by the mat of black curls and give him the sloppiest kiss.

Gus pretended not to feel your body get impossibly hotter when his side pressed against yours once again in a playful shove, his moustache tilted to the side with a half smile, hooded eyes darkened by his cap still took in your beautiful lips shining the gorgeous smile his horrid humour managed to lit from you. There was silence then. The air between you felt much suffocating than before, luckily you were not the only one who could feel the heat, Gus' palms got sweatier and sweatier by the second, he wiped them down his trunks moving his head to the side but discreetly peeking a shy look your way, his smile ever so present. You shook your head breaking the momentary tension and opened the freezer to put the ice cream cones and containers Gus carefully passed you. You will never admit aloud that the few times your fingers brushed each other's to take the frozen sweets was intentional. HE wouldn't admit it either. You two were so adamant on touching each other one way or another you looked like two teenagers with a crush despite the age gap and it was just so refreshing to feel this way all over again.

"Fuck-" he perked up at this "there's not enough space..." you grunt standing up from your crouched position. "We could use the spare freezer?" Gus offered, his voice lowering a whole fucking octave and something from his tone made you feel the heat relit within you. He wanted to go to the garage, the most secluded place of the house.

Last month you brought your own freezer and your dad made quick place for it in the garage near his working bench using it to cool his hidden beers (don't tell mom) and other stuff that wouldn't fit in the kitchen, that and the little TV you also brought turned half of the garage into his perfect man cave, you didn't see your father in one fucking week because of his obsession with his little special spot of the house. Somehow going there alone with Gus made a wave of arousal hit your senses... God you were going crazy over this guy. You weren't even supposed to think this way... He was your father's best friend, fucking hell.

"Earth to (Y/n)~ You alright, bunny?" Gus asked teasingly waving his massive palm to your face.

"Huh? Sure, yeah? Yeah, why not..."

Gus took a step closer and lifted your chin with one meaty finger, it was hard to see what his unreadable expression hid specially with the cap shading his honey eyes that seemed to glow the longer you two locked eyes. Your hands cupped the hand that held up your chin, the Rican tensed suddenly shocked by the view of your big doe eyes entranced by him and your wet pouty lower lip popping out cutely, the softness of your hands cupping his clammy hand so softly like he was made of porcelain, it was that and the big oversized shirt that gave you a certain innocent look, the whole picture made a chill run down Gus' spine, this was wrong. He swallowed down his disgusting thoughts carefully hidden with an uncharacteristic blank look that made you feel slightly uneasy. He parted his lips, and whispered in a low raspy voice "Niña, why don't ya... Go upstairs, change yourself and join the others in my backyard? I'll uh, take care of the whole ice cream situation." You didn't answer, you were hypnotized by the sound of his voice, the fruity smell of his gel, pool water and sweat and his addicting body warmth. Gus chose to take your silence for an answer, he threw you a quick forced smile averting his heated gaze, his hands hurried away from you to lower down and grab the last two bags, not looking back he begin walking to exit the kitchen's door. Your hand shot to his forearm stopping him abruptly midway.

Keep it together (y/n)...

"My swimwear is still packed on a box in the garage so I'll come along! Surely SuperGus could help a damsel in distress pick a bikini for the party?" You purred passing by his frozen body and blocking his way from the door, he stood there about to say something though he wasn't even sure exactly what but stopped when your hand took a weak grasp of his pastel shirt's edge urging him to once again follow your lead. His smile, previously forced, lit up pushing the apples of his cheeks upwards in a genuine smile making his eyes crinkle at your antics. "Ay bendito... You really need my help with that?" His wavering voice protested, the low sensual tone of it still present.

"Seeing your outfit today I'm sure you'll do great picking a bikini for me." you walked out of the kitchen with him hot on your heels since you were still pulling carefully at his ridiculous shirt. "Never knew you were one to deny a lady's help" you said in fake hurt, he waltzed to meet your steps much closer careful not to bump you with the bags he carried and poked at your ticklish left side making you yelp. "Hey-! Never. It'll be an honor to help you pick your swimwear, bun-bun" Gus said in an overly sweetened voice almost sounding like a parent cooing to his baby. You scrunched your nose and rolled your eyes and he laughed once more with that beautiful childish crackle of his.

Reaching the garage you smacked the light switch, the obnoxious Christmas lights your father decorated the place with twinkled happily almost blinding the garage's yellow bulb giving the space a pub-kind of vibe. Gus' eyes widened and he slowed his steps taking the place in with a flabbergasted gasp.

"Que corrongo-!! Didn't know your viejo had the time to put this place together! Last time I saw it'looked as ugly as the back of a freezer." Gus marvelled inspecting the place, his arms swayed with the weight of the bags as he moved around like a kid on a toy store. You paid little mind to his excited demeanor that worryingly mirrored your dad's the day he finished adding the finishing touches to this hell of a man-cave, as you left Gus day-dreaming while taking care of the ice cream and the freezer in the far corner of the wall you went to seek the box with the rest of your summer clothes.

To Gus, the garage looked like the first tree house your dad and him build as teenagers in the back of his grandmother's house. He placed the two bags on the neatly organized working bench and kneeled to start stocking the ice cream on the low freezer with a soft smile reminiscing the hours they spent there sharing stories, trying their first cigars and first beers, crying about ex girlfriends, eating quesadillas, falsifying their mothers' signatures for school letters and sharing secrets. He sighs thinking about the day he revealed he was seriously pondering the idea of enlisting, how nervous he was of his best friend's reaction after his whole family cloaked him with their overprotectiveness, and the tears of relief when his friend comfortingly patted his shoulder and encouraged him to do what he thought was right "Bud, you are always eager to help everyone. it would suit you alright for sure!" In less than a year Gus ended up studying and working out hard to enlist after he graduated highschool until he fell in love with Alice, his ex wife who forced him to drop his dream in order to replace said dream with hers. Making a family, having a normal peaceful life, being oblivious to the dangers in the world and doing nothing to stop them. Gus wasn't happy about this but he loved his wife too much to complain, it didn't bother him much that your dad didn't get along with Alice nor the cold bite of an "I told you so" he gave Gus the day he found out she was cheating on him with his own college from work, it was the disappointment of your father what made him shudder to this day. The day he divorced his wife was the day awareness struck Gus with force. He cared so much about his best friend's opinion that fixing things with him and reinforcing their friendship was worth ten painful divorces. Your dad was the second most important person in Gustavo's life, the first one being his lovely daughter Maria.

That's why he felt a wave of shame when he finished with the freezer to turn around and be met with the view of your perfect round ass pointing in the air thanks to your crouched position searching for the bikini box. The arousal hit his brain faster than a fucking bullet, his trunks felt tight, his caramel skin clammy, and something seemed to have dropped on his stomach. Though even with the feeling of shame his golden eyes ate up the shape of your bum hungrily without restrain, he wanted to rip that fucking short so bad. He had to bite back a groan and flex his hands nervously trying to get rid of the effect you had on him. Fuck what would your father think of him now...

Unbeknownst to him you knew what you were doing, moving your ass pointlessly here and there, letting out soft sighs and groans of "frustration" for failing to find the bloody box.

"Mae... Need a hand?"

You needed more than his fucking hands for sure.

With a little jump you got to your feet and smiled so sweetly it drove him crazy, "You think SuperGus could help me find the bloody white box?" Gus smiled politely controlling his breathing methodically and killing off the erection by thinking about the elephant in the room, said elephant being the fact that you were his best friend's daughter. Gosh he was a lost cause wasn't he...?

There were a few grocery bags in his path to get to you, so he took them in order to place them to the corner of the table you were now leaning on to support your lower backside. Your hungry eyes did not go unnoticed. Naughty girl...

Naughty girl who did the unthinkable when he was close enough to reach. He grunted in surprise.

Gus' fists clenched on his sides with enough force to break the weak, thin handles of the bags that were abruptly dropped and left laying awkwardly on the floor. The thud of them colliding against the floor however, was not loud enough to break the spell between you two. Your hand gave a tentative squeeze around his soft clothed shaft, his Adam's apple bobbed with a gulp yet he didn't mutter a single word, panic and arousal settled within him when his eyes darted to the nearby wall. You just moved one of your delicate and kissable hands to take a good grip on his half-hard covered cock. Just what the fuck is going on? Has he gone mad? Was this another one of his wet dreams about you? Was he really awake?

Your eyes shot to every small movement from his face searching for any indication that might give away his melting selfcontrol. Gus' eyes were half focused on the wall behind you silently fighting with slow blinks not to look at you nor your sneaky hand, his moustache covered his mouth like a curtain hiding his plush frowned lips you wanted to bite on so badly and his cap shading his golden eyes from the bloody Christmas lights making you frown struggling to find any hint within them of what the hell he was thinking about while you groped his cock.

His chest heaved like that of a man who just ran a marathon, his breaths getting heavier and heavier by the second as your fingers traced and squeezed his bulge paying attention to the head of his dick, you smile as he slowly moved his head up to stare at the ceiling blinking rapidly for a moment with his body still rigid and unwavering a soft almost inaudible whimper scape his mouth that he bit back mauling on his lower lip, his hands shook and clenched so tightly it looked painful.

Yet he did not say a word.

Your greed made you do what you so desperately were craving to for the whole fucking morning and probably since the very first time you saw him shirtless.

You lift part of his shirt with your other unoccupied hand as your right hand palmed and rubbed him more firmly, his hairy abs spasmed at the feel of your fingers squeezing his leaking tip. Your left hand held his shoulder, your thumb keeping the edge of the pink shirt up giving you full view of one of his enormous pectorals and his well-built lower torso. You instinctively licked your lips at the sight of his dark nipple, your hungry stare lifted at the sound of the trembling sigh that fell from his lips. Gus was still standing there unmoving, his skin hot and slick of sweat and pool water, the caramel color gave a certain golden glisten with the small window's light that made it look sinfully delicious, his body was a wall of muscle covered by soft tan skin with one beauty mark here and there, it's dark small curls of hair made it the more tentative to lay your mouth on every inch of his bidy savouring his taste greedily. Never in your life have you felt the urge to lick someone's sweat off until now that you had one of Gustavo's enormous tits inches from your face.

He wanted to say something. That much was clear when his chin lowered the tiniest bit, his hands untensed, Adam's apple bobbed once more then his lips slowly parted, his eyes were sealed shut as if Gus dared to sneak a look at your antics the magic in the air would simply evaporate. You took it as an invitation to keep going. You leaned closer to his pec, the rich smell of his skin invading your senses and the feel of his erect nipple against the teasing grace of your lips made your pussy leak. With your full focus on his bare chest, your right hand abandoned his aching cock and firmly pressed the underside of his massive teat lifting it enough to accommodate his nipple in between your lips. You gave his nipple one wet kiss. Only one. And the contact sparked a shock through his body big enough for him to snap from the frozen trance he was in, Gus' hands shot to take your waist. You expected him to shove you away, but soon one of them travelled to your right hand yanking your wrist downwards redirecting your hand to it's previous position, now his cock was fully erect and it's length and girth made your breath hitch, you took it and his hand that still covered yours urged you to squeeze harder as his muscular thighs parted the tiniest bit as to accommodate your hand giving short slow thrusts against your palm, he sighed in relief ignoring the alarms from the back of his brain.

In a moment your heavy breaths sync, his tearful eyes opened to fully look down at you revealing the hot desire within his dilated pupils, the honey color of them glistened with his tears of shame, his lower lip quivers, the rustling of his swimming trunks as his hips snapped forward and backwards in slow and hard rolling motions against your hand made you bite back a sound. He whimpered.

"How pathetic" his mind lamented , "how beautiful" yours sighed.

And then, your lips babbled a breathless...

"A-ask me to stop."

You don't know what possessed you to say that, wether from his unshed tears or his desperate thrusts against your palm, both of his hands supporting your wrist to apply more pressure against his erection and puffing his chest in a silent beg to feel your mouth around his nipple, perhaps a combination of all those reckless gestures and adorable expression made you mumble that.

"(Y/n)..." His voice was liquid honey just like his tearful eyes still shadowed by his stupid pink cap. His lips quivered once more, he wanted to kiss you so badly, he wanted to thrust his chest on your mouth, he wanted to feel your wet cavern around his cock, your teeth abusing the supple flesh of his chest, your eyes to never leave his, your voice to grant him the pleasure of hearing your moans of his name, for him to keep going, to make you HIS. Not to ask him to deny your desires, keep ignoring the cries of your hearts every time one of you met the other in any other place with some other person present. He was finally alone with you, the moment you said your mother wasn't here and knowing your father sent him, it was like the stars alined finally gifting you both the moment you had been desperately craving. Gus felt like this whole hour was a fucking dream, when you touched his member was like you hauled him high into the heavens to finally, FINALLY make the move he had been fantasizing to make for a long time.

"Please, I... Just say it..." Your voice whispered softly. You can't mutter those words while you keep masturbating him and instantly mouth down his chest french-kissing the hell out of his nipple without expecting him to moan so shamefully throwing his head back blinded by the overwhelming feeling of your warm tongue and eager hands. He felt young again, when he sneaked out of class to meet his little girlfriends and make out in some hidden corner of the school.

But this time it was different, it was better but also worse because it was YOU.

Gus had you caged against the table hauling you up to sit on the edge, your legs found their place around his hips, your mouth abandoned his tit with a wet, loud pop to moan at the feeling of his big hands cupping your lower back and pulling you impossibly closer to thrust his erection against your covered pussy ruining with your own fluids those slutty shorts he was seconds closer to rip off with his mouth.

"Kiss me, carajo... Just- just kiss me."

Kiss me, let's try to forget we are not supposed to do this. Let's pretend we are not in a rush to meet the others at the pool. Let's pretend you are not my best friend's daughter, let's pretend your family hold so much trust in me they made you and your little sister call me uncle Gus without knowing uncle Gus touched himself every night at the thought of you, of how much you had grown and matured, the way you clearly desired him too. He didn't know of the nights you touched yourself begging any deity to carry you back in time and give your eighteen year old past self enough courage to had asked him to be your first instead of the toxic boy from highschool you ended up being years with and eventually moving in together, you remember imagining Gus' face every time you made love to your ex. But there was no need anymore. Not when he was here dry humping you and whimpering your name right next to your ear like a horny teenager.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, you were a panting mess thanks to Gus' cock humping your covered sex into oblivion making the table rattle violently at the force of his thrusts. You were about to launch for his lips already imagining the ticklish yet stinging feel of his facial hair on your delicate skin when his hands gripped your shoulders to move you further from his face stopping his thrusts compleatly. You blinked in surprise still panting and confused, his movements had slowed down, he was panting as well with eyes wide in alarm. His head shot to the side when silence engulfed you, your heart broke thinking of his rejection but then you heard it as well. Small steps rushing to the garage's door.

Gus rushed backwards leaving you breathless and astonished still processing just what the hell was going on with your pulses loud in your eardrums.

"There you are uncle Gus! (Y/n)? What are you two doing here?" A

Brianna rushed downstairs to meet you two, her chanclas making a funny clapping noise against the garage's floor when she got to your side. Gus was quick to rearrange his pants hardly covering the enormous erection on the front.

"Brianna-" you growled but Gus interrupted in a rush "honey, you are not supposed t'be here. Did you come all this way from the party? We-we were stocking the snacks."

Your little sister had a funny look on her face like something wasn't quiet settling well within her at the excuse. She was too smart for her own good at times. "Yeah, well. Maria wanted me to tell you her mom was back?" Your sister said, Gus' spine straightened, his boner now definitely died as his brain dissected her words. His face changed compleatly, he looked serious and cold it kind of startled you both how quickly he went from flustered to serious in a matter of seconds.

"Also, (y/n) I'm gonna snitch on you! I told you to stop leaving your ugly swimsuits on my wardrobe!!" You no longer gave a crap about your sister accidentally uncovering your lie about the placement of your swimwear too concerned on how Gus took the information she just spilled about his ex wife.

"I'm gonna dress up..." You said jumping off the table's edge. "Gus, you alright?"

Your hand trailed to touch him, to make yourself known, to reassure him he wasn't alone in this... But you stopped yourself before reaching his shoulder, of course he noticed and understood, but it broke you to see a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

He exhaled, his body was tense all over again but not like moments before, it was the ugly reminder that he himself invited the woman previously mentioned to spend a fun day with her ex neighbours and their child. How could he have forgotten? Fuck...

"Si, bunny. Get yourself ready, we'll wait for you downstairs yeah?" The yeah was said softly, a discreet way of confirming this wasn't over. You sighed in relief, gave him a tight-lipped smile and left with your sister pushing and pulling you annoyingly. The little monster was a cockblock she wouldn't live that one down for sure.

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There was cheerful music to keep the mood of the party lively sounding from Gus' monster Smart TV in the living room the windows were open so the music would be heard all over the place, snacks hanged around in tiny plates here and there for people to mix up with the bbq your dad and some other guy was preparing, conversatios were heard here and there, all the neighbours seemed to be making themselves comfy in the Rodriguez residence.

The backyard, the living room and the kitchen had guests scattered here and there moving around to greet and talk to each other, the moms had long arrived before you guys made it back to the party. Your group of three dispersed, Gus rushing to greet the new guests whispering a low "see you around, bunnies" and Brianna ran past everyone to the backyard compleatly ignoring the chorus of coos and hellos from your neighbours. You decided to follow after her a little put off by the amount of people locked in one room.

Little children splashed water, chased each other and generally just had the greatest fun together under the summer sun, your little sister didn't waste a second before joining them and look around for Maria. You found the girl before she could, she was sitting on the swing, with her adorable curly ponytails swaying back and forth with her movements. She was breathtaking, her hair and fair skin resembled her father and her bright olive eyes and freckles were a perfect copy of her mother's.

You remember seeing a picture of them three on a wall when you passed the bathroom's hallway the first time you visited Gustavo's house with your dad. You also remember catching him staring at the picture more than once with his back always facing you, you wonder just what exactly his heart and mind whispered to him everytime he saw that happy moment with his wife photographed and hanged on the wall when his family was whole. Perhaps... He was happier then than he is now.

Gus showed up rushing to tickle his daughter's side making the girl burst into giggles and cry out at her daddy for picking her up like a baby right in front of her friends, Gus of course didn't listen, he digged his moustache on Maria's chubby cheek kissing her soundly, her pink Barbie dress catching on her father's strong arm. Until another person joined them, a woman with forest eyes, blonde short hair and a matching pink shirt with the barbie logo on it.

Gus' smile looked genuine thanks to his daughter's presence, but it was different than the one he had on the picture. His ex wife sat on the other swing with Maria rushing to hug her mother tightly. In the tender scenario they looked like a happy family again, you could tell by the longing on his ex's eyes she had missed him, and even by the distance you could tell your sweet neighbor reciprocated such feeling. And that made something churn uncomfortably on your stomach.

For a moment you allowed the little demon living inside your head to spurt it's evil comments.

"He is too good for you, you are no match for her, you will never be what he needs, what he truly deserves."

You will never be enough. You weren't enough for Brad, that idiot you wasted years of your life with and you will surely not be enough for a man such as Gustavo.

But yet again you were looking at things too deeply again, right? Fuck... You would kill to be at his ex wife's place right now, cradling a daughter you will surely never have, Gustavo's strong arms wrapping around you into a warm welcoming hug. But then again, they were separated , surely you were looking too deeply into things.

Minutes turned into hours.

Your dad was laughing and talking in the pool with the other dads and some other moms, some of the kids were napping on Gus' guest room and others were playing card games with the old retired police sarge who you believe is Gus' old mentor, some other kids were bathing with the dads or enjoying some leftovers.

Even the pizza guy eventually joined the party because that was Gustavo Rodríguez's magic! He could talk anyone into joining him to an asado or simply chill out. The pizza guy, Eric, quickly became your company for the party because as much as you wanted to rush to Gustavo's side everytime he passed by, the presence of his ex wife trailing behind stopped you from doing so. You weren't exactly a social butterfly, you were fine with gatherings but didn't truly have many friends here in this side of the town, you left them all behind when your broke up with your boyfriend. Eric was a little younger than you and a nice kid for sure, he worked delivering pizza at his uncle's pizzeria while he dealt with whatever he was studying, you wanted to pay attention to what he shared you truly did. But the feeling of Gus' eyes on you when he thought you weren't watching distracted your already foggy mind.

You two were sitting on two abandoned plastic chairs near a group of adults who talked and laugh loudly over the music, the atmosphere was still cheerful yet you could feel your own tension and jealousy rising the longer you paid unconscious attention to Alice playing Mrs. Rodriguez catching up with her old neighbours and Gustavo, laughing and batting her eyelashes like she was at her own element.

"You look beautiful, by the way."

Huh?

"What?" You looked at Eric apologetically clutching your drink with both hands and adjusting yourself in the suddenly uncomfortable chair. He let scape a sincere smile, tender like his pink cheeks, soft like his wild lilac-tainted locks. His eyes looked tired, surely because of the many hours of study and work the poor boy spent squeezing on his already tight agenda, your throat constricted at the urge of tenderly dragging the pad of your thumb under his eye bags.

"Beautiful, you look beautiful." Your heart fluttered uncomfortably, it wasn't common for you to get complimented, not because you looked bad but because you barely interacted with anyone, yet those words... those words were spoken by the wrong lips, only one man could make your heart squeeze JUST right by saying them.

The man in question was currently man-spreading on one of the few dry chairs like a king on his throne, his hand squeezed an armrest and the other one supported his cheek as he pretended to listen at what the hell his ex wife has been telling him for this past hour. He truly was trying to listen to her, there were so many conversations piling on each other, many words were spoken here and there and somehow the moment Eric spoke that sentence so casually to none other than you, his interest perked. He didn't straight up throw daggers at Eric (like you wished he had), but he straightened up the tiniest bit from his relaxed posture, his calm face turning a little hard, no one could tell the change but his ex wife who massaged his shoulder in order to ease him into sharing what was bugging him.

That in exchange made you lean closer to Eric and dismiss his compliment entirely laughing like a fluttered teenager. Even your parents arched a brow at this but honestly? Your selfishness won over, you wanted some short of payback for the uncomfortable feeling of jealousy settling in your gut at the view of Alice eating up all of Gus' attention to the point that some guests even thought they actually came back together. If only they knew...

Wait, if only they knew what? There's nothing to fucking know... But GOD, for real?

Was this really the woman who cheated on Gustavo? Because her puppy demeanor sure as hell contradicted her interest for other men. Gus played nice in return, friendly, kind and familiar. The good old Gus, the Gus everyone knows and who knows everyone. But he never pushed away the moves Alice made to hint him to save all of his attention for her.

The subtle smiles? He would smile back tenderly.

The winks here and there? He stick out his tongue playfully.

The brushes here and there? He would offer his arm for her to take and be guided by him around the crowd like a princess.

That fucking thing she was doing right now? The way she was playing with his locks, twirling, brushing and playfully pulling on his charcoal curls... he shook his head like dog with an adorable squint and Alice laughed in awe by his adorable response and at the sound of this his arm went to the backrest of her chair.

You couldn't help it.

Your abruptly stand almost knocking Eric off of his chair who was too fucking close to you, your lungs surely had been breathing his exhales for half an hour.

"Everyone, i'm on ice cream duty. I'll be back right back alright?"

You were met with chorus of grown-ass adults and children cheering for the frozen goodies, your mother stood up quickly and squeezed your arm.

"Darling enjoy the party, I'll deal with the snacks at home alright?" Your mom gave you a little smile sneaking a look at Eric.

There is no way your mom is trying to set you up with someone. Not the fucking pizza guy, mom. JESUS.

"Mom I think I'm cool, I'll be right-"

"Nonsense!"

You were not going to argue with your mother about this so you gulped down any forming protest and sat down with a defeated look.

Your mother went past you to leave for ice cream duty, the conversations seemed to just get louder, Alice never for a fucking second stopped talking with Gus and now was massaging one of his hands concretely his ring finger as he looked down to their conjoined hands carefully picking up what she was whispering, Maria and Brianna started chasing around Gus' poor old dog almost knocking the drinks from the table, Eric's chair rattled like nails on a bloody blackboard when he closed the distance again, he was hot yeah but his pizza breath and obvious hints for you to leave the party with him right in front of your glaring father were starting to drive you crazy. So with no excuse left to say, you stood up again and walked inside the house.

You ignored a few questioning looks, surely your body language made clear to any bystander you needed to be alone for a fucking minute. Somehow the convention of... of pretty much everything at the party was doing something to your head because you felt so tired, so overwhelmed that taking a breather on the front porch of the house was a must.

You caught some guests at the door making way for them to get inside after their short smoking break, you gave them a forced smile as you passed them by walking towards the grass and sat down.

Your brain was foggy or perhaps empty? You couldn't tell, the only thing you knew for certain was that this party was too much after the moment you had with Gus back home.

A shaky sight broke out of you, your arms wrapped around your shoulders failing to push down the ugly chill that ran through your spine.

And then a question popped in you head.

Were you okay with what happend? You were, gosh... Gus was a good man, a kind man, he was attractive and worked tirelessly to make everyone's life easier specially for his daughter.

But was he okay with this?... What if he was second-guessing himself and what happened? What if he was going all soft and tender over his ex wife because of the guilt he felt?

Imagining Gus' sweet face twisted in a heartbreaking expression of hurt and disconfort made your heart crack. What if he was ignoring you on purpose? What if he chose to stop fucking talking to you? What if he thought you were messing with him? He has a reputation around the neighborhood, the sweet single dad from Costa Rica with a heart of gold and amazing cooking skills. Maybe he thought you wanted to crack into that beautiful picture everyone had of him, made every single person in this neighborhood, maybe in his job or even his family back in his country think he was a monster who seduced his best friend's daughter into fooling around.

Fuck ... fuck...

You thought of your ex boyfriend throwing your stuff out of the window of your last home, throwing you to the streets. Maybe he saw what you did not see in yourself... A selfish prick.

Your eyes squeeze when you bite back a whimper digging your chin to your chest, lowering your head in between your knees, your arms wrapping around your legs in support.

"Mami, hey ..."

You didn't hear him come, his chanclas were left next to the front door he had walked the grass barefooted and approached you, his giant shade shielding you from the dying sun. You didn't move a muscle nor dared to speak not trusting your voice right now, you couldn't even find a reason to explain just why the fuck you were feeling this way.

Suddenly the air changed, a fruity smell delightfully hit your senses and it made you rise your head a little from your crouched position, your eyes peaking from your locks. Gus was kneeling in front of you with the sweetest smile you had ever fucking witnessed, his big moustache was no match to cover the smile that stretched his cheeks upwards, his half moon-shaped eyes crinkled adorably. His cap was off must have left it with Alice, wild curls rained down his sides and swayed with the gentle summer breeze of the upcoming night. You wanted to cry there. He was simply so angelic... Was he here to confirm your fears? To break the news of his discomfort about the whole situation back in the garage?

"Gus I..." he hushed you, both of his hands cupping your cheeks successfully lifting your head compleatly. His smiled upturned the tiniest bit as his golden eyes inspected you in silence, you blushed.

In a blink your bodies moved, you went to kneel with the aid of his hands now holding you carefully close like a wounded dove. His body heat felt too wonderful to be real, you two embraced there. For anyone passing this was a normal comforting hug between two friends. But for you it meant much more. Gosh, how delusional are you?

Gus knew what he was doing, he understood you needed space but he also knew you didn't quite want it. He understood the important of silence, that some words couldn't simply describe thoughts and feelings of one's self. His arms wrapped loosely around your kneeled form, but you pressed your face agaibst his chest firmly demanding more pressure, he obliged.

Soon enough you two cuddled on the grass, your arms around his neck and face pressed against his skin, trying to blind your senses with his scent and heat, he was caressing your thigh drawing mindless patterns with his fingers, his other hand supporting himself from the grass, the rican's soft hum rattled his chest and throat like a purr. He was humming Yellow by Coldplay, a song you were fairly certain your sister picked because she was a huge Coldplay fan.

You hummed along, making him smile once more, he rocked you both along the song with his eyes closed shut.

But soon a russtle under him made his eyelids flutter open meeting your face looking up at him. He lifted his hand brushing your cheek lightly, at that point the ugly demon nesting on your brain had dozed off, the remnants of the past ugly thoughts had left you feeling tired and dizzy, or perhaps it was Gus' sweet scent. Or maybe the way he was softly looking at you.

Or the realization that the way he was looking at you now wasn't at all like the image you painted in your head with his expression broken and betrayed, no. He looked at you with softness, with care, love. His eyes sparkled the same way like the younger more inexperienced Gus from the family picture on the bathroom's hallway did.

His forehead pressed against yours, your noses nuzzled when you moved your head side to side, a chuckle erupting from him at this little gesture. He looked awestruck, the light had dimmed then, like the sun had hid it's light on his eyes and he never made a move to redirect it from your face, from your lips...

Your hand trembled lightly when you cupped his cheek and nuzzled his face the way he did to yours. He closed his eyes then and so did you.

Words were not needed when you could hear both of your hearts beating the same way at the same time. How your pulse quickened when his lips finally touched yours sealing your worries away, the soft grass and Yellow sounding in the background were the only things keeping you from floating away. Gus lips felt so fucking plush and perfect against your own, and the millisecond after you kissed him a little harder a dreamy little hum scaped him, his hands squeezing your cheek as yours found their way tangled on his locks at the back of his neck. Fuck he tasted too good, you needed more.

But your pulse dropped the moment you heard an ice cream container hit the pavement.

Your mother's eyes eating the image before her, his expression almost unsurprised. Almost.

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"He's staring again," Soap whispered.

You looked to the right side of the other table. Your hungry comrades were stuffing their guts with apple pie, a special treat from Price after a mission well done. Right amongst them a soldier with a black beret was facing down his plate, he didn't even touch his portion but was holding his fork firmly, his eyes were fixed on you.

He looked at you like you were prey and that slightly amused you since you were part of the 141 and every other soldier would not dare hold such an intense stare... But there was something else... Something hidden in those brown eyes, you held his stare as you chugged your water bottle. He finally picked a piece of his meal and put it in his mouth slowly chewing on it, savouring the tasty treat and later make a show of licking his lower lip sensually just for you.

Oh god...

You squeezed your thighs together under the table, he seemed to notice because one side of his moustache lifted into an amused crocked smile. Soon a fellow soldier snapped him out of the trance initiating conversation.

You bit down a smile of your own and Soap gawked at the whole interaction.

"What the hell was that, lass?" You ignored him "You wouldn't-" "I would. I will..." You interrupted him. The Scott chuckled and shook his head "Damn (y/n), who knew you'd have a freaky side?"

Regret clouded your head, you wanted to slap yourself for opening up a little too much to Soap about your sexual life hours prior, specially about mentioning how needy you have been feeling lately... You said it was just hormones but he made a point saying that basically living inside a base filled with men, most of them bloody attractive, didn't help at all. Shut up John...

You shoved a piece of pie to his mouth and followed his chuckle with one of your own "To your information, i am as capable of rizzing anyone as any of you lot~" As soon as you said that your eyes waltzed to the eye candy of a man from the other table, he was returning the stare a millisecond later like he already knew you'd look.

He seemed a little more determined to make a move this time. You gave him a little nod, he returned it, lifted a brow and tilted his head to the side pointing at the exit on the hall. Right to the point, huh?

Message received.

You wiped your mouth and dropped the napkin to your plate abruptly standing up and carrying it to the trashcan. Soap snorted and the others' questions to where you were going or quick goodbyes were ignored completely, your attention fully focused on the now grinning Puerto Rican guy whose eyes never left your form as you moved through the room.

You could already feel your arousal at the feeling of anticipation for what's to come.

The door of the cafeteria closed as you walked through the hall but you heard it reopen just when you reached the ladies bathroom's door. You smirked.

Walking in, you were facing the wall, the door casually opened and closed behind and seconds later it opened and closed once more.

You turned around, the smirk in your face never fading, and saw the tanned man staring down at you seemingly casual about the whole thing, his face expression looked relaxed but a focused gaze on you failed to hide his giddiness. His arms stayed behind his back, palms pressed against the closed door as to remark there was no scape.

My, my~

God you didn't even know his name, how exciting! You felt like a horny teenager again.

When he took a step closer eyes filled with desire, you stomped towards him. He seemed a little startled at the sudden movement but smiled and tilted his head downwards when you were inches away, noses and foreheads pressed against each other. He drowned in your eyes and you did the same.

How curious... His eyes looked like a dark brown a second ago, but now from this distance you could see the honey color in them, like liquid gold. It made a gorgeous contrast with his brown skin, you felt like staring at them forever.

His hands went to your waist breaking the spell and you moved yours to cup his cheeks, his stubble tickled your palms, your breaths mixed... What was on his mind right now? What was on YOURS? You licked your lips.

Hunger.

You didn't even finish the bloody pie. But honestly you wanted to sink your fangs into him, not the food.

There was a second of hesitation.

He blinked and so did you, his lips parted and so did yours.

Soon your mouths moulded together in a passionate kiss, his moustache tickled your face deliciously just like his hands as they roamed your body never going further down your lower back (ever the gentleman considering the situation...). His smell was intoxicating, a masculine cologne with such a fresh and sugary hint, it made you feel like you were floating.

And his lips... He tasted delicious, the apple pie worked it's magic quickly making you addicted to his taste, those soft and plump lips of his pressed against yours more firmly as you walked backwards to one of the cubicles. His hot tongue melded with yours in a sensual dance that caused drool to scape your lips, neither of you cared... In fact, you started to like the mess so much you begun sucking on his tongue vigorously making him drop gutural growls and pants.

God, this man....

His hands ever so carefully guide you inside the cubicle you picked, you squeezed his arm hinting him to turn around never breaking the kiss that right now was just a mess of tongues and teeth.

You squirmed a little trying to blindly lock the door. He was getting you so riled up you couldn't even find the bloody lock so with a groan and a muttered apology you gave him a quick peck to his open panting mouth, a string of saliva still connecting your lips, and turned around to work the fucking door closed.

When you turned to him you took a chance to inspect the nameless soldier,

His half lidded eyes hid certain nervousness, a soft blush adorned his dark skin, his gorgeous lips were puffy and red form the delicious makeout session you just had, he was half seated on the toilet but slowly rose to a more straighten stance as he recovered his breath, one of his big hands discreetly covered the forming bulge from his pants playing it as if he was fixing his attire. There was a slight aura of innocence and shyness that broke through his silent, tough guy facade and you felt yourself salivating from more holes than one, you couldn't deny... The man already looked more appetizing than Price's apple pie.

...He looked... So bloody gorgeous... Specially when he took his beret off putting it to the side, and dark wavy hair cascaded off of it like a river of obsidian. You desperately wanted to run your fingers through his curly locks wondering what other sounds he would please you ears with if you pulled hard enough.

He was looking at you, analyzing you, taking you in. He looked shy, the remnants of the determined looking man from before seemed to have faded the moment you hid yourselves from the world inside one white cubicle of the ladies' bathroom. Now he seemed to be the prey and you the hunter blocking the only scape he had just like he did when he walked in.

The suddenly nervous Costa Rican gulped and slowly lifted his hand hesitantly, to all the places you expected him to touch you right now he decided to palm your left breast through your uniform.

His eyes widened, you looked up at him in question, he seemed to panic a little.

Is he okay? Has he ever touched a woman before?

"Hi." You whispered.

"Hello-" he whispered back.

"Your hand's on my tit." The whispering game continued.

He snatches his hand back. You grab it and put it back over your breast. His hand is softer than it looks, and now it's sweaty over your perky nipple.

"Have you ever done this before?" You say with a soft smile calming your own nerves knowing it'll only make him even more nervous. He was so damn adorable you couldn't believe this was real and not a fever dream product of your captain's magical apple pie...

He was blushing like a schoolboy but you didn't dare push it, the last thing you wanted was to scare him off and he already looked like a shaking leaf. His lower lip pouted a little through his groomed moustache as he took your words in, shook his head and answered rather quick.

"i mean Si-... Yes! I just- yeah... Pasó mucho tiempo. Long time...." He nodded, his accent thick. Apparently it's been a while since he had done this as well, you realized you two were in the same page.

A light chuckle scaped your lips and he smiled softly, he didn't take offense on your laughter, infact his shoulders seemed to relax the slightest, maybe realizing the same thing you did.

The silence returned but it was a warm one, his soft expression soon hid light dominance, the same one he had when he entered the bathroom searching for you. This is what he needed, the confort of knowing that, as casual as all of this encounter was, you still both were strangers but were willing to understand one another and make sure you were confortable through this whole thing. You needed this as well, as cocky as you turned out to be with Soap... It's been a long time...

His hand palmed your breast a little more firmly his other hand soon traveled to your bottom, one of your hands pressed his firmer to take a good handful of your ass before wrapping your arms around his neck. Your breaths hitched when he pressed himself to you, the door lightly shook at the push of two bodies colliding against it.

That's when you felt it. Your right hand traveled downwards to palm his achingly hard cock, you couldn't help the gasp you made when you felt his size... You saw a fraction of his cocky smile before he lowered his mouth to attack your neck with kisses, small bites and hard drags of his tongue. His fingers pinched your hardening nipple and his other hand quickly occupied itself pressing your ass against his pelvis.

Your soft moans were music to his ears as he dragged his clothed erection slowly but painfully hard against your wet pussy. You welcomed the delightful pain. Your fingers dig into his jacket trying to press him closer desperate to jump to the main event before someone entered the fucking bathroom.

Both of his hands were now on your ass slowly lifting you until you wrapped your legs around his waist. The handsome soldier started rocking your bodies into an exquisite slow dance, both of your genitalia weeping and swollen from the friction made your clothes feel sticky and annoying.

Your lips kissed once more, this time slower almost romantically and to the rhythm of your joined teasing thrusts, soon the friction created was so fucking and your muffled meowls were getting so addicting he couldn't help but slightly increase the pace.

The feeling of your wet panties sticking through your pants turned to be much more annoying than before, but he was a greedy soldier. He wasn't going to let you jump to the main course so quickly... He wanted to savour you a little longer, so he distracted your annoyance by harshly bouncing your ass a little faster, his cock crushing your clit juuuust the way you needed and just when you were about to moan shamelessly much louder than before, he stuffed your mouth with his tongue almost making you gag at the sudden intrusion, Oh my...

Your tongue fought for dominance against his, a fight so messy the lower half of your faces again turned sticky and wet of your joined saliva. The sounds of your open mouthed moans and gags everytime one of you got a little excited with their tongue filled the quiet bathroom.

His thrusts were getting painful for both of you a shared bitten hiss at the feeling of your clothes biting on your heated skin. You both looked into each other's eyes, the raven haired man gave you a determinated look that was met with an affirmative smile from your side.

You were positively surprised by how well you two communicated without even saying a word. You were thankful to have picked this soldier for your little adventure.

"Cariño..." He whispered, his sweet as honey voice was melting your heart.

"I'm a little big... We'll have to work on stretching you out..." Why were you two even whispering? Could anyone even hear you? Still, it felt nice, more intimate.

"How big are we talking, handsome? Should I worry?" You joked and he smiled bashfully.

Then his eyes looked down at his pants as the belt clank when he undid it, you unwrapped yourself from him and gave him some space to work on his pants, he still stepped back to you never wanting to lose any short of physical contact. One hand held your waist, another slowly moved down the higher part of his pants and boxers.

A happy trail of dark curly hairs decorated the visible skin, and as if time had slowed down his hand moved to pull out his dick and the fucking sound it made as his erection flicked up hitting his stomach made you audibly gasp.

He wasn't monstrously large but that... Scratch that, he was. This has to be one of the thickest and longest cocks you have ever seen out of screen.

He was easily... What? Ten inches large? And his girth was impressive as well. You contemplated on measuring it with your forearm but fought the urge to do it.

His charming chuckle broke your shock "You okay there?"

Are you kidding me? No? You felt intimidated... And intrigued... And your pussy was stretching around absolutely nothing and it was infuriating.

Your hands wrapped around it and have him a few teasing pumps, he hummed and parted his lips, desire was evident when a few droplets of precum met your finger pads.

"Trust me, i am more than ready." You didn't sound very convinced. He raised a brow with a worried expression but took your word for it.

"Alright, come. Set the pace." He sat on the toilet, his hands now working on your pants eagerly. You both couldn't have one more second of foreplay... The tension was heavy and so were your arousals.

You kicked your pants off and your panties soon followed, he took them from you and placed them inside his pocket, you didn't give enough of a flying fuck to comment on it. The only thought you had was sitting on that rock hard worryingly enormous dick.

Both of your legs went to each of his sides, he guided your hips down slowly and you supported yourself placing both hands on his shoulders. Your noses touched and breaths mixed as the head of his dick missed your hole and rubbed your clit instead. You gave it a teasing roll of your hips but soon lifted yourself and sank to trap the head between your lips.

His fingers dig into your skin. "Slow... Slow, preciosa" you kissed his stupidly adorable moustache and his lips keeping them still and pressed against him as you slowly sank your hips down to him. Your greedy hole sucked his cock in and damn... He was thick alright. He whimpered a little and you bit down your moan when his cock kept slowly sliding in.

You had to bite his shoulder or else you'd moan loudly in complete delight, his member never seemed to fucking end until you felt it bottom out. Your insides felt so full and his pubic hair tickled your skin, it was so much... Your eyes met, he was panting with his mouth completely opened.

You dared a look down and he did the same, a little gasp at the view made him smile in pride at the sight of your tiny pussy swallowing greedily his thick cock, the base completely flushed against you and a bulge in your lower tummy he gently touched.

"Look how nicely you took me, my good girl... Are you ready for me? Are you ready for daddy's big fat cock to rearrange your insides?"

You were already so high on each other you let out the most cock-drunk giggle you could muster only adding to his arousal. You felt his dick twitch inside of you when you moved to press yourself firmer against him, tits flushed to his chest and mouths kissing roughly and messily feeling the delicious sting of his facial hair pinching your lower face, but that ache and the one on your cervix was welcomed and muted by your growing arousal.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and moved your hips. To hell with letting you set the pace, your tiny little pussy and addicting tongue were driving him mad. He needed you. NOW.

He snapped his hips upwards making you yelp, the pain sink into your insides but you didn't care, you sat harshly against his cock, your tits bounced under your shirt with every harsh bounce on his lap. His patience grew thin the higher your pain-pleasured meowls got, your hips kept a harsh steady pace. He guided your hips with his hands to press his dick a little deeper kissing the entrance of your cervix harshly, you whined and winced but whispered to his ear your need.

He growled loudly the moment you whispered for him to take you right there.

His body caged you against the door once more, your legs wrapped around him again, you feared the bloody door would fall off and he seemed to think the exact same thing when he gently moved out of your pussy, turned you around and had you recline a little.

"Ass up baby girl... That's it."

Your ass wiggled a little at the harsh slap he landed on each cheek with a charming laughter, he was loving every part of your body he could see without clothing so far. He slapped your weeping entrance with his heavy cock and entered you much more easily than before.

You didn't hide your mutual moans of relief when he bottomed inside of you and instantly started snapping his hips against your ass, both of his hands went back to your hips to guide you to meet his needy thrusts. His bulky form soon lowered to your slightly bended body, you felt his chest against your back, your tits getting massaged by his big hands and his lips nipping at your neck.

His balls slapped against your ass when his angle slightly changed hitting a particular spongy spot that had your eyes rolling back “Ah-nh! Fuck! Yes yes yes yes yes-” The mewling whine that pulls from your throat quickly fades to a continuous stream of moans and whimpers, his ministrations ushering you out of your mind as you rapidly ascend the heights.

His panting turned into more vocal growls and grunts and he sunk his teeth into your shoulder.

The feeling of his massive cock stretching your pussy like this and his big heavy balls moving against you promising a sweet heavy load reserved just for you, made difficult to give a fuck about the noise you two were making. So you went with it and said fuck it all.

"Mark me, daddy. Fuck me like you mean it... Fuck this little pussy-" he interrupted your sentence loudly growling next to your ear, drunken of desire and sex.

His hips pistoned against yours so hard you had to bite down your screams. He fucked you hard and mercilessly, like your pussy was a stuck cabinet that wouldn't bug to close properly.

The entire cubicle shook with the brute force of this man's thrusts, at this point you were surprised your choked moans and yelps along his loud pants, growls and grunts didn't alert anyone that walked near the bathroom. Who cares?

You swore you could feel his balls pulsating as he fucked you dumb against the wall, his nails dig into your flesh adding to your pleasure, hopefully he would leave them marked so you could remember your little adventure. Your orgasm was approaching, the bubble growing impossibly big and about to burst. He could feel his end was nearing as well.

Your sinful moans got louder by the minute. That was until-

The door of the bathroom swings open, a small chattering group entering your improvised love nest.

He yanks your hair back and covers your mouth with his open palm, his teeth sunk into your shoulder breaking skin and drawing droplets of blood when the bubble completely exploded into a shaking orgasm, your eyes rolled back and you two came hard against each other. His love juices coated your walls, his balls emptying inside of you.

The voices of the ladies that chatted clueless of what was happening a few feet away from them continued, but your ears barely picked any noise at all. Your thighs shook violently and your pussy strangled the soldier's dick, his balls got completely milked and he hissed.

The feeling of his softening dick dragging away from your pussy made you shudder, you panted as quietly as possible when you felt him move away from you. You internally whined at the loss of contact.

He quickly reached back for the paper roll laying on the side and cleaned you gently. His mouth was back on you, his lips pressing softly down your wounded shoulder licking the little stains of blood, one of his hands massaged your swollen pussy lips as the other swiped the river of cum that cascaded from your abused pussy. You lifted your head slightly to the side and smiled back at him, he gave you the sweetest smile of his own.

Once cleaned, you put back your clothes as quietly as you could when you felt him hold you against him in a warm embrace. His nose dragged along your neck basking in your scent mixed with his, you ran your hands through his sweaty locks and just when he was about to passionately kiss you he stopped to listen-

"Yeah well he better be back. He's on cleaning duty."

"Who?"

"Who's gonna be? Gustavo fucking Rodriguez. Price is already fuming... I wonder what his next punishment will be when the captain sees he's missing."

Gustavo Rodriguez? That's his name?

Well that's one way to find out.

Gus' widened eyes almost made you crackle up, he looked like a looney toon about to explode from the building anxiety of a promised scenario of one angry Price scolding him like a child who skipped curfew.

"I'm so sorry... I gotta get out of here or the Capitan will surely have my head on a stick-" he whispered alarmed.

You hushed him with a kiss, both palms squishing his puffy cheeks, and nuzzled his nose with yours lovingly. He instantly melted at your loving gesture but focused on your finger when you pointed up at the top window in the corner.

A clear scape from an awkward encounter with the gossiping ladies.

"Think you can fit there?" You whispered smirking at the image of the bulky man crawling through the small window.

"I've entered tighter holes." Gus winked and you playfully punched his shoulder.

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