#reyesxscott

One of the worse things about being Pathfinder—aside from the whole AI that can kill you in your head thing, though Scott wouldn’t say that’s always a bad thing—is the absolute lack of privacy.

He doesn’t even have his own bathroom on the Tempest. He has to share with the entire crew. Which wouldn’t be a problem, but the entire crew isn’t sneaking on Initiative exiles. It means early mornings making breakfast in the cramped Tempest kitchen while watching across the hall to make sure no one walks in on Reyes.

He busies himself with toasts and eggs, hums under his breath, and checks behind him every once in a while for the crew.

“I didn’t know you could sing,” someone says, when Scott’s got his back turned. Arms slide around his waist, and breath tickles his ear. “What else are you hiding?”

(Boo you have the BEST ideas) So, yes, absolutely. Reyes is smart and that sort of intelligence is gonna lend itself well to their trysts once he figures out just how much control SAM actually has over Scott’s body. I imagine he’d spring it on Scott, without much warning, during one late night vid call when Scott just seems to need more than Reyes’ words. 

“Relax, cariño, you’ll get nowhere if you keep thinking.”

“I can’t--” Scott whines, fingers almost too harsh on his cock, knuckles white and body locked into a painful curl as he tries to force himself over the edge.

“You can, I have faith that you can. But there is no point in pushing yourself. Take your hand off yourself. Relax for me.”

Scott complies with a grimace, cock bouncing obscenely between his thighs, red and aching and dripping, and slants a look at Reyes through narrowed eyes. He’s practically vibrating with tension, with the need to come, so desperate Reyes feels a pang of pity.

How could he not have seen it sooner?

“I want you to trust me. Imagine that I’m there with you, stroking over your thighs, like calming a tense pet. And you are such a good pet, Scott.”

Reyes sees when SAM picks up on the meaningful stare he shoots past Scott’s shoulder, at the glowing orb in the background, and watches as Scott’s head falls back on a gasp, thighs twitching from phantom hands.

“What are--SAM!” Scott’s eyes peel wide, something almost guilty in their depths as he meets Reyes’ gaze.

“My love,” Reyes purrs, his own need forgotten as he links his fingers and props them under his chin, offering up a soft smile that makes Scott sink back in his chair. “Did you think I would reject this? I love every part of you, Scott, including SAM. And he proves to be...helpful, no?”

Scott doesn’t answer nor does SAM pipe up, as he usually does when he’s discussed, but Scott jolts and claws at the arms of his chair, thrusting up into whatever sensation SAM is providing. 

Reyes had never been one to dwell on the passage of time. Not in any significant way at least. This had worked out until one Scott Ryder strolled into his room at Tartarus and turned his world on it’s head. Reyes had always assumed he had very specific taste in men and military issue ‘pretty boy’ wasn’t it.

But Scott Ryder. With his bright eyes and the playful smile that could light up a room? The gorgeous boy who made no secret of it the first time he gave Reyes the once over and started flirting as easy as he breathed. There was no good reason for him to be attracted to the Pathfinder and yet he was.

And by god did he want him something fierce.

The moments they’d managed to steal seemed like nothing in comparison to the stretches of time in between. It had scarcely been a week since he’d taken down Sloane, since he’d pressed Scott against the wall of a cavern, since they’d danced to old Milky Way music like nothing else in the world mattered. It was only a week since he’d lain Scott out in his bed and taken the Pathfinder apart piece by piece.

One week that felt as if he could have crossed dark space again in the same span of time.

A chuckle from the doorway intruded on his thoughts and he looked up to see the smirking face of his favorite Angaran. “If you pine any harder over the Pathfinder I may have to start making comments.”

Scott’s breath is caught in his throat, but he can’t move. The entire angaran group has a gun pointed at his head, and—

Fuck. He’s never been in a situation his biotics can’t get him out of, and yet—

“Do you ever think about getting married?” Scott asks, while they’re waiting in the shop. Reyes is walking through the rows of dresses strung up from the ceiling, tapping at his chin. “Big house, big family…”

They’re picking up Sara’s dress—a simple, white thing that made her look like some kind of royalty. “I want to do it traditional,” she’d said, and then she’d been pulled away for work, and since the shop only holds orders for a few days, Scott had been expected to pick it up.

Keema: "Scott? What's wrong hun?"

Scott: "Nothing!"

Keema: "Are you jealous of an inanimate object?"

Scott: "No!"

Scott: ....

Scott: .....

Scott: "Reyes, I think it's clean enough now!!"