#ship fic

Enjin wasn’t looking at him, but he was carefully processing his words. A minute of silence passes, before Enjin exhales his last smoke. Still glancing off into the distance, he finally speaks. “When’s the last time you’ve jacked off?” Gris snaps his head in Enjin’s direction, gagged that Enjin could say that so seriously and with a straight face. “What does that have to do with what I said?” Enjin shrugs at the question, “Dunno, just throwing the possibility of being pent up out there.” Gris can feel a headache arise. “Haven’t thought about doing…that in a long while. Been focused on work and helping around. Besides…I’d rather spend the time I have with the ones I care about. Not lock myself up and chase something fleeting.”

“It’s simply a suggestion. Man to man, you just gotta rub one out sometimes.”

This was the last straw for Enjin. No one dared to utter a word the whole drive back to base. How could they, when they witnessed the unthinkable.

A few moments ago, their mission almost ended in disaster. Enjin had a hunch it wouldn’t go smoothly just from looking at Gris, but just opted to keep an eye on him since they are dealing with simple trash beasts. One moment everything was going smoothly. Then it happened. Everyone watches in shock as Gris collapsed before the trash beast charging at him even got close enough to land a hit. Nor did it get the chance to, before Enjin quickstepped in front of Gris. The trash beast being shredded as it rams into Umbreaker. Enjin snappily turns to Gris, chest heaving. “Stay down. That’s the only way you can support us right now.” Before Gris could object, Umbreaker is aggressively pointed at him. “That’s an order! If I have to step in again, then I’m dragging your ass back to HQ myself and the rest of the team will have to fend these on their own! Do you want that?!” Gris sags as he surrenders. “Good! Glad we can come to an understanding! Riyo. Tomme. Make sure this guy takes a nap all safe and sound.”

So yeah…everyone was tense the way back. Both in worry for Gris and in shock of how pissed Enjin is. Naturally, Gris was instantly brought to the infirmary upon arrival.

Enjin had went ahead and reported to Corvus that Gris needs some days off, because he’s a hazard to the team now. After that he waited outside the infirmary, he still has some words to say to Gris.

It didn’t take long for Gris to step out. Enjin gave him a quick once over, before speaking. “What are the doctor’s orders and most importantly…what’s your condition?”

“Nothing serious. Just fatigue from poor sleep, nothing proper rest can’t fix.”

“Figures…you’re coming to my room. We’re gonna have a little chat.” Gris doesn’t object, quietly following Enjin with his head down in shame. If anything, Gris knows he deserves a lecture.

Upon making it to Enjin’s room, Enjin gestures for Gris to get comfortable on his bed. Once the soft click of the door being shut was heard, Enjin finally turns to Gris. “So what happened since the last time we’ve had a chat?” Gris lets out a defeated sigh. “I’ve been worried about becoming a nuisance or snapping at others for no good reason…it kept me up at night. I thought I could shrug off the fatigue, but…I should have considered that I’d only drag the team down by neglecting my need for rest. You could have very well ended up in worse condition than me, if you shielded me even more last minute and you had every right to be furious with me…I’d like to make it up to you somehow.” Enjin snorts at his last sentence. “Make it up to me huh…in that case, did you take my advice from that night?”

Gris chokes on air and just like that night…he thinks he’s about to have another headache. “No…didn’t exactly cross my mind. I’ve been too stressed for that to even be a priority.”

“And that’s your problem right there. You’re not letting yourself relax and you keep holding on to tension, because you’d much rather run around helping everyone. Nobody is gonna drop dead just because you decided to be alone and jerk off for one damn day.” Enjin pulls out a cigarette and lights it before continuing. “Time to blow off some steam.”

“Okay, I get it!” Gris lets out an agitated sigh and gets up to leave, only for Enjin to step in front of the door. “Yeahh, no. You’re staying in here until I know you’ve had that much needed orgasm. Honestly, you’re much more stubborn than all these woman here combined sometimes. You didn’t listen to me last time, besides…you wanna make it up to me right? So do me a favor and get comfortable on my bed and pleasure yourself till you’re back to being our sweet lovable Gris.” Enjin proceeds to puff some smoke into Gris’ face with a cheeky grin. “Aren’t you the same guy who also told me you’d rather spend time with ones you care about than jerk off by your lonesome? Take it as a compromise yeah.”

Gris is stunned to say the least. He doesn’t even know how to respond to that. Gris groans in embarrassment and pain from his migraine. He’s too exhausted to fight this and Enjin sure as hell isn’t better in the stubbornness department. “Could have at least took me out to dinner first.” Was all Gris mutters before undoing his belt and walking over to the bed. Enjin snorts at his comment and is trying his best to hide his anticipation to see Gris sprawled out on his bed.

Gris wasn’t even sure on how he was supposed to get hard, but when he laid down on his back…a familiar scent hits his nostrils. He was somewhat expecting a mix of scents, but no. He was entirely enveloped with the strong scent of something that’s only Enjin. Gris curses to himself as his briefs suddenly feel too tight. He shimmies himself out of his pants and briefs, just enough to free his twitching girth. “Heh, I knew your ass was pent up.”

“Shut up!…and for fucks sake, turn around and give me some privacy!” Gris watches the chuckling Enjin turn around with hands up in surrender. His gaze then wanders back to his own thick and pulsing cock. Gris grinds his teeth, thinking to himself. Just get it over with and have Enjin off his ass.

Gris lets out a choked gasp as he grips the base. His breath stutters as he tries to recall the last time he has touched himself. Didn’t matter, he just needs to get this over with. He whimpers as he aggressively strokes himself in a hurried manner. It didn’t exactly feel great, but it’s just enough friction to make him reach his peak sometime soon.

Enjin didn’t need to see it. Hearing Gris take sharp breaths and painful sounding ah’s, accompanied with the agressive sound of friction with something that evidently isn’t lubricated. He knew exactly what Gris was doing and it pissed him off enough to break the cigarette in his hand. Stubbing it out before slowly making his way to the bed.

Gris on the other hand, didn’t notice as the sound of heavy boots approach him. His eyes were scrunched shut as he desperately begins to rut into his tight and fisted hand. The painful grunts get louder as his peak is right there. Just a little bit more, ye- “No! Nooo, Fuck!”

Gris’ dick twitches helplessly as the orgasm was ripped away. Enjin having ripped Gris’ hand off of it and gripping his wrist tightly. Whatever insults Gris was about to spit out, dies in his throat as he feels Enjin’s breath ghosting over the shell of his ear. “Didn’t I say to get comfortable and pleasure yourself? Forcing it out like that isn’t gonna make you feel better.”

Enjin let’s go of Gris’ hand, only to wrap it around his cock. Gris jolts at the touch, “what are you…”. Gris couldn’t even finish his sentence before his breath caught in his throat. Enjin had moved between his legs, still holding the base of his cock. Saliva pulled at Enjin’s lips and Gris felt like he stopped breathing. He watches as Enjin’s spit dripped down onto the head of his cock. Gris can’t help the moans leaving his lips as Enjin softly strokes him, effectively lubricating his cock with spit. Enjin continues this until his spit is dripping down Gris’ testicles and he’s lubricated to the point of evident wet sounds. “There. Now be a good boy and pleasure yourself. Don’t make me inclined to believe I need to teach you how to pleasure yourself.”

With that Enjin pulls away and goes to lean against the wall with his arms crossed and a look that makes it clear he’s not playing around anymore.

Gris wants to be upset, but if anything he’s disappointed at the loss of Enjin’s hand. He knows he can’t get away with handling this quick, but it truly has been a while since he touched himself. For a moment Gris looks at his wet and glistening cock, not sure what to do. He thinks back on when Enjin’s hand was on him a minute ago and tries to mimick that with his own hand. His lips part ever so slightly as his hand glides more smoothly and elicited a soothing pleasure. His cock seemed just as happy as it began to add to the lubrication with beads of pre-cum.

Gris feels a flush creep up his neck, as he still feels Enjin’s eyes on him. He cautiously meets his gaze and feels relieved to see that Enjin’s face has softened. Enjin didn’t bother looking away and Gris couldn’t tell if his eyes played tricks on him, or if Enjin’s ears truly were pink. Gris wasn’t sure what was going through his mind, but he let his eyes wander down Enjin’s body. The muscles in his hand reacted first, involuntarily tightening his grip. The tent in Enjin’s pants was as clear as day.

Gris quickly tears his eyes away from Enjin, his brain buffering for a moment. Surely it’s just a normal reaction, it couldn’t mean anything right? Something in Gris flips. Is he deciding to be mischievous as payback, or perhaps it’s some desire that’s been deeply buried for some time? Regardless, Gris felt encouraged to explore what might make him feel good. Making sure to make a show of it, spreading his legs ever so slightly wider. His hand slowing down on his cock as his other hand slowly explores his own body. Gris’ breath hitches occasionally, his abs seemingly more sensitive than his chest. With his eyes closed, he imagines Enjin’s hands feeling him up. Gris sensually palms his tip as he imagines Enjin grinding on top of him with that stupid grin plastered on his face. Fuck if he doesn’t love his stupid grin and think his dimples are the cutest thing.

Before Gris could even process it himself, he firmly grips his cock with both hands. Erratically thrusting into his own hands as he imagines rutting into Enjin’s tight ass. “Fuuuck so good.” Gris’ head falls back into Enjin’s pillow as he begins to lose himself in the fantasy. His brain short circuiting as the smell of purely Enjin on the sheets still envelopes him. It all begins to feel so real. “Enjin haah, just like that. Mmfu-! You feel so good…Ack!” Gris chokes on his moans, as his orgasm hits him hard. It’s been too long since he has had such release, that it almost feels overstimulating. His grip tight as his dick spurts thick and heavy loads of cum.

Strings of soft curses leave his mouth, as he struggles to regulate his heaving chest. Gris closes his eyes as he finally relaxes.

His brows scrunch in confusion when the smell of cigarettes suddenly gets stronger. Then his eyes shoot open when there’s a sudden weight on top of him. “That’s a real nasty move Gris…”. Enjin huffs, sensually grinds his bare ass against Gris’ already hardening girth. “Thinking of using me when I’m right here, that’s real evil of you.”

Enjin jolts upon having his hips suddenly gripped tightly. “You gonna help me with the rest of the tension, or are you gonna keep running your mouth.”

"What was I thinking?"

That was the question Crafty was asking herself right about now. How the hell had she allowed herself to be talked into going to some new night club in the big city? Not that she didn't have a good time with Bobby, Picky, and Hoppy, she had an actual blast. But Hoppy got blasted, Picky had an emergency, Bobby had to tend to the wasted bunny, one thing led to another, and now here she was, sitting at a bus stop at the side of a desolate road in the middle of the night, waiting for a bus that may or may not even be coming.

The bus stops's lights and the flickering street lamps were the only source of light, but that proved to be a very cold comfort. It just ended giving her surroundings the feeling of your typical horror movie. Not to mention the cold night breeze sending shivers up and down her spine.

Crafty wrapped her arms around herself as her hoof-hands gripped her sweater. Her eyes darted back and forth between the road and the bus time table.

A bus should be coming at 11:30. Crafty looked down at her watch.

Midnight.

Her heart sank.

She whimpered as she struggled to keep anxieties in check. She began pacing, feeling that a panic attack was imminent. It wasn't helped by the feeling that she was being watched.

"Come on!" She whispered. "Please, come on!"

She suddenly felt wind being kicked up followed by the sound of something hitting the ground. Crafty whipped around in a panic. She nearly screamed until she saw a familiar red dragon sauntering up to her, dollar sign pendant glittering in the light and a cocky grin spread across his cheeks.

"Simon?" Crafty gasped, clutching at the area where her racing heart was. "W-What're you doing here?"

"I could say the same for you." He purred nonchalantly, stepping closer to her.

"I-I asked first." She gulped.

"Eh, I couldn't sleep. Poe recommended night flying to tire myself out. Your turn."

"I was invited to go clubbing with Picky, Bobby, Hoppy." She looked away in embarrassment. "The less I say, the better. I've been waiting for the bus for half an hour now"

"Bah." Simon scoffed. "Who needs public transport when you got me?"

He outstretched his wings for emphasis. He then reached out his hand and cocked an eyebrow.

"Need a lift, my lady?"

Crafty was hesitant to take his offer. She reached out for a second before recoiling. Her lips tightened into a grimace as the blood rushed to her face, giving it a light dusting of pink.

"Don't worry." Simon chuckled with a roll of his eyes. "I won't fly too high."

Upon hearing that, the unicorn swallowed hard. She debated whether it was better to take his offer or just wait for the bus. However, she really didn't want to stay here another second. So with that in mind, she took a deep breath and gingerly took his hand.

"Promise me you won't fly too high." She sighed.

"I won't."

With that, Simon scooped her up in a bridal carry before taking off into the night sky. The cold air contrasted sharply with the warmth of Simon's body as he flew. It felt... weirdly nice... in a way. But then, she made the mistake of looking down. Though they were flying too high, (maybe 20 feet at most) she still curled herself closer to his chest, squeezing her eyes shut and holding onto his jacket with a death grip. Feeling this, Simon tightened his hold around her and pulled her closer.

"We're almost there." He assured her in a strangely comforting tone.

As the flight progressed, the up-and-down bobbing and the sound of his periodically flapping wings began feeling weirdly... Relaxing. Like she was being gently rocked to sleep. In fact, her tension began to melt away bit by bit. She even, without thinking, snuggled closer into the crook of his neck

But before could fully appreciate his warmth, they suddenly landed. Crafty opened her eyes saw she was in her room at the top floor of her tower, Simon having flown through her window.

"Here we are." Simon said as he set her down on her feet. "You seemed to really enjoy that, didn't you?"

Crafty's eyes bugged out. She hid her crimson red face behind her arms as she stumbled over herself, trying to find the correct words to respond to that. Simon laughed, amused by the reaction.

Once a minute had passed, Crafty had calmed down enough to look at him, her face still flushed.

"Thank you, Simon." She simply said.

"Anything for you, my lady." Simon growled, taking her hand.