#spare'd

“Are you sure you’re good?” You heard a female voice from the phone, which was on speaker. Diego never put his phone on speaker, so it struck you as a bit odd. Everything about this date struck you as odd, but you were enjoying it so far. For the past 30 minutes, the two of you had been circling each other around two abandoned warehouses on the edge of the city. One was supposed to catch the other, but you didn’t know if you were the predator or the prey here. While listening to him talk to Eudora over the phone, you made a guess- it could be whoever caught the other. 

You flexed your hands, gripping onto the side of the large crate, when he said ‘love you, see you tomorrow’. Even though he wasn’t with her, something possessive fluttered in your chest. He put the phone away and looked around, though it didn’t seem as if he spotted you. Diego ducked behind another crate, out of your line of sight. You hooked one foot on the edge of the crate you hid behind, and slowly pulled yourself on top of the crate. From your new vantage point, you could see him again… and he saw you. Your partner gave you the shittiest grin he could muster and darted off into the shadows again, out of your limited line of sight. Without thinking about it, you followed. 

To keep your vantage point, you decided to jump from the top of one crate to another rather than get on the ground and chase him by foot. The wood underneath your feet creaked. The warehouse was silent outside of your steps and his steps, which were much lighter on the concrete floor. He hooked a left, and a moment later, you hooked a left. He curved to the right, and you were right behind him. For a while, you matched him stride for stride, his dark grey sweatshirt the only thing that distincted him from the near darkness. You focused on it so closely, with such dedication, that your steps got sloppy. You didn’t even notice your feet left the top of the last crate in an odd way until you were falling forward, and you made a desperate reach for the edge of the next crate-

Instead of falling flat onto the ground, you got a knuckle-bruising hold onto the edge of it. Your feet dangled about a foot up from the ground, but you knew, if you stayed on the ground, you would lose your view of him. A moment later, that didn’t matter. You shouted in alarm when something strong wrapped around your waist, and you were pulled downward. Even though you tried to kick and struggle, and should’ve been able to get out of the grip, all of the training you had left your mind. He soon had you pinned to the ground, face down, and one knee on the center of your back.

“Are you done yet?” The smug smirk on his face was audible, and your shoulders hurt like a bitch.

“Like hell I’m done,” You retorted. You tried to flex your hands, but his grip kept them above your head and tight. 

“You sure about that? Because I don’t see how you could get out of this.” And to someone looking down upon you, he would be right. But with enough adrenaline in your system from the chase, you were far from done. You hooked your left leg around the one he wasn’t pressing into your back, and jerked him hard to the side. Diego landed on his back, still with a grip on your hands, but now you were on top of him. He went down flailing and kicking, and after another struggle, you ended up with him pinned. Diego looked up at you, staring almost directly into your chest, while you held his hands to his stomach.

“Are you done yet?” You threw the words back into his face.

He cocked his eyebrow, but before he could even consider struggling, you released his hands. “Now, what did we come here for? Right. Now that the chase is over, get your pants off, you asshole.”

You shifted your shirt off, until you were just left in a sheer undershirt, and he pulled the waistband of his tactical shorts down to his knees. You had to move off top of him to get your khakis unbuttoned, but that let him move away a bit, and prop himself up against the nearest crate. It was an awkward moment to follow suit of him, divested of any sort of clothing outside of that covering your chest, before straddling his hips. During the heat of the moment, he was usually more of a talker, but this time he was grinning up at you almost wildly. When Diego reached out for your shoulder, you swatted his hand away and shifted around to get more comfortable on his hips.

You sneered back down at him and slowly settled yourself on his cock. Diego wasn’t particularly large, actually, he was pretty average, but it wasn’t that bad. He definitely knew how to use his hands, or his mouth if needed. You ground down against him, and a groan left your lips.

“Need help?” He offered, and reached for your hips, but instead of swatting them away, you placed your hands on top of his. The two of you started with some speed, which was normal with him. He gripped your hip hard enough you thought it would bruise, while his other hand moved from where it had been guiding you on his cock to stroke your clit. 

Soon enough, the two of you fell into a rhythm. Even with the draft of the night air in the warehouse, your skin felt like it was on fire. The adrenaline that stirred inside of him during the chase was redirected into making you feel like your soul was being ripped from your body through your slit, and gods, was he good at that. But you were never one to be in active during sex, so you gave it your all and ground back against him. Your hands moved to his shoulders, and your head fell forward to sink your teeth into his neck. Diego grunted in pain, and pulled you down harder against him in response. Still gripping onto the tense flesh of his clavicle, you let out a strained noise of pleasure. It hurt a bit, of course, but you liked that. No matter what you would say later, the thrill of the chase made your blood feel warm in the same way pain alighted pleasure under your skin. 

“Fuck,” He muttered under his breath, with a rather sharp snap of his hips up into yours. You gasped, and finally let go of his neck. When you opened your eyes again, a mark was left clearly in the skin. A grin of satisfaction rose on your face for a brief moment until he rolled his hips up against yours again, and a pathetic whine fell from your lips. 

“Fuck you, and speed up your god damn hand,” you panted, without any real venom behind it, and he obeyed. 

“Is that enough?” He taunted, his thumb running tight circles around your clit. Diego kept you going at a steady rhythm, even when your hips started to stutter and jerk.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, gods-” You felt yourself tighten around him, and your thighs tightened around his sides. Your vision got a bit fuzzy, your throat became hoarse, and the world narrowed down to just the two of you as you fell over the edge. 

There wasn’t much going on in the next few minutes, at least from your perspective. Your muscles slowly relaxed, and you felt him spill inside of you. The two of you panted together, your head rested against his chest and his head leaning back against the crate. Once you gained your ability to speak again, you muttered, “You’re sweaty.”

“Great observation, genius. You stink too,” The words held no weight, and you chuckled. Any other night, you would ride him into the sunset, but something sluggish held onto you tonight. And you guessed it held onto him too. After a little while, you leaned off of his chest and sat up, before groggily rolling off of him to go get your clothes. Instead of redoing your pants again, you just pulled them up, buttoned the top button, and let them hang open a bit. He stood up, a little less steadier than you, and brought his boxers and shorts back to his thighs.

“Nice plaid boxers. Makes you seem like you’re packing more than you are.” Bickering was a love language.

“Nice shirt. Makes your tits look bigger than they are.” And it was one he responded to well.

You hobbled back to his car, and you would bet it looked like a walk of shame. By the time you got back, you seemed mostly situated, but flopped down in his back seat like a drunk. He did the same, wrapping his arm over your shoulder despite the weird angle. You blinked, slowly and carefully, and stared at the lamp across the street.

“Don’t fall asleep on me here, at least let me get you back to my place before you pass out,” Diego interjected, but he didn’t make any effort to move.