#warframe 1999

Quincy chuckled low in his throat, and his eyes crinkled as he grinned. “I don’t know if I should feel offended or not by the surprise.”

“B-but I annoy the shit outta you,” Amir pointed out, still unable to fully compute what Quincy had said. Amir was just a nerdy little tech enthusiast who was too hyper for his own good and awkward as fuck. There was no way… “And-”

“And what?” Quincy interrupted with a raised eyebrow, “It’s just sex, Amir, not a proposal. You need help with the nightmares, n’ I’m willing ta help.”

Right, right, right, just sex, Amir thought, his mind whirling with a thousand different questions as he looked back up at the stars. Not in a million years, or loops, did the techie expect this. Out of everyone, Quincy was the last person he’d thought would offer. There was a part of him that wondered if this was some sort of cruel joke at his expense, but Qunicy never struck him as someone who’d do that. Sure, he’d poke fun at Amir, get under his skin, but it was never truly malicious.

Turning his head back towards the other man, he met golden brown eyes with his own slate grey. Quincy just watched him, patiently waiting for Amir to make a move. That was the question wasn’t it? Did Amir want to make a move? He couldn’t say he’d never thought about it before, it'd definitely crossed his mind. Especially since he found the sniper rather attractive, although he’d never tell that to Quincy’s face--no need to bloat that ego even more. Not to mention, having been unintentionally privy to what the sniper got up to in his free time and how satisfied those partners sounded after, he’d been more than a bit curious. 

The only thing he was worried about was how things would be between them after. They weren’t exactly the closest of friends, but they did get along well enough to work together. How would that be after? The same? Different? And would that be different in a good or bad way? Amir hated the unknown, but he did find you sometimes had to take a leap of faith and hope for the best.

So, he supposed he had his answer, didn’t he? Wetting his lips, he held Quincy’s eyes as he finally said, “I…uh…I’d appreciate the help…if you really don’t mind…”

“I really don’t mind, Amir,” Quincy all but purred as a pleased look crossed over the sniper’s face. 

Sol, that should not have turned the speedster on so much. 

Fingers started to play with Amir’s hair, causing the Volt protoframe to close his eyes and lean into the touch with a soft noise. That hand then weaved into his hair, cupping the back of his head gently. Amir’s eyes cracked open when Quincy coaxed him to sit up and pulled him closer. Those golden brown eyes were half lidded and burning with a desire that made Amir’s heart skip a beat or two. Quincy stopped mere centimeters away from their lips touching, warm breath washing over the tech expert as he spoke, “You say stop n’ I’ll stop. No questions asked. No explanations needed. Period. Okay?”

“Okay,” Amir nodded, licking his lips again, tongue barely brushing against Quincy’s. 

That seemed to do something to the Cyte-9 protoframe as he growled softly and closed the distance. Amir’s moan was swallowed by the kiss, hands gripping the front of Quincy’s shirt, trying to pull him closer. Sweet Lua, did the sniper know how to kiss. Like, Amir knew he was pretty decent, but damn Quincy was on another level. It was the right mixture of passionate and sweet, not too much tongue or teeth, and it practically took his breath away. When the sniper softly nibbled on Amir’s lower lip, he let out a soft moan of approval, fingers tightened in Quincy’s shirt. 

Those talented lips moved from Amir’s and started a path of kisses along his jaw. Amir whimpered softly, a hand moving to the back of Quincy’s head, holding him close as teeth nibbled just under his earlobe. The sniper hummed in approval, his other arm wrapped around the speedster’s waist, pulling him onto his lap. Amir squeaked at the sudden change, which pulled a deep rumbling laugh from Quincy. Two warm hands--one metal, the other a mixture of armored skin and flesh--found their way up and under Amir’s shirt, tracing across his back in exploration. A shiver ran through Amir as heat pooled down in his loins. His hips rolled against Quincy’s pulling a low, pleased sound from the older man.

“Why am I not surprised you’re the impatient sort, hmm?” Quincy teased lightly, nuzzling into Amir’s neck.

“It’s been a while, so sue me,” Amir murmured, sassing the sniper back.

“Fair enough,” Quincy chuckled, nipping just under his jaw as both his hands continued mapping Amir’s back, tracing over the fused metal that followed along his spine. “We should really be movin’ this somewhere more private, yeah?”

“Says the guy with his hands up my shirt,” the techie huffed, he sat back enough to look at his soon to be…lover? One-night stand? Eh, he’ll figure it out later. “Your room or mine?”

“Like you weren’t enjoying it,” Quincy sassed before pulling Amir into another kiss, nipping his lower lip again. When he pulled away, the tech expert was left panting and feeling pleasantly lightheaded. Taking Amir by the hips, Quincy prompted him to stand. “My room. Closer, and I know how to get to and from without being seen.”

Amir slid off of the sniper’s lap and stood up, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he waited for Quincy to do the same. Too much energy.  He usually didn’t know what to do with it, well besides going for a run. Thankfully, he’ll be able to put this energy to better use tonight.

Quincy gave him an amused look before he took Amir by the hand and gently led him along. Amir felt his cheeks heat up in a blush as he looked down at their hands. Sol, why the hell was he blushing so hard at this and not when he was just making out with the other man? 

He didn’t want to think about the implications.

Instead, he kept quiet and followed the sniper as he led him through several back hallways, some of which Amir didn’t even know existed. Granted, it made sense that Quincy would know, given that he sold and traded more than a few things that were a hot commodity and a bit under the table. Quincy only let go of his hand to unlock his door--wait, did I lock my door before heading out? Shit.

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