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I feel a yawn tugging at my face as I drag my trolley full of equipment towards the base's training room. You'd think by now they would have replaced the structures and equipment with something stronger, considering how frequently things get absolutely obliterated by some of the base's stronger officers, but I'm not complaining. It keeps my pockets lined and a roof over my head. To be fair that's not the full reason I'm here. There's more than plenty of work to go round in the maintenance and repairs business considering the frequent damage caused by kaiju attacks. The moment a maintenance and repair crew position opened up at the base I jumped at it. Sure the government benefits are great, but truth be told I'm terrified of the monsters and this is the least likely place to encounter them. And with how often these people break shit I'm able to live on base permanently. It also really doesn't hurt I'm a sucker for a uniform and the people around here are beyond fit.
Anyways, someone's managed to rip the training room door half off it's hinges. Again. And I am determined that this is the last time I fix the cunt, so here I am dragging my welding gear, some brand new heavy duty bearing style steel hinges, and a new industrial strength steel security door down the hall with a trolley at almost midnight. I can usually get away with my repairs throughout the day but the training room is always busy so if anything needs fixing, I have to wait till after hours so I'm not disrupting anything.
I can see the door at the end of the hall in the dim lighting, poor thing is hanging on by a thread.
Looks like they left the light on for me. Thoughtful.
I drag my trolley and gear up to the door and start unloading in the hall, leaving the new door in the trolley for now. It's insanely heavy and I want a little break before I have to wrangle it again.
I grab a screw driver and grab the edge of the slightly ajar door to lift it into alignment and push it open into the room so I can access the hinge it's hanging by.
As I ease the door open, I jolt in surprise. It's so late I fully expected the area to be deserted, but I've walked in on someone training. Two short swords flying at an invisible enemy, his muscles bunching visibly under a tight fit t-shirt as he re-enacts a vicious fight. He stops, eyes flicking toward me as I cough in surprise. For a moment I can hear the blood rushing in my head as pure fear runs through me, making my palms sweat and my ears ring. The vice captain is downright fucking terrifying when he fights, and having the full force of that murderous, violence filled look drilling straight into me is enough to put me into a full panic freeze.
It only lasts a moment though, he blinks and drops his stance with a laugh, sheathing his swords.
"Ya look like you've seen a ghost!" He giggles at my white face "can I help ya with somethin'?"
I clear my throat and loosen my death grip on the door, rasing my screwdriver. "Just here to fix the door, sir."
"I did tell em to be more gentle with it this time..." He says sheepishly.
"Don't worry about it, after all if you guys don't keep breaking shit I'll be out of a job!" I joke as I unscrew the last bent screw from the solid steel frame. Such a weak door for a ridiculously good frame. "besides, I'd like to see you people break it again when I'm finished with it." I lay the now detached door against the wall.
"Oh?" He crosses his arms, a questioning look on his face as the muscles on his arms flex.
I can feel my face warming as I rip my eyes away. "Well, you probably could if you tried. But it's certainly not going to be happening by accident again."
I turn and walk out to my trolley and begin wrestling with the new door, trying to get it out without dropping the heavy bastard on my toes. I let it settle back into the trolley when I hear a choking noise behind me.
The vice captain is standing in the doorway with a hand over his mouth, shaking hard.
"If your going to just stand there laughing can I grab a hand?" I ask dryly and he leans his hands on his knees and tries to catch his breath.
"Oh ya weren't kidding!" He wheezes "yer real sick of fixing that door huh?" He straightens up with a deep breath, pushing his hair back. "Sure. Whatcha need?"
"Just some help getting the bastard out of the trolley, I can barely lift it and it's really awkward to manoeuvre." I say, a bit embarrassed.
He grabs one end at my instruction, and together we lift it out and lean it against the wall.
"So why're ya doin this alone then?" He asks once he's helped me get the door into a good position to be welded onto the frame, resting on some small wood blocks to keep clearance of the floor.
"The other guy who got night duty this week is off sick today, so just me. I would've gotten there eventually but you've saved me alot of time, swearing, and maybe a broken toe, so thanks." I say with a smile. "I'm gonna need you to clear out before I start welding though. Are you nearly finished in here?"
"Almost done!" He hasn't stopped grinning since he saw the new door. "Just need ta finish up a couple things and I'll be outta yer way."
"Of course, sir." I grab my welding gear and helmet and start to set up next to the door as he heads back in to warm down and finish off.
I try to be discreet about it, but I can feel the heat in my face as I watch from the corner of my eye as he moves through different forms.
God help me...
The movements are smooth and controlled, and I'd be lying through my teeth to say I'm not thoroughly enjoying the show. I realise I'm set up and ready to start welding so I fiddle with my helmet for a moment. Eventually I give up and just lean against the wall, I may as well enjoy the view.
I'm still standing there watching as the vice captain gathers his gear and starts heading towards the door I'm leaning against. Apparently I'm still a little flushed, causing to him to crack a cheeky grin.
"Yer face is all red." He remarks, making me flush harder while he laughs gently. "Good luck with tha door." He remarks as he walks out.
"Ugh" I grumble, as I slip into my gear and jam the helmet on my head.
That was humiliating. Ah, well hey at least I never interact with the man. He probably won't even remember the next time we cross paths.
I try to convince myself internally not to worry about it as I begin welding the new door into place. It takes some time but eventually I step back and admire my work. The new door looks impressive and I'm confident I probably won't have to fix it again for a good long while.
"Try and break that, you little freaks of nature." I mumble to myself with a smile. It's well into the early morning now, so I gather my gear and the old door and prepare to haul myself back to the workshop. I dump and run as quick as I can, I'm tired and I just want to go to bed before the sun comes up and I can't get to sleep. Night shift sucks ass.
As I fall into bed half asleep already, my thoughts wander back to how his eyes looked while he trained. Something stirs in me and I push it away as I turn over and let myself pass into oblivion.
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I woke up feeling rather unsatisfied this morning to snatches of a dream. Intense eyes, roaming hands, tangled sheets.
It's late in the evening again as I'm heading towards the training room once more. I've been spaced out all afternoon, due in large part to the aforementioned intense and rather embarrassing dreams. I've been struggling to keep my thoughts on the job in all honesty. At least the training room should be empty this time, there's such a slim chance I'd interrupt him twice in a row at this hour of the night.
Apparently this time one of the bolts securing a pull up bar snapped.
Literally how?! Is all I can think as I stomp to the door, small toolbox in one hand.
Least the new door looks good... a small amount of satisfaction and smugness fills me as I shove it open. The lights are on again and I spot the broken bar immediately, it's resting against the wall next to the tallest fucking set up. I groan aloud as I realise I'm either going to have to drag a ladder all the way over here or climb the frame.
"Evenin'!"
"Motherfucker!!" I just about jump out of my shoes at the friendly greeting, a hand going to my my chest. He's sitting comfortably on the far side of the room with a book in his lap. Once again, vice captain Hoshina has given me the fright of my life. And once again he laughs.
I let out a long, deep breath, already internally groaning that I have to talk to him again after he called me out last night. And after the dreams I had this morning.
The hell is he even doing here? Why is is reading on the gym floor at near midnight for shits sake.
"Good evening sir." I say as I focus on the task at hand, walking over to the bar. I can feel him watching me as I inspect it. One side still has half the shorn off bolt that was securing it still inside.
"What the fuck." I laugh in moderate disbelief.
"Hmm?" The vice captain hums as he puts his book down and wanders over to see what I'm looking at. Strangely, he doesn't react to what is so obviously a really weird break to me. I do my best to ignore him as I pull out a drill and begin to bore into the large broken bolt so I can get it out.
Once it's out, I grab a fresh one and stand next to the supports its supposed to be attached to, looking up thoughtfully.
"What'sa matter?"
"Hmm? Oh. Can't reach but don't wanna go get a ladder. Thinking about the best way to get up there." I muse grabbing a roll of duct tape and tearing off a strip.
"Hold this could you, sir?" I ask as I hand the strip of tape to him. He takes it curiously.
The bar isn't that tall, but it's still solidly out of reach, so I put the bolt between my teeth and start climbing the free weight squat rack structure next to it. When I can reach I shove the bolt through the hole in the pole, reaching a hand back down to Hoshina.
"Tape."
He hands me the tape wordlessly and watches as I slap it over the back of the bolt before jumping down.
I grab a second bolt, looking at the half shorn one still on the ground.
"I'd pay to know how that happened." I state.
"Why's that?"
"I've never seen a bolt that thick break like that. None of you are anywhere near three times the weight it should be able to hold. It's just weird is all." I tell him.
He grins and instead of answering my statement he asks instead "How ya gonna do the other side?".
That I'm not sure of myself. The other side has no other structures next to it so either I try to climb the bare pole and stay there using my legs while I sort it or I cave and go get a ladder.
Man I really don't wanna go get that ladder.
I resolve to try and climb the pole.
I manage to get the the top but the moment I let go with my hands to test if I'm able to do it, my work pants don't grip and I just slide back down.
And Hoshina is laughing again.
"No disrespect sir, but what are you even doing here?" I grumble.
"Haah," he sighs the last of his laughter "want a boost?" He asks with a massive grin.
That's better. If he's going to stand there laughing at me struggle the least he can do is be useful.
"Thank you, that'd be great." I say with a
slight irritation.
He steps toward me, bracing his legs and cupping his hands while I put the bolt between my teeth, shove a wrench in my back pocket and grab the bar with my right hand. My left goes to his shoulder as I place my foot in his hands and step up. He straightens as I push upwards, boosting me easily up to where I need to be. The man is rock solid as I line up the bar and start twisting it onto the bolt I secured with the duct tape.
"Wanna know how it happened?" He asks, not a hint of struggle in his voice.
"Uhuh." I mutter around the bolt before I take it and start to screw it into place.
"I broke it." He states simply.
"What?! How!" I exclaim, looking down briefly in surprise before grabbing my wrench and tightening the bolt.
"Cut it." I can feel the grin in his voice as I finish up, slipping the wrench back into my pocket as I step down. It's slightly unnecessary but I don't miss the opportunity to put my hands on his shoulders briefly before stepping away and moving to climb back up the other side.
Fuck, this place will give me a damn coronary someday. It's unfair for someone to have shoulders that nice.
"Why?!" I ask with obvious exasperation as I climb up and finish tightening the other bolt while trying to hide my reddening face.
"Thought ya were pretty entertainin last night." He shrugs, still smiling.
I finish up and jump down, gesturing with the wrench. "You're telling me you sheared off a solid steel bolt because you wanted to have a laugh watching me try fix it?!" I say in disbelief.
"Ya, partly." He steps closer. I can feel my face growing steadily more red.
His eyes have changed, something akin to the look I saw last night, but not quite.
"Ya've gone all red again." He teases with a grin, taking another step.
I'm having flashbacks to this mornings dream. Utter filth runs through my mind as my face reaches a whole new level of red.
"I-I-uh" I stutter out, unsure what to say or do.
He reaches out with another laugh, his hand sliding cool over my burning cheek.
"It's cute." Leaning in until we're just a breath apart before stopping, his thumb runs over my bottom lip.
Fuck it.
I meet his lips, dropping the wrench to the floor to run my hands through his hair. His hand moves from my cheek around to the nape of my neck, tangling in my hair, tugging gently. He pulls me closer with his other arm, pressing me up against him.
When I feel like I'm about to pass out from lack of oxygen, I pull back. Placing my hands on his chest I push back slightly.
"Sir?" I ask
"You can call me Soshiro." He replies quietly, eyes a little glazed.
"What are you doing?" I ask, though I don't remove my hands from his chest.
"Well, I hoped I'd be doin you by now."
Right. Okay. That was blunt. Well I'm not going to say no.
This time its my turn to laugh lightly. I lean forward, my lips brushing his ear.
"My rooms are just down the hall." I whisper. He grins and nods, gesturing for me to lead the way. I quickly smoth his hair back down, straighten myself out and grab my toolbox. As we make our way into the corridor, he turns the lights out and locks up, then he's following a few paces behind me.
We approach my door and I do a quick check to see if there's anyone else loitering nearby. It nearly 1 am so I'm not surprised to see the place is deserted as I unlock my door and we slip inside.
I dump my toolbox on the kitchen counter, taking his hand and leading him to my small bedroom.
I'm suddenly feeling a little shy, but before I can start making myself awkward, he has me up against the wall. He's surprisingly aggressive, taking my jaw in his hand as he kisses me roughly before biting along my neck. I'm suddenly very glad my uniform is collared, although I'm worried it's not going to cover enough.
His hands have moved to slowly unbutton my shirt as I'm busy sliding my hands up the back of his. He pushes my shirt off my shoulders and I lean forward off the wall to let it slide to the ground, leaving me in a thin singlet. He presses me back to the wall, sliding a hand underneath my top to squeeze my breast, making me moan into his mouth as I start trying to tug his shirt off. We break contact so I can rip his shirt over his head, throwing it to the corner of the room.
Fuuuuck
His baggy pants are low around his hips and now that its gone, I realise just how much that tight t-shirt was hiding. I think my mouth might be watering. I swallow hard, eyes glued to the waistband of his pants. Pulling my eyes up to meet his I slide my arms over his shoulders, kissing deeply as I turn 180 and press into him. He let's me push him to the wall as I take my turn kissing and biting my way down his neck. I can feel how hard he is through both our pants, so I stop and slide to my knees.
I tear at the button and zipper on his pants, tugging them down just enough that I can get my mouth on him. His breath hitches and his hand curls into my hair as I take him as deep as I can. Pulling back, he moans when my tongue flicks the tip, and using his grip on my hair he pushes my head back onto him.
I look up, meeting his gaze as I relax my throat and press forward. His hand on my head holds me there for a moment, groaning as pulls me off him before helping me up. We both take a moment to hurriedly tear off our boots, and I've only just managed to shimmy out of my pants when he takes the hem of my singlet and slips it off, pushing me back onto the bed and leaning over me.
"I want the whole base to be hearin my name tonight." He breathes in my ear, causing a bright flush to colour my face and neck. He chuckles as he notices, moving back and down to hook his thumbs under the waistband of my underwear, sliding them off slowly. The eye contact is too intense and I cover my eyes and burning face with my hands as he fully strip's off my last piece of clothing. I feel the mattress move as his weight shifts, his hands are on my wrists pulling my hands away from my face.
"Hey now, look at me." He says gently, cupping my cheek as I meet his eyes. "Good girl." He smiles, his hand moving to play with my breast, making me arch up to press further into his hand as he leans in to kiss me again. I slide both my hands through his hair, enjoying how it feels between my fingers before trailing down the sides of his face. I leave one hand to continue exploring his hair and and back, while the other runs down his chest.
The hand on my breast tightens as I grip him firmly, moving slowly, almost teasing. Biting my lip, he pulls back. His eyes are focussed on mine and the look clouding them send a chill through me, breathing ragged as his hand drags down my stomach. A gentle touch makes my breath hitch before he resumes kissing me. He touches me incredibly softly, slow and teasing. It's torture. We continue to kiss deeply, enjoying the feel of eachother for a few minutes.
By this point I've begun gently tugging his hair, gripping tighter with my other hand in frustration as he continues to tease me. I need more. I bite his lip hard, making him whimper. He pulls away, his hair is a mess and there's a small bruise already forming on his lower lip.
"Understood." He says as he draws his thumb over the bruise, sitting back with a smile. He grabs me under the knees and gives a short sharp tug, pulling me toward him. I yelp in surprise, an airy laugh escaping me as he throws one of my legs over his shoulder. My eyes roll back into me head, back arching with sharp breath as he presses into me slowly, a soft moan escaping us both.
He feels so good...
Before I realise what's happening, he's dragging his name from my lips, driving into me with force, one hand gripping my thigh tightly, the other pressing firmly to my lower abdomen.
I clap a hand over my mouth to muffle myself. I know first hand how thin the walls are in the staff quarters. His eyes darken a shade as he slows, grabbing both my wrists to pin them above me head, transferring his grip to one hand.
"Uh-uh, we ain't gonna be quiet about this."
My eyes go wide.
Oh my God he wasn't joking
Rumours spread like wildfire around here, especially among the non-military staff. I would bet my last $20 that by the time I get to the kitchens for lunch tomorrow that even the dish washer will know I got my back blown out by the vice captain.
Fuck it, probably already too late to worry about being quiet anyways.
I whimper as he pulls out, flipping me roughly over and grabbing my hips to pull my ass up towards him. He wastes no time pushing back in. I cry out his name, it hits so much deeper like this and I feel like my brain is melting from the pleasure. My hands twist into the sheets, back arching as he picks up the pace. It feels like my grip on reality is slipping, my whole world is now carnal pleasure. The sensation of his hands gripping tightly into the flesh on my hips sends me further. A wave of dizziness hits me as my body stiffens and I see sparks in my vision as I tip over the edge. I can hear his muffled moans through the blood rushing in my head as I tighten around him.
Finally I come down from my high, my sense of touch still incredibly heightened. My body is shaking from how hard I came and the overstimulation as he continues to fuck me mercilessly into my mattress. It doesn't take long before he falters in his rhythm, and with a few final thrusts he finishes.
Pulling out he collapses beside me, breathing hard. After a moment he pulls me into his arms, holding me gently.
"I knew ya'd be fun." He mumbles, flicking the tip of myself nose as we catch our breath.
I groan, embarrassed "I'm never going to hear the end of it." There no way my immediate neighbours didn't hear anything.
He laughs, getting up and heading towards my bathroom. I just lay here as I hear the shower start, feeling it start to drip out of me. My legs are all shaky and I don't really fancy getting up just yet. He's back a moment later, offering me his hand with smile.
"C'mon, waters hot."
I let him pull me to my feet. My legs wobble for a moment but I get them under control as he leads me to the shower. I step in and close my eyes, letting the hot water wash away the sweat and bodily fluids sticking to my skin.
I open my eyes in surprisw for a moment when I feel his hands in my hair, massaging gently. I close my eyes again and hum in pleasure as he scrubs my hair clean, the smell of my shampoo filling my tiny bathroom.
God his hands are amazing
"Keep em closed."
I hear him detach the shower head from the wall before I feel the warm water running through my hair, rinsing away the soap. Soon the shower head is back in its holder and his hands are in my hair again, massaging slowly before moving to rub the tension out of my neck and shoulders. I open my eyes and spot my conditioner open in the caddy.
Damn. I think this is the best casual sex I've ever had.
"I think I can forgive you." I sigh out.
"That so?" I can gear the smirk in his voice.
"Mmhm. I'm not gonna be happy about copping shit for it on shift tomorrow, but this makes it worth it."
"This?" He asks, sounding a little confused.
"You fucked me stupid and now you're washing my hair. No ones that good." I state.
"Ahh. Well yer alota fun. Gotta repay that somehow." He laughs lightly, making me laugh quietly too.
"Thanks." I say simply.
"My pleasure, doll."
We fall quiet as we both soap up and rinse off, stepping out to dry off. I fish my spare towel put of the bathroom cupboard for him. I can't help admire his back as he towels his hair dry.
By the time I've quickly dried my hair, moisturised and stepped out of the bathroom, he's already dressed and buckling his belt.
I too busy lost in thought staring at arms as he finishes trying his shoes to understand what he says.
"Hmm?" I ask, distracted.
"Good luck tomorrow." He says with a cheeky grin.
"Ah. Fuck you." I reply with a smile.
He just laughs, turns and walks out through the kitchen.
I hear the door shut as I collapse onto my bed.
"Hooly shit." I breathe.
Rolling onto my side, cuddling into the blankets I realise my sheets smell like him as I drift off.