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Dogmeat snuggled Nate for a few more minutes before he had to put him down, his back hurting a little. “I need to shower,” Nate told him as he set him on the floor. “And then I’m gonna- you know what, I’m not gonna say that to the dog.”
Parker was finishing up organizing the stuff from her bag, setting it all out on the table. But with Nate’s words, she quickly turned around, hands on her hips and a smirk on her face. “No, go ahead and say it. Tell him what you’re gonna do.”
“You can’t make pussy jokes in front of dogs!” Nate gasped, fake-scandalised. “That would be mean!”
She narrowed her eyes. “Because, cats?”
“Well, that and I think Dogmeat would be jealous of how much I’m going to lick you,” Nate said.
Opening her mouth to speak, Parker flubbed a couple times before her jaw audibly snapped shut the final time, a flush running up her neck and face. “I walked into that one, I suppose,” she murmured.
He snorted. “Show me where your shower is and I’ll stop, I promise.”
The vaultie hummed in thought, then smirked. “Yeah, see, now I’m not gonna show you. Sorry.”
He held up his dog and soil covered hands. “Not gonna be able to take it any further until my hands are clean,” he pointed out.
“Damn you,” she grumbled with a crinkled nose. “Fine. Come on.” With that, Parker stepped away from the table and moved into the hallway, stopping and turning around, then directing him to his left. “Here you are, Sir. No towels, so you’ll have to, ya know,” she glanced down at his groin, “Air dry.”
“Thank you, maid,” Nate retorted with a smirk, and stepped inside, then started to get undressed.
Rather than returning to what she was doing before, Parker leaned against the open doorway, arms crossed over her chest, and just watched him strip, staring and gawking at his features. Mostly his ass, because she was definitely an ass girl, but everything else was also great.
Nate’s eyes caught hers as she watched him, and he tossed his t-shirt at her face before he began undoing his belt. “If you’re going to stare, you’d be better off just joining me.”
His shirt landed on her face and she flailed for a second, trying to get it off; once her vision was clear, though, a grin stretched across her freckled cheeks. “Join you? When I could just watch? I mean, that’s definitely enticing…”
Nate shrugged, kicking off his shoes and pushing both his jeans and his boxers down in one go. Moving over to the shower, he switched on the water with one hand, the other gripping his cock, which he stroked gently. “Your choice.”
Pouting, she poked her bottom lip out. “That’s not fair. Cheater.” But without any more hesitation, Parker was stepping into the bathroom and tugging her clothes off at the same time, starting with her shirt and bra. “But, fine. You win.”
When the water was hot enough, he stepped in, leaving enough space for her to stand by him as he washed his hands and did a brief scrub to get most of the dirt off.
It didn’t take long for her to finish getting undressed, and she was in the shower with him soon enough, her eyes stuck on his ass. She was gonna touch it. Definitely. Just… had to wait for the right time.
His hands clean, Nate picked up the soap, and grasped her hands. He began to wash them, massaging gently to work out the tension as well as the dirt. Though her bare breasts were right there, he kept his eyes on his work, concentrating on it.
Parker studied his face, letting him do as he pleased. He’d managed to convince her to get into the shower with him by stroking his cock, but now he was just… washing her hands. Thoroughly. As if he saw more dirt in them than she did.
“Is everything alright?” she quietly asked after a few moments, her brow furrowed.
“I’m just looking after you,” he murmured, finally finishing up what he was doing. “Turn around for me.”
It was like instinct that she started to obey, but stopped mid-turn, rotating back around to face him. “Wait. You know you don’t need to do all this… right?”
“I know,” he assured her, a hand on her back. “But I want to.”
“Then will you let me look after you, too?” she asked, her palm on his chest.
“Yeah,” he said with a nod. “But you first.”
“Okay,” Parker whispered before turning around so her back was to him.
Nate soaped up her back and shoulders and began to massage them, the way he’d done to her hands. Working out the knots, putting gentle pressure on the back of her neck, he ran his palms up and down her spine, spending long periods giving her soothing touches before he moved on to her arms and started to work her there.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a massage. Definitely before the war, but when, exactly? Maybe never? Even if she did, it was clearly immemorable, and this time was much better, especially considering she’d almost fallen over a few times, having to steady herself with a hand on the wall. And maybe the quiet noises she made weren’t always quiet, but they were definitely made of pleasure.
“I feel like jelly,” she mumbled by the time he got to her arms.
Chuckling, Nate kissed the nape of her neck, and then dropped to his knees behind her, starting to work on her legs. He pressed soft kisses to the base of her spine, not touching her ass yet.
“You’re killing me, Nate,” the vaultie whined, her nails lightly scratching at the shower wall; she pushed her ass back into him a little. “You’re a fuckin’ tease.”
Nate pecked a gentle kiss against her ass as he massaged her thighs, smirking. “I just want to make sure you’re nice and relaxed.”
“This… is not relaxing me. It is winding me up. And you damn well know it,” Parker growled, though there was no real malice in her tone. “Please, Nate.”
“But I’m getting there,” he protested with a smile, as his hands finally found her ass and began to squeeze, working the soap against the plush cheeks. “See?”
It was better, but it wasn’t enough. Even still, she pushed back into his touches. “More. Please. Touch me more.”
He double-checked to make sure his hands were completely clean before he stood, and then started to rub his soap-covered palms over her breasts, teasing and squeezing gently, stooping to kiss the juncture of neck and shoulder as he rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefingers. “That better?”
It was. And then it wasn’t. There was momentary relief from his touches, but her body quickly craved more, demanded more, that made it still not enough. She pushed herself back into him, her ass pressing against his thighs while her back arched, allowing her chest to go the opposite way and more into his hands.
“No,” she breathed. “I need you to fuck me. Please.”
“I thought you were gonna take care of me too,” he murmured, as his dick rubbed against her ass. “Tell you what. I’ll give you a break from this and you can wash me.”
Swallowing hard, Parker nodded and slightly glanced at him over her shoulder. “Okay.”
Nate slid his hands away, and held the soap out to her wordlessly, though he was grinning.
She took the soap from him before turning around, finally meeting his gaze. But that fucking grin… she couldn’t decide if she wanted to punch him in the jaw or kiss him.
Fine. Payback. She just… had to concentrate.
Taking a deep breath, Parker lathered up her hands before setting the soap aside, then gave him one last look. “Turn around.”
Nate obeyed, his ass pushing out a little as he bent to let her clean him off.
Fucking ridiculous. Both the fact that he was deliberately sticking his ass out and that she was falling for his teasing. Again.
“Stand up straight, please,” she requested as if she hadn’t gotten distracted.
Nate straightened out, the full 13 inches of height difference becoming so much more obvious as he did so. “This good?”
“Yes, thank you,” she quietly answered. It was a bit difficult to get to all of him because he was so damn tall, but she started on his shoulders and upper traps, working on massaging those areas first.
The way her fingers felt in comparison to his… there was certainly a contrast: Parker had much smaller hands and her nails were a little long, allowing for the slight pang of pain if she intentionally dug them into his skin, and there was also a little less confidence in her movements—at least in the beginning. But by the time she got down to his shoulder blades, that confidence was fully grown.
Nate let out soft groans at the tiny stings of pain, his eyes shut. His breath caught, and the anticipation grew as she kept going. “This is nice,” was what he said to her, though, idly reaching behind and brushing the back of his hand over hers.
“Yeah?” She moved to the middle of his back, her thumb pressing into a knot until it released, then rubbing soft circles on his skin where it once was. “What’s good about it?”
“Other than having you naked in a shower with me?” Nate asked. “It’s been a while since I just had the chance to relax like this.”
“Good. I want to help you relax just like you helped me relax,” Parker quietly said before she lightly dug her nails into his lower back.
“The thing that you said didn’t relax you at all?” he teased.
“The same thing,” she confirmed with a grin. “Turn around for me?”
He turned to face her, his grin matching hers. “Do you have something devious planned or am I just lucky?”
“I guess you’ll just have to find out.” Lathering her hands again, she started working at his shoulders and down into his upper chest.
He bent over a little so she could reach, his hands going to her waist. “I feel like this is just an excuse to touch me, you know,” he confided.
“Maybe it is,” Parker murmured, making her way down to his pecs and gently digging her fingers in before going any further. “But I suppose you’ll have to just deal with it, huh?”
With a soft laugh, Nate busied himself running his fingers over her sides, eventually up to her neck where he began to map her face with his fingertips, his eyes fixed on her as he watched her.
Parker went back to focusing on what she was doing, rubbing the muscles on his stomach and sides before she reached just above his groin. With a brief glance up at his face, she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and lowered herself to her knees, grabbing the soap along the way to lather her hands again and start working on the front of his thighs, intentionally keeping her face close to his cock.
“I like you down there,” he said conversationally as he watched her.
“Do you, now? I’m sure it’s because your legs really need this massage, right?” she asked with a smirk, her hands working their way to the backs of his thighs.
“That and you look good on your knees,” Nate agreed.
Leaning closer, her cheek brushed against his cock while she rubbed the back of his thighs, working the tense muscles, only for her palms to slide up and to his ass, grasping.
Nate moaned softly. He’d half expected a witty response, but instead she remained quiet, which was odd for her. He let a hand rest on the top of her head, scratching gently over her scalp.
Well, it seemed her touches hadn’t made him as needy as his had made her, but that was fine, because she had a plan B.
Looking up at him again, Parker dragged the flat of her tongue along the length of his cock just before she stood, trailing kisses up his stomach and chest as she did until she was upright, palms on his chest, slowly stroking. “Feeling better?”
“You nice and clean?” Nate returned, his hands on her waist again.
“Mhm.” She placed gentle kisses to his chest. “What do you have planned now?”
“Well,” Nate reached for the handle, “we can carry on in here or we can air dry in your room. What do you prefer?”
“I think,” she stood up on her tiptoes, her lips trailing along his throat, “That I don’t really care where we go, so long as you fuck me.”
Nate shut the water off and picked her up without effort, stepping out of the cubicle and pushing open the bathroom door. He carried her into her bedroom, and pulled the door shut behind him before Dogmeat could follow them in, then laid Parker down on the bed, and knelt over her, cupping her jaw.
Gentle kisses and nips were left all over his throat as he carried her to the bed, though she was forced to pull away once she was set down. Parker wrapped her legs around his hips, trying to pull him closer, while one hand went to his wrist as he cupped her jaw, the other flat on his chest.
Nate kissed her, his body pressed against hers as he shifted them both a little further up the bed to let him lie on it. Both hands busied themselves running over her, touching her sides, her shoulders, her thighs inside and out, never anywhere sensitive but always somewhere. Nipping her lower lip, he pulled back briefly. “Let’s do this properly,” he breathed, “where I don’t fuck you in a trailer filled with cameras.”
“Joke’s on you,” she started, her voice breathless, “I’ve got cameras all over this room.” Grinning, she didn’t wait for a response, instead kissing him again while her palms ran down his bare back.
“Well let’s give you something better to watch, then,” Nate growled, and his head ducked below her jaw as he kissed her neck. Nipping at her throat, he licked the bite mark before sucking on it, arching up to let his hands find her breasts. He could already feel her heartbeat erratic in her chest, and as he matched the bruise he had just left on the other side of her neck, his cock was starting to ache.
“Oh, god,” Parker moaned, head tipping back to offer more of her neck to him. She dug her nails into his shoulder blades, dragging them downward to the middle of his back while her hips rolled against him, seeking any amount of friction she could get. “Fuck. Please, Nate. I want you so bad. I need you.”
Her folds ran along his cock and Nate let out a soft groan, kissing and licking down her clavicle. He glanced up at her and then briefly buried his face in her breasts before his kisses trailed up to one of her nipples, lips wrapping around the stiff peak. He sucked gently as his other hand kept playing with her.
Eyes closing, Parker's back arched, her chest pushing up into his face, seeking more of his attention while she kept rolling her hips. Everything was great, and she really loved the touches, but, god, she was needy and desperate and this just wasn’t enough. “Nate,” she whined.
Licking a trail to her other nipple, he looked up at her again. “Mhmm?” he questioned, tongue rolling over the peak.
“Please,” she begged with a shaky breath.
He kissed just below her breast, a smile curving at his lips as he reached her belly. “Please what?” he asked.
Swallowing hard, her eyes briefly cracked open to look down at him. “Please… make me cum. I-I need it. I need you.”
Nodding, Nate’s lips moved further, skimming her navel, pressing just above her mound, before he hooked both thighs over his shoulders and buried his face between them, not even bothering to start slow. His tongue rubbed against her clit, two fingers pressing against her folds and starting to slip into her, the index and pinky fingers spreading her open for him.
He just went at it. No warning, no easing in, nothing—just dug right the fuck in. And it had her gasping and keening, her back arching as she reached down and grasped the sides of his head. “Fuck, baby!” she moaned.
The one thing he didn’t like about giving head was that he couldn’t talk, and Nate was too busy wrapping his lips around Parker’s clit and sucking to consider pulling away as his fingers filled her. He started fucking her on them, his other hand going to her breast to cup and tease the nipple. Baby. She’d never given him a pet name, and the Overboss had given her a couple, but Nate was trying to figure out which one of them he liked best as he worked Parker up.
The stimulation on her clit and her sweet spot was quickly sending her toward the edge, that buildup of heat just growing and growing more and more, threatening to overflow any moment. While she always seemed to cum easily, this time was still so quick, though the fact she’d been soaking wet since he started teasing her in the shower—and it wasn’t from the water—certainly helped that along.
“Please don’t stop. Fuck. I’m—god, fuck, yes,” she moaned.
It wasn’t too long before she finally tipped over the edge, keening, his name mixed in somewhere. And she was soon left panting, her body trembling.
Nate worked her through her orgasm, finally slowing down as she became too sensitive, though he couldn’t resist the odd lick and suck here and there as his fingers slowly pulled out and trailed over her inner thigh. “You want another?” he asked softly.
“I want you to fuck me,” she murmured, eyes half-open and watching him. “I want the real you.”
He slid up her body, cupping her face. “How do you want me?”
“However you want,” Parker told him, turning her head to kiss his palm. “I just want you.”
“God, I’m the luckiest man alive,” Nate breathed, and kissed her. Pulling away, he gripped his cock and pushed it against her folds, slowly working it into her. “Some warning,” he panted, “the real me only goes once with this. But my mouth and hands don’t stop.”
“Once is fine with me,” she murmured, her legs pulling a bit closer to her body to help ease the pressure of him pushing in. There hadn’t been a whole lot of prepping, which made the stretch a tad painful, though that wasn’t a big deal—he was slow and careful, and she adjusted quickly. “I’m not actually—mmmnn—I’m not actually sex-crazed.”
Nate didn't speed up. “Yeah,” he murmured, “Feverblossom- mmm- is a hell of a drug.”
Wrapping one hand around the back of his neck, she gently pulled him down before pressing their lips together in another kiss, this one deeper than the others. Her legs wrapped around his hips again, holding him close.
Pausing as he reached the hilt inside her, Nate pushed some hair out of her face, and then he began to slowly roll his hips against hers, his pelvis rubbing against her clit. “Tell me what you want,” he murmured.
Even with the slow roll of his hips, that alone was helping heat gradually build in her core, though it was nowhere near as fast as before. She pulled away from the kiss to speak. “I want you to—mmmnn—to make me cum. I want you t-to fuck me. To cum with me.”
Nate’s hips thrust a little deeper against hers. “Cum in you or on you?”
Brows furrowing, she licked her bottom lip. “What would you prefer?”
Nate slowed. “Parker, you’re the one who could get pregnant,” he pointed out. “It’s up to you.”
“This is not a good conversation to have right now,” she murmured. “Why not just… do what flows with the moment this time. We can, um… talk about it tomorrow.”
He nuzzled her gently. “Because what’s going to flow with the moment is my cum,” he pointed out, “and I need to know sooner rather than later.”
The need for him to keep going was becoming unbearable, and part of her wondered if there had been Feverblossom in the damned shower water. “I am… okay with it. If—if it happens,” Parker whispered.
Nate kissed her softly. “Ok,” he murmured, “then I’m gonna cum in you, and then clean you up.” He sped up, his cock thrusting in and out of her rapidly as he started fulfilling her first desire to make her cum. Leaning over her, he lamented that he couldn’t kiss her very well with the height difference even as his hips slapped against hers and he angled his cock to hit her sweet spot.
He was going to cum in her. He’d done so before when he was… Evil Nate? Was that a thing? Either way, she knew she liked being cum in even before that, and maybe that enjoyment overclouded her judgment, but at this point, she couldn’t care less, because Nate was going to cum inside her.
And not only that, but he was hitting her sweet spot just right rather than merely brushing against it, and Parker was skyrocketing straight to the deep end. Just like usual, it didn’t take long for her to get there, and she was sent over the edge nearly screaming his name, the sound shaky as her body jerked up and down the bed with each thrust he made while her nails dug into his sides as that was the first place she found purchase.
Nate grunted as she squeezed around him, and he slowed, pulling out a little, letting his face get closer to hers. “You wanna go on your knees?” he panted.
Eagerly nodding, she gave him a brief kiss and waited for him to sit back up and pull out before she rolled over, shifting onto her elbows and knees and sticking her ass in the air for him, playfully wiggling her hips. “C’mon, baby.”
Nate couldn’t help it; his hand smacked against her ass, as the other gripped his cock and worked it back into her. “Nice pet name,” he told her. “Which one did you prefer?”
Parker gasped, jerking forward a little, though she held still when his cock was pushing into her. “Any of them,” she replied. “Take your pick.” When he was about halfway in, she abruptly pushed herself back against him, her ass meeting his hips and his cock disappearing the rest of the way into her as she moaned.
“So,” he pulled out a few inches and thrust back in, one hand sliding up to firmly grip her hair at the roots, “babygirl, little girl, good girl, my girl, you liked all of them?”
A quiet whine escaped her, and she tightened around him. “Different—mmmmnn—different pet names for different situations.” A pause. “And, um… Tumbleweed,” she added.
There was a brief grin that lit up his face as he remembered the nickname he'd given her after she fell on her ass in front of him. "Fuck, noted," Nate moaned, hips speeding up. His other hand slid between her thighs and rubbed at her clit.
Parker pushed back into each thrust he made, lifting up onto her hands rather than resting on her elbows, though one reached back to grab onto his thigh as much as she could. Heat was slowly starting to coil in her core again, and the sound of him fucking her was so damn loud even though he wasn’t taking her that hard.
Nate slapped her ass again, his thrusts getting rougher. Heat was filling his body, leaving him panting and groaning as the soft, wet tightness around him stroked along his cock. "Fuck, Nora," he gasped, "god, girl, you're fucking amazing. Beautiful girl."
Sitting up on her hands didn’t last long as the moment he slapped her ass, she was leaning back down on the bed, her chest flat against it. That compliment—calling her ‘beautiful’ instead of ‘cute‘—was pulling her into that mind-numbingly fuzzy place almost like the praise did. Her eyes closed as she moaned, and she continued pushing back into each thrust he made so his hips clapped against her ass.
“Nate, baby,” she panted as she clenched around him, that buildup of heat even tighter; she was on the edge. “Baby, I’m gonna cum. Please don’t stop.”
His hand ran up her body to cup her breast before it drew back and cracked against her ass again. Tension was starting to coil at the base of his spine and he squeezed the hand print gently. "Come on, Nora," his fingers sped up between her thighs, "come for me, mmm, that's it, beautiful girl…"
Parker tipped over the edge not long after, her body trembling beneath him as she moaned, hands gripping the bedsheets. “Oh, god, fuckfuckfuckinggod.” She tightened around him while pulsing from her orgasm, but never stopped pushing back into his thrusts.
Nate bent down over her, one arm wrapping around her belly to keep them close as she milked his cock, and that tension cinched tighter between his thighs until his cock was twitching. "Nora," he panted, "gonna cum!"
“Cum in me,” she breathed, turning her head to look up at him. Parker intentionally squeezed her walls around his cock, only to relax and then do it again, repeating the action over and over to help him along. “Please, Nate. I want you to cum in me.”
His fingers still working her clit, Nate buried himself in her and groaned, hips twitching as his cock emptied into her. The wet noise of them became louder and wetter, and he finally pulled out, and collapsed onto the bed.
Shivering, his cum slowly started seeping out of her, leaking down her folds and thighs, and all she could do was whine and glance down between her legs before closing them and rolling onto her side against his own.
“Fuck,” the vaultie breathed.
"Want me to clean you up?" he purred.
“Please,” she whispered with a nod. “Otherwise, it’s gonna get everywhere.”
"Of course, tumbleweed," he teased, and slid down behind her, rolling her onto her back and lifting her hips to his face, licking and sucking to clean her up.
Parker’s eyes tightly closed as she gasped, her hips rolling against his face with each lick he made. “Fuck, you’re too good to me.”
Not to mention that pet name…
"M-mm," Nate disagreed, shaking his head. "You're more than I deserve."
Whining, she tried to clamp her thighs around him. “N-no. That’s—that’s wrong,” the vaultie murmured, reaching down to grab onto the back of his head. Heat was starting to coil in her core again, and her breathing increased a little more.
He grinned despite his mouth being full and sucked on her clit, his tongue rubbing against it. One hand grabbed her breast, playing with the nipple as he pushed his tongue into her, licking her clean before he sucked on that nub again, winding her up.
It didn’t take much longer of him sucking on her clit for Parker to tip over the edge, legs trembling on either side of his head, back arching, and her moan nearly echoing in the room with his name mixed in. And as soon as she finished riding out her orgasm, she deflated on the bed, panting.
Nate let her down and wiped his mouth clean, laying next to her. His arms wrapped around her and he pulled her against him, exhaling heavily, relaxing.
"That was amazing," he mumbled.
She curled into him, burying her face in his chest. “Mm, I agree. How’d you get to be so good in bed, anyway?”
"Army," he replied. "I had a lot of partners."
“Makes sense,” she murmured, nuzzling against him and kissing his damp skin. “Alaska? Or did you get sent elsewhere?”
"God, everywhere," Nate mused. "Was in the Army for 23 years."
She blinked. “Oh, wow. That’s… a long time.” It suddenly hit her just how much older he was than her—hell, he’d served almost as long as she’d been alive. Well, before the bombs. “Did you voluntarily enlist? Or were you drafted?”
"Voluntary," Nate replied. "Joined when I was 18, made it to Major."
“That’s a high rank,” she mumbled. “I remember reading that when I was looking around the vault.” There was a pause. “My husband, he was drafted at 18. Two tours in Alaska, didn’t reenlist after that since he didn’t have to.” She shrugged. “Brought home a lot of bad stuff with him. I dunno how you managed 23 years.”
"Didn't have anywhere else to go," he admitted. "Enlisted straight out of high school. Nobody ever gave me a place to be other than that."
Leaning up on one arm, she studied his face. “Well, I would say we should have found each other sooner, but I’m afraid you were already enlisting when I was just a child, so…” Parker smirked. “Would’a been weird.”
"How old are you?" Nate asked.
“I’m 27.”
His brows raised. "14 years age difference- yeah, that's quite a gap."
“Well, I mean…” her eyes dropped to his chest where she gently dragged the tip of her nail along his sternum, “At least it makes sense when I call you ‘daddy,’ right?” she asked. A slight grin stretched across freckled cheeks as she glanced up at him.
He smirked. "Does that make you like it more?"
“… Maybe a little,” Parker admitted.
Nate leaned down and kissed her. "I'm learning all sorts about you today."
“Don’t worry, there’s plenty more to learn,” she teased, licking her bottom lip to taste him after the kiss had broken. “I’m full of surprises.”
He brushed her hair out of her face. "I hope you'll let me stick around and find them out."
Placing her palm on his chest, she leaned over him a bit more as a smile took over her face. “If I’m being honest,” she started, her fingers threading into his chest hair, “I’d be very disappointed if you didn’t.”
"I'm glad to hear it," he murmured. "However, shall we postpone this until after we've had a nap? I'm exhausted."
“Sounds like a plan,” Parker agreed.