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Your lips taste of smoke and cinders as you pull apart from his.
Not exactly the flavor you were expecting for a kiss, but not too surprising after sabotaging the farm's main manufacturing facility
"W..." He's a bit shocked after the kiss. But he shouldn't be.
It's been in his mind since yesterday.
Oh. And now he's wondering if you're scanning his mind.
"I give up. You never stop. Yes, I could read it in your mind you were thinking about it. So I went and did it."
"You just kissed me because I was thinking of It?" his gaze narrows accusingly.
"No Chen," You say, still close. Still in his arms. "I did it because I wanted to. And because that" you point at the giant fire pillar in the horizon as the farm's facility burns "Is too damn sexy."
The harsh look he gives you doesn't really match the emotions underneath.
"So..." You look at his muscular arm holding you close to him as his gaze follows yours. He did kiss back. Big time. "...I guess it's your move now?"
No. The look doesn't match what's underneath at all.
Especially not when he holds you even tighter to kiss you again.
................... A week later...................
The streets look different. Brighter. More colorful.
Of course, you know that's a lie. Half the city is still sort of a dump, the other half is still catering to the rich and famous, and everyone caught in between has to struggle daily.
But it does look brighter to you. That's because your brain is processing emotions that you don't often feel.
A warmth tingling in your chest. Whenever you think about it, you end up smiling like a fool.
Chen tightens his hold on your hand, and then let's go, taking the gear stick. You wonder why doesn't he drive Auto, like almost everyone else. But you won't ask. Would make him feel old.
And he's not old. At all.
He stops at the gas station.
"I'll get some supplies," you say, getting off. You need some sodas for the journey.
The tank is full when you get back. He starts the car again, and back to the road.
It's been a busy few days.
The farm is mostly in flames by now. As it turns out, a cocktail of blackmail, explosives, contacts, mind control, patience, subterfuge, and Steel's massive strength goes a long way into defeating an evil shadow organization.
Especially if they tend to never report mishaps through the chain of command or minimize them.
They've lied about everything going smoothly with their operation for years. Now they’re exposed.
THey've gone further into hiding after the bruised nose you gave them.
You'll have to dig deeper to continue this, but your contacts confirm they are no longer in the good graces of the current administration after losing so many resources chasing the wrong people while you torched everything in your path. And they still don't know it's you and Steel.
You should be in the clear... for now.
Steel stops at a hotel on the road. You have another day's worth of driving on the way back to Los Diablos.
You enter the room and set your bags in a corner.
He goes for a bath, while you relax, taking off most of your clothes, except the nanomesh underneath. That stays on.
As he comes out, you go and take your own bath. You have a second nanomesh to change of course.
Still, an arrangement like this was unthinkable only a few months ago.
You dry with the clean towels, trying not to look at the mirror. Why would you? Nothing has changed in that department.
You put on your fresh nanomesh, and walk out, still rubbing a towel over your hair.
When you come out, you see Steel relaxing in the bed on the right. He's got hands behind his head, tv turned on, watching a game.
He doesn't speak much. In fact, he prefers to listen mostly. He's not like Ortega at all.
Your eyes stop, focusing on him. His exposed armpits. The muscles in his biceps. His chest.
He turns, catching you staring. And then suddenly, he's thinking about it.
He says nothing this time. He's thinking... he's thinking that you're scanning his mind and that you know what he's thinking and...
You stop. Scanning someone who's thinking about you scanning them is like looking at infinite reflections.
You drop the towel and hop on the bed next to him.
He immediately goes defensive
"You... don't have to... I didn't mean to..."
"You totally meant it." You reply.
"Well... maybe... but ... Are you sure you're...?" You notice the concern.
You told him every sordid detail of your life at the farm. It's not just your tattoos that make you dislike physical contact.
"This is different. I want it" you say in the end.
You hesitantly run a hand through his chest. Feeling his skin. His muscles. His arms. Kissing his skin. You smell his pits.
His gaze is still hard, but you notice a hint of a blush. And you can sense just how much he is enjoying this.
He's containing himself tough. And it's not something that comes easily to him.
You can feel yourself growing inside the nanomesh.
Your hand goes to his lower stomach. His hips.. his legs, where the artificial meets the flesh.. and then you feel his package through his shorts.
Did he just gasp?
You press, a bit more firmly this time.
Now that's more like it. That's his thought, not yours.
You press your lips against it, running your tongue against the fabric.
His eyes open wide, surprise more than anything. The feeling is not as intense as you would have hoped.
Disappointing.
It's not like you have much experience with these things. Or being in control.
But his mind is a guide if you know how to read it. He's not thinking about your scans anymore. He's anticipating what needs to be done.
And it's so much fucking fun.
There is a reaction to everything you do. His body squirms a little as you run bot hands trough him.
He wants something more.
So you show him. For a few seconds, you let your hands go exactly where he's thinking they should go, feelings his pecs, pressing against them... going down again...
There's a pause in his thoughts as he realizes what you're doing. For some reason, he didn't expect you could do that, or the implications.
Enough of that, you go back to doing your thing.
You begin taking off the shorts. He helps you.
Black underwear. Somehow you expected white in your mind...
Well, since you don't like it, there's only one thing to do about it.
He seems completely off guard here, as you take it off, even though he's allegedly the more experienced one, the hardiest of the rangers.
He is certainly hard as a rock now.
He leans back as you take hold.
Feel. Massage...
Up, and down... slowly. No rush now.
Your other hand takes hold of his sack instead. Is this what he wants? It's hard to know because right now he wants several different things, his brain is not all in control it seems.
And then light. A guiding thought.
He knows you're listening, and he closes his eyes, asking you to press harder. Press on them. You’ve never done something like this. Does it not hurt?
It does...? But there is no mistaking the pleasure coming from his end.
Your other keeps going, slow movements working him down.
"Harder", his mind asks. By now you don't know which one he means. So you go harder on both hands.
He's moaning loudly now.
He needs more, so you take him to your lips instead.
The sudden warmness is overwhelming, felt on both ends.
Auch.
Bitting is bad.
His mind quickly shows you the way to do it better, and you correct yourself before he has to say anything.
A warm sensation consumes your whole body as you play with his shaft, running your tongue through its length. You can feel the sensations coming from him.
It's... addictive.
You let go of his balls, granting them some mercy.
Spread his legs further, because that's what he wants, and he's not so sure but then he IS sure, and so are you.
Your hand goes in between his cheeks, gently making your way.
Pull him out of your mouth, and get your fingers in instead, getting them wet with saliva.
"Fuck" he says, looking at you, going for it. "Have you done this before?"
"No. But you have" you say, bringing your hand down again, finger first.
"Aaahhh..." he breaths heavily, as you start feeling for him. Gentle. No sudden movements
"Wait, wait... not everything in my mind is always a good idea" he stops you. His hand reaches for something in his drawer.
Oh. He came prepared??
Did he really anticipate this?
He puts some lube in your fingers as you hold your left hand.
And then you go back to it... exploring his ass... feeling it.
He is guiding you at all times. You can only imagine what a mess this would be if you weren't a telepath.
Your finger finds a resistance. He holds his breath. It doesn't really hurt, as he and you go through.
You chuckle at him, and he gives you a sheepish smile, as you close, running your tongue through his balls, before taking him in your mouth once more.
Savoring it. Up... and down...
He can't stop himself... he's been gentle up to now, but you're pressing his buttons.
A modded hand goes to the back of your head, pushing you down... you gag for a moment, trying to swallow him whole.
His other hand holds your arm, his fingers digging into your flesh while yours move inside him...one, then two, then three...
You feel him going harder, bigger in your mouth... he can barely contain it now.
The feeling is overwhelming. You can't stop...
He moans even louder. You feel his mind overloading yours, and keeping the link becomes difficult...
Your vision blurs, as your mind tries to process the climax coming from him from a body that's not your own.
And then you feel his load in your mouth. Salty. Warm.
You slowly withdraw your finger, feeling completely saturated in warmth. Your body... Chen's body. It's hard to tell the difference right now.
You collapse next to him, holding your head, your mind overloaded and exhausted.
"Fuck," he says, running a hand through his hair. "That was... " he looks at you. "Are you ok?"
"I'm ok... just Give me a moment... everything's still spinning."
"Oh. I see how it is" he says, leaning back once more, laughing a bit.
"In the end... I could feel your own hands... It was like being in two places."
"Oh," you say a bit surprised. "Sorry. Perhaps I lost control for a moment?"
"Never felt something like that" he takes a deep breath. You notice his eyes are tearing up. It's not emotion... it's raw physical overload. Just as your own
"Are you... sure you've never done this before?"
"Not like this..."
"Fuck," he says, rubbing his eyes. He's clearly overwhelmed. Good, because you are too.
You stay quiet for a few minutes. By now he's lost all rights to privacy, and you're just lost in HIS thoughts because your own mind is a whirlwind, and he seems to be able to process post-sex better than you.
And then he turns to you.
"Alright... let's.. let's take care of you now," he says smiling.
He takes a hand to start taking off your nanomesh.
You instinctively recoil back.
"N... no..." you say
"Oh" he seems a bit surprised. "Oh... sorry. I'm sorry... I'm being a jerk.. should have asked..."
"It's... it's ok" you say, the sudden fear fading away. "I got more than enough from your mind"
"Yeah... that's not exactly how it's supposed to work" he answers.
"I felt it... hard," you say to him.
It's hard to make him laugh, but you finally managed.
"Hah... alright then, if you say so." He feels a bit disappointed, you realize this isn't the end of that.
But being exposed... isn't something you associate with pleasure. Your exposed tattoos only lead to unhappiness.
Steel motions for you to turn opposite to him, and then he embraces you, spooning next to you. He kisses your neck a few times making your whole body tingle as the feeling spreads through your spine.
And then he falls asleep. You follow him soon after.
Your mind doesn't manage to create any nightmares this time.