Thinking about being in a secret relationship with Gaz
Pairing: Kyle Gaz Garrick x Male Reader
Content tags: power dynamics (reader is a higher up, Gaz is ranks below him), suggestive, slight breath play, absolute tooth rotting fluff let’s not make eye contact after this:/ author wrote this in like 2 hours pls excuse any mistakes
It’s no secret that romantic relationships between soldiers are forbidden, so you and Gaz do your best to keep your relationship hidden, settling for passing glances, brief touches and conversing only in a professional tone when around other people.
However, in moments like these, where you’re hidden away from prying eyes, in some forgotten corner of the barracks, things are completely different.
You take note of the way Gaz fills out his gray shirt, how it sticks to him like second skin, the way it clings to his pecs and abdomen, how it curves around his toned arms and highlights his waist.
As you take a step closer, he subconsciously takes a step back up until he’s flushed against the wall with you completely glued to his front. You can feel his body heat emitting onto your skin, can even feel his boner pressing into the lower half of your body as you slot your leg between his thighs.
Your hand runs along the length of his arm, calloused fingers taking note of each bump and ridge embedded into his skin and how ever so smooth it feels under your fingertips before curving your hand at the back of his neck, not squeezing or anything but just resting there.
His hands finds home at your hips, fingers anxiously digging into the supple skin, anticipatingly waiting for what you’re going to do next.
Always so eager, you think to yourself
His neck is ever so warm under your palm, goosebumps rising under your touch as your thumb caresses his skin. You can even feel the bump and ridges from the army tags he’s wearing, can even feel the second smaller chain on him that’s carrying your ring.
You shift your hand just a bit, so it rests in the middle of his throat, slightly pressing down with your thumb on his windpipe.
He gasps, Adam's apple moving around as warm brown eyes peer up at you in surprise. You smile before you dive down to his neck, placing gently kisses along the length of it, only to hear the sweetest sounds sung from his vocal chords.
Those very same eyes flutter close, long black lashes resting upon burning cheeks, as his fingers dig further into your hips.
“Please,” he says, the words ever so shaky as they float into the air while one hand hooks around your own neck.
You move away a bit, suppressing a chuckle as you spot the disappointment on his face but the amusement bleeds out into something more warm as you take note of each faded scar on his face, each individual strand of hair on his jaw and cheeks, the way his lips seem to shine just as much as his eyes as he swipes his tongue over them.
So, so, so pretty always so pretty you think to yourself.
“Kyle” you finally say his name after calling him by his tile the whole day, the name sounding ever so familiar as it rolls off of your tongue, sounding like everything you wish to say to him and everything you don’t dare say out loud.
Your free hand cradles his jaw, thumb hooking onto his bottom lip to part his mouth watching the way brown eyes flutter open, dark irises swirling in approval.
Kiss me, please.
You gently slot your lips together, hearing the way he gasps, before he kisses back. The taste of cheap cafeteria coffee makes its way on your tongue and his soft lips a stark contrast to the coarse hair of his beard. The kiss continues to grow more passionate, til your tongue’s languidly dragging along his bottom lip and you can’t seem to catch your breath.
Just as things are about to escalate you hear his head hit the wall with a thud and you pull away, eyes wide mouth agape only to burst out laughing from the bashful look on his face.
“You okay?” You say with a fond smile on your face as you watch the way he rubs at his head and avoids your gaze.
“Yeah sorry, got a bit carried away,” he says words as bashful as the look on his face and once again you can’t help but burst out in laughter, head lolling onto his shoulder, smelling your body wash and your cologne on him as you rest your head there.
“Hey stop laughing it’s not funny,” although sounding annoyed you can hear the fondness in his tone as his hands gently stroke your back.
“It’s not funny” you say in agreement, hints of laughter still bubbling from your chest before finally fizzing out in a satisfied sigh.
“Sorry.., it’s just..,” you never finish your words as you nuzzle your nose along the fabric of his shirt, almost tracing the words into the material like the seams that are stitched into it.
It’s just that I love you.
And although you don’t say it aloud and he doesn't hear your words of affection, he just knows, you can hear it in the way he says your name, tone ever so soft, each letter rolling off of his tongue with so much consideration and love.
Your free hand sneaks under his shirt, his searing hot skin a stark contrast to your cold finger tips, mapping out the road your hands have taken many times before, tracing across the scars and hidden tattoos inked across his chest and ribs, up to his shoulder where you pause your movements.
“Kyle” you say again, simply just because you can and because you hope he’ll say your name again with a nervous stutter and a hitched breath. You gently knead the flesh in your hands, hearing him take shaky breaths and the clinking sounds of his tags as you grab ahold of them, your gaze shifting between his eyes and lips.
There’s a question at the tip of your tongue, words that are abruptly cut off by his own as he changes his demeanor, voice stripped off of all warmth and affection as he pushes you off of him.
“Sergeant”
When you meet his gaze, you notice his eyes glued to something or someone behind him and as you turn you notice the presence of another soldier who seems unaware of what had just happened.
You snap out of your trance, hands falling to your chest to straighten out the crinkles on the shirt you’re wearing
“Good work today, sergeant Garrick” is all you say, although your voice is hoarse and your shaky fingers do anything but take the wrinkles out of the material, before you walk away, leaving him all flustered as you disappear behind a corner.
Later on you’ll find him again, later on you’ll lead him to your own dorm, later on you’ll have him sprawled out on your bed wearing nothing but your ring while making love to him but for now you’ll part ways in hopes of persevering this well kept secret that is your relationship.
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