The one is short (1,500 words) and vanilla. Its also my first M/F smut and first third person, so that might be off. Takes 10+ years before Metal Gear Solid 3, and has no real spoilers. Characters: The Boss, Jack (aka Naked Snake aka Big Boss)
A gust of wind pushed the cool air past the green leaves, shaking them enough to make a few fall, gently drifting through the air to before coming to rest on the fabric of a tent. The shelter was small and spartan in nature, barely big enough for two people to lay side by side. Two backpacks were laid outside, heavy with supplies and tools, and the old ashes of a fire were picked up briefly by the wind before they fell to the ground once more. Birdsong sounded from above, and a particularly loud call caused a person in the tent to start awake. He looked around, confused when he saw no one beside him, only a faint impression left on the sleeping bag. Seeing the position of the sun against the wall of the tent, he paled and muttered, "Shit." Frantically grabbing a pair of pants from that he was using as a pillow and pulling on a pair of boots that were next to the sleeping bag, he unzipped the tent flap and stepped outside, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the bright daylight. From behind him, he heard a familiar voice call out.
"Jack. You woke up late." Expecting the cutting tones of anger, he was surprised when it sounded… sultry? He turned around, laying eyes on the woman he knew simply by 'Boss.' She was wearing what she had worn the day before, a set of fatigues that matched the color of the terrain around them, but the buttons at the front were undone, exposing part of her toned chest and stomach. Only the gentle inner curve of her breasts was shown, but Jack still gulped anxiously, trying to keep his eyes from straying across her body.
"B-Boss, I thought you were going to- to wake me up," he said, stumbling over his own words in nervousness. "I'm- I-"
She cut him off, holding up a hand to stem his apologies. "No need to be sorry. It's not your fault, Jack," she said, drawing out the name in a husky voice, and she continued in a suggestive tone, "I was planning to wake you with a surprise." She stepped forward, trailing her fingers along the side of the tent as she moved towards him, hips swaying. Jack stood dumbstruck, his words stuck in his throat as he stared at her. He had always thought she was beautiful, perhaps not in the traditional sense, but he admired her strong, muscled form. Her face was not pretty, however it was certainly handsome, with piercing blue eyes, high cheekbones, and a strong, squared chin, outlined by her blond hair. She stopped in front of him, a seductive look in her eyes as she grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him until their bodies were pressed together. With their lips only inches apart, Jack felt the hot exhale of breath across his face and the pounding of his heart as her other hand slipped down between them. He gasped when her hand cupped between his legs, his member starting to strain against the confines of his boxers. He hadn't been able to take care of it for the past two weeks, and he already felt his control slipping away. She leaned in, whispering in a tone that made his heart pound even harder and his shaft throb against her hand.
"You're so hard already. You wanted this, I can tell." He felt her hand start moving up and down his length through his pants, and he let out a low groan. She released her grip on his shirt, letting the bunched up material fall back into place, and lowered herself to a crouch in front of him. Her hands unbuttoned his pants, unzipping them to reveal the bulge in his underwear, a small wet stain in the fabric near the tip. Jack looked down at her face in a mix of confusion and arousal and her blue eyes returned the gaze with a smile on her lips as her soft hand reached inside his boxers through the fold of cloth in the front. Her fingers wrapped around his engorged manhood and pulled it out to meet the open air, and he let out a groan, even the slight stimulation intense against the sensitive skin. She stroked him once, staring into his eyes with a seductive look as she bit her lip, starting to move her hand up and down his thick member in a rhythmic motion. After less than a minute, he was already so close, his shaft feeling painfully full and throbbing with every motion of her hand. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back as another low groan escaped him.
Suddenly he felt her release him and an arm wrap around his throat, her body now pressed against his back as she put him in what he recognized as a CQC chokehold. He stood frozen, confused and still torturously aroused, on the brink of release. He heard her voice against his ear, and this time the tone was familiar. Disappointment.
"I expected better of you, Jack. I thought that lesson I gave you a while ago would have prepared you."
Jack managed a strangled voice against her arm, confusion evident as he said, "What? What are you talking about?"
He heard her sigh against his ear, the warm breath tickling him, and she said, "The lesson I gave you about female agents. There are as many of them as men, and they won't hesitate to try and seduce you. If I had been one of them, you'd be dead right now, or worse. You didn't even try to ask me what I was doing,"
He groaned as the realization sunk in. It had been a test, and he failed. It wasn't the only surprise the Boss had sprung on him, but it was unlike anything she had done before. He mumbled an apology, feeling his face burn red.
Her voice softened a bit as she spoke again, saying, "I suppose it's not entirely your fault. You haven't been able to relieve yourself for a while, and I did come on quite strong." Her voice hardened again, turning businesslike as she continued, "I've seen you getting distracted, staring at me during training. The lack of release is affecting your performance, and we can't have that." She let go with one arm, keeping the other around his neck, and he felt her hand return to his member, still stiff and poking out from his boxers with wetness glistening on the tip.
He started, surprised by the contact, and said, "B-Boss, what are you doing?" He let out a long, low moan through gritted teeth as he felt her hand start to stroke up and down, rekindling the intense pressure in his shaft.
"There isn't any point in just letting you go and having you walk stiff the rest of the day," she explained, after a moment adding, "and... I like to finish what I start." Jack opened his mouth to respond and instead let out another groan as her hand sped up, stroking him at a rapid rate. He felt his muscles stiffen, the sudden burst of pleasure pushing him over the edge, and after a few moments he came, a jet of white erupting from the tip of his shaft to stain the grass in front of him. Her hand continued stroking him at a quick pace, unrelenting as pulse after pulse of come slowly released the pressure in his member. When he was finally empty, with only a single drop of translucent fluid pearling at the head of his manhood in response to her hand, she released him from her hold. He remained still, wobbling a bit from side to side, breathing heavily and feeling very confused as he tried to work out the past few minutes. The Boss walked over to the tent, wiping her hand on her pants as she said, "Come on. Get yourself presentable and let's get moving. We've already wasted daylight." She began emptying and disassembling the tent, making sure to hide her flushed face from Jack. She hadn't lied when she had said it was a test, and it was a good idea to make him finish so he wasn't hopelessly distracted for the rest of the day… but she had gotten a bit carried away. She reined in the budding arousal between her legs, distracting herself by running through the packing checklist in her mind as she picked up each item, falling into the monotonous rhythm she had done many times before.
Jack numbly buttoned and refastened his pants, his mind still in shock. He felt like if he closed his eyes he would wake up in the sleeping bag, everything a dream, but reality stayed firmly in place. He suddenly remembered there was still another week before this trip was over, and he wondered if this would change it.
I still have no idea what I'm doing. If you have an idea for a future chapter or criticism/suggestions, a review or a PM would help immensely and I'll always reply if I can.