A combination of Christmas, boredom and a Red vs Blue RP resulted in this OTcrackP, involving Maine and some festive treats. Hope you have a good laugh or two!
With a loud thump, Agent Florida hit the floor. He did not get up again, and a quick medical scan by FILSS confirmed that he was knocked out cold. "Round over. Match completed. Agent Maine wins!"
As the doors to the training room floor opened, Maine found himself assailed by a flurry of admirers, mostly the lower-tier agents looking for someone to worship. "Hey that was awesome!" "Way to go Maine!" "I like your style, he never saw it coming!" "Will you sign my chestplate?"
He looked around for that last person, but couldn't find them. Secretly grinning behind his helmet, he coolly navigated his way through the throng, on his way to the change rooms. They followed, still whooping and exclaiming with delight. "Hey, Maine, "asked the orange-and-yellow Kansas, "what's your secret? I mean, I've seen guys like you before, built like friggin' tanks, but none of 'em could lay a guy out like you just did Florida! Come on, you gotta let me know!"
Maine took off his helmet, stretched his neck till the tendons popped. Then he just smiled and said lowly, "I never reveal my secrets." Leaving a disappointed Kansas and the rest behind, he increased his pace and made a quick right, heading for the small closet just next to the change rooms. Making sure, no-one was around, he slipped inside and locked the door.
Though there appeared to be nothing more than a shelf of bottles, buckets and other cleaning/maintenance materials, he already felt a dull rush of heat suffuse his whole body, set his heart to pounding. Inside his gauntlets, he felt sweat beading on his palms. He quickly pulled them off. He wanted to experience this in every way he could. The rush of it…God…
He slipped a hand between a pair of buckets, feeling around, eyes intent. Soon, he found what he was looking for, and he felt weak at the knees. Here was everything. Here was his alpha and omega.
His eyes drank in the sight. The long, hard, sugared shaft, emblazoned with lines of red and white, stood there boldly, like a huntress in her native environment. The small curl at the top brought a soft moan from his lips, and he was already fantasising about wrapping his lips around it, sucking on it-
His mouth moved closer and closer. He felt his heart start jack-hammering. This was better than any fight. This was heaven on earth. This was-
"HEY! Maine! Are you in the closet again?" It was York.
With a jerk he spun, and threw himself against the door, all libido winking out like a candle flame. "I…I was just looking for some cleaning solution! For my armour! That's all!"
"Really?" A pause, then, "…have you got a candycane in there!"
"WHAT!?" he shouted back, feeling simultaneously outraged and ashamed. "Of course not! I-I'd never do that! It's just sick!"
"Now, come on, Maine, I've seen you looking at them! And there's nothing wrong with it, you know, I mean, we've all thought about it at one time or another…"
"I do NOT have a candycane in here!"