So I had this on the back burner for the longest time. I was in tears for the AOS winter finale and then Agent Carter had me rolling on the floor with Captain America feels and just what a badass she was. Oh my.
Anyways, so it's done. Kinda fast. Kinda squicky.
I don't own anything. This show has too many ships.
Fitz slumped back against his chair in the lab and let out a long exhale. He'd expected Coulson to completely chew him out for breaking protocol and nearly killing Ward. Even though Ward was completely helpless, just as he'd felt, he just couldn't kill him. Fitz hated himself that he still cared for the son of a bitch that stabbed him and Simmons in the back. Ward had tried to apologize, explain himself, but Fitz didn't want to hear any of it. He could have done it, killed him, but Gill being a bigger danger to the team, at the last second he turned the oxygen back to normal before running to get Mack. Before Fitz knew it, his hand was back on his left shoulder, massaging it gently, silently wishing, but knowing that the sensation of comfort that Simmons provided for him was only temporary. Drawing out another sigh, he stood up, took one last look at the darkened tablet he'd set on the table before the Director had spoken to him and headed for his quarters.
Sleep was difficult. Either it wouldn't come or his dreams were plagued by nightmares. Or even worse, dreams of him reliving Ward sleeping with him. Tonight looked like it was going to be the latter. Fitz woke up, aroused, ashamed, tears staining his pillow, grasping at his shoulder and tugging the covers tighter, but to no avail. Nothing was helping him.
"You can't go on like this." Simmons' voice said gently. "You need to go to someone."
"I can't." Fitz moaned softly. "I just can't."
"You're making a real effort. I can see that. I know he sees it too." Simmons said.
"You're wrong." Fitz buried his face in the pillow. "I'm broken. Not of use to…"
"That's not true. You saved the team today. You saved Skye, May and Tripp. He saw that." Simmons soothed. "No wonder I like him."
"You ca-can't fancy him." Fitz protested, turning around to face the empty room. "I..."
The next thing he knew, Fitz was slowly trodding through the Playground to Mack's room. The engineer just stood there, frozen in front of the metal door, unsure what to do. He considered knocking or buzzing for Mack, but it was two in the morning, no way would the other man be awake. Fitz sighed, slowly turning away to head back to his own quarters when the door slid open and a strong hand fell on his shoulders.
"Where do you think you're going?" Mack's sleepy voice asked.
"B-b-ba-back to ... my..." Fitz stammered as Mack turned him so that the two men were standing face to face.
"Your room?" Mack raised an eyebrow, making a soft tsk noise. "Fitz, you sure that's where you want to go?"
"I... I-I don't understand." The shorter man said softly.
Mack sighed, wiping a hand across his face before looking back at Fitz. "Do you wanna talk?" He gestured inside his dimly lit room. Fitz nodded, face scarlet as Mack rested a hand on his shoulder and guided the shorter man into the room and closed the door.
"What's on your mind?" Mack asked, grabbing a bottle of water off the nightstand and offering it to Fitz, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. Fitz took the bottle and turned it over in his hands slowly.
"I er... I think... I-I might be... th-the-the..."
"Be honest with him. He's always honest with you." Simmons whispered.
"I-I-I don't need you telling m-me that."
"Yo Fitz." Mack sat down beside him and waved a hand in his face. "You still there?"
"Ye-yeah. Yeah." Fitz muttered, looking away. "Lo-look Mack, I'm so-sorry I ... uh... dis... di-di-dis..."
"You're not disturbing me." Mack said. "You're preventing me from getting a good night's sleep, but when's the last time any of us got that around here?"
"Uh... ah..."
"It was a joke." Mack said, a smile tugging at his lips as Fitz sank deeper into the bed. The two sat together in silence before Mack broke it. "Fitz, what do you want?"
"I... er..." Fitz stammered.
"That's not how this works Fitz. You have to tell me what you want."
Fitz grew quiet, breathing hard. He was attracted to Mack, that much he knew. Did he want more? Could he handle more? He didn't know. Water bottle forgotten, he swallowed hard before crushing his lips against Mack's.
Mack was so different from Ward. He was strong, but gentle. Fitz was a moaning mess as Mack's thrusts into him increased in intensity as the cheap bed creaked and hit the wall. Fitz grasped at the sheets, Mack's arms, anything as he held on, orgasm as Mack grunted whenever he changed the rhythm up. He was feeling good, filled, much better than he'd been in a long time. Fitz choked out a curse as he felt his orgasm hit, hard. Above him, Mack swore and began pounding into him relentlessly.
"He's actually really quite impressive." Simmons sighed, twisting a lock of her hair as she stood over the two men, giving Mack's body the up and down with her eyes. "Much better equipped than Ward."
"Bugger off." Fitz muttered, his eyes slowly closing. Mack's strong arms wrapped around him.
"Maybe he's exactly what you needed." The biochemist's voice gently echoed through Fitz's mind as he drifted off to sleep. Ward was gone. Simmons was gone. But Mack, Mack was still here.
End