Disclaimer: I don't own Pacific Rim or any of its characters, wishful thinking aside.
Authors Note #1: This is my first Pacific Rim story, so I am pretty much testing the waters. I have not yet had the pleasure of reading/watching any other source material other than the movie itself. So, in respect to that, this story is based on the material we have been given during the movie and the movie alone.
Warnings: This story is meant to fit in post-movie. *Contains: adult language, adult content, sexual content, movie spoilers, smut and more!
Kaiju Goo and Personal Space Bubbles
Chapter Six
"Dude," he tried, voice rough-shod and just a bit wrecked, conscience getting the better of him as Hermann's hand trailed down the front of his shirt, all blunt nails and hot sweat as a smattering of droplets shivered down his skin.
Hermann ground his erection against his thigh, inhaling deeply as he buried his face into the curve of his neck - pheromones.
"Whoa, um, dude? Hermann? Buddy? You're totally on my side of the lab!" he squeaked, losing track of the words, arms flailing as the older man backed him up against cold stainless steel. His voice pitched embarrassingly high as Hermann grinned, all sharp-toothed and ridiculously predatory despite the fact that he was still leaning on his cane, tottering every other step.
Hermann's hands were everywhere, curling around his shoulders, his arms, tangling in his hair, raking down his neck, fluttering down the curve of his chin, cupping his-
Oh shit.
His head fell back, thudding almost comically hard against the rusty iron wall when Hermann's fingers curled around his length, stroking through his jeans as he tried to remember how that whole breathing thing worked. He stuttered through an inhale, sucking in air like it was going out of style – like Hermann was the only thing in a hundred mile radius that was miraculously pumping out that sweet, sweet O2.
"Hermann, I-"
Call him crazy, but this just wasn't how he'd pictured their first time. In fact, it was kind of the opposite really. Considering Hermann's – ah – sparse history and his well – not exactly unimpressive string of partners since college he'd figured he'd be the one steering, you know?
But Hermann was just grinding into him, one hand tugging at the button of his jeans, struggling to get the zipper down one handed as he laved down the curve of his nape, sucking at the vulnerable skin unrepentantly until he squirmed. He felt hyper-sensitive, aware, all but thrumming with it as Hermann murmured approvingly. Wordless hums that were all base sounds and no vowels as his zipper parted and suddenly the man's fingers, –fever hot yet chilled – were curling around his length.
"Hermann, could you- oh-oh god. Crap, just-"
Hermann's hand firmed around his dick, all slick palms and just a smidge too tight, as the man mouthed words, kisses, hell, for all he knew equations into the dip of his collarbone.
He gasped into the man's mouth when Hermann added a twist, jacking him off with a sort of sloe-eyed focus that the man had only ever displayed when working on a particularly difficult algorithm and wow – really - he wasn't going to last at all. It was just too good, too much, too-
The pipe dream that was his desire to last more than thirty seconds curled up into the fetal position and did a nose dive as Hermann's thumb swiped over the head, lips splitting in a predatory grin as he wheezed something – maybe words, maybe even the man's name before Hermann leaned in and did it again.
"Oh fuck me…" he breathed.
Everything about this was about fifty shades of not okay. But hey, he was adaptable, right? Biologically speaking, humanity had to-
Sweet Jesus, did Hermann just growl?
Yep.
Yes he did.
Oh god.
His cock twitched, serenely ignoring that fact that Hermann was nosing into him, all stuttering r's and vibrating vocal cords that had no business being as hot as it was. A doorknob dug into the back of his spine, grinding into the vertebra as Hermann's free hand flailed behind him, grinding his erection, hot and hard in the confines of his briefs, against his thigh – hissing at the friction.
It was around that point that he figured it was time to give as good as he was getting. Chalk it down to pride, lust, curiosity, or just good old fashioned desire, but he wanted more. He wanted to feel it – to watch as the man fell apart around him. He wanted-
Nerves, excitement, and the urge to just fucking do something got the better of him when his fingers dug deep into the man's hair, yanking Hermann's head up from where he was sucking a bruise into his skin and capturing his lips in a sloppy, off-kilter sort of the kiss. Teeth, lips and tongue clacked together, tangling as his hand snuck down, using the man's distraction to his advantage as his eased the man's briefs down his hips and gave his length, rock hard and leaking, a firm squeeze.
But Hermann didn't seem to mind. In fact, the man just fucking keened.
And okay, so, that was new.
Also, weird.
Hot, but weird.
It was the sort of weird that if Hermann remembered any of this later, he was going to kill him all over again, kind of weird. In a lot of ways it was basically Hermann in a nutshell. Hot, weird, annoying, impossi-
His brain hiccuped in mid-thought as Hermann's hand firmed around his dick, one hand reaching down to cup his sack, rolling it. His eyes slammed closed, caught between pain and pleasure as the man's teeth grazed across his throat.
And wow, okay, so even if the man murdered him later?
Worth it.
A/N #1: Thank you for reading. Please let me know what you think! Reviews and constructive critiquing are love! – The next chapter should be up in a few days.
