We finally got to my room, unnoticed by anyone as I quickly locked my door behind me. I switch my light on as I see Sniper mindlessly looking around, probably all impressed how clean looking my room was. He then glances back at me, giving me a warm smile as he kicks his boots off and settles them next to the bed. I kick my own shoes off as well, not caring where they dropped as I almost pounced over at the man. My hands wrap around his waist as he wraps his own arms around mine. He squeezes me tightly as we just stay like that for some time.
Sniper whispers, "I'm goin' take a quick shower," before finally retracting his arms away. I do the same, freeing the guy from my hold.
"Sure, go ahead." I point over to the door leading to the washroom as he tips his hat at me. But before he went off his way, he takes his hat off and places it over my own hat. I probably looked silly wearing a hat over a hat, but I really did not mind. In fact, it was almost comforting in a way. "There should be a dry towel on the hanger!" I quickly call out as he waves his hand back before disappearing inside the room. I sigh, feeling far too content for my own good as I take both hats off my head and look at them.
I then head back to my door and place the hats on what I call the 'hat-placing-chair'. However, the moment I placed Sniper's hat down, I ended up picking it up again. It was a hat, yes, but it was Sniper's hat. It was important to him in some way, and I was holding it right in my hands. Out of everything, I felt like I was touching his dirtiest part right now. I then place the hat back on my head. The insides felt warm, if a little itchy. And it was a little too big on my head as it almost covered my eyes. I smile as I take the hat off again, just admiring the little details it had. I then take a quick glance over to my own hat, looking as though it was judging me with its non-existing eyes.
"Oh, quit that, I ain't going to replace ya." I roll my eyes over to my hat. It did not reply back, because it was a hat. Before I started to contemplate if I was going crazy or not, I finally placed Sniper's hat back on the chair.
The sound of running water started to go off as I wandered over to the washroom door. It seemed a little rude to watch, but I was a little curious what his body looked like. I peered in. While I could only see his backside, it was still something to gawk at. First my eyes started from his upper shoulder, then his waist and now I was looking straight at his ass. And man was my face fuming just looking at that massive ass of his! Hot damn, I thought only women were allowed to have such rounded asses.
As thrilled as I was at that moment, it soon stopped as I found myself looking over his body once again, more seriously this time around. The guy had quite a few scars all over. Bullets, knives, burnt marks. Scars usually disappeared during respawn, so he must have gotten a lot of them when the respawn was turned off. I had to wonder how many times Sniper– err, Spy– was risking himself out there. All the stories he held, and all the secrets. I want to ask him so many more questions, but we had so little time for that.
"Did ya wanna join?" Sniper suddenly asks over, not even turning to look at me.
In a panic, I shout, "I'm good!" before retreating away from the door. I decided it best just to wait for Sniper as I hurry to my bed and sit down, patiently waiting for him to finish.
A few minutes passed as Sniper finally came out from the washroom. His pants were covering up his lower bottom and the wet towel he had dirtied was wrapped over his neck. The slight hairs on his head had puffed out in a messy fashion as drips of water streamed down his face and body. His body looked so slick, and so smooth, even with all the darkish scars covering all over. I just wanted to place my hands on him and touch him. I mean, I could, but it would be rude to do it before Sniper was even ready for me. He slips the towel off his neck and places it on the bed before sitting himself next to me.
"Just wanna make sure on somthin'. Yah really wanna do this?" I was quick to nod, more than happy to do the dirty with him. "I mean, ain't yah a virgin?"
"What? I ain't no virgin!" It was hard to keep myself down as I answer back with slight anger in my voice. Sniper just gave me a look of doubt as he smirked right at me, saying nothing back. We stay quiet, staring at one another, his stupid smirk trying to wrestle my mouth open again. I knew what he wanted me to say and I was not going to say it. I was not! I was… Damn it! "OK, maybe I am. So what?!"
"Hah! If yah really want me to be yer first." He jokes, but I took offense to his joke. Under different circumstances, Sniper would not be a one night-stand that I would forget the next day. Nor would I want him to feel like he was being used like some sex toy. He would be someone I cared for and…
"Snipes, ya mean more than that to me! I… I…!" My mouth moved, only to go into a fit of stutters. "I really like ya and… And…" Sniper sighs as he places an arm around me, hugging me closer to him.
"Hey, don't force it outta yerself." He gives me a smile as well as a soft kiss on the forehead. "Let's just make the most of it." Even though he said that, I wish I could just say the words to him. Just the right words so he knew how much I cared. Shit, it is so hard to think with him so close to me. As much as I liked all the coddling, I wanted more than just sweet whispers and tender kisses.
I nudge myself out of Sniper's grip as I take a moment to get a good look at him. Water was still draping from his body, making him look like he was sweating profusely. The heavy breathing he was showing through his chest made me believe that even more. Sniper took a risk coming this close to me looking like this.
I moved closer as I let my hands plant themselves right on his ribcage. While he lacked much muscle, there was a slight hint of it there. My fingers traced all around his chest, learning about the outers of his body structure. A snort escapes Sniper as I look up at him. "That tickles, mate." Not the reaction I wanted, but it was a reaction none the less. Like Sniper said, I was a virgin, so I had no clue how this shit worked.
I continued to examine his body, truly taking in the scars he held proudly. There was one scar that was particularly big that interested me the most. It was like a lightning bolt as it stretched from his stomach to his lower abdomen. Perhaps it was a cut wound from a knife of sorts. Either way, it fascinated me, maybe a little bit too much. I touch it, letting my fingers slowly trace over the mark. Sniper grunts, his voice sounding a little rough. I stop to look up at him, seeing the slight pain he felt through his teeth.
"Shit, did that hurt?" I asked, moving my hand off the scar.
"I'm a'right. Not much you can do about it." Sniper shakes his head before sighing. I take to his word and move away from anymore of his scars. My eyes then fixated on his nipples as they were perked, slightly rough and reddish in tone. I poke it with the tip of my index finger, pressing it further down into his body. There was a jolt in him as I did this. So I did it again, and again his body jolted up. Now this was an interesting reaction. Nipples were a mystery to me, because their existence alone seemed useless. Seeing this now, however, made me rethink their usefulness. "Mhaa… Hey, Scout." Sniper softly moaned before asking for my attention. I look up, wondering if he needed me to do something. "Don't mean to ruin yer fun, but I wanna take a good look at ya as well." Thinking now, I was still completely covered in my merc uniform. Crap, how stupid of a thing to miss.
I back off the guy as I sit up on the bed and swiftly remove my shirt, completely exposing the upper half of myself with the exception of my dog tags around my neck and the old bandages that wrapped around my hands. Sniper seemed to be taking in the moment as his eyes started from my chest before leading themselves down to my waist.
"Impressed?" I proudly said over to him, showing off how clean and scar free my body was compared to his. Judging by the thirsty look Sniper was giving me, I think he agreed, very much agreed in fact as he started moving closer, making me fall back on the bed in surprise. "Hey now." There was worry in my tone as he hovered over me, his eyes piercing through mine. His hand moved in as he touched the side of my waist, slowly running it to the top of my chest. His hand felt slightly rough in age, like a tired old glove falling apart. It was interesting to feel to say the least.
Sniper then moved his face down as he kissed me on the stomach. There was a slight jerk in me as I felt the wet kiss. It was strangely pleasant in a way. "Ah–" A sort of squeaky sound came out of my mouth. I did not even know I could produce such a sound before, it was weird. Sniper chuckles and kisses me there again. Once more, I squeaked. Jerk, stop making me produce such a dumb sound. I think Sniper noticed my pouting as he stops to look up at me again.
"Not enjoying it?" He held a big smirk on his face as he asked. The guy just enjoys forcing the words out from me.
"It's fine, or whateve'." I mumbled, giving him my usual stubborn answer back. Sniper took it as an 'I do enjoy it' and chuckles again. It was then that I noticed that our faces were pretty close as we ended up staring at each other. In a way, I did want to kiss him again. But after all the failed attempts before, I had some doubts that this one would be any better. That thought was probably going through Sniper's head as well. His eyes expressed over to me in various emotions, as if messaging me a question.
Without thinking over it any longer, I bridge the gap and press my lips against Sniper's. Sniper seemed surprised at first, but quickly accepts my sudden intrusion inside his mouth. Our lips puckered against each other, pushing back the red skin as hot air intrudes the others mouth. Surprisingly, the trace of alcohol seemed to have finally left Sniper as I tasted nothing but the slick watery liquid that was his saliva. It lasted a while before we backed away, a trace of saliva parting from our lips, exposing our lustful deed.
The room felt even hotter now, way hotter than it did moments ago. Our bodies were so close together, half-clothed, wet and warm. All we have done was tease each other. It was only a matter a time before flesh came into contact with flesh. Crap, this was not the time to get cold feet but I was getting it pretty bad. Maybe it was because we had yet to discuss how this was going to go down. Neither of us were a woman, and someone needed to take that role. Aw shit, I feel like it is going to be me as well. Not my fault that I was the one with the healthy and young slim body here. Stopping now to ask would probably sour the mood.
"Hey." It was just one word, but it got my mind all riled up. My mind thought over all the possible requests he was going to give me, good, bad, awful, really awful, and the classic holy shit I do not have a pissing fetish dude. Oh man, ah shit, keep it cool, you did not get this far to have things end here. "Can I suck yer dick?"
There was a moment of awkward silence.
I had no clue what was going through his head but in mine there was a record playing on repeat, force feeding me that line over and over again. "No?" His eyes showed a look of rejection.
"Uh, sure, go ahead! Ur…" My words fumbled about as I tried to give him the OK on it. There was a sigh of relief from him as he starts to lower down on me, finally stopping right near my crotch. I brought myself up a little as I watched him pull down my pants, exposing my underwear at him. A slight bumped poked upward in my underwear. The bump underneath was, of course, my slightly erect dick. Even with all my worrying, I ended up getting hard anyway.
Sniper gently laid his hand on top of my bulge, making me squirm about a little. Even with the thin line of clothing protecting my most sensitive part, my body reacted in a way I never thought possible before. The warmth of his hand felt different from my own. It felt really good, comforting even. He then wrapped his fingers around the edges of my underwear, slowly pulling them down and finally exposing my cock right in front of his face. It wiggled in the air, almost begging itself to be touched by the man again. Sniper was eager to comply with its wishes as he gently grabs the length of my cock. My face flinches as a low moan pushes through my lips.
"Feelin' a'right?" He pants at me, looking quite excited about this as much as I was. Alright was not even close to what I was feeling right now. He did not even have to suck my dick at this point, because his hand touching alone would be enough to get me off. Still, it never hurt to ask for more.
"Ye-Yeah. I'm good…" Sniper smiles and then looks back at my dick. He seemed so focused on it, like he was contemplating his next action. It was taking so long; I was restless. I just wanted him to open his mouth and suck me down already. My hand ended up resting on his head, slightly pushing it down. Sniper could see the impatience I was having as he finally opened his mouth, swallowing down the tip of my dick. "Ah–!" I yelped, quickly covering my mouth with the back of my hand. I never expected such a feeling before, holy shit. His mouth felt so warm on my dick, and he had yet to go further than the tip.
Sniper did a big wheezed through his nose before finally pushing his mouth down, swallowing even more of my cock. He went all the way to the end before slurping back up to the top again. He held this steady constant pace that it was hypnotizing to watch. And hot, man was it so hot to watch him suck like that. I could not only hear his loud sucking, but the muffled moans he was making in-between. Fuck, this was far too much for me to handle.
My hand on the man's head tightens as I felt myself already getting close. It just started and I was already so damn close to coming. Sniper could tell that as well as he selfishly takes his mouth off and continues stimulating me with his hand. I know he had his reasons, but man did I really want to blow my load right in his mouth. "Ah–! Sniper…" I ended up blurting out his name, not even ashamed that I did. There was a certain reaction in Sniper when I said that though. He had a cool demeanor when he sucked me off, but it was replaced with a look of a straight up pervert.
Sniper stood up slightly, one hand still gripped tightly around my dick while his other hand searched through his pants. In an instant, he pulled out his own dick and started jacking himself right in front of me. The guy must have been hard for some time, because that thing was looking to explode any second now.
My hand ended up moving over to him as it brushed against the very hand Sniper was using to beat himself off. I wanted to touch his dick, and I wanted to make him feel good as well. The hand accepted my invitation as he lets me hold onto his dick. I grabbed it as gently as I could, making Sniper wheeze out another moan. It was beating like crazy, and it felt so damn warm in my hand. The pacing of my hand was a little awkward and a little more sporadic, compared to Sniper's movements anyway. Even with all his twitching and moaning he was doing, the guy was able to keep at a steady pace on me.
He hissed loudly, "Nhh–!" The pulsing of his dick started to go crazy as he dug his face into my shoulder. With a coughing of grunts and wheezes, Sniper quickly came, spilling his semen into my hand. It surprised me, as I expected to come before the guy– Aw shit, I was about to come.
I bit my teeth together as I wheezed out a groan, finally releasing myself into the man's grip. Even as I came, Sniper still continued his hand movements, making coming all that more pleasurable. The pleasures slowly left as I finally calm down, falling head first into the guy's chest. Sniper finally freed my dick as I did the same. We rested our semen covered hands on the bed, our fingertips touching the others.
The two of us sit there, exhausted and panting aloud. I look up to Sniper staring down at me.
"Did that feel good?" He asks, still panting. I cracked a smile.
"Yeah, that was fuckin' awesome." I happily told the guy as I dug my face deeper into his chest again. He takes his clean hand as he brushes his fingers against the small strands in my hair. We stay like that for a while, taking in the moment of the others warmth and touch.
"Hey, if yah have the energy, we could go again." He was bold to ask that so soon. Compared to me, the guy looked as if he was going to pass out any minute now.
"Me? Hell, I always have the energy. Ya might need to get back on yer oxygen tank, grandpa." Even after the jokes, the mood in the air still felt tense. Shit, I really did want to go on his offer of continuing, but it might be too much for the guy. I backed my head away and gave a good look over to Sniper. He looked back. Our eyes did the talking and they quickly came to an agreement. We were to go again.
Again, I pressed my lips on Sniper's as he eagerly accepted it. There were small gasps of air between each kiss as we struggle to breathe half the time. I had no clue if it was because of how exhausted we were feeling, or if we were kissing longer than our lungs wanted us to. Eventually, I ended up pushing the guy down on the bed, lying on top of him, still assaulting his mouth.
My fingers moved up his chest as they went for his nipples again. I rubbed my ring and index finger around the areola while my middle finger poked into his nipple. Sniper tried to moan, but his sounds were muffled inside my mouth. His body fidgeted about as he threw one arm around my neck while gripping the sheets with his other hand. These new reactions Sniper showed me were so hot, even cute at times. I had the wonder if the guy was phoning it in, just to help my self-conscious on the whole virgin thing and all. If he was, damn he was good at it.
"Sco–Scout." My name escapes him as we finally unhook mouths, strings of saliva parting from our lips. Aw shit, I can see why the guy lost his cool when I said his name. Just looking at him now, breathless, sweating, his mouth gaping wide open at me. It really drives a man crazy.
I use my newly freed mouth to attack his neck again, slowly moving down to his shoulder and even chest. Whatever fleshes were open, I did a quick bite into them. I wanted that flesh to be my mark on him. It was a little hard to do while simultaneously attacking his nipples as I found myself too distracted from one action to the other. Sniper seemed to have noticed my struggles as he started to massage his nipple the same way I did before.
"I want my marks all over you..." My mouth went off on itself, not even understanding myself on what I had just said. Sniper takes a heavy exhale before making a loud swallowing sound. I thought he wanted to say something, but when his mouth opened again, no sound came out. Before I knew it, Sniper laid his head on my shoulder, biting into it. I yelp out, my head flinching to the side where he nicked me. There, he left his own mark on me as it flushed a pinkish red. He looks at me, grinning, licking his lips all seductive like. Fuck, Sniper had no right to be this fucking desirable right now.
I then eyed down to his limp dick, still drenched all over in his semen. I wanted to treat Sniper the same way he treated me, and I really wanted him to get hard from me again. I bend down, my face stopping just inches apart from his crotch. Softly, I brushed my fingers on his dick, making him twitch about. I touch it again, caressing it down to his balls. Heavy grunts and wheezes poured from Sniper as I continued to fondle and play with his dick, trying to find the right spots that made him jerk the most. This was fun and all, but I wanted to do even more to him.
Inhaling heavily, I open my mouth.
"Ahh–!" Sniper squeals out a moan, his back falling down on the bed as I swallowed down on his dick. I gargled on my own spit, trying my best to not choke or even drown myself in it.
Sucking a dick for the first time was quite strange, putting it bluntly. It was solid, but kind of slimy and soft. Sort of like a melting Popsicle, only not as cold.
This was also the first time I had the taste of semen as well. I was never brave enough or dumb enough to taste my own, so this was another first of mines. It was gooey, a little bubbly, and it tasted almost fruity but also salty. It was equally as strange as sucking dick.
Taking it slow, I moved down, only being able to reach the middle before my windpipe felt totally blocked of air. Going back up was rough as well, having the urge to gag up the foreign object that I had just swallowed. This is freaking hard to do. I should have given Sniper more credit on his work, the guy had every right to pull out before I came.
After a few failed attempts, I could feel the length of Sniper's cock grow in size. I pulled back and watched as Sniper's dick stood stiff in the air, throbbing like crazy. It was amazing how this guy was able to recover again so quickly. Sniper panted heavily, his chest raising like crazy, his body twitching about.
His body… his whole body was spread across the bed. Sniper was presenting himself right at me, showing all the naughty parts that even he could not properly see. Aw shit, aw shit, aw fucking shit. There was only one thing on my mind now, something that I felt to be too filthy for me to even think. Shit, I really wanted to put my dick inside him. I really want to fuck this guy's asshole. I really want to fuck Sniper, god damn!
The memories of my past suddenly flashed by me, trying to weasel out the answer on where my life went so wrong and how I got to this point. I thought about all the hot chicks that rejected me, and the hot chicks that rejected me twice or more. Was my mind just lying to me all this time, hiding the fact I enjoyed something so unnatural, that I enjoyed pleasuring older men and that I enjoyed sucking dick. Again, I was probably overthinking. This was not the time! The only thing that mattered now was Sniper and I. And I cared for Sniper– Spy– I cared for HIM. Just HIM.
"Scout." I soon noticed that Sniper had been calling for me for who knows how long. "Back again? Ya seemed lost there for a second." He sounded a little worried, but held a smile on his face.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm back." I was red in the face, really freaking embarrassed with the psychological breakdown I just had in front of him.
"Did you wish to stop?"
"No, I want to keep going more than ever!"
"Well, if you weren't, you wouldn't be like that now, would ya?" His eyes slowly look down at my crotch. I look down as well to see my length had grown in size, almost pointing over at Sniper. This piece of meat was far too self-aware for its own good.
Sniper laughs again as he then brings his hand close to his face. I watched as he pushed two fingers in his mouth, sucking loudly on them. I had no clue what he was doing as he finally stops, taking the fingers out as trails of saliva follow. He laid his back on the bed again, exposing himself so openly to me. Then, the guy moved his hand from his thighs, passing by his dick and reaching his ass. He rubs the outer edges before forcing his fingers inside, slowly inserting them into his anus. The guy was literally fingering himself right in front of me. "Nh–!" He groans out, slight pain showing from his face as he continued to thrust the fingers in and out. It was so tempting to just jerk myself or even Sniper right now, but I held some self-control for once and stayed where I was, watching the show in front of me.
It was then that I realized why he was doing this as I finally spoke over to him, "Hey, if ya don't want to take it, I-I could, or… whateve…" My mouth stuttered about, getting really embarrassed to finish the rest of the sentence. Here I was worried about getting dicked by him, and now I was straight up asking him to fuck my asshole.
"Naw, I want yah... I want yah inside me…" He straight up begged over, completely unashamed. Sniper slowly pulled his fingers out, spreading his legs further apart as he did. He was so damn inviting right now. Shit, I just wanted to fucking plow him so bad, but my body just went stiff on me. I really had no clue how to do this and I think Sniper saw through my hesitation.
Sniper pulled himself up as he came over to me, gently pushing me down on the bed. He hovered over me before sitting himself onto my stomach. He then slowly moved himself down as his ass sat against my erect dick. Oh shit, this was really happening.
My hands ended up on my head as I try to hide my face away from the erotic sight. Great, now I look like a blushing schoolgirl, how fucking lame. Sniper's hand touched mine as it gently caressed the top of my knuckles. I peek out, his smiling face staring down at me, begging for my gaze. In a way, it calmed me as I moved my hands down my face before planting them back on the bed.
Sniper hovers over my groin as he straightens my cock upward. With one heavy inhale, he slowly moved down, pushing my dick inside him.
"Ahh–! Fuck!" I moaned out loudly, feeling slippery warmth surround my dick. He consumed the tip, than the shaft and before I knew it, Sniper's ass had completely swallowed the entirety of my cock.
"Haah–!" Sniper groaned out as he sat there, his mouth gaping wide open as he continued breathing heavily. His hands rested on my stomach, helping him still as he started to pull himself up. The moving he did was a little rough, only being able to move up half way before falling back down on me again. Still, pure ecstasy was coursing through my body, shutting down my brain of any and all rational thoughts. The jerky movements of flesh hitting flesh, the rising warmth coursing inside my body, the squeaky sounds made by both the bed and us– Fuck, it was damn unbelievable how good this all felt.
The pleasure soon started to fade as Sniper ended up slowing down before completely stopping. Regaining some of my thoughts again, I looked over to Sniper, wondering why he had stopped so suddenly. The guy was in the middle of a coughing fit again, wheezing and gasping heavily for air. "Sorry... one moment…" He drops his head as he placed a hand over his mouth, continuing his coughing into it.
"Hey, take it easy." I pulled myself up a little as I placed a hand on Sniper's shoulder, rubbing it gently to comfort him. I then take the moment to slightly reposition him closer to me as my hands then ended up on his legs, gripping ever so tightly to them. While Sniper did finally stop coughing, he was completely tired looking now as he stood still, softly panting. Damn, I really want to get things rolling again. This was selfish of me, but I need to feel that pleasure once more.
My pelvis thrusted up only once, but it made Sniper react in such an unashamed and filthy way I had to do it again. And so I did it again, and again, and again until I found myself bouncing the man up and down.
"Ahh–!" Sniper constantly moaned out, continuing to cover his mouth as he leaned his other hand behind him, trying to support his body from falling back. He even had trouble keeping his eyes open as he squeezed them down tightly. "More like… Keep–merde!" The guy was panting and coughing so weirdly that he had trouble keeping his voice in check.
"Huuh? Ya wanted what?" I teased, wanting to hear more of his voice cracks.
"Keep like… Aaah–! Bon sang, reste ensemble!" He swore, losing the Australian accent completely. Aw shit, he was talking in French now. I had no clue what he just said but it was really riling me up.
Sniper seemed to be losing steam as his arm bended back on him suddenly, making him fall back on the bed and slipping out from my hold.
I pant out, "Snipes, ya alright?" But all Sniper did was pant back with those tired like eyes of his. He then ran his hand down past his thighs, spreading back the flesh from his entrance, wishing for me inside him again. I gulp down harshly, my face burning up in bright red as I eagerly take to his request.
I bring up his lower back a little, holding his legs next to my sides and steadily reinserting myself inside him again. I hunched forward as Sniper's back arched upward, feeling my dick slip all the way through him with such ease. My face was closer to his as we stared at the other. His hand had fled away as his face was all fully exposed now, completely drenched with sweat, his face bright red, his mouth gaping wide open with spit stringing from his teeth.
Again, I eagerly thrusted into him, making him groan out loudly as our bodies jerked back and forth on the bed. Sniper swung his arm over my neck while he ran his hand down, pressing against his abdomen before slipping onto his cock, stroking in the motions of my thrusting. Our eyes meet as we both instinctually went in to kiss the other. They were short, but many as we continuously kissed the others lips, cheeks, necks, everywhere we could lay our lips on.
Sniper then retracted his head away, really wheezing out now as the grip around my neck tightens.
"Hahh–!" With another heavy wheeze, Sniper had come before me once again. His semen spurted upward, spilling onto my stomach and down his thighs. His dick finally settled down, going soft once more as he takes his hand off it, laying it down on the bed.
Even though the man was panting out tired, I was still rocking against him, edging closer to my limit. Sniper moaned out for me regardless, still keeping a tight hold until I finally finished myself. "Snipes, I–!" My movements did not hold back as I desperately wanted to fill this man up. I buried my head into his neck, wheezing right into his ear as I felt like bursting any moment. A small chuckle escapes Sniper as he held ever so tightly on me, prepared to take in all I could give.
With one last series of thrusts, I blew my load straight into Sniper. It felt never ending the amount of semen that was coming out from me. Sniper heaves out a groan as he twitched about, feeling the warm liquid pour through him. Another thrust or two and I was finally satisfied and completely and utterly warn out. I take what little energy I had left to pull myself out of Sniper before falling back on top of him.
We lay there, panting and wheezing, neither of us having the energy to move anymore. Sniper places a hand over my head before kissing the side of my face. I turn my head over, giving a small kiss to his lips before snuggling my head in his neck again.
Even though I felt extremely warm, sweaty and sticky, I wanted to stay like this with Sniper. I did not wish for him to go, and I did not wish to leave his side. There was still so much left to do, so much I needed to know. But I doubt we were ever going to see each other again, less remember the other if we did.
This sucks. This sucks so god damn much. And even now, I still cannot say the right words to him. Damn it. Fucking damn it.