fun fact, a 3 day streak of writing is about when i start thinking all my writing is the same and i hate it. but i refuse to let my brain win this time i REFUSE
on the upside: yay more SigSquad Band AU! vaguely set after First Impression.
"Give me ten minutes, then come to my room."
That was what Eva had whispered into Neil's ear when they were walking offstage for the night. This venue was swanky enough to have two rooms; before the show Eva and Roxie used one and the boys used the other, but in general no one had any qualms about zipping between the rooms.
Roxie had told her, with a feline grin, that she was dragging Rob out to the nearest bar for a while. It wasn't like Eva and Neil were trying to hide anything now that they were together, after all. And so:
She had one boot off and her blouse undone when Neil knocked on the door. "Yep," she said, hopping over. She raised her boot-clad leg at him as the door opened. "Help me off with this, will you?"
"Hi to you too." He pulled it off with a mighty tug and passed it back to her, kicking the door closed as he did.
"Hi," she said, then tossed the boot aside and kissed him, backing him into the door. She slid her hands under his shirt and up to his chest, pulling it free of his pants.
He made a pleased noise, his hands finding their way into her hair.
The adrenaline from the show and the flush of lust seemed to fill her whole body, and after a few minute of making out with him Eva found herself feeling… ravenous. She pulled back from his mouth with a gasp and got a hold off his glasses. "These are going somewhere else," she said loudly over his protests, heading for the nearest clean surface to drop them on.
"Okay, fine," he said into his shirt as he pulled it off.
"You are so cute like that. Um–" She put her hand over her mouth automatically, but she meant it; Neil with his hair all staticky and mussed was one of her favorite Neils.
"Cute?" Neil blushing was also ten thousand times better when his glasses were off. "I'm trying real hard not to be offended." But he was smiling.
She laughed. "Yes, okay, sexy too."
He blushed even harder, and oh, now she was blushing too. She shrugged off her blouse, leaving her just in her stupid lime-green bandeau bra, why had she decided to get it–
Because of how Neil was looking at her right now. She always forgot that.
The hunger returned and she moved close to him again, making quick work of his belt. "Let me–" She exhaled at his moan as she felt him up through his boxers. "Neil, I wanna suck you off, all right?"
"I, uh, fuck, okay."
She dropped to her knees, got his pants around his ankles, and slowly pulled his boxers down, breath held. She looked at him, not his crotch; his eyes were so wide watching her, and the flush had yet to leave his face.
"What should, oh, what should I–" He stammered as she started stroking him. "I, I mean…"
Heart pounding, she leaned in and licked at the head of his dick. "I think I'll try to swallow," she said, voice rough already.
"Oh my god. Eva, you don't ha–"
She inhaled quickly and took him into her mouth. It wasn't the first time she'd done this, but it would be her first time swallowing.
She thought about the fuel this would give Neil's fantasies. Wet gathered in her panties. She allowed one last look at his face– eyes shut tight, kiss-swollen lips parted– before she closed her eyes and focused.
One hand stroking him lower down while she took as much of him in as she could (she couldn't deep-throat him yet, didn't really want to, but did it matter when she still got those noises out of him?).
Pulling off to run her tongue all over him, from base to tip, until he was begging for her mouth again. He smelled like Neil, and a little sweaty from the show, and just a bit like the body wash he'd used that morning. She loved how he felt, how she could feel his balls tightening in her hands, how smooth his dick was.
She loved how he sounded just then, wrecked from holding back, and suddenly he bucked into her mouth and she could handle it; she reached blindly for his hand and squeezed and thought, please keep going, please, I wanna come–
"Eva. Oh, Eva, I'm getting there, okay?"
She braced herself against his shallow thrusts and moaned, trying to relax even as she sucked him, just twice.
"Fuck, fuck, do that again…" He stopped moving, breathing hard, his hand in her hair now.
She breathed through her nose. She slid farther down him. She took his balls in one hand and rubbed them in time with the rhythm she set, staring to suck again.
"Yeah, yes, th-that–!"
She heard him groan and felt his dick swell, and seconds later he was coming. It was hot, and a little sour, and it came fast, she thought some was spilling, but she swallowed, over and over, and the feeling of want and need and elation was overpowering.
However brief or long it was, she must have blanked out, because the next thing she knew, Neil was holding a handful of tissues out to her. She took them, blinking as awareness settled back in.
He was on the floor in front of her, pants pulled back up. His glasses were still off. He was grinning, the blissed-out kind that always made her feel fuzzy. He was blushing again. "Just in case. There's a little… But, shit, you really swallowed. Oh my god, that was so hot, I just–" He ran his hands over his face with a moan.
She was a little sticky with him; she wiped it away, threw the tissues into a trash can, sat back on her heels. "Yeah," she said, finally. She felt like she was glowing, she was so stupidly proud.
And she glowed even more when he leaned in to kiss her. "Af-Af-After I–?"
He licked his lips, made some kind of noise (god help her entire soul). "Let me have my glasses back," he said as if nothing had happened, getting up to get them, "and then let me do something for you."
"I don't really need anything." But she moved to follow him and realized that actually, she really fucking did.
He smiled like he'd known, and honestly, he probably did. He'd always been able to read her.
In the end, she sat on his lap in that tiny folding chair, kissing him until she couldn't breathe, his fingers stretching her exactly how she wanted. She came hard enough that she shook, after, but she clung to him and let herself feel small in his arms.
