Hi everyone!
This here is part of a College AU (as is this fic: s/13390387/1/I-guess-Destiel-is-finally-canon)
I guess I should warn that this is mainly smut (not super detailed), and deals with voyeurism (rather accidental). If that makes you uncomfortable, I invite you to click on the little cross at the bottom right of your screen.
It was late, and she was tired. The day had been long on its own already, and then there had been swimming. She had almost forgone it, but even though she knew she didn't want to at the time, she would be grateful after. And it was true. She was dead on her feet, but her mind was calm and she couldn't wait to get back home and sleep like a log.
Darcy turned the shower off, then grabbed her purple towel and dried herself. She pulled on sweats, shoes, then headed to the hair dryers.
Once her hair was no longer dripping, she left - no need to damage it further. She should probably hurry up anyway, because there weren't a lot of people still in the building.
She was on her way out, passing by the - unofficial - men's section of locker rooms when she heard a loud noise. Worried that someone had gotten hurt, she tentatively stepped into the space.
The noise repeated, and she was about to ask if whoever was in there was alright when she heard a moan, followed by grunt, and the noise of somebody being slammed on a wall.
She swore under her breath. Dammit, there were two people, fucking in there. One of them moaned and - oh no. Oh no. She knew that voice. The two people suddenly moved and entered his line of sight. Well, one of them. There was at least one guy, who wasn't wearing anything except for a white tank top. A tall, blonde man with a beautiful ass. She knew this ass. She had been very close to it several times. Of course, it could be a coincidence, but she was 99% sure this was Steve having fun in there.
Shit. What should she do? She could either leave or stay. Leaving meant risking being seen, because they had just moved and if she could see them, they could notice her moving. Staying… staying was bad. She shouldn't, this was private. On the other hand… they were doing it in a public space. They had no more right to do that than her watching them. And Steve was her ex. Sort of. Did old fuck buddies count as exes? Maybe, maybe not. Point was, nothing she was seeing right now was unknown to her. Still, she shouldn't watch… It would be hard -hah- for her to look him in the eye for some time, but if he saw her, that would probably be even more awkward.
The person - man? - with Steve moaned - a sound worthy of a porn star, in her opinion - then Steve - it had to be Steve - shushed them. It didn't work, because two seconds later, she heard Stevie come from a man - ha! Double good guess!
Steve grunted, then moved his head to the side to reveal… Barnes, with his back against the locker and Steve's big hand on his throat, looking like he was having the time of his life.
Damn, Barnes and Steve? Yeah, that was a very, very nice mental picture. Which probably wouldn't stay only a mental picture for long, because they had just moved in the room again, and this time Darcy definitely couldn't leave anymore. She could hide better though, between the benches and a few abandoned items that she silently placed strategically. She couldn't see most of what happened below the waist - and that did little to tame the guilt she felt at seeing them like this - but had a clear view of their torsos and backs.
From her vantage point, she saw Barnes bite his lips violently just before she realised she couldn't see Steve anymore. She held her breath long enough to hear wet suction noises come from the boys' vicinity. Barnes threw his head back and Darcy winced in sympathy when she heard a hard thud. He didn't seem to mind though, because he started panting just after that. A shiver shot through Darcy at the sight. Heh, she had eyes and while she lacked some body parts to empathise with these two… this was definitely a nice picture.
Barnes' right hand shot in front of him, probably to grip Steve's hair, and she heard the blonde humm. Darcy's eyes closed of their own accord at that, and the memory of another occasion when Steve had his very talented mouth on her flashed in her mind.
She willed herself to open her eyes as she felt her groin start to wake up. She was going to need another shower.
There was some shuffling, then Barnes opened his legs a bit more and the suction sounds stopped. Steve stood up then Barnes pulled him into a kiss, a hand behind his head. They started undulating - and she started getting hot - then there was a sharp sound.
Was that the sound of a bottle cap? Was that lube? She may not be able to see everything… but yes, that was the sound of a bottle being pressed and of a substance like lube coming out of it. Fuck, they had lube in their bags… it must not be the first time they had sex here then! Her mind rushed to try and remember times where they had disappeared, in vain. Maybe she just hadn't seen them both leave at the same time? Maybe...
Her musings got interrupted by a long moan. Oh that one came from deep within. And it wasn't Steve's voice, which meant it was Barnes and… oh, yeah, she didn't need to see to know what was happening.
Barnes started whimpering not long after, and that's when she gave up on trying to not enjoy herself. He made such pretty sounds, that her cunt got wet in no time.
It lasted a few minutes that seemed like hours to her before Steve kissed Barnes so hard he dug his nails into his shoulders. Then, she heard the sound of a condom being opened, Steve's hands disappeared and suddenly he flipped the other man around. Gosh, that was hot.
Barnes' hands flew on the locker and he turned his head to the left. Steve kissed him, then put his left hand over his mouth. Darcy raised an eyebrow, but then she heard a muffled shout at the same time Barnes arched his back. Ah, yeah, Steve was gifted in that area.
And brutal also, it seemed. Her left hand started rubbing against her pelvis while she used the other one to silence any eventual sound. She had no idea Steve could keep up this rhythm: quick and strong. She almost felt sorry for Barnes, he was going to be very sore tomorrow.
As rough as it was, it didn't last very long. A few more minutes of this passed before Barnes shouted, then Steve came, biting the brunet's shoulder. They panted harshly for a moment, before Steve slid out and gently turned Barnes towards him. They kissed slowly, then pressed their foreheads together and closed their eyes.
Darcy froze in place as the two men slowly regained their breathing, heart beating quickly. What now? She had to leave without them seeing her… They seemed pretty much out of it, but she wasn't a mouse, they definitely would see her if she moved now.
By some miracle, though, Steve mumbled something about his goggles being still in the shower, and Barnes went with him, presumably to clean himself.
Darcy waited for them to disappear from her line of sight before bolting towards the door. She made it in record time, and went back to the other locker room. Five minutes later, she exited the building, a lot of new material stored in her head for funny evenings.
