Hey guys, PoeticPillock here!
First, I wanted to say thanks for all the support I've received from the last update, and for helping me push through with this story.
Second, however, I want you to ask you guys a question regarding the last update: You guys do know that I posted two chapters that day, right? Chapters titled "Volatile Vendetta" and "Road Rage", respectively.
The reason I'm asking is that I've seen all the reviews posted on the second part of the update, chapter "Road Rage", and they're referring to the update with the word "chapter" in singular form. I go into stats and see that the second part of the update has significantly more views than the first – more than twice, in-fact – making me think that some people may have accidentally skipped an entire section of my story. Which would be rather unfortunate, considering "Volatile Vendetta" and "Road Rage" are basically of the same chapter split into two parts but without a number designating them, unlike the last time I've done a double update. I'm just afraid there would've been some scenes that people would've read in "Road Rage" that required context that "Volatile Vendetta" would've provided.
It could be just me, and I'm sure the site properly notified you guys, but I just wanted to make sure and inform people that may have skipped an entire chapter.
Anyways, this might be the last chapter you'll see from me for a while since school is coming up again, but I'm happy I was actually ahead of schedule for once. I hope you enjoy!
Responses…
JJ: Gout isn't healthy, dude. You should get that checked out.
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Gibraltar hadn't changed much since they left for Australia, but the returning agents more than welcomed the sight of their home away from home. Farther away from some more than others.
As soon as the dropship's door opened and ramped down to the concrete, the first ones to leave were the squad of agents, but toting their rifles as they escorted Junkrat and Roadhog outside into the Watchpoint. Jamison restrained by a pair of handcuffs with a glowing chain of blue-light, and Mako by a pair of metal gauntlets that could fit the large man - just barely.
"Look at this place, aye?" Jamison said, looking around the old Watchpoint with awe in his eccentric eyes. One of the few times the twitchy bombardier stood still. "Never thought we'd ever set foot in a Watchpoint… Well, with the New Overwatch, at least. Could've been a different story if their main HQ hadn't went kablooey."
"Hmm," Mako responded, silently looking around.
"Hey, I'm just sayin'!" Jamison responded, holding up his hands.
Back on the dropship, Fareeha walked to the doorway and looked out at the landing area. Seeing everything clear around them and that the prisoners were still properly restrained. There wouldn't be much celebration coming from her as she saw her pseudo-commander – Winston – walking up to the landing area and towards the dropship. Even from here, she could see a troubled expression on the giant gorilla's face, clearly troubled with what happened. While she did feel a tinge of regret upon seeing him, it was nothing compared to seeing the expression of the old woman walking alongside Winston, her one eye painfully disappointed with her daughter.
"You're fucked," Nathan curtly remarked to Fareeha as he walked passed.
The younger Amari said nothing, knowing he was far from wrong.
Taking a deep breath, Fareeha composed herself before stepping out onto the concrete and walking towards superior and the former-Overwatch second-in-command. Maintaining a face of stone with her eagle-helmet held under her arm. Walking past the men she helped arrest for the greater good.
When she finally reached them, her mother maintained that critical gaze. Enough to bore a hole into stone. Winston worriedly looking at them both, mainly Ana.
"Oh, Fareeha…" the Mother spoke first, shaking her head as her anger drooped a tad. "What did you do?"
"I'm sorry, mother, but it had to be done," the Daughter solidly responded, her voice assertive and unfaltering. "We couldn't just let those two run amok across the world with all the damage they've caused. It's something that should've been done, earlier."
Her daughter had a point, and she couldn't fault her for wanting justice to be done. It was her way of achieving justice that had her worried. Something Ana feared when her daughter was still a little girl.
"I know Fareeha, but-"
"Holy Dooley! Is that who I think it is?!"
The Overwatch agents didn't even have time to react to the sudden outburst as Jamison "Junkrat" Fawkes burst forth and hopped right next to the group, surprising all of them. Even the hardened, old sniper jumped, her good eye becoming wide as a .50 BMG exit wound.
"Oi, it is!" the Junker recognized, bringing his cuffed hands to his cheeks, and letting out a drawn out, overdramatic gasp. "Ana Amari!"
The old Overwatch sniper didn't even time to react as Junkrat grabbed one of her hands and planted a kiss on it, before shaking it very furiously. Almost about to rip her arm off. Fareeha was about to stomp over to him in her blue armor, snarling, but Nathan's bulky Pip-Boy blocks her way. Looking at him to see an unworried expression on his face, holding his arm there until letting it down. The Daughter getting the message this time, thankfully.
"It is such a pleasure to meet you, ma'am!" Junkrat said, still latching onto her hand. "I am a huge fan of your work! I loved reading and watching about your exploits, even after Overwatch went tits up and you apparently carked it. Couldn't care less for your commander, but I always thought you were the better onstage personality."
"Umm… Thank you?" Ana said. Nathan silently entertained by seeing her like that.
"Do you mind if I ask for an autograph on my arm? Or if we could take a quick picture? And I see you're missing an eye, so I might be able to whip something up with a box of scraps and a pair of glasses if you'd like! Might give you an infection, but it'll certainly help with your depth perception 'till then."
Unfortunately, Junkrat wouldn't be able to hear Ana's answer to his generous offer as Roadhog stomps over to him and grabs his head with his meaty hands. Dragging him back to be a good, obedient prisoner.
"Roadie, what are you doing?! Don't ruin this for me! You're embarrassing me!" Junkrat tried to yell out, muffled by the palm of his hand.
"Shut up," Rutledge said, going back to the middle of the armed escort.
Watching that situation take care of itself, Nathan let out a low scoff as walked away from the landing area. Not before walking up to the Gorilla-Scientist with the two fusion cores.
"Here," he simply said, handing them to him before walking away.
"Oh, thanks! Good job!" Winston said, smiling until he looked down and noticed there were two. "Hey- Wait a minute!"
"I've noticed," Nathan stated, still walking away and leaving the Scientist in his confusion.
The noise of the landing area, between Junkrat's incessant squeaking and the Amari's beginning to squabble with each other, grew distant and soon faded when the tired Courier turned a corner. Strolling back to his quarters, with dirty clothes and sandy rifles. Taking the beaten path, almost having not to think about it, as if on auto-pilot. Just wanting to get back to that bed.
The seasoned wanderer didn't take long to get there, immediately dropping everything to the floor when the door shut closed behind him. Stripping his clothes off and getting into the shower, hot streams of water soon rushing over him. Washing off all the dirt, grime, sweat, and blood off his Wastelander body and down into the drain. Not even scrubbing or wiping it away, just standing there and letting the warmth wash over him and drench his hair. Feeling himself getting enveloped in the sweet, sweet heat.
But that didn't stop the sudden shiver in his spine when the taste of blood washed over his tongue, making him tense up and not feel the hot shower for a second. His mouth beginning to water, some of it already rushing out of the corner of his lips. As if an iron knife's broadside pressed against his tongue. He gagged, feeling himself almost wanting to vomit as he spat it all out and down into the drain. Looking up to collect water from the shower, vigorously gargling and swishing it in his mouth to get rid of the chunks of meat he felt stuck between his teeth. Repeating it multiple times to be extra thorough.
It lingered for a little while longer, after, and he got out of the shower when it finally stopped. The cold air greeting him.
Drying up and getting back into his room, now seeing that things were still the way they were since he left. Without the haste muddling his mind.
Slowly and as gracefully as a Lakelurk in a whiskey-pool, he flopped onto the sheets of his bed. Feeling the cold cloth hugging to him, but the air warm enough to not need to cover himself. Feeling himself drift closely to sleep from simply lazing into his clean, welcoming bed. Losing his sense of time as he shut his eyes, even with the sun still up and shining over the base. The Waster getting a chance to have his mind go blank and get some real rest.
Soon broken out of his trance when he heard a buzzing noise come through the walls.
'Goddammit,' he growled, sitting up and feeling himself wide-awake, now. 'There it is, again.'
Occasionally, but more frequently than he'd like, Nathan would hear this buzzing noise come from somewhere in the residential wing. It sometimes would occur during morning and sometimes during nights, but was most common during the middle of the day. The volume was always modest and not overbearing, relatively speaking, but its presence was like an annoying gnat that would pester him as it appeared out of nowhere and unannounced. Even then, he would usually ignore it or distract himself until it went away. Not caring enough to even figure out what the hell that noise was and eventually getting to sleep, regardless. That was probably going to change today since his patience had been wearing thin for the past week.
After a few more minutes just sitting still in his bed and listening to the buzzing through the walls, Nathan was finally annoyed enough to get up. Making sure to find a pair of boxers to put on before going out into the hall.
"Nathan, I can-" the base's AI chimed in to help.
"I'm good, Athena," Nathan declined, already halfway out the door. "I want to see to this for myself."
"Very well. Please try to keep things civil."
Hearing that made him frown for a moment, but he just smirked when he left his room. Knowing the response wasn't unwarranted.
Now out into the hallway, the Waster could immediately tell that the noise was coming from his right, further down the hall. Walking in that direction and quickly passing rooms with his large gait, he scanned the doors as he listened to the racket get closer with each step. Much of it sounded electronic and most likely originating from a computer, but occasionally hearing a voice through it. Already getting some ideas on who the culprit was, his suspicions were instantly confirmed when he got in front of the door with the rabbit decal on it.
'Hmph, as if it would be anyone else,' Brin mused to himself, though wondering what she was doing this time. 'She's not playing dress-up with Bastion, again, is she?'
Planting an ear against the door, he could hear electronic music and her voice grating from the other side. Sounding like she was carrying a conversation with someone else in the room. Yet, he didn't hear anyone else talking, just her.
"Thanks for the E$50 donation, LunateLight! Jal ga!" he heard Song say.
'Donation?' Brin thought, the skin above his nose wrinkling. 'Who is she talking to? Begging for alms, now?'
Whatever was going on in there, Nathan cleared his throat before he lifted his right hand up to the door and giving it some sturdy knocks. He waited, listening to the sound of her room maintain its volume and no one walking up to the door. He knocked, again, putting some more force behind it. Still nothing, the kid seeming too enamored into what she was doing to notice.
"UltraJelly2060 asks: What did I have for breakfast? Why do you guys keep asking what I've been eating?! I'm not that kind of streamer!" he heard the Korean girl then exclaim, sounding disgusted for a second but giggling a second later. "Well, if I didn't have the money, I would be."
Frowning, even more, Nathan let out a disgruntled sigh as he knocked on the door for the third time. When half-a-minute had passed with no response, he grabbed the handle and slid it open. Immediately blinded by glowing computers screens and having his ears irritated by electro-music.
Recoiling from having two of his senses overloaded, Nathan shook his head and his eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness. Looking inside to see her quarters completely dark except for the computer desk on the other side, some of the colorful blue and pink decorations around her room faded. Even having the window completely tinted to block out the sun. The music she was blasting was manageable and didn't deter him from walking inside, though. The kid completely oblivious as she had her back turned to him. When he got closer, he could see on one of the holoscreens that she was "playing" one of those games, sitting idly in her chair as there was an icon in the middle that kept spinning with the words "Searching for Game" followed by an ellipsis.
"Is there any game you're interested in, this year?" Hana read out from one of the other holoscreens, which looked like a data-log that was constantly changing very fast. Completely different every time he blinked. Many of the sentences not even consisting of words, just tiny images of random objects and symbols. Sometimes, cartoon versions of her face.
"Eh, I dunno. The only one I can think of is Mad Battalion 4. My grandpa played Mad Battalion 2 and apparently really liked it," the Gamer answered, rolling her eyes and groaning. "God, it's taking so long to find a match! One downside to being pro…"
Astonished that she was unaware of the six-foot-six man standing right behind her, Nathan rolled his eyes and lifted a finger to tap her shoulder. However, she suddenly leaned forward and got her face close to holoscreen with the chat log. Narrowing her eyes at the words.
"Wait… There's someone behind…Muscles?!"
Hana turned her head over her shoulder, immediately face-to-stomach with Nathan.
He didn't have time to react as Hana let out an ear-piercing shriek and jumped, falling out of her chair. Nathan jumped too, surprised by the loud noise and fast movements produced by the young woman. Wincing as his right ear rang.
"Fuck!" Brin screamed, leaning against the wall as he brought a hand up to his ringing ear.
"Oh my God, dude! What the fuck?!" Song screamed, clutching both her chest and her face. "You scared the shit out of me!"
"You fucking made me deaf! Shit!"
Nathan winced as he stuck his pinky into his ear to take alleviate the ringing, and Hana tried to regulate her breathing as her heartbeat was faster than a spooked rabbit's. All the while, the holoscreen for the chat was erupting with enough "LOLS" and "ㅋㅋㅋ" to fill up a couple of textbooks.
Suddenly, they were rushing feet outside and her room door slid open to reveal Genji, at the ready with his short blade.
"Hana! Is everything okay?! Are you hurt?!" the Cyborg Ninja called out before he jerked his head back and saw what was inside. "Nani?"
"Genji, get out!"
Genji seized up for a second, still very much shocked and confused with what he saw before hurriedly sheathing his blade and making himself scarce, shutting the door.
Being the first to recover, Hana took in a deep breath and climbed back onto her feet using her chair for support. Her hair frazzled, she straightened it out and brushed some loose bangs to the side. First, checking to see if anything broke – on her person and her desk – she took in another breath before addressing the Waster in the room.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" she questioned, glaring at Nathan.
However, Hana's expression shifted from anger to surprise as she saw the tall Waster was almost naked. Literally, the only piece of clothing on him being a set of boxers that hugged tight to his pelvic area. Almost not leaving much to the imagination. To add on to that, even though it was somewhat dim in her room, she could see some of the light from her desk shining off his torso. Faintly illuminating the chiseled muscles of his abdomen and the mural of scars all over the skin. Never been this close to him like this – not sure if she ever wanted to.
"I came here to ask if you could turn the noise down!" Nathan grumpily exclaimed, retrieving his finger from his ear as he stood upright and took a step forward. Right in front of her computer. "I was able to hear you all the way from my room. What are you doing?"
Hana glanced to the side to spy on the chat window.
"LOOK AT THOSE GAINZ!"
"dem abs!"
"scars hnnnnnnggg"
"I ain't gay but…"
"😫👌✊🍆💦"
"y r Overwatch guys soooo hot?!"
"DVA YOU BETTER SHARE!"
Her moderators were going to have a field day with this. At least it wasn't the worst her stream's chat has been.
"Kid, are you hearing me?" Nathan questioned.
"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah!" Hana then said, brought back to reality, and standing up to address him. Only reaching to his chest and finding it a bit hard to maintain eye-contact. "I'll keep it down. S-sorry…"
From that meek response alone, Nathan could tell something was off as he looked down at the young woman. Noticing how she was avoiding eye-contact by looking to the side or trying to keep her eyes focused purely on his eyes. Her pale cheeks becoming a shade of red beneath those pink whiskers.
'Should've worn a shirt…' the tall Waster silently shamed himself, feeling like a character in some Pre-War weirdo's erotic novel. Believing she was a bit too young for someone like him. He'd rather not feel more disgusted with himself than he already was.
"Kid, are you alright?" he nonetheless asked, somewhat coyly to try and preserve some shame.
"Yeah! Of course, I am! Uh, why would you ask that…?" she hastily responded, doing a terrible job of trying not to seem flustered. So much for being an actress.
"Nothing," he bluntly answered, looking at her computer as he crossed his arms. "I was just wondering what you were doing and why it was so loud."
"I'm streaming."
"…Yup, not sure what that is."
When he admitted that, Hana darted her eyes back at the chat-screen and saw it now being flooded with question marks.
"wut"
"Wait, he doesn't know what streaming is?"
"he doesnt look that old…"
She quickly stepped in front of the computer and blocked her stream's view of her room, muting the audio as well. The chat taking offense to that and reacting accordingly.
"I'll explain it later," Hana hastily said, looking up at him but trying to avoid looking below his neck. A bit difficult when the man towered more than a foot over her. "Can you please leave? I was still in the middle of-"
"Don't worry, I was about to," Nathan tiredly assured, already turning around to leave. "Just remember to keep quiet. Some of us ain't as lively as you in your young age."
"I hope that never happens to me then…" she mutters.
"It'll come quicker than you'd like, kid."
Without another word, the Waster finally walked out of her quarters and the door slid closed behind him. Hana stood there for a while after he left, holding her breath until she let it go with a groan. The Streamer flopped down onto her chair and pivoted back to her desk. Brushing some hair from her face as she affixed her signature pair of headphones onto her head. Being brought back into the realm of her computer, seeing she was still searching for a match and that her chat was still erupting with salacious messages. Looking at the screen and, once again, being disappointed in her fans at the number of spam comments about the man.
"Guys, you literally saw him for about a minute. Why are you immediately shipping us?" she lambasted, rolling her eyes at the screen. "Now, that's weird!"
Back at Nathan's room, the door quickly snapped open and close when he walked in. The quarters still brightly lit with the sun still up, but Nathan went over and tapped a finger onto the window, dragging it downward and increasing the opaqueness of the window until it was a solid black mirror. More convenient than having to deal with shutters and a string.
With that done, he stepped back and sat down on top of the edge of his bed, relishing in the lowlight. Also, being comforted by the lack of a buzzing coming through the walls, the kid thankfully keeping to her word. However, even with his eyes closed and the lack of disruptions to keep him up, Nathan couldn't feel himself drifting closer to sleep. Feeling a jitter in his step even with the presence of a comfortable bed right next to him. Probably a bit riled after his little chat with Song.
"Goddammit," he muttered under his breath.
After trying to force himself to go to sleep, Brin got up and went over to his pack, still covered in sand and soot. He found his Vault 13 Canteen but was immediately dismayed as he remembered it being empty the last time he took the cap off. He couldn't smoke, either, unless he wanted Athena to start reprimanding him the second he pulled out a pack. With nothing else to help him calm his nerves, he just squatted there in the dark, in his boxers and with an empty flask in hand. Only with the faint glow from his Pip-Boy.
With a disgruntled growl, he got up and went over to his office chair, taking a seat and scooting right up to his desk. Some of the lights automatically illuminating to show all the side projects he's been doing. Pieces of paper with scribbles on them, disassembled equipment that was unclean, and clothing needing to be patched up. Much of it waiting to be finished.
He didn't want to do any of it, wanting to focus on relaxation than work. Yet, what use was lying in bed and getting nothing done? Being useless and contributing nothing. Maybe he did or didn't have to do something. Just keep trying to juggle the options in his head while the opportunity was literally in front of him. Pissing him off as it did.
Odd how he was more certain with what he was doing when he has a gun in his hand.
Yet… He could be of use to someone else.
"Athena," he called out, having her appear right in front of him. Thankfully, the light at a comfortable level.
"Yes, Nathan?" the AI attended to him, immediately.
"Is… Is Dr. Ziegler on base, at the moment?"
"She… Is not, unfortunately. Dr. Ziegler recently deployed on a mission to Central Africa with some of the other agents while you were gone."
Seems like his plans would be postponed, for now.
"…Oh."
"Would you like me to call her? I could set up a connection like last time when you were in Australia."
"It's fine. She might be busy with something important, so I don't want to bother her if she is."
"I'm sure she wouldn't mind."
"I would."
Brin sighed as he adjusted himself in his seat, his body leaning against the backrest. His arms crossed as he stared at the desk, his eyes getting lost in the black reflection of the desktop. Sitting there long enough to feel the taste of iron crawl up his throat.
However, he blinked and darted his eyes to the corner of his desk, where a pile of papers and office supplies were. He spotted something poking out from the pile. Reaching over, he plucked a little strip of paper from the middle of the stack and dragged it over to the light. Seeing a set of numbers written on top of it in purple ink that oddly had a fruity smell.
"Whose number is that, Nathan?" Athena asked, her logo hovering over his desk.
"Someone I know, Athena," Nathan responded, looking up at the holoscreen. "Wondering if you could call it?"
With a series of knocks on a hotel room door, it let in the crisp Mediterranean air and sun when it opened and "María" appeared in the doorway. Dressed in a purple tank top and denim shorts to see "James" standing before her, dressed in a white plain shirt and jeans.
"Hey," the Mexican greeted with a sly smile.
"Hey," the Californian greeted back, his expression not really changing.
The two stared at each other, standing in the doorway for several silent moments.
The air in the room had quickly become hot and humid, even with a window open to the sea. The sounds of the waves and the seabirds unable to be heard from inside the hotel room as a portable wireless-speaker on a nightstand blasted techno music. The songs being played were rhythmically simple, softly grating to the ear, dominated by a deep bass, and repetitive with a constant beat. The Waster, surprisingly, couldn't care less about the music being played and found it to be somewhat fitting to what he was doing. Their moaning and breathing even going along with the tune at times. It provided an interesting ambiance as they fucked.
Feeling the sweat sticking to him and the breath from his mouth chill around his face, as he thrust forward. Looking down to see María looking up at him, her back against the mattress and her head comfortably resting against a puffy pillow. Her mouth open, as well, watching and listening to her breathe as he kept going. Sometimes feeling her hot breath blow against his chest and neck, making it feel cool for a moment. Her left hand clutching the pillow while the other held onto the arm he used to support himself, grabbing the skin right above the Pip-Boy.
Nathan looked at her breasts, watching them bounce every time he pushed. Getting a little mesmerized as they moved in conjunction with each other like twins. Her dark-brown nipples fully erect into the air and the goosebumps in and around her areolas starting to pop up. With his right hand, he reached down and grabbed a hearty handful of her left-tit, giving it a good squeeze, and feeling it mush warmly under his palm. Playing with it for a bit before he then wrapped his thumb and index finger around her nipple, simultaneously rubbing and twisting it.
"¡Ay!" María sharply inhaled, pushing her head into her pillow and tightening her grip on both her hands.
Nathan glanced at her face, before letting go of her tit and craning his neck down to latch onto the nipple with his mouth. Gently sucking on it and circling his tongue around it, sometimes brushing his teeth against it. His beard stimulating the flesh around it, incidentally.
Regardless, the Latina moaned more noises of pleasure as she let go of his arm and the pillow to plant her hands on his head, clutching the back of his head and digging her fingers through his hair. Nathan continued sucking on her for a little longer, applying a bit more force every time he let go. María feeling the air chill around her breast before being enveloped by a warm pair of lips, making her shudder and dig her fingers deeper into his head.
Unfortunately for her, it wouldn't last as he lets go of her nipple. She frowned a little, looking down to see his mouth hovering above her chest and feeling his breath chill against her skin. However, the man's head glided over her body and went over to the side of her neck, making her wince as she feels him pinch her skin between his teeth but occasionally sucking at it. Her body getting hot at her hips and her neck. Her hands drifting down onto the nape of his neck and wrapping her fingers around it, feeling the heat steaming off his skin. Almost digging her nails into him as he suddenly jumped up and bit at the nub of her ear, tugging at the large black ear pinned to it.
"Why is that so big?" the Californian asked for a second, before returning to her neck.
"Why are you asking?" the Mexican asked back in between moans, still holding onto him. "Don't tell me that's – ah! – going to kill the mood for you, huh?"
"Nope."
However, what almost did kill the mood was her phone on the nightstand ringing, the ringtone almost as loud as the music. Nathan growled as he rose his head up to look at it, but María quickly reached over at swiped at the screen. Making it go silent.
"That was the third time this hour," Nathan observed. "You sure it ain't important?"
"It's work… But it can wait," María responded, biting her lip as her hands drifted across the muscles along his torso and arms. Feeling them tauten and move.
He scoffed, but wouldn't protest it any further. Not the only one needing an escape from things.
Taking a break from making hickeys on her neck, Nathan cranes his head and looks down to watch himself thrust his erect cock into her. Feeling it get invited into her warm pussy and being pulled out into the colder air. Her sweaty, toned body quivering every time he plunged forward. The condom he wore covered in a liquid sheen. Such a repetitive, yet satisfying, action. One hell of a sight, too, drifting a hand over her stomach.
"Want me to record it for you?" his partner asked, looking to where he was and seeing the meaty thing get plunged inside her. Feeling the warm cock rub against the walls of her vagina and press against her. All the lubricant making it easy and smooth for him to guide through without missing a step. Her music providing a pleasurable rhythm.
"I'll hold you to that," her partner responded with a smirk, looking back at it, again.
Then, as he continued what he was doing, he felt María's grip around him stiffen. Her body twitching and quivering somewhat more erratically, and her breathing becoming slightly more ragged than usual. Her purple nails digging further into his skin. Fully aware of what that meant, Nathan thrust himself into her harder and faster, breathing rapidly and hearing their hips slapping against each other echo more prominently throughout the hotel room. She began to moan louder and brought one hand down to her pussy, stimulating the outside while his cock worked inside. Finally, María let out a yelp and grabbed him as she orgasmed, her walls clamping down on him. Nathan hovering over her, erect penis still in her and holding it there as she finished. Feeling her left hand practically choke the back of his neck. Unable to move for a few moments.
"Ay, Papi…" the Latina tiredly let out as she gently laid back on the pillow and held his head in her hands. Palms over his cheeks, staring into his eyes with a dreamy look.
However, that grin disappeared when she looked down to see him still inside her with a fully-erect cock. Clicking her tongue and shaking her head.
"¡Ay, pobrecito!" she teased, looking back up at him. "You didn't finish? Tsk, let me take care of that for you…"
Sitting up and pulling herself from his cock, María went up to him and gently pushed him down so he lay largely flat on the bed. His cock upright in the air, she got to eye level with the tip. Grabbing the base of his shaft with one hand and removed the condom with the other. Before doing anything else with it, she crawled over to his face and bent down to plant a long, sensual kiss on his lips. The two holding their heads close to each other, her lights glowing off his hair. Finally separating with a resounding smack, she crawled back to his legs and grabbed his member, again. Starting by planting a quaint little kiss on the tip, sending a shiver up his spine.
"I really needed this…" the Waster said, sounding out of breath, and watching as she adjusted her stance to get her face closer to his dick.
"I was about to say the same thing," she responded, stroking him as she guided her tongue across one side of the shaft up to the tip. "Work's been driving me crazy and I wouldn't be surprised if the same can be said for you. You sounded kind of tense over the phone. Wanna talk about it?"
"Nah. No offense, but I'd rather let this happen. You sucking my dick, I mean."
"Aww, really?" she asked, pouting as she kept stroking him. He shrugged, and after a few moments of silence from him, she rolled her eyes. "Typical."
Despite that, the logistics analyst eventually got tired of just stroking and giving the occasional peck on the tip and decided to wrap her lips around him. Gently sucking on the head and coasting the tip of her tongue over him. Nathan threw his head back and curled his fingers when she did that, getting a feel for her without a layer of latex over his cock. She peered up at the recipient, smirking with a cock on her lip before taking in more of his shaft.
All the stuff they've been doing inside that hotel room for the past hour was probably the highlight of their week, most definitively for Nathan. Especially after all the shit he's had to deal with for the past couple of days, where tobacco and alcohol have proven to be insufficient to help. Just taking a moment to enjoy and relax, something he's had plenty of trouble trying to come through with. Apparently, all he needed was a blowjob, among other things. He was a simple human being, at times.
For now, he laid there and enjoyed being sucked him off, sensing the Latina's grip get stronger as she dove deeper onto his shaft. Peering up to see her eyes closed and completely entranced with what she was doing. Bobbing her head and not missing a step, only having to pause to brush some of her purple highlights to the side. Watching and feeling his cock get enveloped in the warmth of her mouth.
She paused, however, when her phone started ringing from the nightstand for the fourth time, letting go of his dick with a pop to look at it. Nathan frowned when he looked up and was about to tell her to ignore it, but then watched as she reached over to her nightstand. Going back to his dick with the phone in one hand.
"What are you…?"
"¿Qué onda?" she answered, holding the phone to her left ear as she went back to sucking his dick.
Seeing that made Nathan's heart skip a beat and he was about to rocket up from the bed, but María reached over and planted her right hand on his chest. Stopping him from going up any further. With his tip at her mouth, she smiled and gave him a playful wink before going back to pleasing him. Dragging her finger across his chest, across his stomach, and back to his groin. The man still a bit uneasy as he could hear a voice from the other end on her phone, unaware of what was happening on theirs.
"No, I'm not doing anything important, right now," she spoke into her phone, making him glare at her for a second. Only giggling as she planted another little kiss on his shaft. "¿Qué? That noise? I was sucking on some candy – Vero – before you called. Rather rude of you to interrupt, viejo."
The phone call went on for a while, longer than Nathan would've liked. However, he couldn't help but feel a certain thrill bubbling up from this act. Covertly having sex as someone was on the other line, completely unaware the person they were speaking with was gobbling on a man's cock. Never having done anything quite like this. The closest to this he's done was banging someone while her parents were still in the house – narrowly avoiding a shotgun wedding. The difference here is that the caller could've been anywhere in the world. That concept getting stranger the more he thought about it, but kind of getting hotter.
Unfortunately, his thoughts were interrupted as he began to feel a tension grow at the base of his groin, starting to twitch under her grip. Still on the phone, María felt that and looked at Nathan, seeing him gesture to his dick. She knew what that meant, but instead of letting go, she tightened her grip around him and began to pump her hand even faster. The man grimaced and sat up when she plunged down onto him, again, and began sucking harder than she did before. Still keeping that phone on her ear and letting out muffled "mhmm's" and "uh-uh's" as the caller went on, the vibration of her voice making it worse. Finally, after building up for longer than planned, the man gasped and grabbed both sides of her head when he started ejaculating. The woman having her eyes closed and letting his warm cum flood into her mouth, holding the phone in one hand and jerking more of the cum out with the other.
After feeling everything either rush out or get sucked out, Nathan lets go and sat back, the waves of his orgasm rushing through him as he caught his breath. María was still lying next to his dick, peering up at him and opening her mouth to show all the cum pooling in her mouth. A bit tasteless, but it brought an amused chuckle to him. She chuckled too, going to the nightstand, retrieving a glass, and spitting his load out into it.
"What was that?" she asked, putting the glass back on the stand and wiping her hand across her mouth. "Oh, no. Something just got stuck in my teeth from the candy… Yes, I listened to everything you just said, don't get so worked up over it!"
As she continued having her conversation, Nathan crawled to the front of the bed and tiredly laid his head onto the pillows. At first staring up at the ceiling, but then drifting his eyes to María's back. That metal spine glowing and illuminating the curves of her back and ass in a shade of purple.
"Yes, I'll call you if anything comes up. I'm not stupid," she went on, sitting down next to him. "Bien… ¡Bien! Okay, okay…! Bye, Gabe!"
With a sigh, she tapped her screen and ended the conversation. Placing it back on the nightstand next to the glass of cum.
"¡Huy, dios mío!" she muttered under her breath, flopping down to bed next to him.
"Who was that?" he asked, looking down at her.
"My boss… Been a real pain in my ass, recently. I like him, but he takes work too seriously. You probably wouldn't like him."
"I'm sure I wouldn't."
For a while after, the two laid on the hotel room bed next to each other, their naked bodies still hot and sweaty. Staring up at the ceiling as her wireless speaker kept playing music. "James" could feel his heart thump before reverting to a calmer tempo. Both hands on his stomach and feeling his chest slowly rise and fall with every breath he took – also at a calmer state.
Brin hadn't thought about it while they were fucking, of course, but he started to wonder if he should make it back to the Watchpoint as soon as he could now they were finished. Having gotten what he wanted and relieving the stress that's been building up – maybe somewhat literally in this case – he couldn't see any other reason for sticking around. Something might be happening back at the base that needed his attention, and it felt odd that he spent his free time fucking some chica he's met only a few times before. It didn't feel wrong, but he wouldn't want to be caught like this by any of them… Again.
"What about you?" María abruptly asked, turning on her side to face him and huddling up to his right arm. "Want to complain about work now or still no?"
Nathan looked down to see a set of purple eyes tiredly staring up at him. Resting her head against his bicep and wrapping her arm around it like a pillow. The man just watching her as she shifted and adjusted herself in bed, trying to snuggle up close to him. The room starting to get colder as the humidity began to clear up and the window was still open. A calmness coming over the air. That was when he noticed the speaker on the nightstand had stopped playing electronic noise and he heard the strumming of an acoustic guitar, with a fast yet constant tempo that made it easy to listen along to. Accompanied by a lone trumpet and the rattling of what sounded like beads. Not expecting the woman with neon lights grafted to her cranium to have such taste in music.
Brin having listened to similar things from a Mexican Ghoul around campfires, but just with a guitar.
"No se…" the New Californian sighed, getting more comfortable in bed and wrapping his right arm around her. "I've got plenty of stuff to bitch about but… Don't you have somewhere to be? Especially with whatever was on that phone call?"
"Eh, I've still got time," the Mexican shrugged, yawning as she buried her head into his chest. "If you don't want to talk about anything, I guess we can just relax, for now…"
"Yeah…" he responded, his eyelids starting to feel heavy after getting little sleep over the past couple of days. Still feeling the exhaustion and jet lag from Australia racking his brain. His brain further racked from having sex. "I guess we can."
The old Wastelander starting to feel quite content with where he was, now. The woman with neon lights not complaining much, either.
Hana Song sat in the communal breakroom of the Watchpoint; a little kitchen area with tables, chairs, and outfitted with a toaster, sink, and fridge. It was mostly empty save for her, sitting at one of the tables and lazily swiping away at her phone with one hand and holding a steaming cup of cocoa with the other. She didn't want to go to sleep, didn't even feel tired in the slightest. Just sitting there bored, the young woman looking at social media posts she had made while her headphones played music. Almost tuning out the rest of the world.
Coming down from the hall, skates ground against the floor and passed by the breakroom in a green-blue blur. However, the grinding stopped and slowly retraced its steps until Lúcio appeared at the doorway, peering inside to see Hana at a table and all by herself. The DJ frowned, instantly knowing something was up.
Looking to both sides of the hallway to see no one else coming, he slowly skated in and went up to her table. Hana not even noticing he was in the room until a couple of feet away. Jumping as soon as she looked up from her phone.
"Lúcio, geez!" she exclaimed, holding a hand to her heart.
"Sorry, Hana!" he shrank, holding out a hand. "Didn't mean to scare you."
The DJ stood there for a while, watching her clutch her chest and making sure everything was okay. A few moments after, she calmed down and became more relieved with the new company. Seeing she had loosened up a bit, he sat down at the chair opposite of her.
"What do you want, Lúc?" Song asked, taking off her headphones.
"I just wanted to check in on you. See what's up," he answered with a tilt of his head. "What are you doing here, anyway? Ain't you supposed to be streaming?"
"I was, but I decided to take a break and cut the stream off early."
"Why?"
"I guess that means you didn't watch it?"
"Haven't gotten around to it. What happened?"
Hana glanced up at him for a second, her cheeks seeming bashful, before looking down at her phone. Lúcio's gaze drifted downward, too, seeing the image of a young woman in a pink tank top wearing a helmet too big for her size. The red-eyes casting lens-flare across her camera.
"Well, a certain somebody rudely interrupted my stream and scared me in front of a million viewers," the Korean Streamer explained, angrily sipping her hot cocoa. "Made the chat explode and I'm pretty sure there's going to be memes coming out in the next couple of hours. So, that's great."
"With the way you made it sound, that actually sounds kind of funny," Lúcio smirked, but still confused on why she seemed upset. "And I thought you didn't mind goofing off a little in your streams? Who was it?"
"It was Nathan, and he came in to ask if I could turn the noise down."
"And that's a problem?"
"No, but coming into my room unannounced practically naked and standing in front of the camera for everyone to see kind of was. Along with my chat shipping us."
Hana winced when she said that aloud and Lúcio just stared at her, blank faced. Then, after an air of silence, Lúcio's cheeks suddenly puffed up and his lips curled to contain his laughter. Ultimately failing when his mouth opened. The Streamer frowned at him, but couldn't really do anything other than stamp her foot in annoyance when the Musician just kept laughing. Not gut-busting, but seeing the humor in her "unfortunate" situation.
"Sorry, but that is kind of funny! I didn't know you were that kind of streamer," Lúcio said, but still furrowing his brow. "Though, even then I feel like that isn't something to get so worked up about. What gives?"
"Well…" DVa began, yet still a little unsure to continue. A little scared to share more of the details, even with a friend like Lúcio. Yet, he didn't have to walk in and check on her, so she felt some obligation to explain herself.
"After he left, and I didn't want to stream anymore, I just went out of my room and tried to find something else to do. Keep myself busy, you know? But Angela was away on a mission and Nana Ana was busy helping deal with those… Weirdos… And I didn't have anything else to keep my mind off him."
"'Him'? You mean Nathan? Are you-?"
"No, not like that!" the young woman adamantly dismissed, then calming down and sipping her cocoa. "It's just the way he acts and the things he does are… I don't know. I'm just trying to wrap my head around it."
"So, you don't interact with him much? Don't get to know him?"
"I do, but even then, it seems like I haven't even scratched the surface. Where he got all those scars or how he's learned to do the things he does? Angie talks to him a lot, but she doesn't want to talk about it with me."
"Hmm, I hear ya'," the Brazilian DJ empathized, frowning a little. "When I got here, it seemed like I could chat with anyone here and become steadfast buds, barring a few exceptions. But Nathan? He saved my life, helped us save Numbani, took a beating that would kill most people, and he's still a tough nut to crack. Even Toblerone was more talkative at times than him."
"Uh, do you mean Torbjörn?"
The two began to laugh with each other after the obvious mispronunciation of the Swedish dwarf's name. Sharing a little moment for a while in the quiet break room. Things eventually simmered back down, and they were brought back to the discussion about the other grumpy, but much taller middle-aged man with a beard.
"Still, something's gotta give, right?" Lúcio asked, regarding Hana. "I mean, I don't even know where's he's from. Do you?"
Song went silent when he asked that, knowing the answer fully well but also knowing how delicate the information was. Something she was not about to share so lightly with a friend, nonetheless a fellow celebrity. Even she knew when it was appropriate to run her mouth off and when it wasn't.
"Kind of," she admitted, but leaving out a lot of details. "He says he's from California… But the discussion doesn't really get beyond that. Some of us are even skeptical if that's where he's really from. Me…? I guess."
"That's a shame," Lúcio stated, clicking his tongue. "Hmm, I was about to ask if you knew where he was, but it seems pretty obvious we wouldn't have a clue, right now… Hey, how 'bout we go find something else to do to take the edge off? Maybe something that'll cheer you up? I heard Bastion might have something to say."
Song looked up at him, cradling an almost empty mug and boringly holding her head up with one arm. She smiled quaintly, those pink whiskers of hers stretching a little.
"How about you let me take a sneak-peak at your next album?"
"Sure, we can do that, too!"
"Awesome!" the young woman accepted, hoping to find something that'll take her mind off things, for now. Yet, still occasionally thinking about the New Californian. Wondering if he was able to go back to sleep.
