CHAPTER 27

RETURNING THE FAVOR – after 6x01

"How do you want me to fuck you now, Mandy?"

Mandy was completely paralyzed. She wasn't sure if she was more aroused, overwhelmed or afraid. And she had no reason to be afraid, that's what was paralyzing her. She offered herself to Jason the other day, loving how he reacted, but now she was scared out of her mind with his reaction if she asked him to do anything specifically.

She had shared some fantasies with him more than once, like when she remembered Manila or asked him to wear his fatigues. But she never did anything with his conscious previous approval. And they were more of a thing of the moment. She had to make sure she was hearing correctly.

Jason watched Mandy's reaction attentively, and she seemed to be looking across him. He had a weird sensation that it was the exact same reaction that he had when she offered herself to him that night. He was anxiously waiting for her answer, but she was just staring, so he thought he should make himself clear. He didn't have any candles and he didn't think Mandy brought that oil with her, but he had a feeling that she had some preferences of her own.

So to Mandy's surprise, he rolled to the side, turned on the lamp on his bedside table, then stood up, opened one of the doors of his closet, where there were a few military uniforms. Then he calmly walked and sat on the armchair in front of the bed. "I want to fuck your brains out, Mandy" he stated, with a husky voice, "and I want you to show me how I can accomplish that".

Oh God, Mandy thought, as she was sitting on the middle of the bed, on her side. Well, that is erotic.

A trillion things passed through Mandy's mind when she finally decided that she would take the chance he was giving to her. She was still a bit afraid of his reaction, but she rationally thought that he wouldn't make that offer if he didn't really want to accomplish her wish. And she remembered how it felt amazing for her when she made some of his wishes come true.

So now she was thinking what it was that turned her on the most about Jason. He was a hot guy, but he was also intelligent. He was a leader, but he showed her, many times, his vulnerability. He put the need of others in front of himself all of the time, but he was also proud and cocky. He was aggressive and had a temper, but he was also incredibly playful and a protective friend. He was Bravo One and Jason Hayes. She loved that combination. She loved that he protected her but he reached out to her and let her take care of him too. So, she loved his duality. She had solemnly decided.

Jason was patiently waiting on the armchair, like a boss from the 60's, and he could barely disguise his excitement. He was almost tapping his palms on his thighs, but he tried to remain with a solemn face.

All of a sudden, Mandy blinked and looked into his eyes. That was it, he thought, anxiously pressing the chair in his hands.

Mandy crawled to the end of the bed, like a cat, as she does sometimes, but without looking at Jason. She sat at the end of the bed, with her legs crossed. "Jason, could you please put on your fatigues? The ones with the half sleeves." she was very specific, but it didn't really matter much which uniform he used for her. But these ones made his shoulders look extra broad.

Jason smiled, already loving his idea. He noticed that she was very polite in her commands. He got up and searched in his closet for the specific fatigues she asked, and put the pants on. Mandy interrupted, "Don't you wear underwear?"

He nodded, confused, because he thought it would be faster for him to fuck her if he was commando. "Then put the underwear you usually wear under these fatigues", and quickly added "A clean one, please". She knew him well. He obediently went to his drawer and picked one of his boxer briefs. It took him a while to pick the color. He chose a black one. Elegant.

When he finished putting his shirt on, Mandy took some of her clothes from her bag and put it on the bed. She swallowed. "Dress me, Jason". He looked at her confused, and she hesitated, but she decided to go for it. She was too excited to stop now. "You can touch me while you dress me".

Jason was thinking that Mandy didn't understand what he offered her, because she kept asking him to put on more clothes on them. But he would obey anyways, he was sure that he would understand it in the end. And he liked it that she let him touch her already. She stood up, arms relaxed, while he took her underwear. He noticed it was a light pink satin lingerie, and Jason was already loving it. He knelt and carefully put her delicate panties on, kissing her thigh while doing so, since it was allowed by the boss. Then he put her delicate bra on, closing it carefully on the back. More kisses on her neck and back. He realized he forgot to kiss her breasts, so he went back and lowered the straps and bra, kissing them not so gently. Mandy giggled. Then he proceeded to put her jeans and black t-shirt on. She was wearing a normal outfit she wears on a relaxing day. They put their shoes on and Mandy then told Jason what she wanted next: "Take me to Base now".

Jason was glancing at Mandy the whole drive to Base. He couldn't stop himself from smiling, just thinking how naughty she was. She knew she still could get inside of Base if escorted by a boyfriend, and he could only think of one thing that she'd want him to do there: fuck her brains out.

They passed the gate and Mandy received an ID and Jason signed a paper, as quickly as he could, where he swore she is not a terrorist or something like that. "Where do I park?" Jason asked, because maybe she'd want to go to one of the training camps and fuck in the mud. "We'll go to the cages", she calmly said. Yes, Jason was really excited now.

As they were getting into the building, he was guiding with his hand on her back, but she stopped and put her hand on his, smiling shyly at him. He smiled back and took her inside. She had been there thousands of times, but she looked at everything, probably missing some things, others not. He slowed down at the briefing room door, which was empty that night, although many times it had CIA agents and DEVGRU teams inside. But she just sighed and asked him to go on. There were few people in the corridors, and there wouldn't be anyone in the room where the cages of Bravo Team are, because all the guys were on leave for now. He put his password on, almost exploding with excitement, and got in the room with Mandy.

She disentangled her hand from Jason's and calmly glanced at all the cages, stopping at the entrance of his. "Is this yours?" she asked, looking at him. He nodded, coming closer. He realized she probably never got into that room, specially his cage, which was a funny thought. He was mentally preparing himself to fuck her, deciding if he wanted to press her against the wall or the fence. He then leaned on the entrance of his cage and watched Mandy looking at all of his stuff, the race helmet he got, grazing her fingers through all of his gear, helmet, vests, and other crap that Jason doesn't even remember he has there. She giggled at his Farrah Fawcett poster, jokingly mumbling "We're so similar". She looked at some of the photos he has there, specially of the kids. Finally, she stood in front of Jason and kissed him eagerly, pressing her body against his and almost leaving him breathless. She stopped the kiss. "Now I want you to leave the room for two minutes. And when you come back, you can do whatever you want."

His eyes widened, loving her idea, but he reminded her "I want to do whatever you want". She simply answered, "This is what I want. Now go". Jason obediently got out of the room, closing the door behind him, and put a chronometer on his phone, for two minutes. He anxiously waited outside, couldn't stop moving. When the two minutes were out, he quickly typed his password, getting it wrong the first time, then he exhaled and typed it again.

He got in and as the lights automatically turned on, he was ready to see Mandy in his cage, with or without clothes, he didn't care, so he almost ran there. But she wasn't there, only her clothes folded on his bench. He started to look around, and on the central table, under his bench, totally confused, when he heard her calmly call his name from the other side of the room. He went there, to find Mandy sat on the bench, in her pink underwear, holding her knees, and smirking at him. Problem is, she was inside of one of the empty cages. The other problem is, she had locked herself inside of the cage.

"Where's the key, Mandy?", he asked as soon as he saw the standard military padlock closing the door to her cage. He knew there was a reason she must've locked herself inside that cage. But he was already freaking out.

Her smirk disappeared, and she looked away. "You said you'd do whatever I wanted"

Jason felt terrible. "I would. I will. I'm sorry. Where's the key?"

She noticed he was too nervous, a lot more than she thought he would be. Because she knew he'd be nervous, but that was the point. So she got up from the bench, put her hands on the fence, and explained herself a little.

"Jason, one of the things that I love the most about you is that you are very protective of your friends and family. And me", she started. She had his full attention. "And you're incredibly intelligent, a lot more than you give yourself credit for", she said, now making him cockily grin. She smiled from his sass. "Now pay attention. The key is just inside your cage. Now go put your pretty brains to use, and find it".

He ran to his cage, desperate looking anywhere she could put a small gray key in. In a gray cage. With a gray fence. And gray walls. He was getting overwhelmed just by thinking about it. He was looking inside his gear, at the dozens of pockets in his uniforms, between papers, he was swearing to God he'd never leave his cage this messy again, because he was there for almost fifteen minutes and there was a lady just in that room waiting to be ravaged in her pink underwear. He was almost crying, and he looked back at Mandy, calmly seated at the bench.

She saw him looking, and just said with disdain, "What, are you going to give up? If you are, just tell me now, because you're not the man I think you are then".

He stood up, offended "Of course not".

"Well, then". Mandy answered. "I already told you where the key is. Were you really paying attention?"

...

Jason stood still for a minute, hoping his TBI wasn't making him dumber too, and then his eyes sparkled, he looked down and on the floor, hidden in a corner, right by the entrance of his cage, like an inch inside, that is, 'just inside' the cage, there was the key. He smiled and grabbed it aggressively, and ran to the cage where Mandy was waiting for him with a wide smile. She knew she was right about him. And she knew what was coming next.

Jason was laughing out loud while he ferociously unlocked the padlock and opened the cage, kicking the door, advancing against a very excited Mandy. He wasn't even thinking straight when he held her arms and pushed her against the fence of that empty cage, and his tongue was loose already.

"Are you fucking with me, Mandy?" he dangerously said, and she giggled. "Why would you do that, huh", now he shook her a bit, and she realized he had fear in his eyes, so she grazed her hand on his beard. "Did I not tell you that I trust you with my life? What would a couple of hours in a cage be?"

He didn't react at first, then he smiled, very pleased with her demonstration of trust.

He looked down and delicately took her pink satin panties off, silent. Then he stood in front of her, and became aggressive again, opening and lowering his pants and boxers to let his erection out. A second after that, he pushed her against a fence, lifted her from her ass, and pushed inside of her, deep and a little faster than he planned, and Mandy gasped. But then she smiled and nodded, and now he knew that she wouldn't let him hurt her. She promised him. So he fucked her, grunting, loosening his tongue once again.

"Is this what you wanted?"

"Yes", she answered, giggling and pressing his shirt with her hands.

"Did you dream about it, huh?"

"Yes", she moaned.

He fucked her faster.

"Is there anyone else that makes you this wet?"

"No", she confessed.

Jason smiled. "When did you choose me?" he smartly asked.

Mandy stopped smiling.

"When did you choose me, Mandy?"

"What are you talking-"

"He said" Jason fucked her faster "That you chose me. When?"

Jason saw that she knew what he was talking about.

"You'd do whatever I want, you said" Mandy complained, pulling his shirt, but she was gasping and almost reaching her orgasm.

"Oh yes, don't worry. I'll fuck your brains out". He lowered one of her legs and put his forearm under the other, bringing Mandy's knee close to her ribs. She felt him reaching her everywhere inside now. "Oh my God" she could only say, realizing the reason why Jason was so interested in learning about some of her Pilates positions on the internet one day.

Jason fucked her slower, but hard and much, much deeper now, making both of them moan in unison, at every thrust. He tried a new approach, Mandy was a difficult person to interrogate.

"Why did you choose me?" he was asking in an affectionate way now.

"Why?"

"What did I do that made you choose me?"

"Stop it, Jason", Mandy was sick of his chatter. Jason stopped, surprised. He stopped thrusting too. "You promised you'd do what I wanted. And I want you to make me come in under three minutes" she said dangerously, and Jason blinked. He knew she was serious. He was terrified and also even more excited. "You can say whatever you want, because I like your talkative side" she added, calmly now. "But you will not interrogate me about that anymore".

Jason thought for two seconds, then nodded. He was thinking what to do, if he thrust or changed positions.

Mandy knew she had to tease his pride, as she did when he took her on the floor. "Maybe I'll call someone to meet me here and finish your half-ass job".

Jason immediately thrust her deeply. And the loosen tongue reappeared with it. "What are you saying?"

Mandy knew she got what she wanted. He was looking dangerous again, even more than before. "Maybe" she giggled "I chose wrong".

Jason felt the punch to his pride immediately, and fucked her harder and deeper, so much that he was in his toes when he pushed, raising her knee until it touched her ribs now. Mandy almost screamed her moan.

She was loving it, so she continued teasing "I'm not even that wet anymore"

Jason now was thrusting faster "Yes you are"

Mandy laughed, then decided to give part of his ego back. "Yes. I believe in you. Make me come, Jason" she said, affectionately, against his lips. She was wrapping one arm around his neck and disheveling his hair.

Jason smiled, being cocky again "Yes ma'am". He mustered all his strength and thrust deeper and harder into her, again staying on his toes when pushing, and after a few movements, they both came, moaning together.

After they recovered from their climax, now Jason and Mandy were all smiles and laughter, and Mandy asked Jason to dress her up again. He did as the lady said, feeling very protective while covering her naked body, hugging her, since it was cold in the room. He was understanding Mandy's point of view now. She then asked him to drive them back to the apartment, and to wait outside, she'd be there in a few moments. She promised she wouldn't lock herself anywhere this time. Jason waited outside, in the middle of the night, obedient.

A few minutes later, Mandy opened the door, wearing her Hayes t-shirt and flip flops. "Hi" she smiled at him, looking really happy to see him. He smiled as soon as he saw the t-shirt. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a tight hug, whispering in his ear "Thank you for doing this". He swallowed and held her tighter. He didn't know if this was part of some fantasy she had, but he had a feeling that she meant it.

They stayed like that for a few moments, and then she took his hand and guided him until they were next to his closet. She meticulously undressed him, smiling at him and gently kissing his body and face while doing so, especially where he had scars, and Jason couldn't stop shivering with her tenderness. She made him sit down to take off his boots, kneeling down. He immediately remembered J-Bad, when she was taking his boots off and she looked like a wife taking care of a drunk husband. Then he was all naked, and ready to take her in any way she wanted; he was filled with desire, and reminded himself to not interrogate her.

But then she took his hand again and guided him to the bathroom, where she turned the shower on, waited for the water to be at a perfect temperature, then made Jason get in the shower, took her t-shirt off and got in too. She gladly scrubbed him and alerted him that he should've put some more sunscreen on, and talked about their day, as any couple does. Jason thought that if all she wants is this, she already has. It was pretty similar to what they already did when they were together. While he talked about the volleyball game, she kissed his scar on his shoulder and other scars he had on his face and chest, and caressed his forehead, then put shampoo on his hair and these things that they already do. They got out, dried their bodies, Mandy put her t-shirt back on and asked Jason to wear any boxers he'd want to. He chose his gray one with small blue anchors. Then they laid in bed, side by side, and Mandy went to the bar and asked if he wanted something, he said he could have a whiskey, and she brought it for him to drink at the bed. He was feeling very relaxed and taken care of. She stayed a few minutes with her head on his chest, and Jason was almost forgetting that this was supposed to be Mandy's greatest fantasy. But he understood, after all, that her biggest wish was to be taken care of, and to take care of. Of him, Jason thought. His heart filled with a fuzzy feeling. Mandy looked up at him "Are you tired?". He answered "Just a bit". Mandy kept quiet, and finally said "Ok".

Jason took a few seconds to realize. "Wait, no, I'm not tired for sex".

She mumbled "That's ok, we can just sleep", and cuddled with him.

"No, no, no, Mandy" he sat up, "I swear, I am more than ready".

"You sure? We can do it some other time"

"I am, please let's have sex" Jason almost begged. He felt like a tired husband.

She smiled affectionately, melting him. "Ok then". She sat up too and kissed him slowly, caressing his chest, then sat on his legs, almost the same way as she did when he couldn't move his shoulder. He took her t-shirt off and moved his hands all over her body, while Mandy disheveled his wet hair. When he was hard, Mandy sat on his erection, and Jason noticed how everything was like something that already happened, but in a more intimate and calmer way. He was loving it as much as the first time. It was like a glance of how his life could be with Mandy.

She moved on top of him for a few minutes, both of them moaning, then Jason decided that he wanted to be even closer to her, so he gently grabbed Mandy's waist and raised her, moving her to the middle of the bed and laying her on her back, without breaking eye contact. He then entwined his fingers on hers and raised her hands above her head, so his whole body would be covering hers, protecting and touching her, and pushed deep inside of her, while she wrapped her legs around his waist. Mandy released a high-pitched moan as he did that, and was shivering; he tried to move as slow as he could. Which again, wasn't too slow.

"Is this what you wanted?", he repeated his question from before, but now in a loving way.

"Yes", she whispered.

"Did you dream about it?", he asked, in a shaky voice.

She didn't answer.

Jason felt her close to her orgasm, and so was he.

"I will dream about it", he confessed, looking at her.

Mandy smiled against his lips.