The laundry room and the main room were connected with a sliding door, one that Hunter was staring at as he waited the last three minutes for his clothes to dry. The sound of the dryer machine annoyed him, but he wasn't gonna have to be there for long. Seriously though, with how much money Shield used to have, they couldn't afford a better drying machine.
As he waited for it to be done, he began to reminisce on the other night with Fitz. They had found a bed-bug infestation in Hunter's room and promptly kicked him out to deal with the issue. And of course, Hunter needed a bed or a room to sleep in, and there were no vacant bunks so he had to share with somebody else for a night.
He told Coulson how he would be fine with anybody but Bobbi. Sleeping next to her would send him into an emotional tailspin, ending in them either arguing or sleeping with each other, no in between. Coulson, being the man he is, made the girl's rooms off limits for Hunter to reside in. Since Fitz was the only other guy he was friends with there, Coulson decided to put them in a room together.
Everything started off fine. They each had a beer and talked about Bobbi and Jemma. Before the night ended, they invited Mack over to have a boys night. It went very well. They had Coulson order a pizza and bring it to them. Mack actually made their time together a lot better. At first glance, he was a strong and intimidating man, but once you really got to know him better, he was such a nice and funny person, although Hunter was rarely focused on Mack's jokes when he had Fitz sitting on the floor opposite him. Everything about Fitz in this moment was perfect. The way his eyes peered up at Hunter, how his shoulders were just slightly showing, and how the light perfectly shone on his face.
Mack wasn't aware of any of this happening because he was either too busy scarfing down pizza or admiring Fitz's room. It was a very neat room, which was expected from Fitz. It was also very simple yet the walls were nicely decorated with pictures.
A while with Mack had passed before he decided to leave. Well, they basically kicked him out. Fitz made an excuse that he had to go to sleep early because he was busy tomorrow. Even Hunter believed it was true. Following Mack leaving, Fitz and Hunter got straight to talking again. This time they were chatting about their favorite football teams and players. A few beers in, both of them got tired and agreed to go and sleep. Before they got situated into the bed, Hunter started to talk.
"I can sleep on the floor if you want." He said, trying to grab a pillow. Fitz took the pillow away from him and put it back.
"It's fine Hunter. We're just friends." Fitz replied as he laid down on the bed and got comfortable.
"Here. I'll put this down." Fitz added as he hoisted himself up and walked toward the corner of his room. He picked up a long, skinny pillow and put it in the middle of the bed to divide them. That made Hunter feel a little more reassured. But why did Hunter not feel comfortable in the first place? They were nothing more than friends, right?
They had both been in the bed for around ten minutes, trying to get all snug in the bed until they fell asleep. Well, at least Hunter did. Fitz stared at the ceiling of the room, waiting to commit his master plan. Once Hunter was in a deep sleep, Fitz was able to execute his scheme. He quietly reached over to the pillow in the middle and grabbed it, placing it on the floor. Now there was nothing separating them. Nothing stopping Fitz from grabbing Hunter slightly. He decided to just let him sleep in peace.
When Hunter had woken up, he was lying next to Fitz with his arms around Hunter. He wanted it to be wrong, but it felt so right. Hunter closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, savoring Fitz's embrace. Fitz was aware of everything happening. He caught Hunter waking up in the corner of his eye, but Fitz never moved.
Fitz knew that if he didn't leave, then Hunter would stay here forever. Fitz got up and felt their erections through jeans rubbing on each other. A jolt of pleasure went through both of them, desperately trying to hide it.
The dryer beeped and frightened Hunter, waking him up from his daydream. He routinely took his clothes out and hung them up and folded them. Because he didn't have his room available yet, he would be staying with Fitz again tonight and would have to give his laundry to Simmons to place in quarantine. Hunter was lucky that he didn't have to go in quarantine himself given the infestation.
Once Hunter finished doing his laundry, he had one sock. The lone sock. He double checked the inside of the dryer machine. Nothing to be found. He looked through the washing machine and again found nothing. The last place he searched was on the floor. Right as he bent down to check, May walked in. Oh god, he looked like an idiot right now. Made a fool out of himself infront of May.
"Looking for something?" May joked and then did her signature slight smile. Hunter couldn't help but laugh a bit before getting angry. He still couldn't catch where the sock was. At some point, he just gave up and walked out of the laundry room, heading over to Simmons.
He passed through the hallways and swore he could smell something familiar. He looked to the right of him, where the scent was coming from, and Fitz was walking right there. They shared a quick stolen glance. Hunter was upset that he wasn't able to really see Fitz… he wasn't able to bask in his true beauty.
"Here you go." Hunter said, nonchalant. It was the first time Simmons had witnessed him say something without being snarky or sarcastic. She thought maybe his time with Fitz last night put him in a better mood. She was very right. Everyone in the team had noticed how much happier Hunter was when he woke up and came out of the room.
"Thank you." She said, grabbing the cluster of hangers with one hand and carrying his folded laundry with the other hand.
"By the way, there's a sock missing. I'll get it soon." Hunter interrupted, even looking a little bit sorry about it. She wondered how Fitz had rubbed off on him so easily.
"That's perfectly fine." Jemma replied, smiling at Hunter.
……..
Skye and Fitz sat on his bed, talking about last night.
"So, how was it! Tell me everything." Skye exclaimed, not expecting any answer from Fitz.
"It was basically just a sleepover. Fun, I guess." He said blankly, his head low.
"Come on, that can't be it. Are you sure Hunter wasn't signaling something?" Fitz was wondering why she would even ask that.
"What do you mean?"
"You seriously haven't seen the way he looks at you? The other day I caught him staring at your butt." She said and Fitz gasped. Fitz had just thought of him and Hunter as good friends. Did Hunter want more?
"Hunter? No, he wouldn't do that."
"Trust me Fitz, I saw it with my own two eyes."
"So does that mean he likes me?" Skye almost jumped up at the thought of Hunter having a crush on Fitz. She thought they would make a cute couple.
"Well, obviously. Everytime he's around you, he's nervous. I mean, whenever he talks to you, he can barely get the words out right." Skye replied. Fitz hadn't noticed any of this before, but was surprised because he was always looking at Hunter. How did he never catch it?
Skye swung her leg over, trying to get in the right sitting position. Her foot didn't hit the floor, but it touched something else. "What the hell was that?"
"You okay?"
"Yeah I just felt something." She said, hunching over to check the floor. "It's a sock." She added.
"Well then pick it up." Fitz demanded.
"I'm not touching that." She said, making a disgusted face.
"Skye, ew. Don't be gross."
"I wasn't even thinking about that! Fitz!" Skye yelled before getting the courage to pick it up and throw it at Fitz.
"Oops." He said. He put the sock to the side and checked it out. He was sure it wasn't his. "This must be Hunter's."
"That's even nastier. You should go and give it to him." She suggested, looking back at the sock.
"He's coming here tonight." Fitz said, showing off a slight smile, which Skye caught on to immediately.
"Are you sure?" Skye questioned, leading Fitz into some new information.
"He hasn't told me otherwise."
"Jemma told me that his room was cleared. He can go back tonight. The question is, does he want to?" Fitz was saddened by her words. After last night, any following night without Hunter seemed empty.
"Of course he wants to. Nobody wants to share a bed with their friend." Fitz said, and it sounded genuine. But Skye knew not to believe a second of it. Fitz enjoyed Hunter's attention, especially recently.
"I'm almost positive he'll stay with you for another night. Probably make up some excuse."
"That's not true."
"I think it is. And you better get a head-start on it." She said as she lunged her arm over and grabbed Fitz's phone. Fitz asked what she was doing and she shushed him. She opened up the messages app and began to text Hunter. The text read, "Come over, you left something here :)" Fitz peeked over Skye's shoulder and once he saw the message, he was initially nervous but then started to blush.
"I can't believe you sent that." Fitz said, laughing, then thinking about how Hunter would feel when he saw the text.
"You're welcome." Skye said as she walked out of the room and left Fitz without a wingman, heading over to Jemma's room where she knocked on the door and awaited an answer.
Fitz eagerly waited on his bed and messed around with some lab papers from earlier, using anything to get Hunter off of his mind. Would Hunter get the sock and leave or would he stay the night, even though his room was just cleared to be safe for sleeping in.
When Jemma opened the door, Skye stepped inside and looked around before spotting Bobbi sitting down on the floor. They both smiled and waved at each other.
A couple of hours passed and Fitz stopped expecting Hunter to come over. It was already about the time that Hunter would go to sleep.
It had been a few hours since Skye entered the room, everybody now talking each other's ear off. Jemma and Bobbi sat on the bed, talking about how distant both of them were with their current boyfriends. Skye's eyes widened as she heard how distant they were with their partners, although she knew exactly what was going on.
"It's like we aren't even dating." Jemma said and Bobbi agreed. Skye couldn't tell them anything, she couldn't break their hearts like that.
"What about you, Skye?" Bobbi asked as she came in closer.
"I'm not dating anyone… If it makes you feel any better, my ex boyfriend betrayed me. And everyone else." She replied and all 3 of them grimaced at the thought of Ward.
Fitz jumped up at the door opening and Hunter showing himself inside, leaning on the doorframe. Fitz stared back and slightly smiled. God, he looked so sexy standing there with his body titled and an open beer in his hand. Hunter jumped onto Fitz's bed and re-arranged the pillows just like they were last night. Apparently he was staying?
After re-arranging Fitz's bed, Hunter stepped off and went onto the floor to sit with Fitz. Hunter pulled a beer bottle from his back pocket and gave it to Fitz. He took a sip and started talking to Hunter. With each sip of alcohol, he became more and more confident talking to Hunter.
As it was getting later in the night, Bobbi moved on the floor to sleep in her sleeping bag. Girls night had come to an end, but not for Jemma who was rambling to Skye on the bed.
"Skye, your hair looks so good right now." Jemma said and Skye smiled. Although Jemma never said stuff like this while sober.
"You must be drunk." Skye laughed and slightly poked Jemma on the shoulder.
"I am. But I like it. And I like you." Simmons replied and poked Skye back. Skye looked at Jemma in confusion before Jemma registered what she has just said. "Oh my god, I am so sorry. I can't help it." She added.
Skye was completely silent. There was nothing she could say.
"I mean just put yourself in my shoes, right. You're drunk and there's a sweet, smart, pretty girl in front of you. Except she isn't just that, but she's-" Jemma tried to finish her sentence before Skye cut her off with a kiss on the lips. Skye pulled back and Jemma stayed there in awe, anticipating a second kiss. When they finally shared a second kiss, everything felt amazing. Not just amazing, but right.
It had been about another hour since Hunter came in and they were already kissing. Nobody in the team knew before, but this wasn't special. Him and Hunter had kissed many times before, they were just good at hiding it. Lucky for them, the one time they got caught was from May, and they were able to play it off very easily. Hunter put his arms on Fitz's running down until he reached his chest. Fitz was wearing his classic casual button-up shirt which always made Hunter excited to see, the shirt tightly tugging on Fitz's hardened nipples.
Hunter started at the top button and went in succession until only Fitz's arms were in the shirt. Hunter didn't have to do anything because Fitz had already taken it off and threw it over to the other side of the room. Now Fitz's stomach and pecs were exposed. Hunter moved his fingers from Fitz's shoulder all the way down to his waist, pulling at his exposed underwear band.
Fitz grabbed Hunter's hand and guided it down to his belt, undoing it with just one hand. Fitz swore that Hunter was good at everything. Well, everything except for karaoke night.
Hunter discarded the belt and then touched Fitz's pant zipper, a slight erection in the way. Hunter pulled his pants down partly and was silently shocked.
He opened his eyes more to confirm he was seeing correctly. His white sock was on Fitz's cock. He had a perfectly good pair of balls to look at, but instead his eyes were transfixed on the sock. Not just because it was on Fitz's cock, but because he was filling it up. Fitz's hard dick raised the sock a bit, and Hunter's feet weren't very small. He was already so hard for Hunter and he was very flattered.
Fitz moaned as Hunter's fingers dragged across his thighs, inching further away instead of closer. Fitz tried to redirect his hands, but Hunter refused to give him the satisfaction. He was finding any excuse to make Fitz wait a little longer. Slowly pulling down Fitz's pants all the way, goosebumps forming on his legs from the cold air blowing off the fan. The whole time, Fitz's eyes followed Hunter's hands trailing down, memorizing every vain popping out.
Hunter brought both of his hands away, grabbing onto Fitz's shoulders and pulling him forward. Fitz didn't refuse, but he didn't move at all, letting himself fly into Hunter's lips. Hunter and Fitz's breath tasted of alcohol, but each of them loved it, craving more as the scent lingered after Hunter pulled away, reaching for another sip of beer. When he was finished, he handed the bottle over to Fitz and he accepted it. Even one more sip was a bad idea for him… any more in his system and they would be fucking for the rest of the night. But it was what Fitz wanted. What he needed. And with that being known, Fitz took a large gulp of beer and let it sink in for a moment before reciprocating the kiss with Hunter. Their tongues touched before Fitz pulled back. "I feel guilty." He said and hung his head low.
"About what? We haven't even started my love." Hunter said while giving Fitz a dirty look. "Are you still up for it?" He added, wanting to make sure Fitz was comfortable.
"Of course." Fitz replied and Hunter immediately shot him a look, one that meant "Then let's not waste any more time talking."
Hunter placed his hands on Fitz's innermost thigh, going until he felt his balls. Fitz winced a bit, but in a good way, overwhelmed by the pleasure taking over him. Hunter continued to massage and feel his balls which were hardening by the second. Once they were fully plump, Hunter went from a sitting position into a laying position, almost as if he was worshipping Fitz's body. He nudged his head inbetween Fitz's legs, his head almost touching the floor as he started to tongue Fitz's balls. Hunter groaned at the taste and Fitz's head went all the way back almost to the floor. If Hunter went on for any longer, the sock would be filled with Fitz's cum.
Hunter paced himself for a minute and stopped, savoring Fitz's company and admiring his figure. Hunter traced his fingers over Fitz's slightly toned abs and then playfully squeezed his nipple. Fitz had never had anyone play with his nipple or his balls like this. As much as he loved sex with Jemma, she was very boring. She only liked missionary, nothing else. Then he realized he shouldn't even be thinking of her. He should be thinking about the man kissing down his neck, leaving red marks, the same color as Fitz's face as he figured out what was happening.
Hunter placed one hand into a fist and gripped tightly onto the base of Fitz's cock, causing him to grumble. His other hand twisted his nipple and licked it before fully sucking it in his mouth. The feeling of Hunter loving on his nipple made Fitz excited. Just as Fitz's dick was starting to soften, Hunter pumped the bottom twice.
Hunter pulled off the sock to reveal what was under, and he definitely wasn't disappointed. Fitz's cock was approximately seven inches long and was pretty girthy. His tip was already so red from thinking about Hunter plunging on his dick.
Fitz cried out as Hunter placed his tongue on the tip of his cock, slowly swirling in a circle before also massaging the head. Fitz cupped Hunter's face and wiped the little bit of spit off of his lip. Hunter's neck was hurting so he pulled away and grabbed Fitz's legs, putting his body straight up. Hunter kneeled between his thighs and hesitated to jump back in, his gaze lingering on Fitz's cock once again. Hunter stayed completely still and Fitz wanted to test the limits, slowly rubbing his dick on Hunter's face. Hunter played along before Fitz started doing it faster, each slap of his cock made it spring the other way until Hunter caught it with his hands, taking more in his mouth than before. Hunter grabbed Fitz's ass with both hands and fondled his butt while taking his cock deeper, the tip hitting the back of Hunter's throat. Fitz yelled out and twisted his fingers into Hunter's hair, twirling his hair and massaging his head. Hunter moaned as Fitz teased him, which caused Fitz to violently shake from the pleasure of his cock vibrating.
Skye and Jemma were too busy sucking face to hear the phone call Bobbi had just gotten. Bobbi answered the phone and nobody spoke, only soft talking sounds could be heard before a loud pop broke the silence. Bobbi was about to hang up until a loud moan slipped out. She set the phone down, still listening. Shortly after, she heard someone say "Oh, god, you're such a good cockwhore. On your knees worshipping my dick. Exactly where you should be." At that moment she died of embarrassment, realizing it was Fitz's voice. By this point, Jemma and Skye both gasped as they heard what Fitz said and how he was sleeping around with someone else. "I knew he must have been cheating!" Simmons cried out, leaning on Skye's shoulder for a moment before paying closer attention to the phone call.
Another man said, "Fitz, can I touch myself?" Everyone in the room gasped in shock as they knew it was Hunter's voice. Not only were their boyfriends cheating, but it was with each other!
"No baby." Fitz replied and Bobbi became sick to her stomach, laughing and crying at the same time. She decided to hang up the phone call before she would end up spiraling. The girls came over and comforted her, hugging her and rubbing her shoulder. Bobbi wiped the tears off of her face and then continued to laugh. Skye and Simmons laughed with her, trying to play along.
"Every guy I like is gay." Bobbi said, halting her laughter momentarily. Skye thought it was a weird sentiment but Jemma understood.
"If it makes you feel any better, me too." Jemma replied.
"Sorry for crying and ruining yall's happy moment." Bobbi apologized and the two lovebirds gave each other that look.
"You saw?"
"And heard." Bobbi laughed and so did Skye and Jemma.
Hunter didn't waste any time diving into Fitz's cock, now taking his length wholly down his throat and stretching it. Hunter's mouth felt so amazing wrapped around Fitz's shaft. Fitz needed more, now thrusting his dick slowly into Hunter's face. Every few seconds, Hunter's chin would graze Fitz's balls, creating a slapping sound.
"I'm gonna come." Fitz cried out as he increased his thrust speed and intensity by a significant amount, destroying Hunter's throat. Now, Hunter's spit was everywhere. It was rolling down his chin and onto his chest, Fitz admiring him as Hunter maintained eye contact the whole time. This definitely wasn't Hunter's first time sucking someone off. As Fitz's thighs and legs began to shake, Hunter sucked fervently on his cock, causing pre-cum to fly past his throat. Disappointingly to Hunter, tasting like nothing in his esophagus.
Hunter desperately wanted to come up for air but refused, too intoxicated by the taste of Fitz's dick and too obsessed with watching Fitz's knees practically buckle under in orgasmic pleasure. When the first rope of cum shot down Hunter's throat, Fitz tugged extremely tight on his hair, pushing him as deep as possible. Hunter swallowed and even more flooded into his mouth but he refused to waste any precious seed. After all of Fitz's cum was swallowed, Hunter pulled off and continued to admire his dick, noticing it slowly softening, but also finding a huge mark on the base.
"Oh, fuck… Now it's your turn, baby." Fitz said, attempting to switch positions with Hunter. He helped him get up but then refused Fitz's offer, walking away and then closing the door, leaving Fitz to wallow in a pair of cum stained underwear and the sock still on the floor. Fitz had other plans for the sock tomorrow.
Hunter quickly snuck back in and took the sock. As he reached the door, Fitz said "Hunter, get over here. We aren't done."
"Another time, sweetheart. I promise." Hunter replied, smirking before leaving the room.
Jemma, Bobbi, and Skye were all laughing together, and Skye wanted to make them laugh even more.
"I'm traumatized. Get Andrew for an emergency session." Skye said, and everyone started to laugh even louder. The three of them raised the drinks and clinked them together before taking a sip. A perfectly fitting end to girls night.