Final Fantasy VII, Reno/Reeve, hiding
Reeve glanced up as a red haired figure in a Turk suit slipped into the small storage room before firmly shutting the door behind him. “Who are you hiding from this time, Reno?”
“The damn dragon lady,” grumbled Reno, walking over to sit next to Reeve on some crates and stealing a beer from the six pack sitting next to the young engineer. “She has a rash of things go wrong in her office, and I become the number one suspect, yo.”
Snickering, Reeve took a drink from the cold bottle in his hand. “She really should know better,” he remarked with a smirk.“Especially since there’s a rumor she was recently seen stalking a certain General.”
That got a wide eyed look from Reno. “No fuckin’ way she’s that desperate! ‘Specially since the General’s got his little pet.”
“Careful that Commander Fair doesn’t hear you calling him that,” Reeve teased before shaking his head. “Tell that to Scarlet who is sure no man can resist her charms, dubious though they may be. Hence the reason why I’m hiding here.”
“Plus you can always say you were out inspectin’ something when she comes looking for ya for some meeting about money,” Reno said causing Reeve to flinch at the memory of the last meeting with Scarlet. She had been trying to seduce more of his budget away from him with veiled threats and barbed innuendoes while almost falling out of her dress as she leaned over his desk, her cloying perfume choking the oxygen in his office.
Reeve shuddered and drained his bottle. “A female like that is enough to make a man gay.’
“Really?” purred Reno with a challenging smirk. “Let’s test that theory.”
That was all the warning Reeve had before Reno was kneeling between his legs with a hot mouth around the engineer’s cock. Reeve spat out a curse even as his hands were buried in that flame red hair. He only hoped that the Turk locked the door behind him because he really didn’t want to get caught with his pants down and Reno’s face in his lap. It was hard enough to get people to take him serious being as young as he was in relation to the other Department Heads.
Most sane people hated Reno’s mouth but with those lips wrapped around his flesh and sucking with enough force to pull a materia orb through a straw, Reeve was hardly in a position to even think about complaining. He whimpered and panted as his hips thrust into Reno’s mouth, head tilted back to stare at the ceiling.
There was a rustling of cloth followed by the slick slide of flesh on flesh adding to the slurping of Reno’s mouth and Reeve’s whimpering pants. The warm air of the storage room held the scent of sex easily, mixing it with the yeasty aroma of beer leaking from the open bottles, making Reeve’s head swim. He managed a slightly louder whimper as he tugged on Reno’s hair, trying to warn the Turk that he was close, but Reno only sucked harder. Moaning, Reeve buried himself in that wicked mouth as his release crashed over him, leaving him weak and tired.
Reno sat back on his heels, a smug grin on his face as he pulled out a clean handkerchief and wiped his hand clean. Then he did up his pants and stood up, looking once more like the sloppily dressed Turk with a thing for high explosives instead of someone who had just been giving a world class blowjob. Reeve knew he looked exactly as he felt, like he had been on the receiving end of that blowjob with his pants open and his hair disheveled.
“We really need to stop meeting this way, sir,” drawled Reno with a smirk before he snagged one last bottle of beer before strolling out of the storage room, indifferent to the glare Reeve tossed after him.
“Damn, Turk,” Reeve sighed, trying to put himself back together again.