Warnings: Language, established relationship, praise talk, heavy teasing, oral m recieving, balls in mouth, cumplay, always a loquacious Ezra.
Summary: Going down on Ezra before bed is the only thought in your pretty little head. He deserves it and you need to taste him.
A/N: Apologies for being MIA for a little, deployments have really gotten in the way of my writing. I have so much more coming soon…BUT…I hope you enjoy this thot that I couldn’t get out of my head until I typed it out, the way I yearn to make this man feel good! I love our Ez.
You burn for him. Your eyes refuse to look away. Your mouth waters at the sight of him. Something has come over you, heating you completely in the coldness of the metal pod.
Standing in the doorway of the washroom space, you are staring…disrespectfully.
Ezra is lounging in his favorite position, relaxed, head against a pillow on the bulkhead, as he reads his latest adventure novel. He’s on the bed sideways, with his feet planted on the deck, knees far apart. The damn tease only in his black briefs ready for sleep. You love those briefs. The fabric soft and snug. Outlining his beautiful cock resting heavy between his spread thighs. You absentmindedly lick your lips confirming your decision.
From this vantage point, you watch as his eyes dart across the page fully engrossed in what he is reading. As you pad slowly towards him, you bring your fingertips to your lips in anticipation. It’s instinctual at this point. Your mouth craves his touch, more so his skin, his taste. Ezra hasn’t taken notice of your approach and this excites you even more.
Once close enough, you lower yourself one knee at a time and shuffle silently to kneel between his wide spread knees. Now his whole face is blocked by his book. It must be a really good chapter because you are so close his body heat warms you but he hasn’t reacted to your advance…yet.
Placing both of your hands on either knee, you press your palms up the inside of Ezra’s thighs and he trembles, finally lowering the book to his bare chest to find you kneeling before him with a devious smile on your face.
“Mmm, my apologies little bird, it was not my intention to ignore your presence. I just entered a pivotal moment in my reading as I was awaiting your arrival to bed. To find you like this as I reenter reality is a delightful surprise.”
“No apologies necessary my love,” you answer sweetly as you continue to caress his thighs all the way up to his hips and back down to his knees, your touch obviously having the effect on him that you wanted as you watch him harden in front of you. Some of your passes lightly brush the tip of his cock or his balls. He lets out soft gasps each time. With his eyes closed he starts to roll his hips up as your hands get closer and closer to the crotch of his briefs. The sight of him reacting to your touch this way makes you squeeze your legs together for your own friction, but you want this just for him right now.
“Your hands are divine in touch little bird, this feels so good,” Ezra sighs as he reaches down to palm himself roughly over the thin fabric out of need, but you gently push his hand away and his eyes meet yours in apology.
“Let me take care of you handsome,” you press the heel of your palm over his thick tip and he whines grasping at the bedding as you begin to stroke him over his underwear. Now he is throbbing for you but you aren’t ready to free him just yet.
You lean forward, continuing to stroke him, and place wet open mouth kisses and suck small marks into his right thigh. Ezra looks down his body at you with so much want and you are going to drag out his pleasure because you love it when he looks at you this way. Completely surrendering himself and his body to your touch, your love. When your kisses reach his center you pause, looking up at him, then swiftly skip over to his left thigh to continue your path of sucking and kissing. Ezra exhales like he had been holding his breath.
“Don’t you worry baby,” you say between slow kisses with a smile and a squeeze of his inner thigh, “I’ve got you.”
Ezra soaks in your words with a deep breathy sigh because he knows you’ve got him, in every way, you are always there for him and take care of him as he does you. He closes his eyes and takes in your all encompassing presence.
Once your lips trail back up towards where your hand is still softly rubbing him, you don’t hesitate this time and nuzzle your nose and mouth into his clothed center. Ezra’s eyes shoot open as he thrusts ever so slightly when you all but bite him at the very top of his inner thigh. The small yelp he lets out makes you smile as you run your hot mouth over every part of his groin. You nibble the tops of his thighs. Nose his crevice. Kiss his balls. Lick his leaking tip savoring the taste of the damp spot your ministrations have earned you. And start to tug him a little firmer as you do.
Ezra is now a whimpering mess before you and you haven’t even removed his briefs yet.
“Please…please baby.” Ezra whispers quietly, pleading for you, begging for more, and you cannot deny him when he needs you so badly. Especially when his fingertips lightly stroke your cheek. What he doesn’t know, is you need this just as much as he does. This is what you wanted.
At his breathless request, your nimble fingers find the waistband on his briefs and begin to pull them up and over his length. His cock springs free to rest up on his tummy and your mouth waters in anticipation. You pat his hip and he lifts for you to pull his briefs completely off then down his long legs. Ezra pulls one foot free so that he is able to spread his thighs wide again for you to settle in between comfortably.
Ezra’s eyes roll back and his hand finds his face, rubbing his forehead with a shaky sigh, when your hands return to his bare inner thighs and up to his now exposed hips. You know he can never resist your soft touches, revels in them, his cock jumps in front of you. You take in the sight of him so turned on, trembling, panting…when his eyes return to you, you finally make your move.
“Oh!” he gasps when you lick and suck one of his balls into your mouth, he bucks his hips at the sensation. Your hands press him back into the bedding to keep him steady as you move to his other one. The noises coming from Ezra are intoxicating. You close your eyes to feel every gasp, whine, whimper, and cry as you lap your tongue over his most sensitive skin. You sense he is close by his flexing and heavy breaths, so you ease your aggressive want.
His cock is leaking onto his skin and you think to yourself what a waste as you release his right ball with a pop. Looking up his body, his chest heaving with arousal and restraint, you find his gaze as you lean forward, hands planted still on his hips. Ezra watches intently, lips parted as if he wants to say something, anything, but cannot. You give him a small smirk then stick your tongue all the way out flat and start to lick the underside of his cock from base to tip. Ezra growls deep in his chest watching your filthy action.
When you reach his tip you run your right hand up his side to caress his stomach and chest as you clean him of his precome. Then, with no hands, you tilt your head forward to catch the head of his length between your lips, forehead dragging down his abdomen as you finally take him into your mouth. You lean back to rest back on your hunches with his cock heavy on your tongue and you hum, tasting him at last. Everything you were wanting when staring at him before, the saltiness of his come, the slight spice of his soap, his unique scent that draws you in…Him.
“Blessed Kevva this beguiling mouth,” Ezra grunts out as you begin your steady pace building him to where he was when you were just touching him. His hand rests on the back of your head as you move all the way up and down his length, not to push you or take control, but to feel more of you. His hips start to roll up to meet your motions and you welcome it.
It’s messy. Your saliva mixed with his precome covering your lips, dribbling down your chin, down his shaft, to his curls and balls, and you fucking love it. You push yourself wanting more so you inhale deep to take his whole length, hitting the back of your throat with a gag. The moan you pull from Ezra spurs you on to do it again and again until he is practically shaking below you. Labored panting and high pitched cries as he nears his climax.
That’s when you hollow your cheeks, suck his cock as hard as you can, and you grasp his spit covered balls, massaging them together in your small hand in time with your bobbing up and down.
“Fuckin’ stars above!” Ezra basically screams, throwing his head back hard against the pillow propped up on the wall as his orgasm rips through him filling the back of your throat. You try to keep up and drink down everything he gives you. It’s almost too much as always and some slips past your lips onto your chin. After swallowing him fully you twirl your tongue around his overly sensitive tip, cleaning every inch of him, and he shudders.
Ezra’s hand is still in your hair and falls to his thigh when you finally pull off of his softening cock. Retracting your hands from him, you sit back with an accomplished look. He sees you reaching to wipe your face clean but stops you by sitting up and grabbing your wrist softly.
“Let me oblige you,” he says as his thumb swipes the come on your chin. He drags it to your lips, which you separate willingly as you look up at him from your kneeling position, “so captivating you are.”
Ezra presses his thumb onto your tongue and you hum with satisfaction. He watches you with so much adoration as you grin after the slow pull of his thumb out between your plush lips. Then he lifts your lips to his for a deep kiss, tongues swirling and tastes shared. The soreness of your jaw setting in and oh so worth it.
The kiss breaks and he brushes his nose with yours, moving it up the center of your face to gently kiss your forehead. You begin to pull his briefs back up his calves and he humphs gratefully, assisting the rest of the way. Then he easily lifts you up to him, into the bed and twists to turn off the pod’s soft lighting.
“Let us rest now little bird, what a wondrous treat that was before bedtime,” Ezra breathes into your neck in his raspy voice, tired from the day and sated by your actions.
“What a treat indeed my love,” you retort, tangling your limbs with his for sleep.
Ezra huffs a small laugh and pulls you tighter to him. You lay content surrounded by him, your taste for him fulfilled.
I have about 15 different subjects waiting in my art queue, but then I saw this image from the Talk Easy podcast and couldn’t help myself. What a breathtaking smile!
Requested?: Yes from this ask - I loved Speak!!’ Ezra is such a dad. Maybe when your done with all your other requests can you do a part 2 where it’s set after the movie where they make it to the station and Ezra teaches her how to speak and maybe she tells him why she didn’t talk. You could come why she didn’t talk before
Author’s note: I slightly changed it to where she knows how to speak yet refuses.
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After finally getting off the Green by ambushing a group of people to obtain their vessel, you, Cee, and Ezra make it back to the station. Medical personnel were there to greet the three of you. You and Cee watched as Ezra was carted off to have his arm further examined while you and Cee sat in the medical bay, only for observation and to get the two of you fed and hydrated.
Cee consoled you, “It’s okay, Y/N. We are fine. We’ll make it; we’ll survive. We always do.”
You had simply nodded, taking in more food and water. You then sighed and signed, “I know.” It felt as though you haven’t eaten and drank in years when it had only been a couple of weeks since the last decent meal you shared with your father and Cee on the Green before your father died.
The captain had come by to inform you and Cee, Ezra was doing fine and would eventually be given a prosthetic arm since he was an essential digger. She also informed the two of you, you and your older sister could use some rest before you started work back on the station and Cee left for the next departure to another planet to find resources to keep the station afloat until it returned to Earth in three months.
Once you and Cee were cleared from the medical bay, you made your way back towards your living quarters, which was going to feel smaller yet bigger since it was just you and Cee now. The two of you didn’t do much for the first day back except sleep, which your body desperately needed since you had barely slept a wink since Ezra walked into you and your sister’s life down on the Green.
You thought about Ezra often. Wondering how he’s doing, wondering what he’s doing. You had spoken in front of him, something you hadn’t done in ages since you could remember. Yet you do remember…you and Cee had just lost your mother and you blamed yourself, even though Cee never blamed you for her death, she always blamed your greedy hungry father for her death. You were closer to your mother whereas Cee was close to your father, mainly because Cee enjoyed going on digs and you preferred to stay behind and work on what you do best - the station’s comms system.
It’s where Ezra finds you, one day, while he’s roaming the station, trying to get his bearings back along with using the prosthetic arm the station’s doctor got him. “Afternoon, Y/N,” he remarks, his brown eyes looking at you. “Though we never know what time of day it really is up here.”
You simply nod and continue working. Getting your hands in between wires, fingers feeling them, as you make sure they are plugged into the right component. You feel Ezra hovering over you, so you look at him and motioned him to go away but he stays.
“I just wanted to see how you’re doing,” he informs you. “I ran into Cee in the mess hall.” He begins to ramble, “I guess I should watch out for the two of you. Seeing as I,” he lowered his voice to utter, “killed your father.” His voice returns to its deep timbre, “Yet he deserved it; he was tryin’ to swindle me, and I didn’t like that.”
You know he’s yammering on; most people do when they found out you don’t respond, don’t speak. It’s not like you were born with a disability, you choose not to speak because of your voice because it’s what caused…you shake your head pushing aside the thought before you truly think of it.
“What?” Ezra’s voice draws you out of your haze.
You look at him and sign, “Nothing. Please…let me work.”
“I’ve been learning more sign language since I’ve been held up.” He pauses. “Vids…even Cee. I might not know much now but eventually, I will, and we can have an actual conversation.” he chuckles, thinking the two of you will be like two peas in a pod.
“Great,” you sign with a bit of sarcasm in your motion. Of course, Cee would visit him. She and Ezra got along tremendously.
Ezra chuckles, “Even though you didn’t say it, I can feel the disdain you have.”
You roll your eyes and find the tablet needed. You begin to move your fingers against the touch screen, feeling at peace because this is what you do best. Your throat itches to speak, you had done it once before in his presence, but it was after he had helped you and he wasn’t being helpful this go around. You wish he’d just go away.
“I want to do what’s best for you, and Cee. Let me be your guys’ keeper. Gods, that sounded horrible. I mean, let me watch out for the two of you since you have no one.” Ezra declares.
Keeper? The word sticks out like a sore thumb. You’ve had enough of the man and want to return to your solitude. You place the tablet aside then stand. You sign, “You know nothing about me and Cee. As you mentioned you killed our father, yet…yet you did watch out for us afterward.” Your breath is heavy from signing furiously. “Just because you are an adult does not make you, our parent.”
Ezra swallows. He barely understood any of the signs since you moved your hands hurriedly. He knows you want to speak; you did speak to him though it was only once. “Look,” he licks his lips, knowing he’s never once done what he’s about to do, “I’m sorry. I…I didn’t mean to intrude. I was simply helping you and Cee. I’ll leave you alone.”
You watch him walk away with a hung head. Did you just watch and hear Ezra express feelings, other than greed? You shake off the thought then return to your work. You don’t need another parent. You had two and they were gone. All you have is Cee, no one else matters.
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Time passes by quickly as you continue with your work on the station. You don’t mind it though since Cee has accompanied Ezra on a couple of digs. Cee had been hesitant to leave you alone, but you informed and reassured her you would be fine. After all, working on the station’s comms made you feel at ease, it brought you back to yourself once again.
Ezra stayed away from you. Only doing simple greetings if he ever crossed your path. You had ignored him since the fleeting moment you had shared deep within the station when you yelled at him through your hasty hand movements. Cee could sense something was off when the three of you sat in the mess a couple of times eating dinner. She didn’t press either of you about what had happened, fearing it would evoke an argument. Though it didn’t stop her from divulging information to Ezra when he told her about the confrontation when they were on a dig together.
“She’s the youngest. So, I must watch out for her. But she is the smarter one,” Cee had chuckled. “She loved learning about everything, didn’t want to get her hands dirty,” Cee had informed him. “Y/N was close to our mom. I was close to our father, we always enjoyed going on digs. My sister stayed behind to work on the station cause our mom worked on the station. She followed in our mom’s footsteps, I followed in our father’s.”
Ezra had glanced at Cee, acknowledging why Y/N was defensive with him all those many moons ago. “She’s protective of you, and herself.” Ezra had chuckled and shaken his head. “She’s in her element back on the station.”
“She is,” Cee had replied. “It’s her world, her comfort zone. And the digs are mine.”
Ezra had only nodded in response, realizing he had disrupted you in your element. He hadn’t pressed Cee for anything else after that.
Ezra now moseys about the station. The months have flown by and in a few days, they would be returning to Earth and as Cee informed him on their last dig, she and Y/N would be going to see their family and he was more than welcomed to accompany them. He liked the idea of a found family, especially since he had looked after Cee and Y/N, though it was mainly Cee. He never had much of a family growing up and now he had one.
But an eerily feeling plagued Ezra. He had to make amends with you; he had to make sure you and he were on good terms before going on another journey to who knows where to meet the people who’ve helped raise you and will continue to raise you since both of your parents are gone.
He finds you in the belly of the station as he had done all those days ago. “Y/N,” he utters as he approaches, keeping up his defenses, afraid you might attack with your quick signage.
You stop what you’re doing and look at the man. His hair is slightly shaggier now; the blond speck is still present. The beard covering his face seems to be thicker with hints of gray. “What?” you sign. You knew he was tagging along with you and Cee once the station touched down on Earth. You had been mad at Cee for days on end until you realized you couldn’t persuade her to uninvite Ezra.
“I…I,” Ezra stammers, unsure of what to say. He ponders, “Why can’t you use your voice to talk?”
You sign slowly, “Why…does…it…matter…to…you?”
He had learned enough sign language he could almost be fluent in it, especially since Cee helped him. They didn’t have much else to do on digs when they found gems. “Cee said you were close to your mother. She says you blamed yourself for the longest time.”
“If it wasn’t for me, she’d be alive,” you sign, not holding back since Cee and Ezra have spent an abundance of time together. “I feel responsible.”
“What happened?” Ezra inquires. He then signs, “Use your voice. Please.”
Tears sting your eyes. It was because of your voice she had died. You avert your eyes and begin moving your hands out of habit, “My father…” You stop yourself and lower your hands. “She,” your voice cracks; it’s hoarse and your throat grimaces at the sensation of speaking. You wipe away your tears. “My father asked her to come along on a dig, years ago. She didn’t want to go down; she loved the station yet he persuaded her, and I wasn’t old enough to remain on my own so I went as well.” You pause, remembering the details. “We ran into trouble. Dad told us to keep quiet, Cee and I. Mom was back at the campsite. It wasn’t far from where we ran into a group trying to hijack Dad’s cache of gems.” You pause again.
Ezra takes a step forward, “It’s okay, Y/N. You can tell me.”
You look at Ezra; your eyes glazed over with tears. “Because of my voice, she died. If I…if I hadn’t spoken she would still be alive.” You begin to sob, “I had to warn her! I couldn’t lose her. The three of us couldn’t lose her! But Dad…,” your voice becomes incoherent because your sobs are uncontrollable.
Ezra gathers you gently in his arms, hugging you as softly as Cee has always done. He pets your hair soothingly, “It’s not your fault. Never was your fault.” He knows it was her father’s. If it wasn’t for that bastard, Cee and Y/N’s mother would still be alive. He pulls you apart from him. “It was your father’s. And I am sorry you lost her. Sorry, you lost a true parental connection when she was taken away from you.”
You nod profusely, wiping at your tears with the long sleeve shirt you have on. You hated being emotional even for a person of your young age.
“I promise nothing will happen to you. I will protect you and Cee. You two are the only family I have,” Ezra lopsidedly smiles, pulls faintly back, and looks at you, “and I’ve never really had a family before. So, this is new for me. But I want to let you know, you and your sister will be protected, taken care of.” Ezra searches your eyes, “I am not replacing your parents. They will always be your parents.”
“I know,” you cry softly, finding reassurance in his words.
“Good.” He hugs you again. “The three of us will always have each other.”
And he was right. All three of you had one another, whether on Earth or back in the Great Beyond. The three of you are family and you had the one thing back you thought lost forever - your voice.
I have about 15 different subjects waiting in my art queue, but then I saw this image from the Talk Easy podcast and couldn’t help myself. What a breathtaking smile!
Painted on procreate in mixed media.
How do you mange to get his sad eyes everytime? I’m truly in awe of your work
Sadly I won’t be able to paint properly within the next few weeks. Injured my arm and now can barely bend or twist it from the elbow down. A bit frustrating right now, but at least I can manage a few quick pencil sketches before it gets unbearable.
genre: romance/smut/and they were roommates (oh my god they were roommates)
words: 2.7k
part 1 of 2
please scroll to the end to “content” if you would like to know specific smut-related content before reading!
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Ever since the rush ended, mining work was somewhat scarce. Most aurelac miners—the ones who didn’t strike it rich, had already squandered away their profits, or ones that worked under flat-rate contract and not profit-share—had been swept up by the large-scale mining companies at the Ephrate.
You, unfortunately, had a falling-out with the head of your crew shortly before the end of the rush, and you were left out in the cold with little more than the clothes on your back and the helmet on your head.
Now you operated alone, picking up what seasonal jobs you could. The ones that payed more tended to be more dangerous—you had a good sense as to which jobs would require you to stash extra knives on your person and demand your own private tent. That demand would often eat into your wages, but it was worth the peace of mind.
You were coming up on the last of your income from last season, which is how you found yourself scouting shuttle stations for work. Most of the bulletins at the larger stations were already picked clean. Now, at one of the smallest stations in the Reach, you hoped against hope you’d find a decent job posting.
Mostly scrap haul jobs—one odd request for a live-in massage therapist, and you knew what thatwas code for—but when you were about to give up and move on, one last blip on the readout screen caught your eye.
seeking experienced miner for short-term contract work (one season). small-scale operation, compensation negotiable. food and board included. helmet must be supplied by employee, O2 freely available. radio callsign alpha-echo-six, will be monitoring channel 07:00 – 23:00 universal time.
It was contract work, not profit-share, but what the hell. It was the best you had come across in your search so far and you doubted you’d find anything better. Checking the screen, you noted it was nearly 23:00—but you pulled out your radio, entered the posted callsign, and gave it a shot.
“This is radio callsign alpha-sierra-two, inquiring about job posting on shuttle station R-Twelve,” you said into your device. “Is the position still open?”
You waited for a minute in dead silence before you heard the line crackle to life. “Hello, alpha-sierra-two,” a thick drawl replied. “Long as you can hold a pickaxe steady, the job’s as good as yours.”
—
When you met him, the first thing you noticed was the shock of blonde hair. Nobody out in the Reaches had much use for cosmetic hair products, so it must have been a natural occurrence of some sort. It struck you as profoundly odd—but also incredibly attractive. You took a deep breath and swallowed down the nervous lump in your throat.
The second thing you noticed—well. It was a little hard to miss.
“Name’s Ezra,” he said with a sly smile, extending his left—and only—hand.
You weren’t sure which hand you were supposed to shake his with. You decided on your left, to match his. It took some fumbling, but you managed a firm shake in the end. You introduced yourself and then let your hands drop.
“Sorry if that was weird,” you said, “I’m not used to shaking hands with my left.”
Ezra chuckled darkly. “Me neither, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart. Normally, you’d hate hearing that come from a man you’d just met. It would’ve felt like a belittlement. But not with this man—it just seemed to roll off his tongue without a second thought.
Then, you realized the implication of his statement. If he wasn’t used to shaking with his left, the loss of his right arm must not have been too long ago. In this line of work, any number of horrors could have caused it. You decided it was best not to dwell on the subject.
“Allow me to escort you to your quarters,” Ezra said, gesturing for you to follow.
He brought you to the only man-made structure within sight. He must have built it himself. He zipped the entryway door shut and clumsily removed his helmet with one hand. You swiftly removed yours, glad to get the sweaty thing off of you for the first time in hours.
The tent was sturdy and spacious enough to feel a little less like a hovel and a little more like a home. It was certainly nicer than most accommodations you’d been given on mining contract work before. There were two beds—well, just cushioned mats on the floor, but definitely an upgrade from a cot—separated by makeshift room divider in the form of a bedsheet tied between two of the tent supports.
“I can fashion a proper partition if you’d prefer,” he said, “the kid was prone to nightmares is all. Didn’t like feelin’ shut off. Took that tent wall down the next day, put the sheet up instead.”
“Kid?” You prompted.
“She’s livin’ in the Ephrate this season,” he said. “Got a scholarship to that fancy Academy an’ everything. Awful proud of her.” You could hear the fondness in his voice.
“That’s nice,” you said, “she must have a good father.”
Ezra chuckled, the sound tinged with something bitter. “Unfortunately, I do not hold such a grand title,” he said. “Her parents are deceased. I am but her guardian.”
Oh.
“Well, get yourself settled and join me outside when you’re ready,” he said as he went to retrieve his helmet. “It’s not as complicated as aurelac, but it’s still a bitch to mine.”
—
After just a few days of harvesting starstone, you were inclined to agree with Ezra’s statement. It was an absolute bitch. If you so much as tapped it at the wrong angle it would completely lose its integrity. Then, as soon at was harvested, it had to be soaked in a complicated solution of enzymes so it would retain its color—if you waited too long to get it in the enzyme bath, it would turn pale and lose its shimmer. How the hell anyone managed to transport it without massive damages, you had no idea.
You voiced this to him. He simply shrugged. “Not my problem,” he said. “The buyer is arrangin’ her own transport. We just have to hand it off.”
“What is this stuff good for, anyway?” You asked.
“It’s pretty,” he said, “and if there’s one thing I’ve become privy to in all my years of prospectin’, it’s that all sorts of folk will pay a pretty penny for pretty things. ’Specially if those things are rare.”
“There’s no accounting for taste, I guess,” you mumbled, looking at the bright green and orange whorls of glittery stone around the two of you. Ezra snickered at your comment, and the sound of the raspy, almost boyish laughter made your stomach do somersaults.
“I can assume you have no such affinity for pretty things, then,” he said with a grin.
“Well,” you started, looking into those pretty brown eyes of his, “now and I again I might.”
Ezra just arched an eyebrow before returning to sifting through rock.
—
You and Ezra fell into an easy rhythm. He would wake up early to prepare the enzyme solutions for the day’s mining. You both mined as long as it stayed light out, going back into the tent as needed for a ration bar or a toilet break or just to rest your weary head for a minute. After dark, it was your responsibility to prep the filters and O2 tanks. As days turned into weeks, you found yourself finally adjusting to the man’s odd manner of speech, and even found yourself laughing at his dry wit.
And if you were honest with yourself, you were harboring quite the crush.
But this was job, damnit, and even if it wasn’t profit-share, Ezra payed far more than any other boss you’d had for contract work. You weren’t going to compromise that. A sexual relationship with someone who was technically your superior was never a good idea—you didn’t want to get yourself kicked off this planet without a full season’s pay.
This dwarf planet’s climate wasn’t as harsh and unforgiving as the Green. The air wasn’t breathable, which is why oxygen tanks and helmets were necessary, but there was nothing like the deadly moon’s dust you remember from the rush days. The one complaint you had: the weather was always hot, some days painfully so, and today was one of those days. You had both decided to cut the workday short and stumbled back to the tent, sweaty and exhausted.
You wrenched your helmet off of your head and immediately planted yourself in front of one of the air circulators. You heard Ezra’s helmet fall to the floor with a clankand several frustrated grunts as he began to unzip his suit. You knew by now not to offer help—even though it took him a long time to dress and undress, it seemed to be a point of pride to him that he do it himself.
You shucked off your own suit, leaving yourself standing in a sleeveless top and shorts. Cooler now, but still utterly worn-out, you all but flung yourself on your cot. You rucked up your shirt so you left as much of your skin exposed to the air as possible without stripping down to your underwear. “Too fucking hot,” you grumbled.
“Preachin’ to the choir, birdie,” Ezra replied, finally kicking his suit off and out of the way. “Pardon my selfishness, but I’m inclined to take the first shower.”
You groaned, but you had taken the first shower yesterday, so you didn’t protest. Ezra took long showers—you guessed it was because of his arm situation—so you’d have to wait to get all the sweat and grime off. But hey—at least you hada shower. In some of your past gigs you had to wipe yourself down from head to toe with a wet rag.
The shower was attached to the main tent on the east-facing wall: your side of the sheet. Ezra walked by you to access it—he was shirtless, clad only in the pair of black compression pants he wore under his suit. You couldn’t help but sneak a look at him from where you lay—you had come to appreciate the broad expanse of his back and shoulders, his skin kissed all over with fading white scars, the little paunch of his stomach, and the dusting of dark hair that began below his bellybutton and traveled down beneath his waistband. He sighed and stretched before unzipping the partition and shuffling tiredly to the shower.
Seeing him half-naked had lit a spark in your belly. You swallowed thickly, your mind trailing into territory you usually reserved for late at night when Ezra was asleep. Yes, you were attracted to him—but it was more than just a baser instinct. Whenever you got yourself off in the past—or gotten someone elseoff—it had been quick and quiet and easily forgotten, something to take the edge off, to scratch an itch. You never really fantasized about romance or, Kevva forbid, love, but the longer you spent with Ezra, the more you caught yourself wondering what he would be like as a lover—if he’d hold you gently against his chest after, if he’d press a soft kiss to your forehead, if he’d tell you that you were beautiful.
You scoffed at yourself. Fantasies like that were for naive girls, not for a grown woman, especially not a world-weary miner who knew that men in the Reaches weren’t like that.
But maybe Ezra was different. He was already far different than any man you had ever met.
And maybe you could allow yourself the fantasy.
As you listened to the hum of the shower running, confident in your assertion that Ezra wouldn’t be out for some time—you snaked one hand down under the waistband of your shorts and underwear, rubbing at yourself in the way you usually did—in the way that would make you orgasm quickly. If you drew things out, that just gave your brain time to strike up ridiculous fantasies of Ezra making love to you.
Making love. There you go again. Why can’t you just call it fucking? But what you were thinking of wasn’t fucking—would he gaze into your eyes as he filled you? Would he whisper to you how goodyou felt, call you sweetheartlike he did the first day you met—and nearly every day since?
Damn it, you said you wouldn’t think about it, but here you were. You rubbed yourself faster, just hoping to get this over with and move the fuck on—
“Shower’s all yours,” you heard Ezra’s voice ring out, and you froze. You didn’t breathe, didn’t move a muscle. How had you not heard the water turn off? How long were you daydreaming?
There was no way Ezra didn’t know what you were doing. You didn’t even have the plausible deniability of having a blanket over you. You were sofucked.
You moved your head a tiny fraction to look at Ezra. He had a threadbare towel around his waist, precariously held by a twist-and-tuck at his hip. He was staring at you, wide-eyed and stock-still, as droplets dripped down his forehead from his still-wet hair. You weren’t sure he was even breathing.
Neither of you moved.
Then, Ezra licked his lips, flicking his eyes from your face down to where your hand was still stuck in your shorts, then back to your eyes again. Slowly, deliberately. He quirked an eyebrow at you.
You hitched your hips up a little under his gaze, almost involuntarily. He watched the movement with intensity.
Fuck.Was this really happening?
Ezra brought his hand up to his mouth, rubbing at his lower lip with his thumb. He looked to where your hand was trapped between your legs, and gestured with a nod.
With your heartbeat hammering against your chest, you began to move your hand again, eyes locked on Ezra. His breath hitched as he watched you touch yourself, his eyes intent on your body, pupils blown wide and dark.
You rubbed at your clit, your legs tensing as you brought your hips up to press into your hand. Unable to help it, a moan escaped your throat, and Ezra answered back with a low hum of his own.
Hearing him respond to you made your body light up like lightning. You closed your eyes and sucked in frantic bursts of air. The oppressive heat around you was unbearable, the pressure building in your core even more so. Your pulse roared against your eardrums as you frantically worked at your clit, almost sore now, needing to come now more than ever, needing that release—
“Fuck, sweetheart,” Ezra said, and the sound of his voice had you coming hard, thighs shaking. You chased your high as long as you could, clit nearly rubbed raw, until you winced at the overstimulation, dropping your hips back to the bed and letting out a heaving sigh. Almost in a daze, you opened your eyes, chancing a glance at Ezra. He was staring down at you as if he’d seen Kevva’s gates open up before him. He was also visibly tenting his towel, holding onto where it was tied at his hip in a vise-like grip.
“I’m,” you started, catching your breath, “I could use a shower now.”
“As very well could I,” Ezra replied as he shifted his weight back and forth, voice strained, “an’ a cold one at that. But I’d be remiss to waste the water.”
“Sorry,” you mumbled. About the shower or the impromptu peepshow, you weren’t sure.
“Quite alright. But don’t be alarmed if you emerge to find me in a similar position when you’re done in there,” he remarked, gesturing to the shower with a jerk of his head.
You planted your face in your pillow, mortified beyond belief, hot shame washing over you. Ezra simply chuckled.
“No reason to be embarrassed, sweetheart,” he said. “Close quarters make for… sticky situations such as these.”
“Shutup,” you grumbled as you stood up, walking past Ezra to make your way to the shower.
What the fuckjust happened?
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a/n:this was supposed to be a quick smutty oneshot (oops) but it was getting long so I’ve split it into two parts! Part two should be out by the end of this week.
content:masturbation, voyeurism (but is it voyeurism if both parties are aware of the voyeur-ing?)
