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It’s that time again kids! Here we have seven thousand something words of Rick Flag smut that I stayed up until one in the morning to finish! :D The Suicide Squad glow up for my boy was really something else, and it ignited my love for him again.

Title: Ten Out of Ten

Rating: M or NSFW

Word Count:7647

Warnings: Smut, Praise Kink, Accidental Exhibitionism, Semi-Public Sex

Summary: Almost dying can have a funny effect on people and honestly, there’s nothing that makes you feel quite as alive again as fucking in the back of a minibus- three feet away from your sleeping friends.

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Once dusk hit, the sun hanging low and threatening to dip under the horizon, the bus had fallen silent as it’s weary passengers finally succumbed to the exhaustion of the days events. While you had cleaned up your friends as best as you could, DuBois had commandeered another driver- after the unfortunate fate that befell your last one.

Not that the new guy needed to know anything aboutthat.

The stout, middle aged man now sat in the drivers seat, bobbing up and down with each pothole and cheerfully humming along with the radio as he did.

You had been surprised that he’d found someone so quickly, but according to Robert, there had been no shortage of offers when the citizens learned that you were in need of a ride. They had been so thankful to you all for saving them, that nothing had been too much trouble.

It was… nice.

Having people stare at you with warmth and thanks in their eyes instead of fear. Hell, it had even seemed to get to Rick too. After all, it wasn’t like the prisoners in Bella Reve were lining up to shake his hand any time soon.

He got as much shit as the rest of you did.

The man himself was currently seated beside you- at your insistence. Pulling him, bloody and bruised and injured from the wreckage of the building had put you on edge- or, if you were being honest, it had freaked you the fuck out for reasons you were far too tired to explore right now.

But every breath he exhaled, every gentle movement of his arm against yours, was enough to ground you for now at least.

You were content to bask in the warmth radiating from him.

It would take another two hours to reach the beach you had all been dumped on days ago- the journey one big middle finger from avery pissed off Waller.

But hey, fuck her, you thought smugly.

She was just irritated that she’d been outplayed at the very game she’d designed. Though, not a moment too soon.

Red ruffles shifted restlessly in the seat in front of you- Harley snorting out something nonsensical in her sleep. Her legs were sticking out into the middle of the aisle, sporting a few patches of gauze you had managed to talk her into putting on her injuries.

You smiled at her over the back of the chair, fondness in your expression. She was looking a bit worse for wear and somewhere along the way, she’d lost her javelin. But at least she was alive. She hadn’t stopped raving about being inside an alien’s head from the moment it had happened, right up until she’d passed out face down in the bus seat.

Unsanitary? Yes.

Did she give a fuck? No.

You had left her be, happy to bask in the various sounds of your friends simply existing- even if it meant dealing with Harley’s snoring. It had taken the others longer to fall asleep, but eventually, one by one, they had dropped off.

You could only guess the last time any of them had actually slept properly.

Cleo had succumbed next, curling herself into Nanaue of all… people? Did he count as people? All the same, he must have made a decent pillow because the girl seemed content enough burrowed against his side.

To his credit, the big guy was awfully gentle with her. One big fin draped softly across her like a blanket and he hadn’t moved a muscle ever since.

Did sharks sleep, you wondered to yourself?

Itseemed like he did because the noises he was making sounded suspiciously like snoring.

Abner had taken goddamn forever to doze off, still riding the high from his newfound ‘hero’ status. That and the coffee he’d been plied with at the last rest stop hadn’t helped- especially now that he’d crashed with his face plastered against the grimy bus window.

Having taken up residence at the very front of the bus, Robert had insisted that he would take the first watch. That he wasn’t tired yet.

Bullshit.

He’d fought it for the guts of an hour, his head lolling every now and then until it snapped back up. But eventually, his chin had hit his chest and not risen again, his breathing going even and causing Rick to nudge you.

You had laughed to yourselves, amused by how stubborn he was.

Beside you, Rick was staring out of the window at the passing trees- eyes heavy and one arm wrapped tightly against his wounded side. You let your eyes wander while he wasn’t looking, taking in the cuts and bruises that he’d sustained in his fight against Peacemaker.

The fucking backstabbing asshole, you thought bitterly.

You hadn’t stopped kicking yourself for not going with him back there. The cold that had washed over you when Cleo had grabbed your arm. Said those fucking words-

“I think he killed Colonel Flag.”

The floor had dropped out from underneath you, nausea and panic almost making your head spin. If not for DuBois steadying you with a hand on your shoulder, you wouldn’t have managed to make the trek back to where Cleo had last seen him.

You had heaved rubble out of the way like it was nothing, an intense fear driving you forward. You had honestly thought he was dead when you found him. Blood had ruined his shirt, spreading outwards from an angry stab wound in his side- the makeshift ceramic knife still embedded where Peacemaker had left it.

It had taken the rest of your energy to close the wound. You didn’t have enough juice to fix him up completely but the sound of his pained groan was like music to your ears- even though you had promptly passed out afterwards.

You had woken up again outside, your head in Rick’s lap and Harley leaning over you, patting your cheek with concern. Although… not quite as much concern as you had when you had caught sight of the gargantuan- hold on, was that a fucking starfish?- razing buildings to the ground in the distance.

But anyway, yeah, you were pissed off at yourself.

Mainly for trusting some- some- cheap Captain America knockoff with the man you-

“Stop beatin’ yourself up,” Rick said softly and you were surprised to find him looking directly at you when your attention snapped back to reality. “I ain’t no princess that you always need to swoop in and save ya’ know? I know what I’m getting myself into when I go off on my own,” he continued pointedly, leveling a look at you.

The flush that rose on your face was probably very noticeable but being the gentleman that he was, Rick didn’t point it out.

Though it didn’t stop a little smirk from tugging at the corner of his mouth as he turned his head towards the window again.

Picking at a loose threat on the bus seat, you furrowed your brow in disagreement.

“I know that,” you said, petulantly. “But you’re still a soft, squishy human Rick,” you continued, slumping back against your seat and crossing your arms like a teenager. “I’m supposed to look out for you, not let some asshole almost gut you.”

There was a beat of silence until he said-

“Cause I’m… soft ‘n squishy?” he asked dryly, obviously not agreeing with your assessment of his current physique. You cast an eye over him, looking from his solid shoulders to his muscular thighs and couldn’t help but disagree as well.

You knew that there was nothing soft about Colonel Rick Flag.

Youalso knew he was being purposely obtuse.

“Youknowwhat I mean,” you scoffed irritably, crossing your arms in an effort to ignore your rapidly derailing train of thought. He was gifted at many things and distracting you from your own thoughts was one of them. His widening smirk told you that he’d known exactly what you meant but had gotten a rise out of you anyway.

“Hmm,” he hummed lightly, neither in admission or denial.

“I should’ve known he was a rat,” you ground out, anger and fear catching in your throat and turning your voice gruff. An offended squeak from somewhere in the bus startled you both and you finally managed to crack an exasperated smile. “Um… no offence, Sebastian.”

A second squeak and then silence had both you and Rick breaking into silent, shaking laughter. You leaned in to each other to try and keep the noise down, wheezing at the absurdity of it all and hiding the sounds as best you could.

You pressed your face against his shoulder, enjoying the vibrations as he covered his mouth with his other hand.

It was a shame, you thought. He had such a nice smile.

When you had both composed yourself, anger and fear now banished for the moment by a rat, no less- you heaved a sigh and rested your head against him.

“This day has been so fuckin’ weird,” he drawled lowly and you couldn’t help but agree. You had been on some insane missions in the past few years but this one won the trophy for ‘fucked up shit the Government is hiding’ by a country mile.

“How’re you feelin’ anyhow?” he asked after a moment. “Took a lot outta you, fixin’ me up.”

You shrugged lazily, still enjoying the easy feeling that had settled between you both.

“I’m fine I guess. Nothing a long shower won’t fix.”

You weren’t exactly lying. Not really. Most of the trauma and exhaustion had come from thinking hewas dead and from losing some of your friends on the beach- what felt like weeks ago now. In reality, it had been about two days since you had touched down and chaos had erupted.

Two days since you had been rescued by the resistance and then dragged halfway across an island on a fucking crusade.

“I um,” you started, staring ahead inside of turning to face him- like a big coward. “I was pretty fucking scared Rick.”

“Hey,hey,” he said, sounding surprised at the slight break in your voice. His hand closed over yours, squeezing lightly. You rubbed your cheek against his shoulder, your eyes falling closed as you breathed in the scent of him. Sweat and blood and a lingering cologne that you had bought him for his birthday. “You’re okay now, darlin’. Everyone’s out and we’re going home.”

Your eyes burned, despite the reassuring words because damn him, he just didn’t get it.

“Rick, I was scared of losing you, you fucking idiot,” you choked out, still not looking at him. There was a sudden tension in him though. You could feel it through the muscles in his arm and the way that his thumb stopped rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand. “When Cleo told me that she thought Peacemaker had killed you- God I…”

You couldn’t even get out the words to describe the feeling.

“There was me spending all my time worrying about you,” he said quietly, after a long moment of silence. His thumb started up the circles again and your stomach quivered pleasantly at his sudden admission. “…When the ceiling came down all I could think about was you. If you were okay. If you were even alive. Christ sweetheart… I was terrified.”

He turned his head and pressed a long kiss to the top of yours, probably trying to be reassuring.

His touch had an entirely different effect on you though. Heat rose rapidly in your stomach and tightened the muscles in your thighs. Oh damn. Now there was a reaction that you hadn’t expected to have so soon after almost dying- but it wasn’t exactly unwelcome either.

It felt good.

“Takes more than some shitty building to take me out,” you managed to grin, pretending with a great deal of effort that your mind hadn’t just derailed into thinking about fucking him in the back of this minibus in the midst of some of the biggest criminals Gotham had ever produced.

Rick, with soft eyes, beamed back at you with one of those sincere smiles that he reserved for special occasions.

“Oh, I’ll bet,” he exhaled, keeping his tone light as his gaze dropped to your lips and then back again. His hand left yours to rest heavily on your thigh and with his face suddenly inches away, you were rendered utterly speechless. “You ah… you wanna see if I have what it takes?”

You almost ceased to fucking be right there in the dirty old bus seat, Rick’s hand still burning through your pants and your heart beating so hard you thought it might try and climb out of your throat.

Oh.

Get some, girl.

You took a brief moment to glance around at your sleeping companions, then to the oblivious driver up front. The old man was humming to himself and concentrating on the darkened road ahead and the inside of the bus had dimmed considerably now that the sun had set. That was just another tick in the ‘yes’ column for you.

Surely, if you were quiet…

You turned to him to tell him as much, suddenly desperate to be close to him. The urge to quench the tangled, aching want that had suddenly risen in your stomach was overwhelming and the nearness of your companions was looking less and less like a deterrent with each passing second.

As always, Rick was one step ahead of you.

By the time you were facing him again he was already tugging you in, kissing you with a fervour you wouldn’t have suspected of him before. That was all it took to push away any lingering reluctance you might have had over fucking in the back of a minibus.

It didn’t even take a thought for you to deepen the tentative kiss to something more exploratory- as months of what Harley had called ‘sickening sexual tension’, bubbled over.

Of all the goddamn places for it to happen.

You moaned into his mouth without thinking, a hungry sound that had him drawing you in close with rough fingers on the back of your neck. His hand was big enough that his fingertips brushed against your throat- igniting fire in your cunt and breaking the seal on a whole litany of filthy fantasies.

His tongue teased yours playfully and for a moment, as you processed what was actually happening, you were nothing more than a willing passenger on this incredibly hot journey. You shifted in your seat, no longer content to stretch your neck and instead angled your body towards him- one leg pulled up so you could turn.

When he pulled his mouth from yours, breathing ragged, he said-

“’Msofucking glad you didn’t die darlin’,” he rumbled and his nose brushed yours, faces millimetres apart. “I couldn’t have gone back to that place without you.”

Pleasure warred with a mixed bag of emotions that suddenly threatened to overwhelm you. It was rare you got that level of honesty from anyone, but hearing it from your usually stoic, aloof boss? Especially when it concerned his feelings for you of all people?

Well. It was enough to make a girl forget she was in a semi-public place.

Then he was kissing you again and pleasure rolled in waves through you, coming to a throbbing pinpoint between your legs. He looked as though his only desire right now was to rip your clothes off and make the most out of what little space you had to work with. You couldn’t find an ounce of will to reject the idea and so you moved, straddling his lap.

Your knees dug into the grooves of the seat beneath, your ass coming to rest on his thighs as you indulged yourself in one of the most pornographic kisses you had ever experienced.

You could feel wet, aching warmth between your legs, spreading and soaking through your panties. Your clit pulsed, desperate for a little friction and it was almost like Rick could read your fucking mind. His hands fell to your hips, tugging and shimmying you further into him- slotting himself between your legs and grinding the hard line of his cock against you.

“Fuck,”you slurred against his lips, a full body shiver prickling across your skin.

His lips dragged across yours, kisses growing sloppier while his hands spread wide and grasped your ass to rock you into him. Your stomach muscles quivered despite the protest of pain in every other inch of your body.

It was hard to think about anything when he was nipping at you, all sweaty, hot skin and distracting touches.

“This is gonna have’ta be quick and dirty, darlin’,” he purred into your ear, still encouraging you to rub yourself against him. You honestly couldn’t think of a reason that it was a bad idea. You nuzzled the side of his head, your hand on the back of his neck as you peppered kisses along his jawline. “I’ll make it up to you, I swear but- fucking goddamn- I gotta fuck you right here and now.”

“We’ll have plenty of time to take things slow later, Rick,” you pointed out, with probably the last coherent thoughts you would have in a while. “I don’t need candles or romance or any of that shit. Just want you,” you breathed, finally pressing your forehead against his- breathing him in.

He snorted, amused, his hands trailing up and down your sides.

“Who said anything about candles, sweetheart? I’m pissed that I don’t get to eat you out first,” he said, his voice dipping into something low and sensual as the words practically dripped like sin off of his tongue. “’S all I ever think about, ya know? Fucking you with my tongue. Feeling your thighs shake when you squeeze them around my head. Missing out? Well, that’s a goddamn tragedy is what it is.”

You had to stare at him for a long moment, all remnants of speech stripped from you as you imagined him doing just that. A moment passed, tension thick in the air- before you lunged forward and caught him in a needy kiss.

From across the bus, someone shifted in their sleep, mumbling something you couldn’t make out.

You both paused, torn between listening and the desire to keep going.

When all was silent again, you went right back to it, grinding tight, fast circles into Rick’s lap. Your fingertips dug into his shoulders, lips parting as you softly panted against his mouth. His eyes never left yours, half challenging you to push yourself further and half impressed by just how risky you were already being.

If you were being honest with yourself, almost losing him had stripped away any inhibitions you might have clung to before.

Right now, you were content to reassure yourself that he was safe and warm and solid- so fucking solid- under your palms. From the way his hands squeezed your hips, you could guess that he was trying to do that same thing.

Those same hands were moving now. Up over your waist, your ribs, cupping your breasts with long clever fingers. The urgent touch drew a whimper out of you that he caught with his mouth, his answering chuckle almost bordering on smug.

You couldn’t find the energy to muster up some sarcastic reply though, not when his thumbs began working neat little circles around your nipples. He tipped his head forward, burying his face into your chest and probably wishing that he wasn’t separated from your skin by your shirt.

It didn’t stop him from closing his lips around your taut nipple though, giving it a hard nip with his teeth.

Your head emptied of all thoughts other than- skin on skin.

Fuck it.

Gripping the bottom of your shirt, you fumbled with it for a moment before yanking it up and over your breasts. Rick quickly got the message and was kind enough to relieve you of your bra- pulling it down and tucking it under your tits.

He didn’t waste a second, his mouth covering one nipple and his fingers eagerly toying with the other. The sensation was divine and it forced your head to fall backwards, lolling on your shoulders as the strength left your body. The only dexterity you possessed in that moment was the ability to thread your fingers through the short hairs on the back of his head- holding him against you while his tongue lapped eager circles.

If this was any indication of his oral skills then you were sorry that he hadn’t gotten to eat you out too.

“I always thought you’d be an ass kinda guy,” you giggled lowly into his ear when he finally lifted his head again. He shot you a lazy, pleased smile- clearly happy with himself and the splash of red he’d painted across your cheeks.

“Honey, I’m thinkin’ I’m just a youkinda guy,” he rumbled, but one hand did leave your chest to travel downwards- splaying out across your ass now that you’d sort of given him permission. The grip gave him leverage to grind upwards even harder and take advantage of the fact that his admission had rendered you helpless.

You gaped at him, unsure of how to even respond to that.

Frankly, he could do anything he wanted to you as long as he kept saying sweet shit like that.

In that moment, you swore to yourself that you would never leave his side during a mission again-never let anyone get the drop on him again. If anyone was getting stabbed, then goddamn it, it was gonna be you!

“Stopthinkin’ like that,” he admonished, nosing at your jawline. “Don’t make me tell you again.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, ignoring the sudden throb you experienced when he used his Colonel voice on you.

“How the fuck do you do that?”

“I can just tell. You’re like an open book. ‘M right here sweetheart,” he said and the confusion from a moment before was replaced with something strange and foreign in your stomach. “I’m not gonna leave you if I can help it. I ain’t like that.”

It was like a fucking dam bursting and every single one of the terrifying emotions that you’d been shoving down behind anger and lust and- and annoyance, spilled out in the form of hot tears. Tears you only realized you were crying when his eyes widened and he brought a hand up to cup your cheek- wiping away wetness.

The lazy grinding motion you had been continuing ceased as you clamped your hand over your mouth to stifle your sudden sobs.

You had almost fuckinglosthim.

There had almost been no more… no more shared looks across a room. No more whispered jokes at Waller’s expense. No more gentle touches and moments where he just- got you. No more stupid grins or rushed breakfasts or wondering how the hell you were going to get through another round of debriefs together.

So many moments past and yet to come and he had almost not been there to see them with you.

“Don’t… don’t you ever fucking do that to me again,” you managed, drawing him in for a frenzied, desperate kiss. This one was different than those that came before and you both knew it. The teasing was over.

Rick curled his muscular arm around your waist and plastered you against him, not giving you an inch of breathing space as he devoured you.

You slid your hands upwards and underneath that ridiculous yellow shirt he was wearing, needing to feel his skin.Your fingertips traced the curves and lines of his defined stomach and chest- tugging the shirt upwards but ever careful to avoid the angry wounds he’d sustained in the past few days. But the contact was enough to get your blood pumping again.

“Please,” you said, bucking your hips.

He seemed to share the sentiment- tugging at your belt and zipper until they were splayed open. He flattened his hand hurriedly and slid it inside- under the elastic of your panties and down. His hand was fever hot and your breath left you all at once as he cupped it over your dripping cunt and slipped a finger inside.

Your exhale was hot and heavy against his neck and mindlessly you returned the favour, palming his cock with shaking hands. He grit his teeth, clearly sensitive even through the thick material of his pants.

His fingers dipped inside you without much resistance- drawing out a whine that caught in the back of your throat.

“Darlin’, is this all for me? You’re really dripping all over my fingers after a little makin’ out?” he drawled, arousal thickening his accent into something that honestly made you even wetter. Of course, being who he was, he immediately noticed that his voice had an effect on you, curling his fingers forward inside you to press into your g-spot.

You choked on your response and he laughed lowly, proud of himself.

“Fuck sweetheart, you’re such a fuckin’ good girl for me.”

Another flood of wetness seeped out of you and onto his hand and he breathed a moan so sweet that it made your thighs tremble. He began a steady, rocking rhythm in and out, managing to keep it going despite the restriction of your pants around his wrist.

“Oh, so that’s it,” he continued, smug as ever. “You like bein’ called my good girl, don’t you?”

Words? Never heard of them.

All you could do was nod feverishly, desperate for him not to stop. You had no misgivings about letting him know that yes, he was turning you into a sloppy mess of a human right now- with nothing more than his accent and a few choice words.

He pressed his lips to your throat as your hips bucked, scissoring his fingers apart and pressing his thumb directly against your clit- and hallelujah, it looked as though big bad Colonel Flag was a man who didn’t need directions to the clit.

Lucky, lucky you.

You jolted sharply, biting back a moan at the sweet stretch of your muscles. His fingers were so damn thick that it was seriously making you question just how much of Colonel Flag you were going to be able to take.

But Hell, mama didn’t raise no quitter.

Your hands urged him in for another kiss, using his neck for leverage.

“Christ,” he panted when he pulled away, partly due to what he was doing to you and partly because you were now stroking a steady rhythm over his cock. “How discreetly can you get out of those pants?”

You had to laugh then, because as much as he was ruining you- it was clear you were having the same affect on him. You chuckled, peppering little kisses over his face and not even attempting to keep the stupid smile from your own. He must have heard himself too because he snorted, chest vibrating.

“So romantic,” you pointed out, smoothing your hands across his shoulders.

“I mean, I couldorder you to do it- seeing as that’s somethin’ you clearly enjoy,” he leered, his tongue pressed to the point of a canine as he did. The very thought of it was enough to wipe the smile from your face and spur you into action.

Apparently, Rick giving you orders was a kink that you had hidden very, very poorly.

You wiggled your eyebrows at him, expression wicked and just a teeny bit smug. You could be so goddamn sneaky when you wanted to be. Nipping at his bottom lip once, you slid out of his lap- ending up with your body wedged between his spread legs and the seats behind you.

As much as he might have wanted to keep watch for the sign of anyone stirring awake, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you shimmied out of your pants. Everything was kicked aside into a pile on the dusty bus floor and then you were naked from the waist down and Rick was looking as though he was about to combust.

You tucked a finger under his chin, raising his face upwards so you could look at him and break him out of his slack jawed staring.

“Earth to Colonel Flag,” you said quietly. “I’m not gonna fuck myself, am I?”

Rick seemed to come back to his senses, shaking himself. He hurriedly yanked his belt buckle apart and then his zipper, lifting his hips as much as he could to shove his pants down. You certainly weren’t above helping him do it, getting them to his knees before going to work on his boxer briefs- the ones that hugged the shape of his hard cock.

There was a darker spot against the head, where precum had been gathering and it made you a little sad that you wouldn’t get to have so much as taste. You were kind of on a schedule after all.

His underwear got the same treatment as his pants and you took just a moment for yourself, to admire the thick length of him resting hard and ready against his thigh. Your mouth was incredibly dry all of a sudden- but before you could change your mind and simply go down on him instead- his fingers were digging against the back of your thighs to pull you forward.

“C’mere, there’s a good girl,” he hummed, pleased when your attention switched rapidly again and you complied without hesitation.

Hell, how were you supposed to say no when he asked so nicely?

His tongue licked a line over your jaw as you breathlessly resumed your position from before. Tilting your hips forward and widening your knees, you felt the head of his cock press between the lips of your pussy. You whined, dropping your face against his shoulder as he gripped himself in one hand and urged you to lower down further with the other.

Heads buried together as you both stared between your bodies, you watched and felt the head of him press inside you. Fuck- it had either been a really long time or he was more than a little bigger than the average guy you’d slept with. He slid in further, deeper, his breath mixing hotly with yours as he tested just how far he could go before you needed a moment.

He got halfway before you tapped his forearm, signalling that you needed a breather.

“You good, sweetheart?” he asked lowly and you nodded, blood thumping in your ears and making you a little bit dizzy. Trembling, your breath hot against his neck, you bucked mindlessly and his answering grunt was like music to your ears.

Bit by bit, you continued on until he was seated inside you all the way, making your thighs shake and your muscles tighten.

“You-” he breathed mindlessly as you rocked into him. “Are so fuckin’ tight sweetheart.”

“I knew you liked me all along,” you laughed softly, managing at least one full sentence before your brain shorted out completely and you basically returned to one word answers. His mouth dropped open when he gripped your ass and rolled his hips upwards, a low moan ripping from his throat that should have been loud enough to worry you both but you were way past worrying now.

“Think I’m long past just liking you,” he snorted a laugh and with his head rolled back like that it was so easy for you to press hot, open mouthed kisses along the column of his throat. His stubble was beginning to grow in and by the time you got to his chin it was scratching you pleasantly.  

As quiet as you were both trying to be, the soft slap of skin on skin was still loud in your ears and if anyone woke up right now then they would be in for a treat- because there was no fucking way you were stopping.

The pressure building in your stomach was quickly becoming intense, especially with the head of his cock doing an excellent job of prodding your g-spot with every downwards stroke. The stretch was much like you’d suspected it would be judging by the size of his fingers- but any discomfort was swiftly overtaken by a sweet, burning ache.

Rick seemed perfectly content to let you work away and you guessed that his side was still hurting him- so you were more than happy to oblige.

His eyes were hooded as he watched you ride him, languidly following you as you bounced in his lap. Tipping back as far as you could with the seat behind you, you kept one hand on his chest while his fell to your hips again- setting your pace.

He squeezed softly, urging you to speed up a little, his lips parting as his gaze raked over you from your blushing face to where he was sinking in and out of you.

“Goddamn,” he murmured, suddenly transfixed at the sight of his cock splitting you apart.

He dropped one hand to thumb across your clit lightly, almost teasingly and then reveled in the way it made your thighs tense and tremble like you were seconds away from coming. Truth be told, you kind of were. Life affirming fucking, coupled with the adrenaline of the day had rid you of any chance you had of keeping your orgasm at bay.

Edging could wait until your friends weren’t sleeping mere feet away.

Rick must have felt much the same way, because he pulled you in tightly to his body again so he could talk without being heard- although it was becoming harder and harder to keep your moaning to a minimum.

Your lip was bitten almost to the point of bleeding for fuck sake.

“Can I… ah…?” he asked breathlessly, eyes darting down quickly enough for you to get the message and yes. It was absolutely fucking adorable that the man who had been happily calling you a good girl, telling you howwetyou were with such confidence that it had made you even wetter- was suddenly a little shy when it came to asking just where he could blow his load.

“Rick,” you huffed a laugh against his mouth, your hand on his cheek. “If you’re asking if you can come inside me then fuck yes.”

He groaned so sinfully that it made you jerk in his lap, picking up speed as he fucked into you rougher than before. That muscular arm that you’d been happily ogling earlier, encircled your waist again as your hips drove into his thrusts.

Sweat beaded on his neck, rolling down and disappearing under his shirt and fuck you should not have found that as attractive as you did.

His breathing was quickening and you knew from the way his stomach muscles were tensing under your fingers that he was moments away from coming. You whined softly into his ear, sweet words of encouragement driving him on.

“Don’t stop,” you urged breathlessly. “Fuck please, please, please don’t stop.”

Despite the hot, electric atmosphere between you, he laughed.

“As if I’d let a lady take second place,” he growled through heavy breaths, fanning hot air against your lips as he shoved his hand between you both. Two fingers began a litany of tight, quick circular motions on your clit and- and- and-

The sob that rose up as you came was only muffled because he had the good foresight to kiss you hard at that very second- otherwise you would have woken the whole fucking island, never mind the bus. Your thighs trembled pathetically- clamping tightly to his waist as your inner muscles fluttered around his cock.

He fucked you through it, though his thrusts were quickly dissolving into erratic, irregular jerks as he neared his climax.

A few more thrusts and his answering moan was cut off by him burying his face into the curve of your shoulder.

He gave a sharp gasp, short shaky movements followed by hot, wet heat spreading between your legs as he came inside you. His hand spread wide across the small of your back, keeping you in place as he did, like the fact that he had your permission to come where he liked was the perfect excuse to make sure he did so as deeply as possible.

You certainly didn’t mind.

Maybe you should salute, you thought in amusement as he curled his arms around you in a tight- borderline possessive- hug. Like a big cat with his prey. He nosed at your neck, your shoulder and then your lips. His kisses were hot and languid, like he wanted to draw the moment out for as long as possible.

“So fuckin’ good,” he mumbled before stealing your breath away again.

You should really be scrambling to get your clothes back on before everyone woke up, but the warm wetness slowly dripping from your pussy was making it a little difficult to focus right now. All you wanted to do was stay here, in his lap- in his arms- for the next week as you recovered.

This was some damn good afterglow.

Rick’s hand found your cheek, his thumb swiping a wide line across your cheekbone. You leaned into the heat, into the softness of his touch and when your eyes met his, there was a deep affection there that had been mostly hidden until now.

Don’t get you wrong, there had been moments, little flashes of it here and there- but never anything as solid and sure as the way he was staring at you right now. Bringing your hand up to cover his, you smiled warmly at him.

“Hi,” you whispered, acknowledging that you were all starry eyed and grinning like a fool.

His lips quirked, amused by your expression and entirely unaware that his own was the same. He hummed a low, quiet laugh that vibrated in his chest, raking his eyes over you and admiring the well fucked look that he’d help put there.

“Hi sweetheart,” he replied at last, tugging you in to press your forehead to his. He exhaled at the contact, muscles relaxing at long last. You hadn’t realized quite how tense he was- although, in your defence he was very good at distracting you.

“If you two are gonna fuck again, at least have the decency to leave the fucking bus!”

You both froze as Robert’s icy tone cut right through the hum of the engine and the shitty, mostly static radio that had been playing up front.

Locking eyes with Rick, you felt your face go beet red. Instead of answering though, you simply chose to ignore the situation- burying your face into his neck to hide it. For fuck sake! You still had Rick’s cock in you and you were dripping combined come onto his lap- and DuBois was probably glaring at you both like he was going to shank you.

Thankfully, Rick wasn’t nearly as mortified over being caught as you were.

“Well don’t fuckin’ spy on us then, asshole,” he barked, making sure his hands were covering you- even though the seats in front of you meant that all he could really see was your shoulders and head. Robert levelled a ‘are you fucking kidding me?’ look at Rick, that you caught from the corner of your eye.

“Spy on you? Like you were subtle about it?” he scoffed disbelievingly. Rick, to his credit, had the good grace to look a little chastised by that. Neither of you had really been thinking about much else for the past forty minutes. “About as subtle as a Nanaue backhand to the face.”

“Oh hush, Robbie! I thought it was sweet!”

Oh Jesus H. Christ.

She had awoken.

All the fight and embarrassment went out of you as Harley’s head appeared over the seats. You had been well and truly caught red-handed.

Despite his non-reaction to Robert, Harley’s sudden appearance was a little too much for the so far stoic Colonel because he jumped in surprise- jostling you in the process and swearing up a storm. He gathered you up in his arms, wrapping them around your ass to keep you covered when Harley peered curiously over the head rest.

Which was very, very sweet- but unnecessary. As much as it pained you to admit… she had seen you in worse situations than this.

“Hey, hey! Eyesup,” he snapped, cheeks going red when Harley just laughed in his face.

“Oh don’t be such a buzzkill! I ain’t lookin’. Much.”

“Rick, it’s okay,” you assured him, patting his arm as a signal that it was fine to let you go. He did, although reluctantly, taking turns to glare at both Robert and Harley in succession. You turned towards her, attempting to ignore the sensation of having an actual dickstill inside you while you looked her in the eye.

She only had to look at you a certain way though and your bravado withered- quickly replaced by a raging embarrassment.

“How long have you been listening to us?” you asked, applauding the way your voice didn’t shake even a little. Give this gal an Oscar.

“Long enough to know that a certain someone has a lil’ praise kink. Good for you honey,” she said, her pleased stare unyielding as it bore into you. “You two are gonna work so well together! He’s all possessive and growly and you like bein’ told that you’re his good girl and oh, it’s just all so romantic!” she said, clapping her hands together and practically swooning.

You gaped at her, torn between laughing and taking her head off.

“Harls-” was all you managed to choke out while Rick could only say-

“I’m fuckin’ what!? Growly? The fuck does thatmean?”

She shushed you both though, looking far too pleased with herself.

“Ohcalm down. You’re the ones who played capture the Flag in the back of the bus. Own it,” she said simply, then blew you a kiss and reclined back to her previous position.

Okay, so that wasn’t awful advice. You had taken the chance knowingly and been caught red-handed. That didn’t mean that you hadn’t gotten exactly what you wanted and more. If Rick’s sudden possessiveness over you said anything, it was that this was just the start of this things between you both.

What more could you have asked for, really?

“I mean personally? I wish there had been more vocals but overall I’d give it a solid nine out of ten,” said Abner, face still pressed against the window and his voice slurred. You balked, horrified, in his direction. Hadevery motherfucker on this bus heard you and Rick going at it? You were beginning to suspect that none of them had actually been asleep at all- until thankfully Cleo snorted something nonsensical before rolling onto her back.

You eyed Nanaue briefly, until you were pleased that he was still out of it too before going back to Abner.

“Abner, you don’t know shit,” was your eloquent response to that.

Rick seemed to lose any composure he had left, burying his face against your neck and laughing hard- his whole body shaking and causing your own little round of giggles, pressing kisses to the top of his head while he hugged you.

“Personally, I never want to hear either of you orgasm again,” Robert grunted, still absolutely disgusted. But then he paused, making a ‘well actually’ face before turning to you. “Well… maybe you, sweetheart,” he added thoughtfully.

Rick stopped laughing almost immediately, his head snapping up to glare over you shoulder. You turned too, face irritated. Off your dry look, and Rick’s absolutely feral expression, Robert snorted and held his hands up and looked away.

“Just saying.”

“Say something else,” Rick grumbled daringly, a petulant look on his face that you kissed away.

“Come on, Romeo,” you said at last, pushing his head to one side. “Nothing to hide now.”

Appearing to agree, Rick heaved a sigh and finally lifted your ass, encouraging you upwards. He pulled out of you- followed by a rush of combined come. You tried your absolute best to hide the moan that it triggered but you weren’t successful in the least- the gasp drawing out a ‘for fuck sake’ from DuBois and a ‘get some!’ from Harley.

“Both of you, fuck off!”

More giggles and more of Robert’s irritated scoffing followed as Rick cleaned you up as best he could, using his shirt to do so. Fuck that thing was ruined. Even so… you had a feeling that you would probably be washing and keeping it somewhere in the back of your closet when you all got back.

It was sweet of him too, to take care of you like that, despite the lack of resources.

Eventually, you were both decent again and you flopped back into your seat- contented and spent and eager to get off this stupid fucking island.

Rick’s fingers laced through yours after a moment, as silence finally reigned again and eventually, you began to doze off against his shoulder- exhausted from the day and the sex combined. Life affirming sex was great, don’t get you wrong, but it had sapped any remaining energy in your body. The same seemed to be said for him too as he rested his cheek on the top of your head.

“You know,” you mumbled sleepily and he hummed in question. “I’d give it a full ten out of ten. Abner can suck a dick.”

Rick’s shoulders shook with laughter again- a feeling you hoped to experience much more of in the future.

“Yeah? Me too, darlin’,” he snorted, planting a kiss against your hair. “Ten outta fuckin’ ten.”