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“Charles~” Carlos moaned. His hands ran through Charles’ dark short hair as he planted kisses down his neck. Charles hummed at the sound of his name, sending shivers down Carlos’ spine. Charles smirked as he felt Carlos’ skin prickle under his lips.
“You like that baby?” Charles purred and Carlos nodded his head, unable to speak. The two of them have been having rendez-vous’ ever since their night of passion a month ago. Since then they have decided to make another bet: whoever finishes higher, gets the pleasure of receiving head from the other. And today that pleasure was all Carlos’.
Today though the two might have gotten a little over zealous. The pair were not even able to make it off the track before Charles pounced on Carlos. While waiting in his driver room, Charles surprised Carlos and barged in. Before he gave Carlos the chance to respond Charles had pressed him up against the wall, leading them to where they are now.
“We can’t-” Carlos’ breath hitched in his throat as he tried to protest the location of his favor. “Not here?” Carlos' words came out more as a question than a statement, making Charles chuckle to himself. Charles brought his face back up to Carlos’ and looked him in the eye.
“Just be a goodboy and don’t make a noise.” Charles cooed before bringing his mouth to Carlos’. Instead of kissing his teammate he traced his teeth across Carlos’ bottom lip and gently bit down, turning his eyes up to meet Carlos’. The look in Charles' cold blue eyes set butterflies off in Carlos’ stomach. Charles sucked on Carlos’ lower lip and Carlos couldn’t take it anymore. He cupped the sides of Charles' face, bringing him closer, if that’s even possible. Their lips met properly for the first time that day. Carlos swirled his tongue over Charles’. The feeling made both of their pants grow tight and their close proximity with each other had both of them noticing each other's arousal. Charles' hands worked quickly to remove Carlos’ race suit, undoing the velcro at the top and unzipping it down the middle. His hands snaked inside, touching Carlos’ warm torso. His hands moved under his fire proofs and caressed the prominent abs, Carlos has worked so hard to achieve.
“I love when you touch me.” Carlos moaned into Charles’ mouth, causing a smile to appear on Charles’ face.
“Well, I love the way you feel, baby.” Charles moaned back. “Now let me taste you.” Charles begged. Charles had done better than Carlos in the past two races and he was in desperate need of Carlos. As much as he liked receiving, Charles loved to give it.
“I’m going to cum if you keep talking like that.” Carlos let out a deep chuckle and Charles smirked at him, pulling his race suit off his shoulders, then his fire proofs over his head. Charles took in the site of Carlos’ bare chest, his tanned skin made Charles’ mouth water knowing what laid further south. His hands traced over his bare chest, swirling gentle circles over his nipples, which made Carlos’ head roll back. The sight of Carlos had Charles feeling beyond hot, like a fire was rippling across his skin. Charles slowly pulled at the bottom of Carlos’ race suit, lowering himself onto his knees as he did so. His hands teased Carlos’ aching cock as he gently rubbed over the bulged in his fireproofs with his hands. “Don’t tease me, love.” Carlos whimpered. The noise made Charles’ stomach do flips. It made him want to bend Carlos over and ride him hard, but he didn’t. Instead he obliged to Carlos’ pleas and pulled down the last barriers between Carlos and Charles. Carlos’ dick promptly sprang out of his boxers, hitting his torso with a soft slap.
“Did you forget what I look like down there?” Carlos asked with lust dripping from his words, noticing that Charles’ eyes had gone wide.
“It’s been a while since you’ve beaten me.” Charles shot back with a smirk, his eyes still fixed on Carlos’ dick.
“Maybe after tonight-” Carlos puts his thumb over Charles’ chin, supporting it with his pointer finger, forcing Charles to look at him. “I’ll have more motivation.” Carlos said and brought Charles in for another passionate kiss. Charles' hands pressed against the wall on either side of Carlos’ head. Their bodies were so close that the fabric of Charles’ race suit rubbed against Carlos’ exposed shaft making him moan in pleasure. Carlos pulled Charles into him more, desperate for contact in his most sensitive area. His naked erection rubbed up against Charles' clothed one. Their breaths mixed together as they both took turns moaning out in pleasure.
Charles had begun moving his body up and down, grinding against Carlos as he held himself up with the wall. Noticing that precum was already starting to drip inside of his underwear Charles began moving his kisses down Carlos’ body, so he didn’t ruin his race suit. Charles started at Carlos’ cheek, and then his neck. He spent extra time at the base of his neck while one of his hands traced over Carlos’ erect nipples and the other played with Carlos’ hair. Carlos gripped the back of Charles, pulling at his race suit. His grips went to Charles' hair as he resumed his kneeling position.
Charles kissed every inch of Carlos. Taking his time. Touching every part of him, until he finally reached that part of him. Charles’ slender fingers wrapped around Carlos’ cock. He held it gently while he kissed all the way up his shaft, before placing a final kiss on his tip. Carlos’ heartbeat became erratic and his breath was ragged. Carlos brought his hand to his mouth, stifling his own moans, not wanting to call attention to what was going on. Carlos couldn’t believe how good Charles felt. His soft lips wrapped around Carlos’ cock, taking his time before putting all of Carlos in his mouth. Charles’ tongue swirled over the sensitive head of Carlos’ dick. Charles removed Carlos from his mouth and spit in his hand, spreading the warm substance onto Carlos as he worked him up and down. Carlos throbbed under Charles’ touch and was barely able to see straight as Charles continued. Pure ecstasy mounted in Carlos’ abdomen. Carlos’ eyes clenched shut as he did everything in his power to stay standing. Charles' lips grew plumper with every second. And with every second he took more and more of Carlos in his mouth.
Carlos could feel himself getting closer with every lick Charles made. His hands were so soft against Carlos’ hard cock. Carlos’ breathing became more and more ragged. “Fuck- oh Dios!” Carlos groaned, doing his best to stay quiet. With any ounce of strength Carlos had left in him he looked into Charles eyes and reached down to his chin, pulling Charles up to him. Charles looked at him confused, but intrigued. Carlos met their mouths together instantly and in between kisses told Charles what he wanted, his cock still twitching for its release. “I want you to take off your clothes- “ Carlos breathed out. “Ah~” Another moan escaped his lips before he continued. “Because I want to cum on you.” Charles’ own dick twitched at Carlos’ words.
Without another word Charles began removing his race suit and fireproof top. “Better, baby?” Charles said, looking up at Carlos with the biggest pair of fuck me eyes anyone’s ever seen.
“So much better.” Carlos groaned as Charles resumed his position in front of Carlos, this time keeping his eyes locked on Carlos’ the whole time. The eye contact nearly sent Carlos over the edge immediately. Carlos holds his eyes open knowing it will make his release so much better. Charles does the same to keep eye contact and the feeling in his stomach brews too. The ache in his dick growing almost unbearable.
Carlos couldn’t help but let out a low groan as Charles licked the right spot over and over and over again. “I’m gonna-” Carlos huffs out, his chest heaving. Charles sucks until the last possible moment when he feels Carlos’ dick twitching. Charles takes Carlos’ dick out of his mouth, positioning his chest so that Carlos can aim right onto him and Carlos does just that. A ripple of pleasure waved over Carlos’ body as his orgasm rang through him. His cock spasming as he released his cum onto Charles. A low groan escaped Carlos’ lips as Charles put his mouth back on Carlos to suck on him while he rode his wave. The warm feeling of Charles' mouth made Carlos cum more than he had before. His vision went blurry before his eyes were forced shut by the constant pleasure he was feeling.
Once Carlos had finished he looked down at Charles who was covered in his cum. “I love this look on you.” Carlos said, pulling Charles up to kiss him. Carlos loved the way he tasted on Charles' lips. He also loved how swollen Charles’ lips were after he had sucked him off. “We should probably clean you up though.” Carlos says with a fake frown. Carlos’ words gave Charles the perfect idea.
“I think you can help with that.” Charles said with a smirk. Charles brings his face close to Carlos’ ear before whispering. “Lick it off.” His breath sends a shiver down Carlos’ spine and he swallows hard. He bent down to Charles’ chest and noticed how hard his nipples were and he glanced down to see his cock is still hard.
“I think we have something else we need to take care of.” Carlos smirked. His heart pounded at the prospect of what the rest of the night could have in store for them. Charles’ did the same. He could only hope Carlos was thinking the same thing as him.
“God I hope you’re thinking what I’m thinking.” Charles mumbled before bringing Carlos into another frenzied kiss.
Constantly looking at Kate because he is jealous of Javi giving her attention
Each storm par car is named after a character in the Wizard of Oz. Scott drives the Scarecrow, despite going to MIT, this suggests he needs brains for something else aka he needs to be able to figure out his feelings for Javi.
Javi drives the lion, this means he needs courage. This is courage to accept his feelings for Scott and leave Kate behind. Kate was his connection to his past lover (Jeb). Had he actually loved Kate romantically I believe he would have fought harder for her.
Amazing foreshadowing
The girl wearing ruby slippers during the pool scene foreshadows Kate returning home. When Dorothy gets her Ruby slippers in the Wizard of Oz it signals her returning home. After this pool scene we see Kate go back to the farm she was raised on.
The man from Storm Par who joins in on the "If you feel it- chase it" chant in the beginning of the movie foreshadows Storm par helping Kate in the future. The man who joins in on the chant drives the Wizard car and that is the one that collects all the information. By joining the chant it shows that he would break from the group and that his work would be used in support of Tyler's efforts.
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When Carlos and Charles get back to the hotel they can’t get each other's clothes off fast enough. It took everything in Charles not to pull the car over right then and there and let Carlos have it on the side of the road. They showed enough restraint for the past 3 years they’ve been partners, now it was time to let loose.
Carlos barely makes it into the room before Charles pounces on him. His wild fingers tracing the sides of Carlos’ body, pulling his shirt up in one swift movement. Carlos closes the hotel room door with his foot and lifts his arms up for Charles letting the cotton tee breeze over his head. His nipples were already erect and that only made Charles smirk. He traced his finger around the swollen nub and watched eagerly as Carlos moaned.
“Oh God, sigue así.[keep going]” Carlos groaned. Charles smirked as the little spanish he knew was coming in handy.
Carlos met his lips with Charles’. It was frenzied, passionate, it was everything. Charles opened his mouth, letting Carlos explore and he took full advantage of his access. Carlos swirled his tongue around Charles’, mixing their hot saliva together. Carlos pulled away letting the clear liquid come out of their mouths and onto Charles’ chin. Carlos leaned in again and licked it off of Charles, stopping to suck Charles’ lower lip. He bit it slightly, sending a wave of pleasure through Charles and Carlos could feel it.
Carlos wanted, no, Carlos needed to see all of Charles, so we promptly removed his tee shirt too leaving his pale chest out on display. His beautiful chest beckoned for Carlos’ attention and he quickly began planting kisses along his collar bone, working his way down to Charles’ nipples. When he finally got there he sucked on them, making sure not to overstimulate them. Charles quickly felt his pants grow tighter as blood rushed towards his erection. His stomach was fluttering as Carlos flicked and nibbled.
“Carlos~” Charles moaned out Carlos’ name making Carlos feel buzzed. Charles’ voice drove Carlos wild and to hear his name uttered with complete pleasure was like heroine for him.
Carlos looked up at Charles from his chest with his big brown eyes. Charles could get lost in them for days. There was a certain sadness in them that just made Charles want to be there, to hold him, to love him. Tonight Charles was going to make Carlos feel good, like he’s always wanted to. While still looking at Charles, Carlos slowly slid his hand across Charles’ stomach and under the waistband of his pants. His warm touch made Charles shudder. Carlos finds his prize and rubs lightly on Charles' hardened cock, knowing it would feel so much better in his mouth.
“Take them off.” Charles said, looking down at Carlos, who wasted no time removing his pants. His hands expertly unzipped the black jeans that hugged Charles in all the right ways and he pulled them down with such force, Charles’ briefs came off too, leaving his length on full display. Carlos let out a gasp at the size of him, making Charles let out a throaty laugh. Charles took Carlos’ chin between his thumb and forefinger, bringing him back to his feet.
“Kiss me.” Charles commanded and Carlos obeyed, opening his mouth for Charles. This time Charles took control, finding Carlos’ neck to be a good resting place for his right hand and the outside of Carlos jeans a good place for his left. Carlos moaned loudly into Charles mouth as Charles stroked him, his own erection growing. Precum seeped from the tips of Charles dick, begging Carlos to lap it up like a little mutt seeing a puddle of water on a hot day. Desperate and dirty.
Carlos’ hands had been making their mark on Charles’ back, but he decided it was time to take hold of what he really wanted. He broke away from the kiss and quickly dropped to his knees in front of Charles.
“Let me take care of you.” Carlos purred as he took Charles in his hands. His neck fell back in pleasure and Carlos swirled his thumb across the tip.
“Oh~” Charles moaned. “Oh, fuck~” His curse came out in a low groan with an extra emphasis on the -uck. Carlos’ own erection only grew listening to the sinful noises Chalres was making. Carlos spread around the precum that drips over Charles cock and began pumping up and down before finally placing his watering mouth over the tip. He licked Charles from his tip all the way down to his balls, never breaking eye contact. Charles' hand worked its way into the black strand atop Carlos’ head. The smooth locks of hair feeling so perfect on his skin as a fire erupted across his body. Never in his life had Charles felt the need to cum so fast.
“Did you shave just for me?” Carlos asked before sucking or Charles perfectly bare balls while he continued pumping Charles in his hand.
“Yes.” Charles breathlessly admitted and Carlos' eyes went wide. “If I won the bet you had to do what you're doing right now, but if you won the bet, it would have been me on my knees right now.” Charles said feeling powerful. The thought of Charles wanting to fuck Carlos all night only turned him on even more. Surely a stain would be starting to form in the front of Carlos’ pants where his precum was seeping through.
Carlos brought Charles back into his mouth and swirled his dick around his tongue, the sudden contact had Charles lurching forward forcing his dick farther into Carlos’ throat, but he took it because he loved it. He loved the taste of Charles dick.
Carlos switched his position now so that he could create some sort of friction between his cock and his own leg. Charles noticed this and pulled Carlos onto his foot.
“Ride my leg like the desperate little slut that you are.” Carlos hummed at his words. He never knew how much he liked being degraded until now. It was hot how hard it got Charles when he was in control. And there was something so freeing about giving it all up.
Carlos obeyed Charles and humped his leg, pushing his cock against the strong calf of Charles. Carlos moaned in pleasure, sounding like he just discovered what sex is for the first time.
“Oh Charles!” Carlos cried out. His tip started to poke out of his pants and Charles smiled at the glistening head. Carlos timed his head bobs in motion with his grinding. Every time he went up on Charles' leg, Charles’ dick went farther into his mouth. Carlos’ own pleasure was causing him to moan more and more and the vibrations sent through Charles’ cock were too much.
“Oh God- oh fuck Carlos- oh, oh, ahh~” Charle moans out as he cums, gripping Carlos hair tightly, sending a course of pleasure filled pains through Carlos body. Carlos swallowed Charles' load and it came, keeping in rhythm with the twitching or Charles hard length.
“No pares.[don’t stop]” Charles said in a husky voice to Carlos and he quickened his pace.
“I love when you speak Spanish to me mon amor.” Carlos gripped Charles' ass as he rode his leg. He hit the right spot over and over again, leading Carlos to see stars. The swell of his climax began building and he shut his eyes tighter and tighter. “Ungh~” Carlos moaned as he kept looking up at Charles who was now giving words of encouragement.
“You look so sexy humping my leg like that. All turned on for me. Desperate and horny. Me encanta cómo te sientes.[i love how you feel]” Carlos felt the itch inside him begin to be scratched as all he had been building towards came crashing around him. He panted as his humps became sporadic, even using his hand for more until eventually he came. His hot cum shot onto Charles leg and Carlos laid limp on top of him. Charles pulled Carlos off the floor and kissed his tear stained cheek, a product of the blowjob he had just given.
“You did so well baby.” Charles praised Carlos' hard work and Carlos kissed him back.
After cleaning each other up they both walked over to the bed and got under the covers naked. There was nothing sexual about it though. They simply loved the feeling of holding each other in their most bare form. It was pure love. As they laid in each other’s arms they had never felt so at peace. Carlos stroked Charles’ hair as he drifted off to sleep.
“Next time we make a bet, the winner gets to fuck the other one.” Carlos whispered in Charles’ ear and he looked up eagerly.
Sickeningly Sweet [Scott Miller x Reader - Twisters]
summary: You are Tyler Owens' childhood best friend and member of his storm chasing crew. A storm outbreak means you and the gang cross paths with Storm Par on more than one occasion, and your sweet southern charm drives Scott crazy (in more than one way).
content warnings: somewhat heated kissing, no use of y/n, light name-calling/teasing, not proofread/bad writing (I have not written a fanfic in forever), bad taste in candy, & i think that is all!
word count: 3.5k
a/n: I have not written or posted on tumblr in SO long but I saw Twisters for the glenn powell craze and left with a scott/david corenswet obsession and these thoughts must come out of my head.
Shoutout to @hederasgarden and @sailor-aviator for leading the charge for the Scott girlies. All of their writings and drabbles inspired me to write this one, so check them out!
If people like this I might do a smutty part 2! I don't mind writing smut I just feel like it's not very good hahaha but let me know what you think!
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You heavily resented the idea that guys and girls could not just be friends, because you'd be damned if Tyler Owens wasn't the best friend you ever had.
You met on the playground in Kindergarten. A boy pushed you off a swing, Tyler defended your honor, and the rest was history.
Tyler's overprotective streak made you view him like the brother you never had, and that's how your relationship remained. He was family, and that was that.
Tyler had always been interested in tornadoes, more specifically, how to track and predict them. You, on the other hand, hated science, including weather, but you loved the thrill of the chase.
In college, you studied marketing while Tyler studied meteorology. So, when Tyler had the idea to start streaming his storm chases, you were right there with him to help grow his brand.
Tyler knows he would be stupid not to credit you with all his success. You set up his streaming account, you edited all the clips and drone footage to post to his social media after the fact, and you even gave him the idea for the "Tornado Wrangler" nickname.
Now that everything was off the ground, you mostly put together streaming highlights and designed the merch, but you were right there in the backseat for every single chase, soaking up all the thrills.
This particular storm outbreak was expected to be a big one, so the whole crew strapped in for a week of bad weather, cheap motel rooms, and of course, a few run-ins with other chasers, including the guys from Storm Par.
"Storm Par's here." You said, gesturing to the fleet of white vans parked at the gas station you had just pulled up to.
"Of course they are." Tyler sighed. "There's probably going to be a lot of damage done by these storms for them to swoop in on. Just ignore them."
"No, we should be polite." You chastised him. "I'm gonna go say hi. Will you get me a cherry coke please?"
Tyler fought back an eye-roll, but nodded with a smile as you both got out of the car. "Of course."
Like everyone else in the crew, the Storm Par guys got on your last nerve. They were all a bunch of Ivy League grads who thought a more expensive degree made them better than everyone else.
However, being raised by your Mama, the epitome of Southern grace and charm, you always put a smile on your face and treated them with kindness. You even occasionally brought them food or coffee if you ran into them in the aftermath of a storm.
And even though you were blissfully unaware of the fact, this drove Scott absolutely mad.
"Hi Scott, Javi." You said cheerfully to the two boys in charge.
Scott replied with a grunt, but Javi was quick to greet you with genuine enthusiasm. "Hey! How are you?"
"I'm doing well." You nodded, smoothing your hands over your athleisure skirt. "Excited for a good chase today. How about you guys?"
"Us too." Javi nodded. "We're hoping to finally get some solid data collection today."
"Ah." You nodded, unsure what to say. You hated the idea of what they were collecting data for, but Javi seemed like a nice enough guy, and Tyler ripped on them enough for the both of you.
"Something on your mind there, princess?" Scott finally spoke, glancing away from his tablet to look down on you (literally and figuratively).
You rolled your eyes. While you would normally love to be called a princess, it always sounded like an insult coming from Scott, his voice always laced with a touch of venom.
"No, nothing at all." You smiled. "Just wondering if we'll see you guys in the aftermath if there's any damage done?"
"Why? Are you looking to increase your t-shirt sales?"
You bit your tongue, doing your best to hold your composure and not let him get to you.
"Nope, just trying to figure out if we need to make some extra to-go boxes for you guys." You decided to focus your gaze on Javi instead, finding him less intimidating.
Javi opened his mouth to speak, but Scott beat him to the punch. "I think we can find food on our own, thanks."
You took a deep breath, choosing your next words carefully. "Okay, well, the offer always stands if you change your mind."
Javi smiled and nodded. "As much as I want to see a good storm today, let's hope we don't have a ton of damage clean up."
You smiled. You knew he had a heart.
"That's something we both can agree on." You grinned. "Stay safe out there you guys!"
With that, you turned and walked away. Scott watched you go, your hair and skirt blowing side to side in the wind.
"Stay safe out there you guys." Scott mocked you under his breath.
"Yo, you don't always have to be a jerk to her, you know."
Scott gave him an unamused look. "She comes out here with her little boyfriend, selling his t-shirts and shit, and then skips over here like we're the best of friends with her thick southern accent. It's all fake."
"For one, I don't think Owens is her boyfriend." Javi corrected. "And two, I think she's just a genuinely nice person. She always says hello, even when everyone else in their crew ignores us like the plague."
"Whatever." Scott mumbled.
As you reached the truck, you took the ice-cold Coca-Cola bottle from Tyler's outstretched hand.
"Thank you!" You said excitedly, twisting the cap off to take a sip.
"How are dumb and dumber?" Tyler teased.
"Javi was nice." You informed him. "Scott was... there."
"Ah, yes." Tyler laughed. "Word on the street is he's a man of many words."
"Right." You agreed sarcastically. "But, when he does speak to me, he always calls me princess, and it drives me crazy."
"In what way?" Tyler said, failing to hold back a smirk.
It took you a moment to realize what he was implying, but when you did, you were mortified,
"Tyler Owens!" You gasped, your face flushing red with embarrassment.
""I'm just teasing you! You make it too easy." He laughed loudly. "In my defense, he looks like exactly like every boyfriend you've ever had."
Your face got even warmer, because he was exactly right. You had a weakness for tall, muscular, dark-haired men, and you especially loved a man who was a challenge.
"That is...irrelevant." You said, covering your face in your hands out of pure embarrassment.
Tyler held his hands up in surrender, as you rushed to talk about anything but Scott. "Let's just figure out what storm we're going after, you jerk." You insulted Tyler, but the smile on your face was ear to ear.
Scott watched the interaction from afar, and his chest twisted at your sickeningly sweet smile. Even if you weren't Owens' girlfriend, your closeness was evident. He ignored the burning feeling that was rising within him, not wanting to question why it was there in the first place.
Tornadoes were scary, but trying to understand how he felt about you? Terrifying.
"Alright, boss man, which storm are we chasing?" Javi pulled him out of his thoughts with a hand clapped on his shoulder, and he finally pulled his gaze away from your smile, the sound of your laughter fading into the background.
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The storm was bad.
It hit a small town of about 3,000 people, and you estimated based on the initial damage scene that it was an EF3 at best, maybe even an EF4.
You were currently handing out anything that might be helpful to families who had been impacted by the tornado - blankets, water, heat lamps. pre-made sandwiches and cookies. You tried to offer them any comfort you could with a smile and hug, but you understood the devastation they felt all too well.
In the early days, you would try to help with the damage cleanup, but Tyler insisted that you stay back at the camper and talk to the families.
At first, you were insulted, and you thought that Tyler was insinuating you weren't strong enough to move heavy tree limbs or pieces of drywall. You finally asked him about it one day, and he laughed.
"Absolutely not!" He insisted. "You just have this energy around you that's calming, and these families need that. Your empathy and kindness are doing much more for them right now than cleaning up a bunch of rubble would."
You had never thought of it like that, but once Tyler pointed it out, it became your mission to be the solace that these families in crisis needed.
"Is there anything else we can do for you, Mrs. Smith?" You asked, rubbing the arms of a middle-aged woman who you had been speaking to for a few minutes now.
"No, thank you." She sniffled. "I really appreciate you guys being here. God bless you."
You smiled, giving her another hug. "Please let us know if there's anything more we can do to help."
She nodded, walking away to join her family, who were staring at the remains of their house.
You pushed back tears, feeling silly that this never got any easier for you, but also focused on being the anchor that these folks needed.
Scott saw you before you saw him. He watched you from afar as you did your work. He watched you force a smile and hold these people as they cried. He also watched you look up to blink back the tears before taking a deep breath and moving on to the next.
And damn if it didn't drive him nuts.
This job is easier when he doesn't get involved with the people impacted. It's easier to pretend not to care. But watching you pour your heart out to strangers, just because it's the right thing to do? It made his heart jump, and that scared him.
Ignoring the people involved and ignoring his feelings for you had become increasingly more difficult with every chase.
"Scott!" You called, approaching him with a styrofoam container in your hand.
He sighed, mentally preparing himself as you literally bounced over to him.
How the hell does someone look this good after taking on a tornado?
"Here." You offered him the container. "It's just a ham and cheese sandwich and a cookie."
"I'm really not hungry." He responded.
"Seriously?" You asked, not buying it. "We've all been chasing since 10 AM and it's nearly 8, you have to be hungry."
Scott shrugged, trying to hold back the things he really wanted to say.
"Fine." You sighed. "We're right over here if you change your mind."
"Yeah, I know princess. It's hard to miss you being the town's savior over there."
Scott watched you visibly retract and he internally screamed as his heart dropped. You probably hated him, but it didn't matter anyway. You were far too sweet for him, so putting a wedge between the two of you seemed to be the smartest way to outrun his feelings.
"Wow." You spoke, your voice much smaller and shakier than usual. "I knew you were sarcastic and maybe even a little mean, but I never thought you were actually cruel. So, thanks, for enlightening me."
And with that, you turned and strutted off. This time, you failed to fight back the tears as you returned to the camper.
And to your horror, Tyler was there, taking a break from clean up for some water.
When Tyler sees you cry, his overprotective streak comes out instantly, and right now you didn't want to be protected, because you were so embarrassed that he finally got to you. You were even more embarrassed that you thought that just maybe, he might be a good person under that scowl and hard facade.
"Hey, hey, hey, are you okay?" Tyler rushed up to meet you.
You nodded, trying to stop sniffling. "I'm fine."
Tyler looked behind you to see Scott watching you closely, with a look that almost mimicked longing, and he quickly put two and two together.
"Let me handle this." He insisted.
You shook your head in protest. "No, Tyler, please, he thinks I'm a waste of time anyways, it's not worth it."
"Trust me, he doesn't," Tyler reassured you. "Let me handle this, and if it goes badly, I'll edit all the stream highlights for the next two weeks, okay?"
"Deal." You nodded.
You truly did trust him more than anyone in your life, so you opted to go inside the camper and dry up your tears while he went to speak to Scott. You would let Tyler handle it, but no way were you going to stand there and watch, looking like a puppy who just got kicked.
"Coming to defend your girlfriend's honor?" Scott said sarcastically, trying to mask any emotion he was feeling.
"Dude, seriously." Tyler glared at him. "If you want her attention being a complete and total asshole is not the way you get it."
"Is that what you think? That I want her 'attention'?" He said, framing the last word in air quotes.
"Yeah, I do." Tyler nodded. "I saw the look you gave her as she walked away."
"Okay, so what?" Scott shrugged. "You might be surprised to know I am human and I didn't mean to make her cry."
"Sure." Tyler nodded. "So, what about all the other times I've caught you staring at her, hm?"
Scott stayed silent, stunned speechless.
"Ah, you thought you were better at hiding it, didn't you?" Tyler said with a smug grin. "Every time we end up at the same gas station, restaurant, bar, or motel, your eyes follow her nearly the whole time. And don't even get me started on the holes you burn into my head when I'm talking to her."
"Alright, fine." Scott snapped angrily. "Here to rub it in my face then?"
Tyler sighed in frustration. "No."
"Then what?"
"I'm going to give you a piece of advice."
"Why?" Scott scoffed. "It's no secret that we aren't friends."
"I know her better than anyone else, do you want my help or not?" Tyler asked, his patience nearing its limit.
Scott didn't protest this time.
"Look, no matter what I think about you, you're pretty much exactly her type," Tyler said, much to Scott's surprise. "So if you want her, apologize and tell her how you feel."
"She's not going to feel the same, and she deserves much better than me." Scott retorted. "C'mon Owens, you know what we do. When she comes floating into these broken towns like a heaven-sent angel, I'm collecting data for the devil."
"That doesn't have to be a permanent problem." Tyler pointed out. "Plus, she likes a challenge, and she's definitely brave enough to think she can fix you."
That cracked a smile from both of them, followed by a moment of silence.
"218." Tyler said.
"What?"
"That's the room she's staying in tonight." Tyler said, starting to walk away. "Apologize."
Scott nodded, beginning to formulate a plan on how the hell he was going to get you to forgive him.
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You were snug under your blanket in the motel room watching reruns of Modern Family when the knock came.
You sighed and got up, not bothering to check the peephole as you assumed it was just Tyler coming to talk about the day's events.
So when you opened the door to see Scott standing there, you couldn't be more surprised.
"What are you doing here?" You said quietly, nearly breathless at the sight of him.
It wasn't the first time you had seen him outside of that stupid Storm Par white jumpsuit, but it was the first time you had seen him in gray sweatpants and a tight black long-sleeve shirt that clung to his muscles in a way that you could only describe as sinful.
He towered over you, leaning against the frame of the doorway, and you nearly shuddered when you looked up to meet the intense gaze in his eyes.
"I brought you something. As an apology for being an ass earlier today."
"Oh, and what did you bring for all the other times?" You spat back, no longer in the mood to play nice with him.
"I deserve that." He sighed. "Can I come in?"
"Depends." You responded, and he raised an eyebrow. "What did you bring me?"
He handed you a plastic bag, and you opened it to find a Cherry Coke, Sour Patch Kids, and a Honey Bun.
All of your favorites.
"How did you know what I like?" You asked, curious to know if Tyler was behind this.
"You always get some combination of the three at any local gas station." He shrugged.
He remembered because the first time he saw you buy all three he physically rolled his eyes, because, of course, you would buy snacks just as sickeningly sweet as you.
"I didn't know you paid this much attention to me." You said softly.
"Yeah." Scott inhaled a sharp breath. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Can I please come in?"
You opened the door, inviting him in with the gesture. The door shut behind you, and there was a brief moment of silence between you two.
"I'm sorry, for being a jerk today and every other time I'm around you." Scott started, visibly nervous as he ran a hand through his hair. "I wish I had a better explanation for why I've been such an ass."
"Yeah, so let's hear it." You said, hands on your hips. "Because I have been nothing but nice to you, even though I don't like who you work for and what they stand for."
"I know." He nodded. "At first, I thought you were being fake or sarcastic because it was unfathomable to me that you would be nice to us when you have absolutely no reason to be."
You nodded, encouraging him to continue.
"But once I learned more about you, and I realized you were being genuinely nice," Scott took a deep breath, building up all his courage. "It knocked me off my feet."
"What do you mean?" You asked, confused at what he was getting at
"I spend most of my time pretending that I don't care about the people that are devastated by all of this, because it's easier that way. But watching you bear your heart and soul to all of these people, just because you can?" Scott scoffed. "It makes it hard to pretend like I don't care about them, or more importantly, about you."
"You care about me?"
"I do." He nodded. "And I was a jerk to you because I thought it would be easier to make you hate me than it would be to admit that I have feelings for you, when you're far too good for me."
His admission stunned you. You can feel your heart thumping out of your chest as you look into his eyes, which look painstakingly vulnerable.
"I completely understand if you don't feel the same way, but I couldn't outrun these feelings anymore, and I wanted to at least let you know that I'm sorry."
The room fell silent as you processed everything he just told you. Scott was panicking inside, waiting for what felt like years for you to say something, anything.
"Do you know why I was always nice to you?" You asked him. "Because I was hoping that somewhere in there you had a good side. I needed to know that you had a heart before I could admit to myself that I felt drawn to you."
"Do you still? Feel drawn to me?"
You nodded. Stepping closer to him so that you were nearly face to face.
"Can I kiss you?"
"Please." You nodded desperately, your words barely above a whisper.
His lips were on yours in a flash, and the pure intensity of the kiss nearly knocked you off your feet. It was heated and rough, but somehow gentle and passionate at the same time. His thumb grazed your cheek as he pulled you closer, and every spot his fingers touched made your skin feel like it was on fire. You couldn't get enough of him.
Once he knew you were comfortable, he took the liberty of exploring you more. His tongue slipped into your mouth gently and his teeth caught your bottom lip, causing a small whimper to come from the back of your throat.
Scott groaned at the sound, letting his mind imagine (not for the first time) all of the sounds he could pull from you.
When the two of you finally pulled away for air, he kept you close, his hands ghosting under your chin around your neck, forcing you to meet his eyes.
"You taste just as sweet as I thought you would," Scott said with a smirk.
summary: Carlos and Charles make a bet for who can kiss this girl first.
a/n: I plan on posting the second half (the smut half) later, so stay tuned!
w/c: 1.3k
warnings/contents: strong language, fluff, build-up to smut, jealousy, new feelings, kissing
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“There’s no way she’d ever go for you mate.” Carlos told Charles with a smirk.
“Oh really?” Charles’ tone was filled with challenge and amusement.
The two men had been notoriously competitive and that didn’t stop off track. Carlos loved teasing Charles. He knew Charles could get that girl and Charles knew it too. Maybe that was the problem.
“How about we make a bet.” Charles proposed.
Carlos looked at him with curiosity.
“What kind of bet?” Carlos’ eyes flicked around Charles’ face looking at every feature. It was dark in the club they were at, but Carlos knew every detail like the back of his hand.
“The first of us to kiss her wins.” Charles licked his lips as a devious grin spread across his face.
“Wins what?”
“That’s for you to find out, Chili.”
Carlos bit the inside of his cheek thinking about Charles' proposition. His devilish eyes met Charles before answering.
“Deal.” Carlos extended his hand to Charles and the two men shook on it.
The kiss bet was on.
Both of the men snaked their way around the club, strategizing on the best way to approach her. Carlos was about to tap her on the shoulder when the bartender handed her a drink. A look of confusion painted her face until the bartender pointed down the other end of the counter where Charles sat. He waved and shot her a wink before quickly glancing at Carlos to give him a smirk.
Point Charles.
The woman invited Charles over to talk with her, but Carlos was not one to back down from a challenge especially since he didn’t know what he might have to lose at the end of it. Carlos sat down next to her and before Charles could talk Carlos was already putting on the moves.
“I would have pegged you as more of a red wine kind of woman.” Carlos' voice was as smooth as the drink Charles had ordered for her.
Quickly the woman’s head turned to see Carlos leaning on the bar. His strong arms holding up his even stronger torso. The woman couldn’t help but drink all of him in.
“And why do you say that?” She asked, ultimately intrigued by Carlos’ boldness.
“Because, a beautiful woman like you would only drink a beautiful wine like this.” Carlos said, sliding the wine the bartender handed to Carlos over to her.
“Are you sure?” Charles said, countering Carlos. A slight annoyance creeping across his eyes. Charles hadn’t expected Carlos to make this so difficult for himself. “Don’t you think she is a sophisticated woman who resembles the beauty of the same flowers that this wine’s aroma emits?”
The woman bit her lip clearly enjoying the attention. She looked at Charles with apologetic eyes.
“I’m sorry, but I really am a fan of red.” Carlos had to hold his laugh in as Charles nodded at the woman.
Point Carlos.
“Well, maybe you can also be a fan of Charles.” Charles purred and Carlos rolled his eyes at the line, but caught himself as the woman looked back at him. She let out a hum of satisfaction.
“I have no doubts.” Said the woman as she passed her attention between both Carlos and Charles for the next 30 minutes. Each man taking their turn flirting.
“I think I’ve had enough of talking.” Charles said as a Moth to a Flame X After Hours remix started playing in the club. “Let’s dance.” She offered her hand to Charles and he led her to the floor with Carlos close behind.
Charles was always the better flirter, so Carlos was struggling to keep up. His good looks didn’t give him an advantage over Charles because he too was also blessed with unimaginable beauty. Carlos stayed behind her while Charles stayed in front. The two men’s hands tangled with each other as they fought for a place on her hips. A warmth grew inside the two of them as their hands remained in contact. Instead of their eyes on the woman between their eyes were on each other.
Carlos knew he needed to act quickly if he wanted to win this bet, so he brought his mouth to her ear and whispered.
“I’m going to get us some drinks.” A slight shudder went through her body as she felt his warmth breath on her skin. She swallowed hard before nodding.
Carlos looked back frequently as he waited for their drinks. When he came back and looked around, his eyes instantly found Charles who was lip locked with the object of their flirtation for the night. Despite being busy, Charles’ eyes were open looking for Carlos the whole time. Finding Carlos’ staring eyes made the heat that had been building in his chest move south. An unknown desire surged through both of the men, but instead of acting on it Carlos rushed out of the club and Charles followed close behind.
“Guess I won.” Charles said, but Carlos didn’t turn around. “Hey!” Charles yelled and Carlos stopped walking, but still kept his back to Charles. “What’s wrong with you?” Charles asked.
“Nothing.” Carlos said. He wasn’t sure what his problem was. There was something about seeing Charles with that woman that sent a fire off inside of him.
“I know that’s not true. If it’s about the bet, we can just call it off.” Charles didn’t want to call it off though because he really wanted to win that prize, but he didn’t know what else to do. He had been feeling things that night he hadn’t felt before and the way Carlos looked at him gave Charles the impression that Carlos felt the same.
Carlos turned around and looked at Charles. The thumping of the music was still prominent even outside the club. There was no one around the two of them. Not that anyone would have been able to see them since it was so dark out. The tension rose between the teammates who were equally unsure of what the other was thinking.
“I don’t care that I lost the bet.” Carlos said defiantly.
“Then what is it?” Charles asked, his attention splitting between Carlos’ eyes and mouth. Carlos’ lips were pressed into a thin line, showing just how on edge he was.
“I don’t know.” Carlos began to walk away, but Charles pulled him back to him. Charles' hand touched Carlos’ face and met their lips together in one swift action. It felt like fireworks went off inside both Charles and Carlos and shed light on what they had been feeling long before tonight.
“Was that it?” Charles questioned after pulling away from a shocked Carlos. Carlos swallowed hard, his big brown eyes staring into Charles' deep blue ones.
“How did you- I didn’t know you felt like this too.” Carlos said, surprising himself with his honesty.
“I don’t think I really knew until right now.” Charles confessed, bringing his lips dangerously close to Carlos’. Carlos couldn’t help but look at his pink mouth. Charles’ lips parted ever so slightly just begging to be explored.
“I want to kiss you again.” Carlos whispered, his warm breath coating Charles lips. Charles had to suppress a shiver at the feeling.
Charles brought his mouth near Carlos’ ear.
“You’re going to have to do a lot more than that.” Charles rasped. He gently bit Carlos’ earlobe making Carlos’ breath hitch. Charles felt himself getting off on making Carlos nervous.
“And why’s that?” Carlos said, looking up at the sky as Charles began peppering his neck with kisses.
“Because…” Charles smiled before kissing his neck again. Carlos’ hand found Charles’ hair giving it a little tug causing a moan to escape Charles’ mouth. The vibration against Carlos’ skin made him let out a gasp. “You…” Charles moved his kisses up Carlos’ neck, so now he kissed his jaw. “Lost…” Charles touched his nose to Carlos’. “The bet.” Charles finished his sentence finally and brought his lips back to Carlos’.
