warnings: 18+ mdni, italics, no smut but scott is handsy, making out, gum sharing?, mentions of alcohol, freakyyyyy
author’s note: this has been in my brain since watching twisters the other night and i needed to get it out
another long and complicated day on the road had come to an end. today was a bust; the atmosphere refusing to cooperate and technological failures only adding to the frustration. you were at another small, rundown bar in the middle of nowhere. javi and some of the other storm par crew members were dispersed around the small space. you sat at the bar, your beer almost empty.
you knew he was sitting a few seats away from you, and you could feel his eyes on you since you walked in. scott miller— a familiar foe. you wanted to hate him, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t. and he knew that, which is why he made it a point to press your buttons. snarky remarks, smart-ass comments, and retorts to everything you threw at him; but somehow, for some reason, you enjoyed it.
you’d never admit that to him though, you couldn’t give his ego such a big boost. you took another drink of your beer, swallowing the last of it down as his eyes watched your every move. scott watched you intently, sharply, calculated. you saw him get up from the corner of your eye, abandoning his beer and sauntering over to you.
you felt his presence next to you before you turned your head to look at him. scott was tall and intimidating, the faint scent of his body wash filling the air around you. he was in a black t-shirt and jeans; a step down from his usual storm par uniform, a look you weren’t accustomed to seeing. his dark hair framed his face perfectly, a hint of stubble covered his jaw, and his blue eyes stared down at you. you felt your stomach flutter and you swallowed, waiting for whatever bitchy comment he’d come to deliver to you.
you weren’t really sure how it happened— one thing lead to another— but it wasn’t long after that you found yourself in the driver’s seat of scott’s truck. you were in his lap, straddling his thighs with your legs as his hands felt along your back. his hands were strong and large— his palm splayed across your lower back, easily taking up the small space.
his lips were locked with yours, your lips in a frenzy with his. scott tasted like mint and the beer he’d been nursing just minutes before; a taste you reveled in. you were hungry for him, his taste, everything. just as his hands slipped under your tank top, you felt something on your tongue; something small, squishy— minty. your eyes snapped open as the taste of mint overwhelmed your tastebuds.
it took you a moment to register what it was before you realized— scott’s gum. taken aback, you hesitated before taking the piece of gum between your teeth, chewing on it as scott watched you chew his gum, his blue eyes flashing with something dark and mischievous. his hands took their place on your waist, thumbs rubbing small circles into your hips.
you should’ve hurled at the thought of something that took residence in scott miller’s mouth being in yours, but something about this was so incredibly hot to you. the piece of gum tasted like mint and scott and you loved it. you put your lips back on his, using your tongue to maneuver the small glob back into his mouth. he accepted it, chewing on it a few times, a small groan escaping from his throat when he tasted you.
his hands moved from your waist, up your back, and then planted themselves on your chest. you moaned into his mouth as his strong hands felt and grabbed at your chest. you couldn’t help but grind down onto his lap— your body was warm and your nerves felt like they were flowing with electricity. your fingers intertwined with the dark hair at the base of his neck, pulling slightly and inciting a low, deep noise from him. your tongue twisted with his, sloppily searching his mouth, before taking the piece of gum from his mouth and into yours once again.
you couldn’t get enough of it— something so gross, repulsive, disgusting— and yet, you couldn’t get enough of it. you heard him moan, and you knew he found this as freakishly hot as you did. you pulled away from him, chewing on his gum for a few minutes, before blowing a small bubble and letting it pop. you watched something in scott’s eyes flash again, the ocean blue darkened by the black hole of his widened pupils, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed to fight back another groan.
it was in that moment that you realized how badly you wanted— no, needed— him.
you needed more than this; needed more than a sloppy makeout session in the driver’s seat of his truck, needed his hands and mouth all over you, needed to lose the layers of fabric between the two of you and let him take you over and over again, you needed to taste him everyday.
it was in that moment you knew you were fucked.
