One of the worse things about being Pathfinder—aside from the whole AI that can kill you in your head thing, though Scott wouldn’t say that’s always a bad thing—is the absolute lack of privacy.
He doesn’t even have his own bathroom on the Tempest. He has to share with the entire crew. Which wouldn’t be a problem, but the entire crew isn’t sneaking on Initiative exiles. It means early mornings making breakfast in the cramped Tempest kitchen while watching across the hall to make sure no one walks in on Reyes.
He busies himself with toasts and eggs, hums under his breath, and checks behind him every once in a while for the crew.
“I didn’t know you could sing,” someone says, when Scott’s got his back turned. Arms slide around his waist, and breath tickles his ear. “What else are you hiding?”
Scott hums in his throat. “I need to have some surprises.”
(from KingofKadara) So, the whole SAM being able to manipulate Scott's body thing. We know SAM likes Reyes and Reyes is nothing if not resourceful. So what if Reyes finds out SAM can control Scott's body and make him feel things. Suddenly their vidcalls go from talking to each other to Reyes telling SAM what to do to Scott's body. Scott doesn't have to imagine what Reyes is saying feels like. SAM makes him feel it.
(Boo you have the BEST ideas) So, yes, absolutely. Reyes is smart and that sort of intelligence is gonna lend itself well to their trysts once he figures out just how much control SAM actually has over Scott’s body. I imagine he’d spring it on Scott, without much warning, during one late night vid call when Scott just seems to need more than Reyes’ words.
“Relax, cariño, you’ll get nowhere if you keep thinking.”
“I can’t--” Scott whines, fingers almost too harsh on his cock, knuckles white and body locked into a painful curl as he tries to force himself over the edge.
“You can, I have faith that you can. But there is no point in pushing yourself. Take your hand off yourself. Relax for me.”
Scott complies with a grimace, cock bouncing obscenely between his thighs, red and aching and dripping, and slants a look at Reyes through narrowed eyes. He’s practically vibrating with tension, with the need to come, so desperate Reyes feels a pang of pity.
How could he not have seen it sooner?
“I want you to trust me. Imagine that I’m there with you, stroking over your thighs, like calming a tense pet. And you are such a good pet, Scott.”
Reyes sees when SAM picks up on the meaningful stare he shoots past Scott’s shoulder, at the glowing orb in the background, and watches as Scott’s head falls back on a gasp, thighs twitching from phantom hands.
“What are--SAM!” Scott’s eyes peel wide, something almost guilty in their depths as he meets Reyes’ gaze.
“My love,” Reyes purrs, his own need forgotten as he links his fingers and props them under his chin, offering up a soft smile that makes Scott sink back in his chair. “Did you think I would reject this? I love every part of you, Scott, including SAM. And he proves to be...helpful, no?”
Scott doesn’t answer nor does SAM pipe up, as he usually does when he’s discussed, but Scott jolts and claws at the arms of his chair, thrusting up into whatever sensation SAM is providing.
Oh yes, Reyes thinks with a satisfaction, thinking of the best ways to utilize Scott’s particular bond with the AI, helpful indeed.
Reyes had never been one to dwell on the passage of time. Not in any significant way at least. This had worked out until one Scott Ryder strolled into his room at Tartarus and turned his world on it’s head. Reyes had always assumed he had very specific taste in men and military issue ‘pretty boy’ wasn’t it.
But Scott Ryder. With his bright eyes and the playful smile that could light up a room? The gorgeous boy who made no secret of it the first time he gave Reyes the once over and started flirting as easy as he breathed. There was no good reason for him to be attracted to the Pathfinder and yet he was.
And by god did he want him something fierce.
The moments they’d managed to steal seemed like nothing in comparison to the stretches of time in between. It had scarcely been a week since he’d taken down Sloane, since he’d pressed Scott against the wall of a cavern, since they’d danced to old Milky Way music like nothing else in the world mattered. It was only a week since he’d lain Scott out in his bed and taken the Pathfinder apart piece by piece.
One week that felt as if he could have crossed dark space again in the same span of time.
A chuckle from the doorway intruded on his thoughts and he looked up to see the smirking face of his favorite Angaran. “If you pine any harder over the Pathfinder I may have to start making comments.”
“I was not..” He laughed, leaning his head back against the plush edge of his booth. Keema could always see through im anyway. “I may have found salvation my dear, let me enjoy it while I can.”
mReyder please: “Let him go! It’s me who you want!”
Scott’s breath is caught in his throat, but he can’t move. The entire angaran group has a gun pointed at his head, and—
Fuck. He’s never been in a situation his biotics can’t get him out of, and yet—
“Let him go!” someone calls across the cave, and Scott carefully looks away to see Reyes jumping down from a ledge, dropping his gun off to the side. A few of the angara turn to aim at him.
Scott thought he was terrified before. There’s still too much focus on him to use his biotics, so Scott waits, and hopes. “It’s me you want.”
“I told you,” the angara says, almost smirking. “Threaten the Pathfinder, your prey will come out of the shadows.”
I’m sorry, Scott thinks, because he can’t say it. I’m sorry I brought you into this. I’m sorry I can’t help.
But Reyes is better prepared for this sort of thing, isn’t he? Comes into situations with a contingency plan. Scott’s never been one for the multiple ways out, and as a result Reyes has saved him more times than he can count.
He’s got a contingency plan. He must.
“It’s me you want,” he says, and starts walking towards the group. “So why not let him go and avoid the difficulty?”
“Fuck that,” Scott says, finally finding his voice. “I’m not leaving here without you.”
“How sweet,” the angara says, “but there’s only room for one.”
Scott waits, and waits, but nothing happens. No one pops out of the shadows, no parts of the cave start rumbling. Reyes doesn’t toss out a flash grenade.
No contingency plan. It feels like the ground disappears from beneath his feet.
“No need for such dramatics, is there?” Reyes says, lifting his hands in the air, and all guns train on him.
Stupid, Scott thinks, but there’s a hint of a smirk on his face and—oh.
Scott’s his contingency plan, and he’s giving him a signal.
One chance then. Take the opening and don’t fuck it up.
“I never imagined myself in a wedding dress.” Scott/Reyes, go wild :')
“Do you ever think about getting married?” Scott asks, while they’re waiting in the shop. Reyes is walking through the rows of dresses strung up from the ceiling, tapping at his chin. “Big house, big family…”
They’re picking up Sara’s dress—a simple, white thing that made her look like some kind of royalty. “I want to do it traditional,” she’d said, and then she’d been pulled away for work, and since the shop only holds orders for a few days, Scott had been expected to pick it up.
Reyes glances Scott’s way, and a light laugh passes through his lips. “I think the time for marriage has long since passed me by.”
It’s not disappointment—Scott’s not sure he wants to get married, either—especially not the way Sara does, in front of everyone. The old Earth customs for marriage are outdated and embarrassing, anyway, and it’s not like Scott’s ever envisioned himself getting in front of a bunch of people and crying about how much he loves someone.
He gets mushy enough without all eyes on him, in the privacy of his own room, of Reyes’ room on Kadara.
In shops on the Nexus.
“Really?” Scott asks. “Never thought about spending your life with someone?”
“That’s a different question.”
“I’m just curious.”
Reyes sighs, lifts a hand to feel the fabric of a dress between his fingers. Scott cocks his head, crosses his arms. Thinks, absently, that Reyes is a handsome man, and he wouldn’t mind waking up every day to him.
He blinks, surprised. Oh.
“It doesn’t matter,” Scott says, a little too fast. Reyes turns to him, an eyebrow raised.
“Why, Scott—“
He blushes, frowns at his own predictability. “—I didn’t say anything—“
“—I didn’t think you were the type.”
There’s a small smirk to Reyes’ lips, but it’s kind. “I’ve never imagined myself in a wedding dress, you know. Expensive, impractical.
Still blushing, Scott motions to Reyes’ clothing. “As opposed to what you’re wearing now?”
“Will Sara be able to wear this over her armor?”
“Is that what you keep trying to talk to her about? I wondered why you kept talking to her!”
“Scott,” he says, suddenly serious, “if you did happen to be interested…”
“No,” Scott says, almost begging, because this is embarrassing, “definitely not. Reyes, I’m happy with where we are now.” And if there comes a day where that’s not true anymore… He can’t imagine it, but they deal with it then. “Seriously,” he says, reaching up to rest his hand on Reyes’ chest.
Thing is, he thinks, as the saleswoman comes out from the back holding a dress bag, that if Reyes asked, he’d probably say yes.
Reyes: *cleans assault rifle* "Yes you are so pretty" *kisses it* "Just beautiful." *caresses and pats* "You did good for me today gorgeous." *polishes even more*
