STRUGGLES TO THINK OF A REQUEST!!!
SOMETHING REALLY SOFT AND FLUFFY WITH GN/TRANS MASC READER?? LIKE PRAISE N STUFF; MAYBE READER IS A VIRGIN OR SMTH !!!I GET DYSPHORIA WITH AMAB READER BUT I DONT WANT TO BE CALLED A GOOD GIRL EITHER YK??
ps look at my gorgeous man
okay, wrote a lil gn!reader x gaz, with birthday theme!! it's a bit silly but i hope you enjoy!! mild 18+ below + alcohol consumption!
Being in the army was never convenient. Thrilling, challenging, life changing, yes--but never, ever truly convenient.
You suppose the universe took pity on you somewhat, as the stakeout in a sweltering hot campervan had been moved forward to yesterday, narrowly missing your birthday, but only just.
Today you're still left with the fatigue of the late night you pulled staring down binoculars and making the awkwardest small talk ever with Ghost.
But, today at least, you'd entered the rec room of the Los Vaqueros base to the most pleasant surprise.
Kyle must have spent the whole afternoon preparing it, as there were balloons and bunting and even a small cake waiting for you when you arrived--as well as the man himself, all soft eyes and beaming smile.
The cake has long since disappeared (largely courtesy of Johnny), and you've both been making your way through a fairly expensive bottle of tequila, one shot at a time.
The Captain didn't stick around for too long, and Ghost headed to bed after him and Johnny swept the floor with you and Kyle in a particularly heated game of beer pong.
Johnny is currently drooling into the couch cushions as you and Kyle try and finish off the last of the tequila while playing Never Have I Ever. You're a few rounds in, and Kyle is rapidly realising that there's a lot of things you haven't done.
"Never have I ever... had a threesome." Kyle says, with a shrug and a melodic laugh, and is unsurprised when you don't drink.
"Never have I ever had a twosome, even." You counter with a snorted laugh.
Then, mortification washes over you, as you stay stock still and wait for the realisation to catch up to Kyle.
"Oh, you've never...?" His lips part and his eyes widen adorably, but they hold no judgement within.
"Nope." You shake your head, taking a hefty sip now anyway to deal with the blush of your cheeks at such a reveal.
Kyle follows suit out of habit, his face scrunching at the taste. "With anyone?"
"Nope, I've done some things but... no one I wanted to go all the way with." Really, you aren't embarrassed about this detail in particular, more so that you're sharing it with Kyle, who you've been crushing on pretty much since you first laid eyes on him.
"Well then." His initial surprise dissipates, replaced with an entirely too sweet smile that just makes you melt. "Hope you find them soon, if you're ready."
His voice is laced with sincerity, and as you get lost in his gaze all you can think of is that above everything, you're so thankful you get to call Kyle your best friend. "Thanks for not being weird about it."
"Nothing to be weird about." He says, completely nonchalant as he reaches out, his hand resting on your arm to rub reassuringly. "Though I do think you're missing out." As he says those final words, his face splits into a smirk for the ages, before he wraps his lips round the bottle once more.
"Oh I know I am, trust me." You groan, desperately wishing to experience everything you hear people talk about, especially with Kyle.
"Tequila brings out the wild side of you, apparently." He chuckles.
You shove him playfully, knowing deep down you haven't gotten as wild as you could. "You say that like it doesn't do the same to you! I remember when you were doing shots in that bar we went to, and you ended up shirtless on the dancefloor."
He hangs his head in embarrassment, but smiles through it anyway. "Thanks for reminding me of that."
"Anytime, Kyle." You wink, the alcohol making you just a little bold. "Think I might head to bed though, actually." Best to go now before you end up straddling him right here, you think.
"We outlasted Soap, so I'll call that a win." He screws the cap on the tequila before setting it down on the table and offering you a hand to help you stand. "Did you enjoy yourself?"
"I really did, thanks for remembering." You smile, trying to fight the urge to rush to him for a hug. "I'll clean up in the morning."
"Let me walk you back to your room, yeah?" He offers his arm now, allowing you to hold onto him as the two of you make your way out of the rec room.
"Oh, you're being extra nice, it must be my birthday." You tease, eyes ahead so as to not focus on the muscle you're clinging to and the heat radiating off him.
At that, he gasps. "You're my favourite person, I'm always nice to you."
"If being cheeky is nice, then sure."
His head dips down ever so slightly, and he stops walking for just the briefest of moments, his voice almost a whisper. "It's how I show my affection."
It takes everything within you to not fall over your feet then and there.
"Does that mean you have heart eyes for the Captain, because you're always being cheeky with him?"
Deflect, deflect, deflect.
"Why? You jealous?" He laughs, now properly coming to a stop outside your door.
"Desperately." You drawl sarcastically, hoping he doesn't see right through it--and hoping he doesn't notice your shiver when he pulls away.
Things fall comfortably silent between you, as you stand and share fond looks. You swipe your key card, kicking the door open ever so slightly as you cling to his presence for a moment longer, not really wanting to go inside.
"Kyle..." You begin, not really knowing what you'll say next.
"Yeah?" His smile is so bright, so warm and loving that it almost hurts to lay eyes on.
"S'aright." He shrugs it off like it's no big deal that he remembered, and made sure that everyone made a fuss. "Not too bad as far as birthdays go, I hope."
Little does he realise, spending time with him is the best birthday gift you could ask for. Well, almost.
"Not bad at all, though I just thought of something else I want as a gift." Bravery courses through you, your brain ticking over into a needy territory where you just need something from Kyle--something beyond barely-there touches and friendly smiles.
"One wasn't enough?" He teases, his eyebrow quirking and lips turning up in a way that makes him all the more attractive.
"Nope." You take a step closer, and he makes no effort to retreat.
And with those words, you snap. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down so you can slot your lips against his and pour out all your pent up feelings into kissing him silly. He tastes like tequila, and mint, and heaven, as he kisses you deeper and deeper, and sends your head into a bigger spin than the alcohol did.
He pulls away after a moment, pupils blown wide and hands still gripping onto you. "Fuck."
"I mean, the actual gift I'd like would be a lot more... involved, but..."
He pushes you through the door, slamming you against it as he closes it behind the two of you. "How about we make a deal?" He begins, before trailing kisses down your jaw, to the sensitive spots on your neck.
"Oh?" You ask, voice barely there as light-headed dizziness and arousal takes over.
"Tonight... I'll give you part of your gift, but the rest has to come when we're both sober." He whispers, his words full of promise.
You whine as he nips at your throat, already wanting more, wanting everything. "You're no fun."
He pulls away to meet your gaze, eyes sparkling as his hardness presses against you, and he flashes that oh-so-handsome smile. "If I'm gonna be the one to fuck you for the first time, I'm gonna make damn sure you remember it, yeah?"
