We all masturbate, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's also something most prefer to keep private. But sometimes, people forget to knock while we're in the middle of things, and awkwardness ensues.
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➊ EMBARRASSMENT Yeah, someone just caught you in a very private act and you kind of wish the ground would swallow you up. Now.
➋ ANGER How dare someone barge in on you without knocking! You'll give them a piece of your mind right now.
➌ EXCITEMENT/EXHIBITIONISM happens to be a major turn-on for you, so you'll just continue. Maybe even ask them to give you a hand, you never know...
➍ APATHY Big deal, it's not like they've been living in a bubble where they never knew masturbation existed, and if they were they had to find out about it sometime.
➎ SQUICK Either it was a family member who just walked in on you or you just feel so utterly dirty at having been caught doing something so personal.
➏ DELAYED reaction You didn't even notice they were there until after you finished.
➐ DERAILED REACTION Oh no you've been--what is that on their head? Wait, the world's ending now? D-did you just see that unicorn? Worry about being caught later, figure out what the hell is going on first.
➑ FRUSTRATION COME ON, EVERY TIME!
➒ RELIEF Thank GOODNESS someone came by! Otherwise you'd have had to stop and go grab that toy/pillow/remote for the annoying stereo yourself. Also they could maybe swap discs because this movie isn't really doing it for you. What do you mean it's inappropriate? It's not like you're asking them to watch.
He was quiet, but he couldn't compete with the silent stillness in the vehicle. Tiny breaths and half cut off gasps tore through the silence, but Rogue was asleep, so the soft noises shouldn't be a problem, even if they seemed like shouts in the deafening quiet.
The chair creaked again, the old leather wasn't about to make this easy for him and he actually considered trying to slip outside, but he could see the snow swirling around the ground. It'd be freezing, plus the door would make a racket. He closed his eyes, if he concentrated this would go faster. He barely caught a moan in time, the noise not quite restrained to the back of his throat followed by a sharp inhale. Trying to contain his usual vocalness actually seemed to be having a positive side effect, everything was staying bottled up and he was getting off quicker than usual. Or maybe it had just been way too long. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the lingering scent of Rogue from the passenger seat that was giving him that extra kick.
The noise started to build from there. However much he thought he was being quiet (and if she knew she may be impressed), there was nothing to stifle the noise. At first she thought he was stretching with the way the seat kept creaking. But he continued to breathe hard. Her head rolled over again, but her body didn't let her turn over. From what she could see his head was bent and he was moving.
It didn't quite hit her what he was was doing until she slowly and quietly shifted on her back. It placed her in the middle and gave her more of a view. Logan was propped back comfortable with his jeans open. One hand was wrapped around her shaft, and the pure sight of what he was doing almost made her whimper. She caught it luckily, but watching him touch himself was far more arousing than she thought it ever could be.
Logan was way too preoccupied to notice her moving around. He was a torn between taking his time and enjoying this and going quickly so he wouldn't wake up his passenger. It meant his pace was all over the place, slow and drawing out bitten back groans one minute, and quick and making him pant and gasp the next.
He leaned back, tilting his head back, lips parted as he panted up at the ceiling, adam's apple sliding as he swallowed thickly.
She should turn back over, leave him to his private moment. But she couldn't. Here was the man she was developing feelings for in the throws of pleasure. For as quiet as he was, he still looked like he was enjoying it. Rogue could only picture what that must be like, her small hand wrapped around him. She found herself wondering about his cock.
The more she thought, the more she could feel her own arousal budding. Rogue pressed her legs together to abide the heat and pressure there, though it wasnt doing much. One hand lazily slipped under her shirt, fingertips brushing over her soft skin. She imagined it was him, Logan leaning over her and breathing like that as he learned her body.
Her lean stomach first and then up to her breasts, still perky with pink nipples that were already peaked against her night shirt, the one that was his and smelled so much like him. God, she wanted more of this.
He didn't even bother to bite back a low groan, and by the time it actually reached his ears it was obviously too late to do anything about it. He cringed and paused, catching his breath quietly and hoping he hadn't woken her up. He couldn't hear her, and at this point that was a good enough signal for him.
Subconsciously, the subtle scent of Rogue's own arousal was helping to fuel his. He wasn't exactly focusing on it, but his sense of smell was more than good enough to pick up on the pheromones she was throwing off. He tried to fight it, to just focus on how good touching himself was, but his thoughts kept creeping back to Rogue. It felt so much better imagining it was her hand and not his own. He drew a shuddering breath, the chair creaking in protest when he arched his hips into his palm.
Her eyes stayed glued on his form when the seat creaked again. He was thrusting into his hand, and a small whimper escaped, a whole set of new images coming to her. Hands brushed over the curve of her breasts, felt at the hardening nipples. But the heat and wetness between her legs begged for attention, so after a moment her hand traveled over her curves from breast to waist and down her hip until her hand slipped under the fabric of her panties.
She exhaled slowly, her hand rubbing over her mound. It was his hand, Rogue told herself. He was finding that heat, and as her fingers slipped between her wet lips, she imagined it was him parting her, getting ready to enter her.
Logan exhaled a stream of breathy curses as he forced himself to settle back in the seat in order to try and make the whole process a little more quiet. Any noise he was making was half as quiet as the creaking seat. With a barely swallowed down groan, he grit his teeth, breathing stopping for half a second before panting hard again. His body was starting to tense as he brought himself closer as quickly as he could, stifling a low moan when brought himself to climax. Despite the cold, he could feel sweat prickle across his forehead and nearly chuckled when he spotted the fog he'd created on the driver's side window and front windshield. Oops. His breathing slowed gradually as he relaxed and cleaned up a little with some napkins he had in the glove box.
It didn't seem to take long for him to finish. Her hand was still in her panties as nimble fingers worked her clit over to rub in a circle. It took everything in her to not make a noise as she pictured him finishing on her, her body splayed out for him. She didn't know why the idea was enticing, but now she was the one panting hard and hoping to not draw his attention.
For Logan this had all been about speed and stealth, getting off quietly before he woke Rogue up. He quieted his breathing and strained his hearing after relaxing himself. He was surprised to hear her quickened heartbeat, definitely not something he would expect to hear if she was sound asleep. He subtly sniffed the air, brow furrowing when he picked up sexual arousal beyond his own, and that was about the time he felt his own cheeks burning with a blush.
Had she heard him? How could she not have? Or was she awake before and already... 'busy'? Should he just say something?
He closed his eyes and forced himself to stop thinking, but it was harder to keep from hearing what she was doing. What was more, it was even harder to keep from enjoying what he was hearing.
She didn't know the extent of his senses, but she didn't want to let him know what she saw, what she was doing now. Rogue should stop. She knew that, but it had been ages since she had been able to do this. It felt too good to have her fingers pressed between her legs as she rubbed at at her swollen clit. Her free hand quietly moved so she could bite down on it, trying so hard not to moan. It only made her start to squirm, imagining she was doing so under him.
It took a few more minutes of this near deafening silence before her toes curled and she felt that relief. It was a quiet cry that escaped, sounding more like groan though his name was unmistaken. She called for him when she finally climaxed and settled back down.
Logan sat in the front seat, chewing on the inside of his lip and trying to decide if he should just leave and go outside for a smoke, or if he should just pretend he'd... he'd what? Fallen asleep in the last few minutes, couldn't hear her? The second his name was moaned, he was out. He couldn't sit and do nothing and listen to her, hell, he felt like he should be close to hard again.
He pushed the door open, cringing at the gust of cold, and pulled a cigar out of his pocket, shouldering the door closed and taking a few steps from the truck before lighting up.
She knew she was in trouble the moment his name slipped out, as quiet as it was. But then he just left. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Did he hear her? Did he know? Maybe he was done with himself and just needed to go out. No, he definitely knew.
What was she supposed to do? She couldn't go after him. How could she explain this? Ohc sorry I was masturbating to you masturbating? Quickest way to ruin this. Way to go, Marie. Get a man to care, one who isn't afraid or can't be killed because of her, and she may have just signed her own eviction papers.
She quickly withdrew her hand, her post-orgasm bliss turned into the clarity of being caught. Turning back on her side with her back to him, she waited for him to come back. Maybe he'll think he imagined it.
The cold helped clear his head as did the steady smoke. He still wasn't sure what to do, if anything. It seemed just as likely that she'd heard him as it was the other way around. He slowly paced around the truck, giving the tires a once over before coming back around to the driver's side door. He carefully snuffed out the cigar and tucked it back away from hauling the door open and getting back in, not saying a word. He did, however, sneak a quick glance back in Rogue's direction, though all he saw was her back to him. Clearing his throat, he crossed his arms and settled back in the seat. Completely ignoring something was an acceptable way of dealing with it, right? He was planning to say anything if she wasn't going to.
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The chair creaked again, the old leather wasn't about to make this easy for him and he actually considered trying to slip outside, but he could see the snow swirling around the ground. It'd be freezing, plus the door would make a racket. He closed his eyes, if he concentrated this would go faster. He barely caught a moan in time, the noise not quite restrained to the back of his throat followed by a sharp inhale. Trying to contain his usual vocalness actually seemed to be having a positive side effect, everything was staying bottled up and he was getting off quicker than usual. Or maybe it had just been way too long. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the lingering scent of Rogue from the passenger seat that was giving him that extra kick.
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It didn't quite hit her what he was was doing until she slowly and quietly shifted on her back. It placed her in the middle and gave her more of a view. Logan was propped back comfortable with his jeans open. One hand was wrapped around her shaft, and the pure sight of what he was doing almost made her whimper. She caught it luckily, but watching him touch himself was far more arousing than she thought it ever could be.
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He leaned back, tilting his head back, lips parted as he panted up at the ceiling, adam's apple sliding as he swallowed thickly.
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The more she thought, the more she could feel her own arousal budding. Rogue pressed her legs together to abide the heat and pressure there, though it wasnt doing much. One hand lazily slipped under her shirt, fingertips brushing over her soft skin. She imagined it was him, Logan leaning over her and breathing like that as he learned her body.
Her lean stomach first and then up to her breasts, still perky with pink nipples that were already peaked against her night shirt, the one that was his and smelled so much like him. God, she wanted more of this.
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Subconsciously, the subtle scent of Rogue's own arousal was helping to fuel his. He wasn't exactly focusing on it, but his sense of smell was more than good enough to pick up on the pheromones she was throwing off. He tried to fight it, to just focus on how good touching himself was, but his thoughts kept creeping back to Rogue. It felt so much better imagining it was her hand and not his own. He drew a shuddering breath, the chair creaking in protest when he arched his hips into his palm.
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She exhaled slowly, her hand rubbing over her mound. It was his hand, Rogue told herself. He was finding that heat, and as her fingers slipped between her wet lips, she imagined it was him parting her, getting ready to enter her.
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Had she heard him? How could she not have? Or was she awake before and already... 'busy'? Should he just say something?
He closed his eyes and forced himself to stop thinking, but it was harder to keep from hearing what she was doing. What was more, it was even harder to keep from enjoying what he was hearing.
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It took a few more minutes of this near deafening silence before her toes curled and she felt that relief. It was a quiet cry that escaped, sounding more like groan though his name was unmistaken. She called for him when she finally climaxed and settled back down.
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He pushed the door open, cringing at the gust of cold, and pulled a cigar out of his pocket, shouldering the door closed and taking a few steps from the truck before lighting up.
Well, that certainly complicated things a little.
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What was she supposed to do? She couldn't go after him. How could she explain this? Ohc sorry I was masturbating to you masturbating? Quickest way to ruin this. Way to go, Marie. Get a man to care, one who isn't afraid or can't be killed because of her, and she may have just signed her own eviction papers.
She quickly withdrew her hand, her post-orgasm bliss turned into the clarity of being caught. Turning back on her side with her back to him, she waited for him to come back. Maybe he'll think he imagined it.
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