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Your lips dragged across his neck and down to his throat, where you basically slid onto his body like a puzzle piece in a jigsaw puzzle. You almost dared to sink your teeth into his neck, but you held off. The warmth shared between you two was enough to cook an entire meal, and you didn’t even realize that the STOMP STOMP STOMP of Pony Express Certified Lounge Boots were slowly nearing your door, courtesy of Swansea and his midnight snack ritual.
Swansea had no idea whatsoever about you and Daisuke’s escapades. Between the two “kids” of the ship, Daisuke was the most interesting last-minute intern, and that’s all he could say without seeming insulting. Swansea did notice that Daisuke was out of the room when he woke up, but he brushed it off and assumed he went to the bathroom. He walked across the hall towards the lounge area with one goal in mind; something edible. The cold metal pipelines on the outside of the wall made his inner mechanic cringe. They couldn’t have put them inside of the walls? At least they’d be easier to f-
“Stop…that tickles-“
Swanseas entire demeanor fell. Was that Daisuke, in your room?! Why was he there?! Swansea began to look over any possible reason that he’d be in there besides hooking up. He didn’t wanna jump to the worst case scenario yet. And what the hell was tickling him so much? Jeez, young people these days letting their freak flag fly and everything…
Swansea had seen his male intern ogle something stupid at the slightest mention of an attractive person, so he knew he was “down bad” as his own kids would say. He has also seen Daisuke take a few..special..glances at his partner in crime, you. Maybe you two were more “partners” than he thought. Swansea never noticed any surefire signs of a potential relationship between you two, but with the way kids acted these days, shame-free and glued to their screens reading or watching who knows what on some god-forsaken website or app.
Swansea wasn’t gonna blame the screen entirely, cause some of them helped him do his job efficiently, but now it’s time to figure out what the hell was going on between you two! He stepped closer to the door, putting his ear on the metal. It wasn’t like him to be nosy, but damn did he wonder what was going on, how close you two were was completely new information to him.
“Can you pull it back out? Pleaseeeeeee~? Just one more time?”
Oh my god.
Swansea was suddenly cured of his chronic nosiness and miraculously did not want to know what was going to happen next, even though some 3rd person-omniscient being-story analyzer would know for a fact that this was entirely a misinterpretation. Daisuke, the fiend that he is for sugar, spice, and anything nice, was nonstop begging his silly little bed partner to pull out their weed pen again. Swansea, like many things now apparently, had no idea you snuck a pen onto the ship. That would obviously violate the contraband policies that Pony Express has in place to keep their asses from getting sued.
Nonetheless, you brought your pen anyway.
“No, Dai, I told you already.. I can’t just let you suck everything out of it, you goof.”
Swansea felt like he was genuinely interrupting something at this point. Your slurred speech and weird language told him everything he needed to know, and he was out of the hallway and into the kitchen with seemingly more speed than Sonic the goddamn Hedgehog. Swansea calmed himself down and found a box of Pony Express POLLE-O’s that he could munch on. Man, does this company love seeing themselves everywhere they go.
Taking out a bowl and some milk, he made his cereal and started munching. The giant nighttime screen over yonder in the lounge area couldn’t quell the racing thoughts in his mind. What on god’s green earth were they doing at this hour? Daisuke’s voice in your room nearly sent him into shock. Was Anya awake to hear all of this? She was right there in the next room over, she hasn’t done anything about this?! Would he have to report this to someone? God, there were so many questions he had, and nobody to answered the-
*SHHFT*
“Oh, hi Swansea.”
The door to the main area open and shut, revealing you and your messy bed head. You nearly fell over trying to steady yourself and appear normal, and all Swansea could do was stare at you.
“Hey, kid.”
“Do we…have any more cereal…? Im hungry.”
“Yeah, it’s in the cabinet.” “Oh…yeah. Thanks.”
Should he ask? Or should he let it slide?
“What’re you doing up this late? I gave you eight hours until your next assignment.” Swansea was very particular about getting things done in a timely manner. Thirty minutes to do this, ten minutes to do that, and five minutes to reflect on what you did wrong.
“I was..uhm, s-studying my notes. And I was gonna make a model of the electrical systems of the sleeping quarters so he- uh- Daisuke, could get some practice..” You didn’t face him so he couldn’t see how bloodshot your eyes were.
Swansea could tell that you were trying your hardest to stay upright. He’d know, he’s faked sobriety longer than you’ve been alive. He knew his way around and out of it. Your gesture for Daisuke would’ve been really kind if it was actually true.
“Mhm. Just make sure you get back to sleep at a good time, ya hear?”
“Yep.” You walk over to the cabinet, grabbing the entire box of cereal and walking out. Looks like Swansea wasn’t having seconds.
When you made it back into the room, Daisuke leapt over to you, his munchies getting the best of him as he scarfed down the POLLE-O’s. Each marshmallow was brutally massacred by his teeth, and you started to feel bad for the box of cereal as if it had feelings. You remembered that boxes don’t have feelings, and you laughed at yourself.
“Are they tasty?” You asked Daisuke. “Hell yeah, they taste great.” “Hey, don’t eat them all, I want some too.” “Oh yeah, sorry.” Daisuke uttered with a mouthful of cereal.
He passed the box to you, allowing you to stuff your face full of POLLE-O’s too. Daisuke, in the state he was in, decided it’d be a good idea to take a picture with the digital camera that was in the drawer of your bedside table.
“How’f you know fhat fwas in dere?” You said with a mouth full of cereal. Did he go through your stuff?
“I’m honestly just good like that. But dude, seriously, you scarfing down a box of cereal has got to be the funniest thing I’ve EVER seen you do.” Daisuke was almost doubled over in laughter, grabbing the camera and snapping a photo before you could get your bearings. The bright flash graced your eyes as gently as a plane crashing into the ocean.
“AH-! Holy shit you just flash-banged me!!” You dropped the box of cereal and rubbed your eyes. When Daisuke shoved the photo in your face, you looked like some cereal-devouring hellspawn with red eyes.
“Oh my gosh, I look fucking evil.” Daisuke was still busy laughing his ass off. He was so out of it that he bumped into the wall and fell over. What an idiot.
“You’re gonna wake everyone up, Daisuke! God, just….sit down and-“ You started to snicker yourself as he rolled across the floor and into another wall. Did he act this crazy at the last party he went to?
“Ah, damn that hurt, hehehe.” Daisuke mumbled. He still had that awful photo in his hand, and when he held in up, he’d laugh all over again.
“I’m gonna burn you AND that photo.” You tried to be serious, but you couldn’t keep yourself from laughing too.
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
“Hey, can you keep in down in there?! Whatever you’re laughing at can’t possibly be that funny.”
Shit.
“Uh, yeah, sorry Jimmy! I mean-“ Daisuke said, not remembering where he was. Great, now JIMMY of all people knows he’s in here.
Jimmy arched an eyebrow. “Daisuke, huh? Didn’t know you two were that close.” Jimmy smiled behind the door.
“Thats…not even what it is Jimmy.” You tried to say in a collected tone. “Uh huh. You two just keep it down in there. I need my eight hours.” You rolled your eyes, knowing that he probably spent those eight hours planning world domination or some stupid shit like that. Hopefully he doesn’t tell anyone. You’d be so unbelievably cooked.
“Anyway…” You looked towards Daisuke, who shot you the same nervous look. “I completely forgot you’re technically…not… supposed to be in here.” “Oh yeah. You think Jimmy’s gonna tell Captain Curly?” “Probably not, but he’ll definitely hang it over our heads in the morning.” You sighed. Jimmy finding out about your shenanigans was basically like someone finding a secret vault with millions of dollars in it.
“At least we weren’t doing what we did earlier…right?” “Yeah, but you have to get rid of that photo, that’s definitely a piece of evidence.” Daisuke tucked the photo in the pocket of his pajama shorts. “Right. No evidence.” You nodded. Ugh, you couldn’t do anything without at least one crew mate finding out. This sucked.
Now that you have to be quiet and everything, you looked at Daisuke, silently wanting him to think of some other shenanigans you can do until your high wears off.
“We could take another hit…maybe..”
“Oh fine, whatever.” Damn, that was even faster than last time. “But only one.” “Awww, that won’t do anything! Can I take at LEAST 3?” Daisuke said with his pretty-please-puppy eyes, his lips forming into a pout. You’d never admit how much this was working on you. Just LOOK at him, who could resist that face? “2. Deal or no deal?” “Oh, definitely deal. A maybe another kiss after that?” “Damn it, fine. But we HAAAVE to be quiet.” You walked over to your bed, taking the pen back from your pillowcase and chucking it in his direction.
“Remember, stay quiet. If you cough, I might have to smother you.”
And oh, you were quiet. Quiet under your blanket with his hands around your waist and your tongue soothing the marks on his neck. I guess when two people get bored, they just start kissing each other with reckless abandon. Daisuke was too faded to even realize how much of a crush he has on you, and how each kiss made him realize how much he wanted to have his much fun every night.
‘Shhh, they’re…they’re gonna hear us.” “You whisper, placing your lips onto Daisuke’s to stop him from getting too loud. He reciprocated the kiss, letting his hands glide up the small of your waist. You were more or less a pothead, now and then dabbling in the art of smoking, so you knew how to keep some semblance of composure. Daisuke, on the other hand, was somewhere else completely. He probably couldn’t see two inches in front of him.
The rest of the night was slow and sensual, hugging and cuddling and kissing until you both fell asleep in each other’s arms. How romantic! As you drifted off, you looked into Daisuke’s reddened eyes, wondering if he’d still be up there when he wakes up. At this rate; probably.
“You should probably make it back to your room, Dai.” You whispered to him.
“Mm…nah, it’s fine. I’m…fine here.” He moved closer to you, burying his head in your chest.
“Alright then. G’night, or, good morning I guess. It’s 2 AM.”
“G...’night.”