The Locker Incident II

“Snake, are you okay?” Otacon called on the Codec, “Your heart rate is elevated, and there’s warmth around your… err… never mind.” His embarrassed voice disappeared as the Codec cut off.

If Snake could have afforded to laugh in the confines of the locker, he would have, but he was content to have just embarrassed Otacon. He looked at the poster in the locker before him, a poster of a geeky scientist masturbating. The resemblance to Hal was there, but not too apparent. Still, it was enough to set off secret desires in his mind that would keep him amused until Otacon arrived. Otacon had no idea what had aroused Snake, and the Sneaking Suit’s readings served only to pique his curiosity. Snake was sure he’d be straight over, and he wanted to be looking as hot and bothered as possible before then.

Otacon didn’t know that Snake wanted him; it was something that had developed over several months, perhaps even years, and Snake kept it in the deepest part of his mind. Even now, Snake couldn’t be sure those desires were reciprocated; that’s why he endeavored to subtly tease the scientist until he found out, and not make a move until then. And he was enjoying every second of it.

Snake pulled down his Seal uniform pants (taking the rubbery pants of the Sneaking Suit down with them) just enough to show his arousal. He wanted Otacon to open the locker to a very hot and steamy Snake. If Otacon wanted him at all, he wanted to be irresistible.

Grinning, he took his arousal in his right hand and began to stroke it, thinking of Otacon down on his knees, taking it all into his mouth. This was one of his favourite fantasies and it never failed to make him sweat. Soon, his hair was damp and ruffled, and he groggily wondered how much longer Otacon was going to take… He didn’t want the show to be over when Otacon arrived… he wanted to be caught in the act.

He worried that the scientist may have gotten into danger; but he had his stealth camouflage. Snake knew that if he worried, it would spoil the surprise, and he didn’t want to miss out on the best chance he’d had in ages.
He stroked his cock harder; the image of Otacon was driving him crazy. He wanted to know what that mouth would feel like wrapped around him. He knew he didn’t have much longer, and he couldn’t wait; the ache in his groin was unbearable. He hoped Otacon made it soon.

Otacon hurried along to the room where Snake was. He was supposed to be defusing bombs, not messing about! Unless he was injured, that would account for the high heart rate and the request to bring a ration to him… Otacon worried, despite trying not to. Still, it had sounded like arousal… Otacon hadn’t ruled anything out; he knew that Snake’s libido didn’t end when a mission started. He chuckled as he remembered the incident on the Discovery tanker where Snake had been masturbating to a poster. The minute Snake was off that Codec, Otacon had found within a strong desire to touch himself, despite being stuck in a small boat in stormy weather. He knew however that Snake would never be interested in him. He loved women, and so Otacon kept his desires between him and the sheets of his bed. He deactivated the stealth camo as he came close to the locker where Snake’s green dot showed up on the radar.

Snake’s head pushed against the back of the locker, eyes closed, he was too far-gone now to care. All he could feel was the pleasure flowing through him and into his arousal. He knew it was dangerous to be doing this on a mission, but somehow that made it all the sexier. Stifling a cry by biting his lip, he came, jets of his sticky seed shooting forcefully. He opened his eyes and saw Otacon staring at him with a wanting look which he quickly averted down to the stain on his shirt.

Snake thought he was going to die. He had come on Otacon! He didn’t know what to say, and his flushed face seemed to grow hotter until he was sure it was burning away. All Otacon could do was look innocent, and Snake wanted to ravish that look off his face and replace it with a look of pure pleasure.

Silence.

Snake took a deep breath, as if to speak, but no sound came out. Then he noticed Otacon’s eyes were on the poster on the locker door, and then they nervously darted back to contemplate the stain on his green shirt. 
As if in decision, he moved a finger down to touch the stain. He gathered a little of the liquid on his finger, looking at it with scientific curiosity. Snake could only stand and watch, his aching cock hanging out of his pants, his hair and face covered in sweat. At least he hadn’t wiped it off in disgust, that had to be something.

Otacon smiled, a sly, calculating smirk. Snake thought he was going to die, seeing such a look on the scientist’s face. He wasn’t prepared for what came next.

Otacon looked him directly in the eye and moved his finger up to his mouth, where he licked Snake’s seed from his finger with a lap of the tongue. Snake found himself growing hard again at the sight of it. And Otacon… wanted him? His mind was racing, darting in a million directions, but he didn’t have time to make the next move, as the usually shy scientist stepped into the locker and closed the door behind him.

Snake wanted him, then and there, and took Otacon’s lips into his own, passionately kissing him. A squeeze of his cock made him moan in surprise and he pulled away. He tapped his ear, realizing that Codec was the only safe place to have this conversation, in case there were guards around. He had to know if Otacon really wanted this…

“Otacon?” Snake said, testing.

“Snake… you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this. Don’t stop now.” Otacon begged, and Snake suppressed a moan as the scientist’s delicate fingers stroked all the way up his cock. Snake felt Otacon’s pants and found a satisfying bulge that only increased his arousal.

“All those months you’ve been wiggling that butt at me,” Snake said, “I thought you were teasing me… but I couldn’t be sure. Now you’re going to pay for it.” He grinned, and Otacon smiled.

“Okay, but one thing…” Otacon said nervously, “What I feel for you is more than just arousal and desire. If you don’t want to continue this after the mission, then tell me to get out of this locker.”

“I can assure you I feel the same,” Snake said, and cut his Codec. He engaged in a long, gentle kiss with Otacon to show him he meant what he said, and then worked on Otacon’s jeans, unzipping them to let his arousal slip out.
Otacon smiled. He knew what Snake was saying. There was plenty of time after the mission to share their feelings, but now, there were more urgent needs to be fulfilled.

Snake moved around and pressed Otacon against the back of the locker. A smile from Otacon said it was okay to continue, and Snake rubbed his arousal against Otacon’s. Otacon moved in close and Snake could feel his hot, heavy breathing on his neck. He had wanted him for so long, but knew it was probably too soon to go all the way, even though he wanted to ride that cute little butt and make it his own.

He was surprised when Otacon turned around and rubbed his ass against Snake’s arousal. Snake leaned in close and whispered, “If you keep that up, I won’t be able to resist taking you here and now.”

Otacon only increased his motions, and Snake knew what he was saying. Still, they didn’t have any lubrication, and he didn’t want to hurt Otacon.

As if Otacon could read his mind, Snake felt a bottle being pushed into his hand. He wanted to ask where Otacon had got it, but there would be time for questions later. He smothered his cock with the gooey liquid and set down the bottle. This would be noisy and highly impractical, but… what the hell.

Snake held onto Otacon’s ass and pushed slowly, gently kissing his back. Soon he was rocking into Otacon, driving his arousal deep into him. Otacon bit his lip to suppress a cry, and had an idea. He used his Codec to transmit his cries of passion to Snake, and Snake grinned and did likewise.

Outside in Strut H, Johnny grumbled. The guard duty was too long, and he’d had to rush off to the bathroom three times. He decided to check over by the lockers, and saw that the entire block of lockers was shaking… He worried and wondered if he’d been taking too much of his medication for his bowel problem. He stood outside the locker where Snake and Otacon were and decided there was definitely something going on. He reached out to open the door…

…and doubled over in stomach pain. He ran for the bathroom, and the shaking locker was forgotten.

Snake held Otacon close to him in the darkness. Their lovemaking had been amazing, and the afterglow of such vibrant passion made Snake not want to part with Otacon… but the bomb disposal was too dangerous, and Snake didn’t want Otacon in the same strut as him if he messed up.

They struggled to dress in the small space, and with a sad silence Snake kissed his scientist friend… lover, he noted. He squeezed his shoulders in silent reassurance, and looked through the slit in the locker. Replacing his headphones, he stepped out of the locker. Otacon turned on his stealth camouflage and followed soon after, taking refuge in Strut G until Snake finished disarming the bombs.

Johnny was at a loss to explain the white globs and the bottle of lube at the bottom of the locker when he returned. It had to be those damn guards at it again…