Never again

Terry

-Smut warning !! They only make out and grind but just to be sure lol

Terry's backpack slumped off his shoulders as he sighs in relief. "Man, that was rough."

Korvo followed, putting his backpack down in a more careful and eased way. "It would've been more efficient and practical if you would just use a gun like the rest of us." he scoffed.

"Y'know I can't aim for shit." the tall man flopped onto the dusty abandoned bed. "Guns just don't do it for me."

Korvo rolled his eyes and sat at the other side. "Maybe you should learn. Jesse's already learning fast, why can't you ?"

Terry turned his body to face Korvo's. "Jesse's a smart kid alright. I'm just lazy ya hear me?"

"Would you rather have blood all over you every time we come back ? Look at you yo-you're a mess." Korvo groaned.

It was true. Blood and guts always splattered against Terry's skin and clothes from such close contact with infected. Terry does find it annoying but he couldn't bother the energy to learn an entirely new way of weaponry. Plus, he feels pretty badass after every encounter.

Korvo retrieved a small handkerchief from his coat pocket and turned to face Terry.

"Honestly, It feels like I'm taking care of 3 children here," he said as he gently rubbed the cloth against the others bloodied face. Korvo's tenderness was a rare thing to see. Although, he seems to be letting his guard down recently. Terry didn't complained. He just enjoyed the moments they had together.

He smiled and leaned into the soft rubs. Korvo took notice but only rolled his eyes once more and continued cleaning his partner's face. After a while of this, Terry looked up at the older man and hummed happily. "I like when you take care of me like this"

A bristle of blush dusted over Korvo's cheeks as he practically cupped Terry's face.

"Don't make it weird, Terrance"

Terry stayed quiet after that. He smiled as Korvo cleaned him up. It's been a while since someone's looked after him like this. Recently, he's felt more connected with the team leader. Like these moments were meant to be.

Once Korvo was done he put the handkerchief away but didn't pull away. "There, now try not to get dirty for at least an hour."

"No promises."

That should've been the end of it...but.

Neither pulled away nor said anything beyond that. They both began to stare at each other, waiting for the other to do something. Terry stared into the man's eyes feeling an intense longing. He wanted him. Ever since meeting him, he wanted him.

Fuck it. He can't keep teasing himself like this.

Before Korvo could even process it Terry was already connecting their lips.

The kiss was soft and warm. Terry only intended the kiss to last a second or two but to his surprise and delight Korvo's hands reached up to the sides of his face, essentially pushing him deeper into the kiss. Terry grabbed onto Korvo's shoulders pressing their bodies together as close as possible. He experimentally probed a tongue against his partner's lips and sighed happiest when accepted in.

The slow warm kisses quickly turned to a sloppy hot make out sesh. Terry reached an arm down to see if his theory was right and was proven correct. Korvo was as hard as a rock. korvo let out a soft moan into Terry's mouth who promptly swallowed the sounds up. touching soon turned to grinding as Terry pushed Korvo against the bed and rubbed his own hard on roughly against Korvos.

Korvo's hands grasped for Terry's hips, pulling him in more and more. He was burning up but he didn't care. This is the first time either of them had gotten this much action in a long while.

Finally, Terry broke the kiss and sat up. Korvo panted as he looked up at his partner with dreamy eyes. Eyes Terry had never seen on the man before. He felt two hands squeeze his hips in desperation. They held on firm and tight, and he loved it.

He looked down at his mission partner like he was both scum and the most amazing thing in this shitty world.

"Terry," Korvo uttered in almost a whisper.

Terry felt himself practically melt at his own name being said like that. He leaned down to kiss him more.

When suddenly.

BAM !!!!!!

What sounded like a gunshot echoed from the backyard and shook the whole house. They both froze. Were they being ambushed? Were infected coming to the house? Were people coming after them?

Thankfully, they didn't have to fester much longer.

"AH!! Goddamnit Jesse, you almost shot my eye out!!"

"Hey, it's not my fault you're so close to the target!!"

Terry hopped off of Korvo and their way towards the window. Korvo soon followed and saw that, thankfully, everything was alright.

From the window, Terry and Korvo could see their youngest, Jesse, holding a pump shotgun and arguing with her partner/non-official brother, Yumyulack, who was dangerously close to the red and white target they had set up not too long ago.

Though Korvo was glad they were all (mostly) safe he couldn't help but yell at them. 

"What have I said about you two shooting guns without my supervision!?" He yelled out.

"But me and Yumyulack were just trying to practice for future hunts and rescues. We just wanna help you guys, why are you angry with us??"

"Jesse was the one who came up with it, not me! I'm just putting up targets and helping her not shoot her own brains out. It's her fault for slowing us down!!"

They both protested simultaneously.

Korvo pinched the space between his eyes and yelled over both of them.

"Alright alright!! I'll come down there just put the damn gun down before we're down a teammate."

Jesse groaned and plopped the gun down to the ground. Yumyulack could be heard muttering a quiet "nice going, dumbass" to her.

Korvo sighed and walked toward the bed to grab his backpack. As he sling it over his shoulders he could see Terry still standing by the window, staring at him. After a moment of complete silence, Korvo finally piped up.

"That was a one time thing you hear me ?"

Terry blinked.

"This will never happen again," Korvo said sternly before exiting the room.

After the door was shut behind him he looked down at his pants. Crap. Why did Terry have to touch him down there so much? Why did he have to shove his tongue down his throat?

Korvo realized the more he thought about it the worse his..."situation" gets. As a solution, Korvo stuffed his thing into his pants line. It's uncomfortable but it works.

The older man rubbed his forehead slightly before heading downstairs to scold his two irresponsible children.