Metal Fever

"We can never use him, son," the old man said.

Hunter looked down at the hangar. It was enormous, large enough to fit the Jaeger. "But he's ready to go, Mr. Thomson. He's just sitting there."

"Metal Fever has cost us far too many Jaeger pilots already, son. Good men and women. Can't risk it, no matter how dire the circumstances might seem." Mr. Thomson spoke with his teacher's voice, since he was also running classes for the kids in the hangars.

"But Mr. Thomson, we have trainee pilots without a Jaeger. Imagine what we could do-"

"Hunter, no," Mr. Thomson said flatly. "Now, come on, it's time for class."

Hunter complained. Not just complained, he bitched and moaned. "Why do we need classes anyway? The world's about to end, the Kaiju are gonna kill us all anyway."

Mr. Thomson inhaled and said his usual thing, raising his injured finger, "No, son. As long as we're breathing, we're able to fight. And living on, carrying on with our lives is one of the many ways we can fight this scourge."

Hunter was bored at class. He was always bored at class. What good were math when a Kaiju could show up at any time and smash your entire life to pieces? Mr. Thomson was going on and on about what the 'x' is.

His mind wandered. His gaze fell on her, Seeker. She was the prettiest girl he'd ever seen, with her squinty eyes, a genetic trait, and her great butt. Hunter really liked staring at that butt during class, especially when she leaned forward on the desk in front of him just as she was now.

Mr. Thomson slappepd his hand on Hunter's desk and he started. "Easy solution, isn't it? Perhaps you, Hunter, could show the rest of the class how it's solved?"

"I-Uh... I wasn't paying attention, Mr. Thomson."

The entire class laughed. Seeker turned back to him and rolled her eyes, Hunter loved it when she did that.

"Of course you weren't," Mr. Thomson sighed, fixing his glasses. They had a very thin skeleton, almost invisible.

"What's the point of finding 'x,' when Pyrespitter can just roast your ass?" Hunter said, frowning.

"Language, Hunter," the teacher demanded.

Seeker raised her hand. "Can I solve it, sir?"

"Of course, Miss Seeker," Mr. Thomson said, stepping aside.

"Nerd," Hunter coughed as she stood up.

"Daydreamer," she taunted back and went on to woo the class with her knowledge of math.

They made out behind Metal Fever. "Are you sure nobody will see us?" she panted, disengaging her lips from his own for a second and then kissing his neck. She was sitting on his lap, facing him, her legs around his waist.

"Don't worry, nobody comes in here," Hunter assured her, finding his way with his hand under her t-shirt. These were the best boobies. They were the only boobies Hunter had ever touched, but they were the best, he was sure of it.

Seeker licked his ear and the hummed into it, sending tingles all over his body. "If someone sees us, that'll be the last of this," she said, grabbing his hand over her breast and squeezing it there.

"Oh, I'd never want to miss those," Hunter smiled, biting the other tip of her breast over her t-shirt. It was hard and had a nice, tiny tip.

Seeker moaned and shuddered under his touch, and then pressed his face on her chest, running her fingers in his hair.

Hunter sure did like the sensation of that cute little smothering. However, at some point he needed air, so he bit her.

"Ouch!" she slapped him.