wdw imagines/one shots

♫ boxcars ❤︎ zdh

every time you touch me
you remind me that i'm still alive
so promise me you'll never change
—pink sweat$

Genesis' POV

"Look," I say, pointing at the cat that had crawled out on top of the old boxcar. "He's basking." Zach laughs and pops another grape in his mouth.

"He's not going to be basking for long. The sun's going down, babe," he says through the mouthful of fruit.

"Zach, honey, babe, boo boo bear, sweetheart, dumbass. Don't talk with your mouth full. That's gross, baby boy," I tease. He simply throws a grape at me and I deflect it, sending it rolling off of the cargo box we are sitting on. Zach wanted to go somewhere adventurous but he doesn't want to get arrested, so we came to the abandoned train yard.

"You know you love me."

"That might be true, but I don't love you talking through crushed up grapes." I kiss his nose. He frowns.

"You missed," he pouts. I shrug and start packing up our food.

"Oops."

Zach pulls the Tupperware container from my hand gently, setting it to the side. I look up at him, confused until he plants his hands on either side of me, looks down at my lips, then back up at my eyes. He gently leans in and presses his lips to mine passionately. I lean into the kiss and sync my mouth to his. One of his hands travels up my side to the side of my face, his fingers tangling in my hair while his hand cups my jaw.

I lean back and Zach is on top of me now. He grips onto my hips, subtly starting to grind into me. I moan lightly into the kiss, which he takes as a signal to grind even harder. I entwine my fingers in his hair and tug a little bit.

It quickly dawns on me that he intends to fuck me in the abandoned train yard, so I say breathlessly, "Zach. We can't do this here."

"Why not, baby?" He whines as he moves his kisses from my mouth and down to my neck, leaving dark hickies on the side of my throat and along my collarbone.

"People can see us."

Zach pulls away from me and looks around, finding no one around for miles. He smirks.  "I don't see anybody, Gen."

"Can we just take this back to your place, babe?"

"The boys are home. Your place?"

I smile and nod. We both grab our little snack boxes and climb down off of the boxcar. While we're walking hand-in-hand to the car, I giggle as I notice Zach's growing tent in his pants. He groans, "Don't laugh at me. You did this."

"Oh yeah. That's totally my fault. Sure," I say sarcastically.

"Hell yeah it is. You're too damn hot. It's not even fair."

"You're one to talk."

"God, Gen." He stops walking and slams his lips against mine again, pushing me up against the nearest large, metal crate. After a few moments, we both pull away to catch some air.

"You really can't wait til we get home?" He shakes his head. "Ugh, you're so impatient, baby boy." I grab his hand and pull him into an nearby open boxcar.