Grounded
(Frankie Morales/OFC/Javier Pena)
For my partner in crime, @meanderingcaptainswanmusings - a very belated birthday fic featuring Javier, Frankie, and the lucky OFC who gets stuck with them in an abandoned cartel safehouse for the night. Whatever will the three of them do to pass the time?
(hint: they're going to do her. this is porn wrapped in some semblance of plot. all 11,000 words of it)
Rating: E
grounded
“We’re leaving. Now.”
Agent Peña practically spat the words, hands planted firmly on his hips and standing almost toe-to-toe with his opponent in the argument that had been going on for the better part of an hour now to an audience of one. As if on cue, immediately following the words there was a clap of thunder from outside that was so loud it made her teeth rattle, and the machine-gun retort of the rain started up again.
“No we are fucking not!”
Captain Morales almost had to yell to be heard over the downpour, his arms crossed over his chest and his easy smile replaced with a heavy scowl. “I don’t know about you, Peña, but I sure as shit don’t have a goddamn death wish. Trying to take off now would be suicide.”
This is the best belated birthday gift ever! Alex, you are the brightest of gems! Nothing like a pervy threesome to pass the time in the jungles of Colombia, amirite?