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There was no polite way to put this. Garrus needed to get himself off. And soon. His blood was on fire, adrenaline coursing through his veins. But those were the consequences of barely escaping an exploding volcano. Therum certainly was a new experience.
He cracked his neck, trying to figure out where to go. All he needed was a couple of minutes. The bathroom was out. Anyone could walk in there, and Garrus was not about to lock the door. The crew sleeping quarters wouldn't work. From what he researched, humans wouldn't appreciate someone masturbating in a shared space. Turians could care less. Long as you were quiet, you were free to do whatever you wanted in your bunk.
So where the hell could he go? Eight days. It'd been eight days since he joined the crew of the Normandy and hadn't had the chance to touch himself once. He'd been used to being able to pull up a porn vid in his own comfortable bed, in the privacy of his own apartment, rubbing one out before he drifted off to sleep.
Garrus checked his omni-tool; he had twenty minutes before the scheduled briefing, plenty of time. He took another sip of water and looked around the mess hall. And in a flash of genius, realized where he could go.
He moved quickly towards the elevator, heading towards the cargo bay. First shift was long over, so Ashley wouldn't be there. And Wrex was eating in the mess. If his luck held, the requisitions guy (Garrus really needed to learn his name) would be off shift as well.
The elevator doors opened and the cargo bay was gloriously empty. Garrus stalked over to his console and opened up the hatch to the mako. Taking one last look to make sure no one could see him, Garrus crawled inside.
The interior was dark and quiet, exactly what he wanted. He pulled down his light armor leggings to his ankles and his undersuit to his knees. Grabbing a towel from the floor, he settled himself into the spot he had vacated less than an hour ago.
Garrus thought about pulling up a vid, but this needed to be quick so he wanted both hands. Besides, he didn't want to risk anyone hearing in case someone walked into the hold. He took off his gloves and was ready to work.
His groin plates were loose, but not fully parted yet. Garrus closed his eyes and leaned his head back as far as his fringe allowed. Taking both hands, he started stroking the edge of his plates, letting the pressure build.
The plates parted almost fully, forcing Garrus to spread his legs slightly to accommodate them. His hands drifted to his sheath, his talons carefully massaging the delicate skin protecting his cock.
"Fuck," he moaned softly. Garrus always enjoyed this part, but he had a time limit. He wanted his talons on his cock. The usual sensation of fullness was there, so he was hard, just not out of his sheath. "Fuck, come on."
For a second, he wondered if he had become too dependant on vids. Happened to a lot of people. In his mind, he flipped through personal experiences, trying to settle on one that would suit his mood. His hands started pressing harder and he felt cool air brush over the head of his cock.
But then his mind wandered away from past trysts to this afternoon, fighting the geth armature. The bastard just didn't want to die. But between their tech attacks, all three squad members had them, the thing eventually broke down. Garrus remembered how Shepard threw out her arm with an overload attack, the confidence in the movement...
And felt his cock slide out completely.
"Damn it," he muttered. Shepard was the last person he should be thinking about right now. Garrus had never once thought of her as someone to have sex with - she was human, that'd just be weird. But in the privacy of his own thoughts, he could admit this. She was fucking sexy as hell on the battlefield.
Garrus took one hand and squeezed the base of his cock. The other hand drifted underneath, rubbing the part of the sheath protecting his balls. And he started to stroke.
He thought about the way Shepard moved as she fought. Movements controlled, even when dodging. How she was always poised, dealing with a charging krogan or emotionless geth. That assurance she had, knowing exactly what she was doing. He clung to that certainty of hers, thought of it as an anchor when he had been floundering in C-Sec before they met.
Heat was building in his groin and Garrus knew he was running out of time. He took his other hand and interlaced his talons, building up speed and pressure. His cock throbbed beneath his talons. His body tensed.
Fluid started dripping down from the tip of his cock as Garrus remembered the way she never looked back at him once during that last fight; Shepard had known he was there, holding his own and more importantly, watching her six. The liquid slicked his hands, allowing him stroke harder.
Thinking of the reverence on her face as they sat and cleaned their weapons sent him tumbling over the edge. He grabbed the towel and quietly came into it, feeling his orgasm course through his entire body. He held his breath as he took a few final strokes, wanting to make the feeling last as long as possible.
He slumped back into his seat, taking deep breaths. Once Garrus was recovered, he cleaned up quickly, knowing he only had a few minutes to right himself before the briefing. Armor was put back in place and the towel was handled carefully as he left the mako.
The towel was quickly thrown in with the laundry and he stopped by the crew floor to wash his hands. As he left the washroom, he saw Shepard step out of her cabin. Her hair was wet and his visor told him her heart rate and body temperature were slightly elevated.
Their eyes met and Garrus felt his neck flush just as a hint of redness tinted Shepard's cheeks. This certainly wasn't the same self-assured Shepard he saw an hour earlier. That Shepard would never blush. He nodded and decided against waiting for her at the stairs, instead taking them two at a time.
A few minutes later the briefing started. The confidence he saw on the battlefield was back as she spoke to Liara about the protheans. Garrus leaned back in his chair and watched her, deciding he wouldn't need vids as long as he was on the Normandy.