TITLE: A Guy Like Me and a Guy Like You

CHAPTER: 1, Time for Extraction

FANDOM: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

PAIRING: Ward/Fitz

AN: Plenty of swear words and adult situations, er, I mean, adult activity.

I'd secured my weapons, been debriefed by an unapologetic stone-faced Coulson, written up my report and found the anger about the news there were no plans for our extraction still simmering just under the surface.

Stepping out of the shower and throwing on some comfortable clothes, I had to admit, I'm just the muscle. I'm expendable. Guys like me were easy to find and train into S.H.I.E.L.D. I wondered how they could so easily lose a brilliant young mind like Fitz. It just didn't make sense. Why have us dismantle the tech and leave it behind? Wouldn't they just rebuild it? So they decided to leave us behind and what would follow? Torture and lingering death for me. For Fitz, it would be much worse. They would torture him for his secrets, then keep him alive to work for them. My anger grew at such thoughtlessness.

It's not as if I'm ungrateful. Against orders to the contrary, they eventually rescued us. That was a good thing about being a S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent. They talked a good game about regulations, secret information, and access levels. The reality was plenty of leeway during a mission.

What would Fitz and I have done if the Bus hadn't shown up? Two choices: Let them shoot us to avoid capture or run. Although there were plenty of places to hide in the warehouse behind us. Eventually, we'd have to make a run for it and with all that wide open country… Well, let's just say, I'd rather be shot looking my enemy in the eye, rather than in the back, running away.

Except for the leave-you-there-to-die part, that mission was all in a day's work for me. Fitz showed me more courage than I thought he possessed. More than just courage. He'd been calm and logical in a situation that was neither. Sky expressed her concern by punching me in the shoulder. I could call it childish behavior. The reality was she'd learned to compartmentalize her feelings long before joining S.H.I.E.L.D. Feelings have no place in our line of work. May simply nodded and Coulson ignored the entire episode. With nowhere to express my anger, I stuffed it down and went in search of Leo. How was he doing? Was he processing the Intel that today should have been his last day on earth?

I found him in his room, curled in a ball on his bunk.

"Hey, you okay?" I sat down on the only chair in the small cabin. What was wrong with him? He didn't look ill or upset. Just very flushed.

"Ward, I'm fine. Go away."

I was shaking my head before I even responded. "I won't leave you like this. Now, sit up and talk to me."

That time, all I got was a shake of his head, and he squeezed his eyes shut.

"Is it about the mission? Maybe we should talk about that. Personally, I'm mad as hell they planned to leave us behind. But it turned out fine. Please sit up, Fitz. Uh, you know I could make you sit up, right?"

With a groan Fitz rolled over and sat up. His arousal was evident under the soft fabric of the sweatpants. I couldn't take my eyes off it. Who knew the brainiacs had…never mind. I think I know what's wrong. He didn't move away when I slid the door closed and moved next to him on the narrow bed.

"That was a dangerous mission, Fitz. Mix danger, adrenaline, life-threatening situations, and the emotions and hormones churn. I promise it will get easier. You did great today." I heard my voice drop from matter-of-fact to a whisper, "Leo, why didn't you take care of yourself?"

"I tried…" and he squeezed his eyes shut again.

I had to smile at that. What was this naivete or did he imagine mundane things like sexual need didn't affect the smart folks? He was equal parts brilliant and hopelessly childlike. From the innocent need in his eyes to the respectable looking mound under his clothes. I put my hand out and after a moment he took it. I looked down into his eyes.

"Will you let me help?" A simple statement. He could take it any way he wanted, including kicking me out of his cabin.

"But... You're not... I'm not…"

"What we are is two men who almost died together this morning. Whatever happens between us here tonight, or does not happen, will stay between us. We never have to speak of it again."

I turned toward him, moved into his space, and he gasped. We never lost eye contact, and I swear, his body arched up toward me. There was no way I could leave him now. No extraction plan required.

"Show me?" I let the question drift between us on the breath we shared.

With his expressive blue eyes liquid with desire he turned my hand over on his groin and shuddered.

I let my hand move gently over him. He was big. My fingers flexed in anticipation. Then he pushed the sweat pants down quickly over his hips. Impressive. My fingertips stroked lightly down the ridgeline of his erection. While his hips jerked in response, red-gold curls tickled the backs of my fingers.

"Fitz, listen to me. I sense you're worried about whether this means you're gay, or I'm gay or whatever. This has nothing to do with any of that. It isn't even an issue. This is just you and me."

I let my fingers wrap around him.

"Look at me." When he opened his eyes, I leaned in and kissed him. For just a moment I twisted my tongue with his, then backed away.

When he was looking at me again, I held my right palm up to his mouth. Not that innocent, I thought, when he obediently spread our shared saliva on my palm. I reached for him, and his beautiful erection jumped into my hand. As I slid my hand gently up and down, he moaned and lifted his hips. He fisted his hands in the sheets, and his legs fell open.

"This world you're in now, Fitz," I whispered, my nose drifting over his ear. "Life and death are all that matters. We almost died today. What matters is that we live. In whatever time we have, we must live a life. So while I will tell you not to care and keep your heart hidden, we will share this moment."

I watched his eyes roll back in his head, and I knew he could no longer hear me. That was fine. Renewing my grasp, I pulled up on his shaft to gather more lubricant from the crown. Up and down. Up and down. The veins stood out like thick cords as his blood pumped, flooding his cock.

"That's it. Push as hard as you need to. Leo, you are so beautiful this way." And he is beautiful, with his golden skin over firm muscles, curly auburn hair and golden lashes over dark blue eyes. The scent of his aroused body, the sheen of sweat on his brow and chest assaulted my senses.

I held on while his body took over for him. Then he felt his shaft harden to stone in my hand. Arched like a taut bowstring, it needed only a second more to find its release. Leo was not a man who allowed himself this kind of emotional freedom. I wondered if he feared it. I ghosted my lips over his, "Come to me. Come…"

It happened in a rush of raw desire and primal release when he erupted into my hand. With my free arm around his back, I lifted him from the wall. His head turned, and his mouth found mine. I swallowed the scream, which had begun to form on his lips, with my mouth. A wild thought entered my distracted brain, I wanted to be naked with him, to feel his skin against mine. Taste him, touch him, know him, "Oh, Leo."

Against my shoulder, his breath came out choked and ragged. I held him, as close as my one arm could grip, against me until he recovered. When he could breathe again, he surprised me by not moving away. Then I felt his hands moving over me, his clever fingers seeking the opening of my clothes. I stopped him and brought his hands to my mouth to kiss his fingers. This wasn't the time or place for anything more.

"You don't have to do anything, Leo. Just relax."

"I... I..."

"Shh. Close your eyes, I will clean you up and then you will sleep. "After I had washed my hands and him, I covered him with a sheet. Before I could leave him, I had to taste those lips again.

"Good night, beautiful one." I whispered against his mouth and kissed him gently. He returned the kiss, which ignited my desire, lighting a flame of longing along my nerve endings. I wanted him. Not the stoic, May. Not the beautiful and, so obviously available, Sky. But this beautiful, brave genius, with the smooth pale skin, the golden lashes, and the surprisingly strong hands that tried to make me stay.

"Sleep," I whispered again and left him to his dreams.