“Just Sit. Still. God…” Gaz spoke in a harsh whisper, scoffing quietly as he looked away from you.

You and Gaz both got put on a mission together, but somehow it went horribly wrong. So now, your both stuck in a storage closet for the time being.

He had both of his hands on your hips, pressing you down to stop you from moving around or squirming. He was currently fighting the urge to just put his hand over your mouth to shut you up.