Blowing Off Steam Part 5
Author: k8matty
Title: Blowing Off Steam: Part 5
Pairing: Scout/Sniper
Rating: NC-17+
Summary: A fairly innocent Scout learns what the team does to 'blow off steam'.
Word Count: 1263
Authors Notes: Was going to abandon this fic after FailFiction.net took it down - but a few people messaged me asking me to finish, or at least post it elsewhere, so it'll keep going here. Possibly also on TF2chan if I ever figure out how to use that.
~*~
The last thing Scout could remember was running towards the base as fast as his feet could carry him to make damn sure that Sniper had respawned safe and sound.
Which is why Scout didn’t understand why he was now rousing in what felt comfortably like a bed, his skin tingling pleasantly, the distant hum of the Medi Gun in the background. Something warm was wrapped around Scout’s hand - it felt nice, and Scout made pleased little sound as he gripped it reflexively. A second later, it was yanked away and Scout frowned in sleepy annoyance, blinking his eyes open.
“Medic! He’s up!” A thick Aussie twang alerted Scout to who had spoken before his lids parted and Sniper’s concerned face swam into view.
“Ah! Wunderbar! You’re avake!” Medic smiled, switching off the Medi Gun. Scout didn’t respond to Medic, too distracted by Sniper’s presence. The last time Scout had seen Sniper, the man had been little more than a mess of blood and pulp on the desert floor. “How are you?” Scout asked tentatively.
“How do you think he is? He was shot in the head by a rocket!” Medic sounded disconcertingly excited by the fact. “But as you can see, respawn was successful and our bushman friend here is more than fit to return to duty.”
Scout sighed in relief and Sniper offered Scout a crooked smile. Scout returned it, before looking down shyly. That’s when Scout noticed his state of undress, save for a thin sheet placed over his waist for modesty. “So, why am I in here? And um… naked?”
Sniper looked away guiltily. Scout wondered how long Sniper had been in the room for, and then felt his stomach swoop as he noticed the way Sniper’s hand kept fidgeting and realised what that warm sensation on his own hand had been.
“You were very badly burned!” Medic informed Scout. From the delight in Medic’s tone, one might have thought he was informing Scout that it was his birthday. “You collapsed near respawn and fortunately Sniper was zere to bring you to me.”
Scout blushed - it seemed Sniper would never be done saving him. Scout waited for the inevitable embarrassment, the annoyance that usually accompanied the feeling of needing to be ‘looked after’, but instead of feeling humiliated at having been saved twice in one day, it felt… nice.
Scout could get used to being looked after by Sniper.
“Thanks,” Scout mumbled. “For… well, for everything.”
Sniper nodded uncomfortably. Neither of them would mention the gravity of Sniper’s sacrifice - respawn was convenient and all, but only those who had gone through it understood it’s unpleasant nature. When offered the choice between respawning or limping back to base with their injuries, every team member would pick hours of agony over the existential horror of death and rebirth every time.
Fighters didn’t talk about such things, but dying was scary. And it never got easier.
“So, if I’m healed, can I go?” Scout had been conscious for barely two minutes and already he was feeling hyperactive, yearning to leave the medical wing and go for a run or something.
“Not yet. Scout, have you been eating und sleeping normally?” Medic asked, scanning Scout’s file with a little frown.
Scout shrugged. “Sure, I guess.”
Medic pursed his lips disbelievingly. “I gave you a physical vhile you vere unconscious,” he said brazenly, as though the potential ethical violations of examining a sleeping patient were of little consequence. “You seem to have lost a significant amount of veight in the past few days.”
Scout shrugged. That didn’t sound too bad. “Didn’t mean to. Guess I just forgot to eat.” Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t really had a decent meal since… since before the drinking night, Scout realised.
“Last night, you mentioned you veren’t getting much sleep,” Medic added, making Sniper’s hands curls into fists as he remembered the circumstances under which Scout had revealed that information, when Medic had been shirtless and predatory and trying to lure Scout into a threesome with himself and his 300 pound lover. “Did you get a good night’s sleep last night?” Medic continued, heedless of the daggers Sniper was glaring from under the brim of his hat.
Scout shrugged again, but didn’t answer. No, he had not. His nightmare had come on early in the night, and Scout rarely managed to get back to sleep after a bad dream.
“So I ain’t been eating much or sleeping normal.” Scout huffed, crossing his arms petulantly. “Big deal.”
Medic sighed irritably. “Yes Scout, it is a big deal. Running, fighting and respawning on an empty stomach and no rest, its no vunder you collapsed. Your body can only take so much punishment, and conveniences like respawn and the Medi Gun are not substitutes for proper rest and nutrition!”
A distant wail alerted Medic to the fact that he still had other patients to attend to.
“Sniper, if it’s not too much trouble, vould you mind making sure the boy eats something?” Medic asked the Australian, hoisting up his Medi Gun. He turned to Scout before leaving the office. “I’m afraid protocol requires me to keep you here for observation, since you technically fainted on the job. However, you should be fine after a night’s rest and a good feed. In future, please don’t hesitate to let me know if you need help vorking up an appetite. Or getting to sleep.” Medic added salaciously, giving Scout’s naked torso a good leer before leaving and closing the door behind him.
Scout’s ears were positively burning as he nibbled quietly at the sandwich Sniper gave him. Sniper had personally seen Scout drain a carton of milk in less than five seconds. The same young man was now pecking at his food like a sick bird.
“Lemme know if I’m out of line here, but that wouldn’t have anything to do with the not eating and not sleeping, would it?” Sniper pointed to the door Medic had just left to illustrate what he was talking about. “If he’s making you uncomfortable…”
“He’s not, really.” Scout said. “It’s more that… I’ve had a lot on my mind.” He hedged at the last moment.
Sniper chewed his tongue, debating whether to reveal his next piece of information. “You didn’t go with Heavy and Medic last night.” He said, by way of explanation.
Scout nearly choked on his mouthful. Sniper had seen? But of course, Scout thought wryly. There was little that the eyes of their highly-trained assassin didn’t see.
“I thought about what you said.” Scout tried to sound nonchalant about it, but Sniper detected some anxiousness in his tone.
“You’ve decided not to take them up on their offer?” Sniper pressed, noting the way Scout’s hands fidgeted uncomfortably with the food.
“Yes… no… I don’t know!” Scout’s voice rose in pitch and volume and he dropped his sandwich altogether. “The whole thing’s just stressing me out.” He finished on a small whisper.
Sniper’s curiosity peaked. He had suspected the boy was inexperienced, but the level of upset coming from him might have come from a nervous virgin. “Scout… you weren’t lying when you said you’d had sex, were you?” Sniper was prepared for Scout to be outraged by the question, but was surprised when Scout just shook his head, his eyes a little wet but frowning in resolution not to spill. He was a tough kid, Sniper thought to himself.
“No, I-I’ve had sex… once.” Scout said the last word so quietly that Sniper almost missed it.
“Once?” Sniper repeated dumbly. “As in, with one person?”
Scout bit his lip. “Once,” he repeated. “And only with one person. When I was sixteen.”
“You’ve only had sex once in your life?” Sniper breathed. The boy was practically green, and it disturbed Sniper how much that appealed to him.
Scout let out a harsh laugh. “Yeah, if you could even call it that. It shouldn’t have happened at all. I think I actually came out worse at sex than when I went in. It-it kinda put me off sex I guess, which I was fine with, but then…” Scout’s voice rose again, edging on hysterical. “…But then, suddenly I’m out here with you lot, and I find out everyone’s fuckin’ each other and now Medic’s all over me, and he’s good-looking and all but… but I don’t think I can handle all of this.” Scout’s eyes finally closed, and he dipped his head so Sniper couldn’t tell whether or not the tears welled in them fell.
“I’m just a stupid kid,” Scout muttered.
Sniper sat tenderly on Scout’s bedside. “No, you’re not.” Sniper said honestly. “I-I admit, I kinda thought you were, when you first came here. Now, I’d reckon you’re a great deal more mature than some of the supposed ‘men’ here.”
Scout looked up. Sniper wasn’t coddling him, or talking to him like he was a hysterical child. Knowing that he wasn’t being babied, Scout felt safe to go on. “It’s not that I don’t like the idea of sex, because I do. Maybe one day I’d even like to do the kind of stuff Heavy and Medic do.” Scout blushed pleasantly at the thought of having a roomful of people watch him and his lover. “But I’m not ready for that right now.” Scout sighed, toying with the sheet in his hands.
Sniper watched the boy carefully, admiration stirring in his chest. Scout, so raw and inexperienced, was without even knowing it showing a level of insight and maturity that Sniper had never demonstrated at that age. Hell, Sniper doubted he was insightful or mature now.
“Any idiot can dive in the deep end headfirst,” Sniper said, remembering with regret the mistakes of his own adolescence. “It takes a real man to understand his own limits, and to respect them.”
Scout sighed. “I don’t even know what mine are.”
“Which is why you should explore them with someone you trust, not the first couple to invite you into their bed.” Sniper bit his tongue before he added just how many people would kill to invite Scout into their bed. Just the sight of the boy sitting innocently shirtless was driving him wild, and Sniper shifted ever so slightly so Scout couldn’t see the effect he was having on Sniper.
“I don’t really trust anyone,” Scout said without thinking. “Cept you.”
The words were out of Scout’s mouth before he knew it, and suddenly there they were, hanging in the air between them.
“Would you… would you consider letting me be that person?” Sniper forced out of a suddenly dry throat, his heart beating loud enough to wake the dead.
The way Scout looked up at him in that moment was damn near enough to break Sniper’s heart - his doe-eyes open and vulnerable and trusting. This couldn’t possibly be the same smart-mouthed youth who cursed like a sailor at the dinner table and could bat a full set of teeth out of a man’s head without so much as a backwards glance. “I’d really like that.” Scout said softly. “B-but, I know we’d only be blowing off steam together.” Scout hastened to add; he didn't want Sniper to get the wrong idea and turn him down for fear that Scout would get too attached. Everyone knew Sniper was a private guy. He frequently proclaimed himself to be a loner, never looking for a relationship, and Scout didn’t want the Australian to think that by agreeing to guide Scout, he’d end up dealing with the trouble of a lovesick youth. “I’m not gonna go falling in love with you or nothing.” Scout explained, hoping it would be enough to get the Sniper to agree.
Sniper wasn’t prepared for the disappointed clench his heart gave at that. Well, good. He tried to convince himself. The kid’s setting boundaries. You like boundaries. Boundaries are good. Without them, things get… complicated.
Sniper nodded. “I’m never one to turn down an offer from a good-looking bloke.” He finally said, glancing unashamedly at Scout’s lean torso. Scout visibly perked up at the attention; Sniper noticed specifically which parts of Scout seemed to be perking up and couldn’t help chuckling. “After you finish your food and get some rest.” Sniper added sternly, putting Scout’s plate back in his lap, smiling when Scout obligingly finished his food. “And then, maybe tomorrow we can talk about what you’d be comfortable starting with.”
Scout swallowed a sip of water, biting his lip. “There was one thing I was hoping for… we could do it here-”
“Scout…” Sniper warned gently, not wanting his first experience with the boy to be under these circumstances.
“A kiss.” Scout blurted hurriedly sitting up in bed and shifting closer to Sniper. “I-I hadn’t been kissed since my girlfriend, and then I kissed you, but…” Scout looked uncomfortable. “You didn’t seem to like it very much.”
Sniper didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the absurdity of such a stupid statement. “I liked it plenty.” He assured the boy. “I liked it so much, I was worried that if I didn’t leave, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from taking advantage of you.” Suddenly, Scout noticed that Sniper was leaning towards him, intentions very clear. “And I’d really like to do it again.” Sniper murmured, cupping Scout’s almost hairless cheek with one rough hand, tilting Scout’s face upwards so that their lips met.
For a moment, Scout thought someone was using the Medi Gun on him again, but then realised that the warm tingling in his chest had nothing to do with medical technology and everything to do with the man kissing him. It was nothing like their drunk, sloppy first kiss. This kiss was softer, and almost chaste.
That is, until Scout started squirming and trying to mould himself against Sniper, his head spinning with heat and desire and hormones. Sniper pulled back, pecking his Scout gently on the cheek.
“Next time.” Sniper promised, greedily eyeing the tent Scout had made out of his sheets and resisting the urge to pull the covers back and feast on all the treats Scout’s body had to offer. “Get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
~*~
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Sniper closed the door to the Medical Wing behind him. The team would probably be at dinner, which Sniper had decided to miss. He doubted he’d be able to eat anything on top of all the butterflies in his tummy.
“You see? I told you ze boy would offer you anuzzer chance,” a lazy French drawl was suddenly disturbingly close to Sniper’s ear and he could only sigh in mild irritation as Spy materialised beside him, barely visible even then under his dark mask and suit.
“And where have you been, Spook?” Sniper asked. It occurred to Sniper that he hadn’t actually seen Spy since the battle; judging by the fresh dust on Spy’s suit, he’d only just come back to base. Sniper hadn’t even given Spy’s absence a thought, his mind too preoccupied with the burnt Scout’s wellbeing.
If Spy was at all hurt by Sniper’s lack of concern, he didn’t show it. “I was on ze other side of ze battle field near ze BLU camp. I wanted to catch zeir Sniper before he could crawl back to base.”
Sniper snorted, feeling not at all sorry for the death of his doppelganger. “Bet you enjoyed that.”
Spy smiled nastily in the darkness, his pearly teeth glinting and making him look like a Cheshire cat. “You of all people should know how much I enjoy ambushing a Sniper from behind.” Spy’s voice dipped to a growl just as his hand dipped down to paw insistently at Sniper’s rear. “Zat was a good fight. You know what a good fight does to me.” Spy husked, pressing against Sniper so the bushman could feel the evidence for himself before Spy pulled his lover in for a kiss.
Alarm bells sounded in Sniper’s head as the French tongue invaded his mouth; the same mouth that had been kissing Scout mere moments ago.
“You taste like ze boy again.” It wasn’t an accusation or a complaint. “Did you fuck him?” Spy didn’t seem at all concerned by Sniper’s potential activities with Scout, and for some reason, this made Sniper feel faintly ill.
“Look mate, we should…”
“Sniper did you get Scout to sleep?… oh.” Medic stepped around a corner, Heavy in tow. Both were now smirking knowingly at Sniper and Spy’s embrace.
“Ve can invite Sniper and spooky ghost man, yes?” Heavy growled into Medic’s ear, sending a pleasant chill down the German’s spine. Sniper’s cock gave a strong, involuntary twitch at the memory of being at Heavy and Medic’s mercy. Good grief, this isn’t fair, Sniper thought, biting back a moan.
Spy smirked and squeezed Sniper’s ass again. “I imagine zat would be pleasurable.” He purred, moving his hand in circles. Sniper cursed at his own physical reaction as he backed away from the thigh that had ended up nestled between his own legs.
“I-I reckon I’m gonna call it a night, guys.” Sniper said casually, even as his cock throbbed indignantly at Sniper’s refusal to indulge in his base desires.
“Leetle Scout vore you out?” Heavy chuckled. “Perhaps next time, da?”
“Yeah, sure.” Sniper agreed absently, just wanting to get back to his van for a wank as soon as possible. “Enjoy yourselves though.”
When Sniper reached his van, the first thing he did was shed his pants, sighing in relief as the constriction around his erection finally eased. He relaxed onto his bunk, pondering his situation. The man Sniper was currently involved with was right now having sex with two of their co-workers, and Sniper couldn’t even summon the slightest bit of rage or jealousy. He could only feel guilt, guilt that was completely unwarranted, since it wasn’t like he and Scout were in a relationship or anything. They’d only kissed! But oh, that kiss had set feelings alight in Sniper that he thought had burned out years ago.
Sniper groaned as thoughts of Scout consumed him. In the second before he gripped his length firmly and set his hand to work, Sniper allowed himself a moment to wonder how his personal life had become so incredibly fucked up.
~*~
Scout shifted uncomfortably, whining when his cock caught some friction against the sheets. This was impossible. No matter how exhausted Medic said he was, Scout couldn’t sleep. The past half-hour kept playing over and over in Scout’s mind, and even when Scout tried to clear his head and get some rest, all he could think about then were Sniper’s lips on his, and the feeling of those wonderfully rough hands on his face, how those same hands might feel touching every inch of Scout’s naked body and Christ how in the hell was Scout supposed to get any sleep when thoughts like that kept popping in to his head, making him hard as a rock?
Scout whimpered as his groin tightened in excitement. Could he do it? Could he really jerk off in the middle of the Medical Wing? No one else was around… and anyway, how else was he supposed to get any sleep?
Scout could feel his heart beating in his throat as he slowly inched one hand under the covers, keeping both eyes on the door as though someone were about to burst through and scream “AHA!”
Sighing in relief, Scout closed one hand around his dick, gritting his teeth as he tugged the foreskin over his shaft, massaging himself. He was so aroused; it only took a couple of strokes before he was fully at attention.
Usually when Scout did this, he liked to construct fantasies, stories to be played out in his mind as he touched and tugged and squeezed himself to completion. He was too frantic now to think of some scenario or specific action, all he could think about was Sniper and being allowed to touch him and kiss him again. Just the memory of kissing Sniper made Scout buck his hips, yelping as precome dribbled down onto his fingers.
Scout wondered whether Sniper was alone right now, or whether he had sought out another teammate for the night. The latter notion made Scout’s stomach roll, but some part of Scout had a feeling that Sniper had gone back to his trailer alone. Call it faith.
Scout quickened his pace, too hot and needy to enjoy a more leisurely exploration, and wanting to come before he heard footsteps coming down the hallway. Both of Scout’s hands were at work now, one flying rapidly over his cock and the other reaching below to toy with Scout’s testicles. Scout rubbed two fingers into the spot just under his balls as the tension in his groin came impossibly close to breaking point, the way it always felt right before he…
“Oh fuck,” Scout babbled into the night air, “Oh fuck, Sniper….”
A sudden thought struck Scout like a lightning bolt - did Sniper ever think of Scout when he did this? Perhaps, if he had gone home alone, was he doing it now?
That thought was all Scout needed to push him hard over the edge and then he was coming, turning his head to the side to silence his groans of pleasure with his pillow. Scout kept milking himself until his contractions slowed, and then all he could do was lay down, messy and sticky and sated, while his cock lay flat against his belly, youth stubbornly preventing him from going soft straight away.
Scout wondered whether the next time he came would be at Sniper’s touch.
Part 6
Title: Blowing Off Steam: Part 5
Pairing: Scout/Sniper
Rating: NC-17+
Summary: A fairly innocent Scout learns what the team does to 'blow off steam'.
Word Count: 1263
Authors Notes: Was going to abandon this fic after FailFiction.net took it down - but a few people messaged me asking me to finish, or at least post it elsewhere, so it'll keep going here. Possibly also on TF2chan if I ever figure out how to use that.
~*~
The last thing Scout could remember was running towards the base as fast as his feet could carry him to make damn sure that Sniper had respawned safe and sound.
Which is why Scout didn’t understand why he was now rousing in what felt comfortably like a bed, his skin tingling pleasantly, the distant hum of the Medi Gun in the background. Something warm was wrapped around Scout’s hand - it felt nice, and Scout made pleased little sound as he gripped it reflexively. A second later, it was yanked away and Scout frowned in sleepy annoyance, blinking his eyes open.
“Medic! He’s up!” A thick Aussie twang alerted Scout to who had spoken before his lids parted and Sniper’s concerned face swam into view.
“Ah! Wunderbar! You’re avake!” Medic smiled, switching off the Medi Gun. Scout didn’t respond to Medic, too distracted by Sniper’s presence. The last time Scout had seen Sniper, the man had been little more than a mess of blood and pulp on the desert floor. “How are you?” Scout asked tentatively.
“How do you think he is? He was shot in the head by a rocket!” Medic sounded disconcertingly excited by the fact. “But as you can see, respawn was successful and our bushman friend here is more than fit to return to duty.”
Scout sighed in relief and Sniper offered Scout a crooked smile. Scout returned it, before looking down shyly. That’s when Scout noticed his state of undress, save for a thin sheet placed over his waist for modesty. “So, why am I in here? And um… naked?”
Sniper looked away guiltily. Scout wondered how long Sniper had been in the room for, and then felt his stomach swoop as he noticed the way Sniper’s hand kept fidgeting and realised what that warm sensation on his own hand had been.
“You were very badly burned!” Medic informed Scout. From the delight in Medic’s tone, one might have thought he was informing Scout that it was his birthday. “You collapsed near respawn and fortunately Sniper was zere to bring you to me.”
Scout blushed - it seemed Sniper would never be done saving him. Scout waited for the inevitable embarrassment, the annoyance that usually accompanied the feeling of needing to be ‘looked after’, but instead of feeling humiliated at having been saved twice in one day, it felt… nice.
Scout could get used to being looked after by Sniper.
“Thanks,” Scout mumbled. “For… well, for everything.”
Sniper nodded uncomfortably. Neither of them would mention the gravity of Sniper’s sacrifice - respawn was convenient and all, but only those who had gone through it understood it’s unpleasant nature. When offered the choice between respawning or limping back to base with their injuries, every team member would pick hours of agony over the existential horror of death and rebirth every time.
Fighters didn’t talk about such things, but dying was scary. And it never got easier.
“So, if I’m healed, can I go?” Scout had been conscious for barely two minutes and already he was feeling hyperactive, yearning to leave the medical wing and go for a run or something.
“Not yet. Scout, have you been eating und sleeping normally?” Medic asked, scanning Scout’s file with a little frown.
Scout shrugged. “Sure, I guess.”
Medic pursed his lips disbelievingly. “I gave you a physical vhile you vere unconscious,” he said brazenly, as though the potential ethical violations of examining a sleeping patient were of little consequence. “You seem to have lost a significant amount of veight in the past few days.”
Scout shrugged. That didn’t sound too bad. “Didn’t mean to. Guess I just forgot to eat.” Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t really had a decent meal since… since before the drinking night, Scout realised.
“Last night, you mentioned you veren’t getting much sleep,” Medic added, making Sniper’s hands curls into fists as he remembered the circumstances under which Scout had revealed that information, when Medic had been shirtless and predatory and trying to lure Scout into a threesome with himself and his 300 pound lover. “Did you get a good night’s sleep last night?” Medic continued, heedless of the daggers Sniper was glaring from under the brim of his hat.
Scout shrugged again, but didn’t answer. No, he had not. His nightmare had come on early in the night, and Scout rarely managed to get back to sleep after a bad dream.
“So I ain’t been eating much or sleeping normal.” Scout huffed, crossing his arms petulantly. “Big deal.”
Medic sighed irritably. “Yes Scout, it is a big deal. Running, fighting and respawning on an empty stomach and no rest, its no vunder you collapsed. Your body can only take so much punishment, and conveniences like respawn and the Medi Gun are not substitutes for proper rest and nutrition!”
A distant wail alerted Medic to the fact that he still had other patients to attend to.
“Sniper, if it’s not too much trouble, vould you mind making sure the boy eats something?” Medic asked the Australian, hoisting up his Medi Gun. He turned to Scout before leaving the office. “I’m afraid protocol requires me to keep you here for observation, since you technically fainted on the job. However, you should be fine after a night’s rest and a good feed. In future, please don’t hesitate to let me know if you need help vorking up an appetite. Or getting to sleep.” Medic added salaciously, giving Scout’s naked torso a good leer before leaving and closing the door behind him.
Scout’s ears were positively burning as he nibbled quietly at the sandwich Sniper gave him. Sniper had personally seen Scout drain a carton of milk in less than five seconds. The same young man was now pecking at his food like a sick bird.
“Lemme know if I’m out of line here, but that wouldn’t have anything to do with the not eating and not sleeping, would it?” Sniper pointed to the door Medic had just left to illustrate what he was talking about. “If he’s making you uncomfortable…”
“He’s not, really.” Scout said. “It’s more that… I’ve had a lot on my mind.” He hedged at the last moment.
Sniper chewed his tongue, debating whether to reveal his next piece of information. “You didn’t go with Heavy and Medic last night.” He said, by way of explanation.
Scout nearly choked on his mouthful. Sniper had seen? But of course, Scout thought wryly. There was little that the eyes of their highly-trained assassin didn’t see.
“I thought about what you said.” Scout tried to sound nonchalant about it, but Sniper detected some anxiousness in his tone.
“You’ve decided not to take them up on their offer?” Sniper pressed, noting the way Scout’s hands fidgeted uncomfortably with the food.
“Yes… no… I don’t know!” Scout’s voice rose in pitch and volume and he dropped his sandwich altogether. “The whole thing’s just stressing me out.” He finished on a small whisper.
Sniper’s curiosity peaked. He had suspected the boy was inexperienced, but the level of upset coming from him might have come from a nervous virgin. “Scout… you weren’t lying when you said you’d had sex, were you?” Sniper was prepared for Scout to be outraged by the question, but was surprised when Scout just shook his head, his eyes a little wet but frowning in resolution not to spill. He was a tough kid, Sniper thought to himself.
“No, I-I’ve had sex… once.” Scout said the last word so quietly that Sniper almost missed it.
“Once?” Sniper repeated dumbly. “As in, with one person?”
Scout bit his lip. “Once,” he repeated. “And only with one person. When I was sixteen.”
“You’ve only had sex once in your life?” Sniper breathed. The boy was practically green, and it disturbed Sniper how much that appealed to him.
Scout let out a harsh laugh. “Yeah, if you could even call it that. It shouldn’t have happened at all. I think I actually came out worse at sex than when I went in. It-it kinda put me off sex I guess, which I was fine with, but then…” Scout’s voice rose again, edging on hysterical. “…But then, suddenly I’m out here with you lot, and I find out everyone’s fuckin’ each other and now Medic’s all over me, and he’s good-looking and all but… but I don’t think I can handle all of this.” Scout’s eyes finally closed, and he dipped his head so Sniper couldn’t tell whether or not the tears welled in them fell.
“I’m just a stupid kid,” Scout muttered.
Sniper sat tenderly on Scout’s bedside. “No, you’re not.” Sniper said honestly. “I-I admit, I kinda thought you were, when you first came here. Now, I’d reckon you’re a great deal more mature than some of the supposed ‘men’ here.”
Scout looked up. Sniper wasn’t coddling him, or talking to him like he was a hysterical child. Knowing that he wasn’t being babied, Scout felt safe to go on. “It’s not that I don’t like the idea of sex, because I do. Maybe one day I’d even like to do the kind of stuff Heavy and Medic do.” Scout blushed pleasantly at the thought of having a roomful of people watch him and his lover. “But I’m not ready for that right now.” Scout sighed, toying with the sheet in his hands.
Sniper watched the boy carefully, admiration stirring in his chest. Scout, so raw and inexperienced, was without even knowing it showing a level of insight and maturity that Sniper had never demonstrated at that age. Hell, Sniper doubted he was insightful or mature now.
“Any idiot can dive in the deep end headfirst,” Sniper said, remembering with regret the mistakes of his own adolescence. “It takes a real man to understand his own limits, and to respect them.”
Scout sighed. “I don’t even know what mine are.”
“Which is why you should explore them with someone you trust, not the first couple to invite you into their bed.” Sniper bit his tongue before he added just how many people would kill to invite Scout into their bed. Just the sight of the boy sitting innocently shirtless was driving him wild, and Sniper shifted ever so slightly so Scout couldn’t see the effect he was having on Sniper.
“I don’t really trust anyone,” Scout said without thinking. “Cept you.”
The words were out of Scout’s mouth before he knew it, and suddenly there they were, hanging in the air between them.
“Would you… would you consider letting me be that person?” Sniper forced out of a suddenly dry throat, his heart beating loud enough to wake the dead.
The way Scout looked up at him in that moment was damn near enough to break Sniper’s heart - his doe-eyes open and vulnerable and trusting. This couldn’t possibly be the same smart-mouthed youth who cursed like a sailor at the dinner table and could bat a full set of teeth out of a man’s head without so much as a backwards glance. “I’d really like that.” Scout said softly. “B-but, I know we’d only be blowing off steam together.” Scout hastened to add; he didn't want Sniper to get the wrong idea and turn him down for fear that Scout would get too attached. Everyone knew Sniper was a private guy. He frequently proclaimed himself to be a loner, never looking for a relationship, and Scout didn’t want the Australian to think that by agreeing to guide Scout, he’d end up dealing with the trouble of a lovesick youth. “I’m not gonna go falling in love with you or nothing.” Scout explained, hoping it would be enough to get the Sniper to agree.
Sniper wasn’t prepared for the disappointed clench his heart gave at that. Well, good. He tried to convince himself. The kid’s setting boundaries. You like boundaries. Boundaries are good. Without them, things get… complicated.
Sniper nodded. “I’m never one to turn down an offer from a good-looking bloke.” He finally said, glancing unashamedly at Scout’s lean torso. Scout visibly perked up at the attention; Sniper noticed specifically which parts of Scout seemed to be perking up and couldn’t help chuckling. “After you finish your food and get some rest.” Sniper added sternly, putting Scout’s plate back in his lap, smiling when Scout obligingly finished his food. “And then, maybe tomorrow we can talk about what you’d be comfortable starting with.”
Scout swallowed a sip of water, biting his lip. “There was one thing I was hoping for… we could do it here-”
“Scout…” Sniper warned gently, not wanting his first experience with the boy to be under these circumstances.
“A kiss.” Scout blurted hurriedly sitting up in bed and shifting closer to Sniper. “I-I hadn’t been kissed since my girlfriend, and then I kissed you, but…” Scout looked uncomfortable. “You didn’t seem to like it very much.”
Sniper didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the absurdity of such a stupid statement. “I liked it plenty.” He assured the boy. “I liked it so much, I was worried that if I didn’t leave, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from taking advantage of you.” Suddenly, Scout noticed that Sniper was leaning towards him, intentions very clear. “And I’d really like to do it again.” Sniper murmured, cupping Scout’s almost hairless cheek with one rough hand, tilting Scout’s face upwards so that their lips met.
For a moment, Scout thought someone was using the Medi Gun on him again, but then realised that the warm tingling in his chest had nothing to do with medical technology and everything to do with the man kissing him. It was nothing like their drunk, sloppy first kiss. This kiss was softer, and almost chaste.
That is, until Scout started squirming and trying to mould himself against Sniper, his head spinning with heat and desire and hormones. Sniper pulled back, pecking his Scout gently on the cheek.
“Next time.” Sniper promised, greedily eyeing the tent Scout had made out of his sheets and resisting the urge to pull the covers back and feast on all the treats Scout’s body had to offer. “Get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
~*~
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Sniper closed the door to the Medical Wing behind him. The team would probably be at dinner, which Sniper had decided to miss. He doubted he’d be able to eat anything on top of all the butterflies in his tummy.
“You see? I told you ze boy would offer you anuzzer chance,” a lazy French drawl was suddenly disturbingly close to Sniper’s ear and he could only sigh in mild irritation as Spy materialised beside him, barely visible even then under his dark mask and suit.
“And where have you been, Spook?” Sniper asked. It occurred to Sniper that he hadn’t actually seen Spy since the battle; judging by the fresh dust on Spy’s suit, he’d only just come back to base. Sniper hadn’t even given Spy’s absence a thought, his mind too preoccupied with the burnt Scout’s wellbeing.
If Spy was at all hurt by Sniper’s lack of concern, he didn’t show it. “I was on ze other side of ze battle field near ze BLU camp. I wanted to catch zeir Sniper before he could crawl back to base.”
Sniper snorted, feeling not at all sorry for the death of his doppelganger. “Bet you enjoyed that.”
Spy smiled nastily in the darkness, his pearly teeth glinting and making him look like a Cheshire cat. “You of all people should know how much I enjoy ambushing a Sniper from behind.” Spy’s voice dipped to a growl just as his hand dipped down to paw insistently at Sniper’s rear. “Zat was a good fight. You know what a good fight does to me.” Spy husked, pressing against Sniper so the bushman could feel the evidence for himself before Spy pulled his lover in for a kiss.
Alarm bells sounded in Sniper’s head as the French tongue invaded his mouth; the same mouth that had been kissing Scout mere moments ago.
“You taste like ze boy again.” It wasn’t an accusation or a complaint. “Did you fuck him?” Spy didn’t seem at all concerned by Sniper’s potential activities with Scout, and for some reason, this made Sniper feel faintly ill.
“Look mate, we should…”
“Sniper did you get Scout to sleep?… oh.” Medic stepped around a corner, Heavy in tow. Both were now smirking knowingly at Sniper and Spy’s embrace.
“Ve can invite Sniper and spooky ghost man, yes?” Heavy growled into Medic’s ear, sending a pleasant chill down the German’s spine. Sniper’s cock gave a strong, involuntary twitch at the memory of being at Heavy and Medic’s mercy. Good grief, this isn’t fair, Sniper thought, biting back a moan.
Spy smirked and squeezed Sniper’s ass again. “I imagine zat would be pleasurable.” He purred, moving his hand in circles. Sniper cursed at his own physical reaction as he backed away from the thigh that had ended up nestled between his own legs.
“I-I reckon I’m gonna call it a night, guys.” Sniper said casually, even as his cock throbbed indignantly at Sniper’s refusal to indulge in his base desires.
“Leetle Scout vore you out?” Heavy chuckled. “Perhaps next time, da?”
“Yeah, sure.” Sniper agreed absently, just wanting to get back to his van for a wank as soon as possible. “Enjoy yourselves though.”
When Sniper reached his van, the first thing he did was shed his pants, sighing in relief as the constriction around his erection finally eased. He relaxed onto his bunk, pondering his situation. The man Sniper was currently involved with was right now having sex with two of their co-workers, and Sniper couldn’t even summon the slightest bit of rage or jealousy. He could only feel guilt, guilt that was completely unwarranted, since it wasn’t like he and Scout were in a relationship or anything. They’d only kissed! But oh, that kiss had set feelings alight in Sniper that he thought had burned out years ago.
Sniper groaned as thoughts of Scout consumed him. In the second before he gripped his length firmly and set his hand to work, Sniper allowed himself a moment to wonder how his personal life had become so incredibly fucked up.
~*~
Scout shifted uncomfortably, whining when his cock caught some friction against the sheets. This was impossible. No matter how exhausted Medic said he was, Scout couldn’t sleep. The past half-hour kept playing over and over in Scout’s mind, and even when Scout tried to clear his head and get some rest, all he could think about then were Sniper’s lips on his, and the feeling of those wonderfully rough hands on his face, how those same hands might feel touching every inch of Scout’s naked body and Christ how in the hell was Scout supposed to get any sleep when thoughts like that kept popping in to his head, making him hard as a rock?
Scout whimpered as his groin tightened in excitement. Could he do it? Could he really jerk off in the middle of the Medical Wing? No one else was around… and anyway, how else was he supposed to get any sleep?
Scout could feel his heart beating in his throat as he slowly inched one hand under the covers, keeping both eyes on the door as though someone were about to burst through and scream “AHA!”
Sighing in relief, Scout closed one hand around his dick, gritting his teeth as he tugged the foreskin over his shaft, massaging himself. He was so aroused; it only took a couple of strokes before he was fully at attention.
Usually when Scout did this, he liked to construct fantasies, stories to be played out in his mind as he touched and tugged and squeezed himself to completion. He was too frantic now to think of some scenario or specific action, all he could think about was Sniper and being allowed to touch him and kiss him again. Just the memory of kissing Sniper made Scout buck his hips, yelping as precome dribbled down onto his fingers.
Scout wondered whether Sniper was alone right now, or whether he had sought out another teammate for the night. The latter notion made Scout’s stomach roll, but some part of Scout had a feeling that Sniper had gone back to his trailer alone. Call it faith.
Scout quickened his pace, too hot and needy to enjoy a more leisurely exploration, and wanting to come before he heard footsteps coming down the hallway. Both of Scout’s hands were at work now, one flying rapidly over his cock and the other reaching below to toy with Scout’s testicles. Scout rubbed two fingers into the spot just under his balls as the tension in his groin came impossibly close to breaking point, the way it always felt right before he…
“Oh fuck,” Scout babbled into the night air, “Oh fuck, Sniper….”
A sudden thought struck Scout like a lightning bolt - did Sniper ever think of Scout when he did this? Perhaps, if he had gone home alone, was he doing it now?
That thought was all Scout needed to push him hard over the edge and then he was coming, turning his head to the side to silence his groans of pleasure with his pillow. Scout kept milking himself until his contractions slowed, and then all he could do was lay down, messy and sticky and sated, while his cock lay flat against his belly, youth stubbornly preventing him from going soft straight away.
Scout wondered whether the next time he came would be at Sniper’s touch.
Part 6