Blowing Off Steam Part 6
Author: k8matty
Title: Blowing Off Steam: Part 6
Pairing: Scout/Sniper
Rating: NC-17+
Summary: A fairly innocent Scout learns what the team does to 'blow off steam'.
Authors Notes: Still uploading backups... blargh this takes forever.
Medic may be a perv, a weirdo and a thanatophile to boot, but Scout had to hand it to the doc - he’d been dead right about the benefits of a good night’s sleep and a decent breakfast. Scout felt more refreshed and energetic than he had in days, and it was doing wonders for his performance in battle.
“Nice work, kid!” Engineer hollered cheerfully, pleased that Scout had once again successfully defended his precious sentry. Scout flashed Engie a quick grin before his feet took flight. He was on fire today.
Every now and then, Scout caught a glimpse of a RED laser sight dot emitting from a shady window, and Scout had to resist the overwhelming urge to look up and smile at the assassin he knew to be hiding inside. Though they hadn’t really talked at breakfast, the smile that Sniper had given Scout over his morning coffee had been more than enough to set Scout at ease for the rest of the day. Hell, that smile had practically lit a fire under Scout’s ass. Scout couldn’t remember the last time he’d fought so well - or had this much fun in battle.
“Victory!” The announcer’s smug declaration was met with much cheering and exuberant celebratory gunfire from the RED team.
“That’s what I’m talkin’ about!” Scout whooped joyfully as he took off at top speed, searching for a defenceless BLU to pulverise for the sheer hell of it.
He was finally starting to feel like his old self again.
*
“Tha’ was bloody incredible today, laddie.” Demoman congratulated Scout as the RED team finally made their way back to base for a hot shower and some R&R. Today had been a steady string of victories, thanks in no small part to their newly re-energised Scout.
“Ah reckon Scout dominated more BLU’s today than the rest of y’all put together! Darn kid’s makin’ us look bad!” Engineer laughed, slapping Scout good-naturedly on the back.
Scout beamed; this was the first time his teammates had really praised their Scout for his efforts. Sure, they’d thrown the occasional ‘good job, kid’ his way, but they’d never really made Scout feel valuable, accepted or even liked. Until now, Scout thought happily.
“Welp, I dunno about you lot, but I’d say this calls for more’n a few beers.” Engie announced jovially, to a murmur of general agreement. “Five battles, zero defeats? If that’s not cause for celebration then I dunno what is.”
It was decided - tonight was a night of celebration. Demoman darted off to rustle up some of his infamous, quasi-legal moonshine and one-by-one the rest of the team departed from the locker-room, eagerly anticipating yet another drinking night.
Scout stayed behind, massaging lotion into the sore tendons of his ankles and feet so they wouldn’t tense up. He’d thought he was the last one left, until he caught a fragment of murmured conversation uttered in a low, sultry Texas twang.
“What d’you reckon, Solly?” Scout heard Engineer mutter to Soldier as they put their weapons away. “You much in the mood for celebrating?”
Scout had never heard Engineer speak in such a sensual tone - it sent a shiver up Scout’s spine and blood rushing to his face. His legs wobbled a little at Soldier’s growled response “Darn right I am. Nothing get’s a soldier’s blood pumping like the smell of victory.”
Scout swallowed, his head swimming and his pants beginning to get the slightest bit too tight. His hands fumbled as Scout started putting his shoes back on.
“Lookin’ forward to it, pardner.” Engineer intoned, shutting his own locker and turning around to see young Scout, cheeks illuminated by a pleasant blush, his eyes determinedly fixed on tying up a shoelace that was already tied up.
“Be seein’ you tonight, I hope.” Engineer said to Scout, his voice back to its usual affable quality. Scout jumped and glanced up at the pair, who were both smiling at him and looking no more or less friendly than usual.
Scout relaxed, grinning sheepishly to himself. After everything that had happened with Medic, he’d half expected Engineer to try something similar, and he felt a little foolish for expecting that kind of behaviour from the good-natured Texan. “Yeah, I’m coming. For sure.” He promised. He would be, too. He was even looking forward to it, Scout realised as his groin tightened at the idea of possibly seeing Engineer and Soldier… celebrating.
Tonight was going to be a good night.
*
“…so then, the first guy says ‘well, that’s not my ear canal either!’” Scout concluded, gratified when his teammates promptly burst into gales of drunken laugher.
“Ach, that joke was disgustin’.” Demoman hiccupped. “Tell us another one!”
Scout smirked, happy to oblige. He was having a really good time tonight, Scout realised as he launched into another dirty joke. After the drunken mess Scout had become at the last drinking night, he’d made a promise to himself to go a little easier on the alcohol from now on. Sniper had brought along some homebrewed beer to share, and the boy was finding it a lot easier to handle than Demoman’s moonshine. After mostly beer with only a couple of shots, Scout decided that getting drunk was a lot more fun when one was still coherent enough to laugh and talk with his teammates, as opposed to being slumped semi-conscious in a corner of the room.
“Ach, this mulch couldn’t intoxicate an infant.” Demoman slurred disdainfully at Sniper’s home-brew. “This is children’s booze!”
“How fortunate Scout is here zen.” Spy drawled, earning a glare from the youth.
“Suck my dick, Frenchie.” Scout retorted, swigging defiantly from his beer. Spy had been hovering around Sniper all night, and it was starting to get annoying. Emboldened by the alcohol, Scout lifted his leg and draped it casually over Sniper’s, his eyes glinting arrogantly at Spy, daring him to comment.
Spy smirked, impressed by the boy’s nerve. “Perhaps anuzzer time.” He drawled, standing and moving on from Sniper in pursuit of a different teammate to blow off steam with. Scout snickered at Spy’s departure, glancing sideways at Sniper only to see that the man wasn’t staring after Spy, but was instead looking down at Scout’s leg resting atop his own.
“M’I alright here?” Scout asked hesitantly, jigging his leg a little to indicate what he meant.
Sniper cleared his throat and nodded with a smile. “Yeah, no worries.” He answered. The warm weight of Scout’s leg wasn’t at all unpleasant, though the nature of the contact had caught Sniper a little off-guard. While Sniper had indulged in plenty of physical contact with the other men here, it had always been directly connected to sex. These little touches with Scout, simply there for the sake of contact, were… nice.
Sniper shook his head, taking another sip of his beer. He was definitely turning into a ponce.
Despite having promised to go easy on the alcohol, Scout still managed to fall on the drunk side of the fence, although at least he wouldn’t throw up on it this time. He and Sniper hovered just beyond the ruckus of the group, making pleasant drunk-conversation in the shadows. It wasn’t until Scout noticed that Sniper’s eyes kept shifting back to the group that Scout realised something was different.
The room had gotten quieter.
Scout turned to where Sniper was looking, his guts doubling over in an odd combination of nerves and jubilation. Even though he had fully expected it, his mouth still formed a surprised ‘o’ when he saw Engineer leaning in towards Soldier, one hand already firmly planted on Soldier’s muscular leg, clearly intent on staying right where it was.
A small gasp escaped Scout’s throat as Soldier and Engineer’s lips made contact. The energy in the room had changed from light-hearted merriment to heady expectation. The air itself seemed to tense and thicken with the knowledge of what was about to happen.
“Fookin’ finally.” Demoman grumbled from his position on the couch, whipping his semi-erect cock out without preamble. “I’ve had half-a-hard-on since eleven. Get on with it, then.”
Demoman’s thick Scottish jargon cut through the tension like a hot knife through butter, and the rest of the team no longer held still with baited breath as Engineer and Soldier rose from their seats and moved to an empty table. That table may as well have been a stage, for as soon as the pair reached it, they launched into action, kissing and groping at one another with a hunger that was as much for their audience’s pleasure as it was for their own.
Despite the spectacular show Engineer and Soldier were putting on, Scout found himself glancing around the room at his other teammates, not just the two who seemed to have taken it upon themselves to be the entertainment for the evening. Medic had cuddled up to Heavy, one rubber-gloved hand stroking Heavy’s clothed groin lovingly. Heavy’s own, meatier hand was carding absent-mindedly through his doctor’s hair with a tenderness Scout would have never expected from the big guy. Spy had settled next to Demoman of all people, and was eyeing the exposed black cock with mild interest as he savoured the embers of his dying cigarette before flicking it aside. Scout was shocked when Spy looked right up at him, winking slyly at Scout as he slipped one leather-gloved hand around Demoman’s erection, drawing a gasp from the inebriated Scotsman.
“Fuck,” Scout hissed, his hips jerking involuntarily. The movement went unnoticed by all but two teammates; Spy let a low chuckle and Sniper hardened in response to Scout’s excitement. The assassin was relieved that rather than appearing nervous or panicked, Scout looked nothing short of rapt.
“Not a bad looker, is he?” Sniper murmured to Scout, nodding his hat towards Engineer. Scout looked back up just as Engineer’s shirt was slipped over his head, revealing an impressive set of muscles, all dusted with a light sprinkling of body hair. Scout bit his lip, very aware of how much he was enjoying looking at those muscles, the body hair and even the thick, ruddy cock that sprung free and to attention once Soldier had removed the last of Engineer’s clothing.
“Fuck, this is so hot.” Scout blurted, stating the obvious.
“Yeah,” Sniper agreed hoarsely. Soldier had finally removed his own clothes, and Scout was utterly unable to tear his eyes away from the smooth, rock-hard planes of military muscle. Engineer dropped to his knees before his counterpart, running calloused, workman’s hands teasingly over Soldier’s pronounced abdominal muscles. Scout couldn’t contain the needy moan that escaped as he ran his eyes over those beautifully defined bumps.
“Scout likes muscled men.” Spy observed, his hand still on Demoman, but his eyes on the young Bostonian.
“Shut up!” Scout snapped, embarrassed by his outburst.
Spy shrugged, unconcerned as always by Scout’s rudeness. “I am not criticising, petit lapin. I enjoy ze firmness of a man’s body as much as anyone. Just ask Sniper here. Mon dieu, ze muscles zis man hides with zose tacky clothes, not to mention ze size of his…”
“Shut it, Spook.” Sniper warned. Scout snuck a quick glance towards Sniper’s clothed body, wondering if the man was really as ripped as Spy implied. As for the rest of him… Scout swallowed, not sure if he was nervous or excited to find out if Spy had been right about that.
Spy flashed Scout another covert wink before lowering his masked head and taking Demoman’s length in his mouth. The Scotsman groaned, his head falling back in pleasure in response to Spy’s expert ministrations.
“Doing okay there?” Sniper whispered to Scout some minutes later. Scout’s legs had ended up twisted around each other as though he was struggling to contain his excitement.
“Fuck yeah,” Scout breathed, watching Engineer suck greedily on Solider’s cock, the Texan seemingly enjoying it as much as Soldier was. “This is… this is awesome.”
Sniper leaned back again, pleased that Scout was handling himself, metaphorically speaking. Meanwhile, the rest of the team had taken to handling themselves in a far more literal sense. Medic, Heavy and even Pyro had all withdrawn their own erections, and were stroking themselves and one another languidly. Scout’s own hands kept drifting to his lap, then jerking away as though scalded.
Scout wasn’t ready to be sexual in public, Sniper observed keenly. But at least the boy didn’t seem to have any problem with watching anymore.
“Your turn, maggot.” Soldier grunted, pulling away from Engineer’s mouth and hauling the other man to his feet. As though it were routine, Engineer hoisted himself onto the table and lay back with his legs splayed wide open, all traces of modesty having been left at the bottom of Demoman’s moonshine bottle. Soldier looked down at everything that lay between Engineers open legs, licking his lips hungrily as though he were staring at a banquet. Two strong hands seized Engineer’s thighs, pushing them higher and further apart, opening Engineer up even further for the entire team to see. With a suggestive smirk, Soldier lowered his head and Scout realised exactly what Soldier was about to do right before it -
“Holy hell!” Engineer groaned as Soldier buried his face between Engies legs and started lapping wetly against his hole. Scout watched with his jaw hanging as Soldier licked, actually licked, at Engineers ass.
“Shit, why is he doing that?” Scout whispered to Sniper. A bead of sweat was running steadily down the Aussie’s sun-tanned face - rimming was one of his favourite bedroom activities and just watching it was enough to make his mouth water.
“It feels good.” Sniper answered shortly, glancing at Scout to gauge his reaction. The boy was redder than usual, and breathing heavier as he watched Soldier eating Engineer out. He looked both confused and aroused, and was frowning at Soldier and Engineer like he couldn’t quite figure out what was happening. Sniper’s groin tightened at Scout’s delightfully curious expression - Sniper prayed to whatever deity was listening that Scout would eventually let him try that.
Apparently satisfied that Engie was good and wet, Soldier slicked his own cock with some surgical lube that Medic curiously seemed to carry on his person, and positioned himself at Engineer’s entrance. Scout held his breath, his eyes unwavering.
“Brace yourself, maggot.” was all the warning Engineer got before Soldier jabbed his hips forwards, breaching the tight ring of muscle in a single thrust.
“Fuck!” Scout couldn’t tell if it had been Soldier or Engineer or himself who had sworn so loudly, but it didn’t matter. As though in sympathy with Engineer, Scout had clenched his own passage as soon as Soldier had pushed inside. Scout felt… oddly empty. Like he was craving contact there. Scout wriggled a little in his seat, his genitals and abdomen aching with unfulfilled lust - maybe he was going queer.
“Geez, Solly, that feels so good.” Engineer panted, the table beneath them creaking in protest as Soldier picked up a rhythm that had both men groaning with pleasure. Scout watched the burly men moving in tandem, unable to stop himself from thinking about how it would feel to be in Engineers place, to have a man moving so enthusiastically between his legs, filling him and consuming him and dominating him like that. Scout had always known how queers fucked, of course. But he’d always assumed that the ‘catcher’ so to speak had gotten the raw end of the deal. Now, as Scout watched Engineer cry out in wordless pleasure, he sensed that Engineer at least didn’t seem to mind his position one bit.
“You feel fuckin’ amazing.” Engineer panted, one hand snaking down to pump his own cock.
“Not so bad yourself, private.” Soldier huffed, picking up the pace. “Now get those legs up here so I can really start reaming this tight ass of yours.”
Sweat was gathering and running down Scout’s neck as Engineer rested his legs on Soldier’s shoulders, opening himself up for deeper penetration. A part of Scout wanted to whip it out and jerk off right then and there, but the rest of him couldn’t quite get on board with the idea. Sniper looked about two seconds away from doing just that, though. His eyes were blown behind the aviator glasses, and his hands, steady as always, kept subconsciously tracing tight circles around the condensation of his beer bottle. Scout’s nipples hardened at the thought of how those fingers might feel doing the same thing to them.
“Sniper, I wanna go.” Scout blurted, his stomach tightening with nerves even though his body ached. He wanted this. Needed this.
For a moment, Sniper thought Scout had finally had enough, that he was throwing in the towel and ready to call the whole thing a night. He was about to resolve to another night of wanking alone in his van, when Scout suddenly put a brave hand on Sniper’s groin, moaning reverently at the hard, warm lump he found there.
“Fuck yeah,” Scout muttered, rubbing in hard, fast little strokes like he usually did to himself. Already, his nerves were being overtaken by arousal, and his other hand flew to his own groin, fumbling left-handed with his zipper. Screw modesty, he needed to come.
Sniper swore and grabbed Scout’s wrists, stopping the kid’s movements. “Wait a sec,” Sniper murmured, soothing away Scout’s crestfallen expression with a quick kiss. “Watch. Wait for them to finish.”
Scout moaned, squeezing his thighs together as though that might alleviate some of the tension. “I wanna come,” he muttered, trying to sound cross but ending up sounding pathetically desperate.
“Hold on a little longer, mate.” Sniper whispered, taking Scout’s hand and running the pad of his thumb into Scout’s palm, making the young boy squirm enticingly. “Watch them.”
Scout whimpered and obeyed. All around them, his teammates were nearing the peak and Scout moaned in arousal and envy as Soldier rammed his hips forwards one last time, bellowing triumphantly as he came hard inside his teammate. Barely a moment later, Engineer threw his head back and moaned through his own release, coating his hand and body in come.
As Soldier leaned forwards to kiss Engineer shakily, Sniper’s renowned patience finally snapped. He seized Scout by the shirt and dragged the boy towards him, teeth nearly cracking as he kissed the boy fervently, tasting the heady desperation.
“Let’s go.” Sniper growled.
Scout could only nod, his cock twitching and his stomach fluttering as Sniper dragged him from the mess hall by one shaking hand.
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Part 7
Title: Blowing Off Steam: Part 6
Pairing: Scout/Sniper
Rating: NC-17+
Summary: A fairly innocent Scout learns what the team does to 'blow off steam'.
Authors Notes: Still uploading backups... blargh this takes forever.
Medic may be a perv, a weirdo and a thanatophile to boot, but Scout had to hand it to the doc - he’d been dead right about the benefits of a good night’s sleep and a decent breakfast. Scout felt more refreshed and energetic than he had in days, and it was doing wonders for his performance in battle.
“Nice work, kid!” Engineer hollered cheerfully, pleased that Scout had once again successfully defended his precious sentry. Scout flashed Engie a quick grin before his feet took flight. He was on fire today.
Every now and then, Scout caught a glimpse of a RED laser sight dot emitting from a shady window, and Scout had to resist the overwhelming urge to look up and smile at the assassin he knew to be hiding inside. Though they hadn’t really talked at breakfast, the smile that Sniper had given Scout over his morning coffee had been more than enough to set Scout at ease for the rest of the day. Hell, that smile had practically lit a fire under Scout’s ass. Scout couldn’t remember the last time he’d fought so well - or had this much fun in battle.
“Victory!” The announcer’s smug declaration was met with much cheering and exuberant celebratory gunfire from the RED team.
“That’s what I’m talkin’ about!” Scout whooped joyfully as he took off at top speed, searching for a defenceless BLU to pulverise for the sheer hell of it.
He was finally starting to feel like his old self again.
*
“Tha’ was bloody incredible today, laddie.” Demoman congratulated Scout as the RED team finally made their way back to base for a hot shower and some R&R. Today had been a steady string of victories, thanks in no small part to their newly re-energised Scout.
“Ah reckon Scout dominated more BLU’s today than the rest of y’all put together! Darn kid’s makin’ us look bad!” Engineer laughed, slapping Scout good-naturedly on the back.
Scout beamed; this was the first time his teammates had really praised their Scout for his efforts. Sure, they’d thrown the occasional ‘good job, kid’ his way, but they’d never really made Scout feel valuable, accepted or even liked. Until now, Scout thought happily.
“Welp, I dunno about you lot, but I’d say this calls for more’n a few beers.” Engie announced jovially, to a murmur of general agreement. “Five battles, zero defeats? If that’s not cause for celebration then I dunno what is.”
It was decided - tonight was a night of celebration. Demoman darted off to rustle up some of his infamous, quasi-legal moonshine and one-by-one the rest of the team departed from the locker-room, eagerly anticipating yet another drinking night.
Scout stayed behind, massaging lotion into the sore tendons of his ankles and feet so they wouldn’t tense up. He’d thought he was the last one left, until he caught a fragment of murmured conversation uttered in a low, sultry Texas twang.
“What d’you reckon, Solly?” Scout heard Engineer mutter to Soldier as they put their weapons away. “You much in the mood for celebrating?”
Scout had never heard Engineer speak in such a sensual tone - it sent a shiver up Scout’s spine and blood rushing to his face. His legs wobbled a little at Soldier’s growled response “Darn right I am. Nothing get’s a soldier’s blood pumping like the smell of victory.”
Scout swallowed, his head swimming and his pants beginning to get the slightest bit too tight. His hands fumbled as Scout started putting his shoes back on.
“Lookin’ forward to it, pardner.” Engineer intoned, shutting his own locker and turning around to see young Scout, cheeks illuminated by a pleasant blush, his eyes determinedly fixed on tying up a shoelace that was already tied up.
“Be seein’ you tonight, I hope.” Engineer said to Scout, his voice back to its usual affable quality. Scout jumped and glanced up at the pair, who were both smiling at him and looking no more or less friendly than usual.
Scout relaxed, grinning sheepishly to himself. After everything that had happened with Medic, he’d half expected Engineer to try something similar, and he felt a little foolish for expecting that kind of behaviour from the good-natured Texan. “Yeah, I’m coming. For sure.” He promised. He would be, too. He was even looking forward to it, Scout realised as his groin tightened at the idea of possibly seeing Engineer and Soldier… celebrating.
Tonight was going to be a good night.
*
“…so then, the first guy says ‘well, that’s not my ear canal either!’” Scout concluded, gratified when his teammates promptly burst into gales of drunken laugher.
“Ach, that joke was disgustin’.” Demoman hiccupped. “Tell us another one!”
Scout smirked, happy to oblige. He was having a really good time tonight, Scout realised as he launched into another dirty joke. After the drunken mess Scout had become at the last drinking night, he’d made a promise to himself to go a little easier on the alcohol from now on. Sniper had brought along some homebrewed beer to share, and the boy was finding it a lot easier to handle than Demoman’s moonshine. After mostly beer with only a couple of shots, Scout decided that getting drunk was a lot more fun when one was still coherent enough to laugh and talk with his teammates, as opposed to being slumped semi-conscious in a corner of the room.
“Ach, this mulch couldn’t intoxicate an infant.” Demoman slurred disdainfully at Sniper’s home-brew. “This is children’s booze!”
“How fortunate Scout is here zen.” Spy drawled, earning a glare from the youth.
“Suck my dick, Frenchie.” Scout retorted, swigging defiantly from his beer. Spy had been hovering around Sniper all night, and it was starting to get annoying. Emboldened by the alcohol, Scout lifted his leg and draped it casually over Sniper’s, his eyes glinting arrogantly at Spy, daring him to comment.
Spy smirked, impressed by the boy’s nerve. “Perhaps anuzzer time.” He drawled, standing and moving on from Sniper in pursuit of a different teammate to blow off steam with. Scout snickered at Spy’s departure, glancing sideways at Sniper only to see that the man wasn’t staring after Spy, but was instead looking down at Scout’s leg resting atop his own.
“M’I alright here?” Scout asked hesitantly, jigging his leg a little to indicate what he meant.
Sniper cleared his throat and nodded with a smile. “Yeah, no worries.” He answered. The warm weight of Scout’s leg wasn’t at all unpleasant, though the nature of the contact had caught Sniper a little off-guard. While Sniper had indulged in plenty of physical contact with the other men here, it had always been directly connected to sex. These little touches with Scout, simply there for the sake of contact, were… nice.
Sniper shook his head, taking another sip of his beer. He was definitely turning into a ponce.
Despite having promised to go easy on the alcohol, Scout still managed to fall on the drunk side of the fence, although at least he wouldn’t throw up on it this time. He and Sniper hovered just beyond the ruckus of the group, making pleasant drunk-conversation in the shadows. It wasn’t until Scout noticed that Sniper’s eyes kept shifting back to the group that Scout realised something was different.
The room had gotten quieter.
Scout turned to where Sniper was looking, his guts doubling over in an odd combination of nerves and jubilation. Even though he had fully expected it, his mouth still formed a surprised ‘o’ when he saw Engineer leaning in towards Soldier, one hand already firmly planted on Soldier’s muscular leg, clearly intent on staying right where it was.
A small gasp escaped Scout’s throat as Soldier and Engineer’s lips made contact. The energy in the room had changed from light-hearted merriment to heady expectation. The air itself seemed to tense and thicken with the knowledge of what was about to happen.
“Fookin’ finally.” Demoman grumbled from his position on the couch, whipping his semi-erect cock out without preamble. “I’ve had half-a-hard-on since eleven. Get on with it, then.”
Demoman’s thick Scottish jargon cut through the tension like a hot knife through butter, and the rest of the team no longer held still with baited breath as Engineer and Soldier rose from their seats and moved to an empty table. That table may as well have been a stage, for as soon as the pair reached it, they launched into action, kissing and groping at one another with a hunger that was as much for their audience’s pleasure as it was for their own.
Despite the spectacular show Engineer and Soldier were putting on, Scout found himself glancing around the room at his other teammates, not just the two who seemed to have taken it upon themselves to be the entertainment for the evening. Medic had cuddled up to Heavy, one rubber-gloved hand stroking Heavy’s clothed groin lovingly. Heavy’s own, meatier hand was carding absent-mindedly through his doctor’s hair with a tenderness Scout would have never expected from the big guy. Spy had settled next to Demoman of all people, and was eyeing the exposed black cock with mild interest as he savoured the embers of his dying cigarette before flicking it aside. Scout was shocked when Spy looked right up at him, winking slyly at Scout as he slipped one leather-gloved hand around Demoman’s erection, drawing a gasp from the inebriated Scotsman.
“Fuck,” Scout hissed, his hips jerking involuntarily. The movement went unnoticed by all but two teammates; Spy let a low chuckle and Sniper hardened in response to Scout’s excitement. The assassin was relieved that rather than appearing nervous or panicked, Scout looked nothing short of rapt.
“Not a bad looker, is he?” Sniper murmured to Scout, nodding his hat towards Engineer. Scout looked back up just as Engineer’s shirt was slipped over his head, revealing an impressive set of muscles, all dusted with a light sprinkling of body hair. Scout bit his lip, very aware of how much he was enjoying looking at those muscles, the body hair and even the thick, ruddy cock that sprung free and to attention once Soldier had removed the last of Engineer’s clothing.
“Fuck, this is so hot.” Scout blurted, stating the obvious.
“Yeah,” Sniper agreed hoarsely. Soldier had finally removed his own clothes, and Scout was utterly unable to tear his eyes away from the smooth, rock-hard planes of military muscle. Engineer dropped to his knees before his counterpart, running calloused, workman’s hands teasingly over Soldier’s pronounced abdominal muscles. Scout couldn’t contain the needy moan that escaped as he ran his eyes over those beautifully defined bumps.
“Scout likes muscled men.” Spy observed, his hand still on Demoman, but his eyes on the young Bostonian.
“Shut up!” Scout snapped, embarrassed by his outburst.
Spy shrugged, unconcerned as always by Scout’s rudeness. “I am not criticising, petit lapin. I enjoy ze firmness of a man’s body as much as anyone. Just ask Sniper here. Mon dieu, ze muscles zis man hides with zose tacky clothes, not to mention ze size of his…”
“Shut it, Spook.” Sniper warned. Scout snuck a quick glance towards Sniper’s clothed body, wondering if the man was really as ripped as Spy implied. As for the rest of him… Scout swallowed, not sure if he was nervous or excited to find out if Spy had been right about that.
Spy flashed Scout another covert wink before lowering his masked head and taking Demoman’s length in his mouth. The Scotsman groaned, his head falling back in pleasure in response to Spy’s expert ministrations.
“Doing okay there?” Sniper whispered to Scout some minutes later. Scout’s legs had ended up twisted around each other as though he was struggling to contain his excitement.
“Fuck yeah,” Scout breathed, watching Engineer suck greedily on Solider’s cock, the Texan seemingly enjoying it as much as Soldier was. “This is… this is awesome.”
Sniper leaned back again, pleased that Scout was handling himself, metaphorically speaking. Meanwhile, the rest of the team had taken to handling themselves in a far more literal sense. Medic, Heavy and even Pyro had all withdrawn their own erections, and were stroking themselves and one another languidly. Scout’s own hands kept drifting to his lap, then jerking away as though scalded.
Scout wasn’t ready to be sexual in public, Sniper observed keenly. But at least the boy didn’t seem to have any problem with watching anymore.
“Your turn, maggot.” Soldier grunted, pulling away from Engineer’s mouth and hauling the other man to his feet. As though it were routine, Engineer hoisted himself onto the table and lay back with his legs splayed wide open, all traces of modesty having been left at the bottom of Demoman’s moonshine bottle. Soldier looked down at everything that lay between Engineers open legs, licking his lips hungrily as though he were staring at a banquet. Two strong hands seized Engineer’s thighs, pushing them higher and further apart, opening Engineer up even further for the entire team to see. With a suggestive smirk, Soldier lowered his head and Scout realised exactly what Soldier was about to do right before it -
“Holy hell!” Engineer groaned as Soldier buried his face between Engies legs and started lapping wetly against his hole. Scout watched with his jaw hanging as Soldier licked, actually licked, at Engineers ass.
“Shit, why is he doing that?” Scout whispered to Sniper. A bead of sweat was running steadily down the Aussie’s sun-tanned face - rimming was one of his favourite bedroom activities and just watching it was enough to make his mouth water.
“It feels good.” Sniper answered shortly, glancing at Scout to gauge his reaction. The boy was redder than usual, and breathing heavier as he watched Soldier eating Engineer out. He looked both confused and aroused, and was frowning at Soldier and Engineer like he couldn’t quite figure out what was happening. Sniper’s groin tightened at Scout’s delightfully curious expression - Sniper prayed to whatever deity was listening that Scout would eventually let him try that.
Apparently satisfied that Engie was good and wet, Soldier slicked his own cock with some surgical lube that Medic curiously seemed to carry on his person, and positioned himself at Engineer’s entrance. Scout held his breath, his eyes unwavering.
“Brace yourself, maggot.” was all the warning Engineer got before Soldier jabbed his hips forwards, breaching the tight ring of muscle in a single thrust.
“Fuck!” Scout couldn’t tell if it had been Soldier or Engineer or himself who had sworn so loudly, but it didn’t matter. As though in sympathy with Engineer, Scout had clenched his own passage as soon as Soldier had pushed inside. Scout felt… oddly empty. Like he was craving contact there. Scout wriggled a little in his seat, his genitals and abdomen aching with unfulfilled lust - maybe he was going queer.
“Geez, Solly, that feels so good.” Engineer panted, the table beneath them creaking in protest as Soldier picked up a rhythm that had both men groaning with pleasure. Scout watched the burly men moving in tandem, unable to stop himself from thinking about how it would feel to be in Engineers place, to have a man moving so enthusiastically between his legs, filling him and consuming him and dominating him like that. Scout had always known how queers fucked, of course. But he’d always assumed that the ‘catcher’ so to speak had gotten the raw end of the deal. Now, as Scout watched Engineer cry out in wordless pleasure, he sensed that Engineer at least didn’t seem to mind his position one bit.
“You feel fuckin’ amazing.” Engineer panted, one hand snaking down to pump his own cock.
“Not so bad yourself, private.” Soldier huffed, picking up the pace. “Now get those legs up here so I can really start reaming this tight ass of yours.”
Sweat was gathering and running down Scout’s neck as Engineer rested his legs on Soldier’s shoulders, opening himself up for deeper penetration. A part of Scout wanted to whip it out and jerk off right then and there, but the rest of him couldn’t quite get on board with the idea. Sniper looked about two seconds away from doing just that, though. His eyes were blown behind the aviator glasses, and his hands, steady as always, kept subconsciously tracing tight circles around the condensation of his beer bottle. Scout’s nipples hardened at the thought of how those fingers might feel doing the same thing to them.
“Sniper, I wanna go.” Scout blurted, his stomach tightening with nerves even though his body ached. He wanted this. Needed this.
For a moment, Sniper thought Scout had finally had enough, that he was throwing in the towel and ready to call the whole thing a night. He was about to resolve to another night of wanking alone in his van, when Scout suddenly put a brave hand on Sniper’s groin, moaning reverently at the hard, warm lump he found there.
“Fuck yeah,” Scout muttered, rubbing in hard, fast little strokes like he usually did to himself. Already, his nerves were being overtaken by arousal, and his other hand flew to his own groin, fumbling left-handed with his zipper. Screw modesty, he needed to come.
Sniper swore and grabbed Scout’s wrists, stopping the kid’s movements. “Wait a sec,” Sniper murmured, soothing away Scout’s crestfallen expression with a quick kiss. “Watch. Wait for them to finish.”
Scout moaned, squeezing his thighs together as though that might alleviate some of the tension. “I wanna come,” he muttered, trying to sound cross but ending up sounding pathetically desperate.
“Hold on a little longer, mate.” Sniper whispered, taking Scout’s hand and running the pad of his thumb into Scout’s palm, making the young boy squirm enticingly. “Watch them.”
Scout whimpered and obeyed. All around them, his teammates were nearing the peak and Scout moaned in arousal and envy as Soldier rammed his hips forwards one last time, bellowing triumphantly as he came hard inside his teammate. Barely a moment later, Engineer threw his head back and moaned through his own release, coating his hand and body in come.
As Soldier leaned forwards to kiss Engineer shakily, Sniper’s renowned patience finally snapped. He seized Scout by the shirt and dragged the boy towards him, teeth nearly cracking as he kissed the boy fervently, tasting the heady desperation.
“Let’s go.” Sniper growled.
Scout could only nod, his cock twitching and his stomach fluttering as Sniper dragged him from the mess hall by one shaking hand.
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