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Another Friday night, another day off coming up. Engineer was tired, but not so much that he wouldn't get in a few celebratory beers for a job well done. Not too much, though. He had avoided drinking more than the occasional beer since the whole "incident" with Spy a few weeks ago, much less thinking about it.

Until recently, though, when he caught himself imagining it again. The idea of "making it up" to him. Awkard as it was, it was the only real memory he had of his past times with the man that weren't blackout drunk. Maybe he was just feeling especially licentious, maybe it was the fact he knew he found Spy attractive at times, but it was hard not to find himself drifting to everything that was right about that morning and...

God dammit, nevermind. He was horny.

Point being, he didn't want to be too tired, sore, or inebriated by the time they got a chance alone. The poker game in their unofficial "lounge" room had finally died down for the night, and everyone had left except for Engineer and Spy. The other merc was quiet for a while, idly adjusting at his guitar. With other things on his mind now, though, he couldn't care less whether the damn thing was tuned.

"So. Good game."

Look, give him a sec. He doesn't normally initiate stuff like this out of the blue.

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Wow! Sometimes you gotta yeehaw when the enemy Demoman runs into your sentry 5 times in a row!! It's hilarious!!!!! God this ridiculous fucking conceited asshole he's going to bang him right here right now.

It takes some fudging between the two of them, but once they got the shirt off, Engineer's unoccupied hands go straight down Spy's back. He growls into the kiss as he pulls him closer. He even gets a little tongue in - just long enough to be obvious, but brief enough to tease as he pulls away again.

"You want an honest answer?"

Now that Spy was half-naked, Dell returns the favor - by slipping his one rubber glove off, revealing his artificial hand. Which, you know, is hardly a fair tradeoff, and his cheeky expression probably says as much.

"I can't tell the damn difference."

Look, they're all bad to him. Engineer's mouth moves down Spy's neck, pushing the mask up an inch or so for more skin to mark. He raked his teeth in occasionally, fully intent on driving the other man crazy, and drags his metal hand lightly down Spy's chest. He's no one-trick pony, naturally, but it made him feel like they were picking up where they left off.

And when it came to being loud - Engineer was mostly quiet in bed. But it was good to remember they didn't need to worry about nearby rooms. His own bedroom was near Demoman's (speaking of) and somebody probably heard a LOT of the last time.

Okay, that is pretty funny. Yippie-ki-yay.

Generally, Spy wasn't the type to let everyone in a 5-mile radius know he was getting laid (who was he, Medic?), but sometimes things just happen. Thankfully, there's a 99.5% chance Demoman was passed out drunk and didn't hear a thing that night.

Spy laughs again, breathier this time, both at Engineer's honesty and his enthusiasm. The artificial hand feels a bit odd, he's not going to lie, but with everything else happening right now, it doesn't put him off. He tilts his head back, letting a small, pleased noise escape his throat amidst quiet hisses as Engie marks his way up his neck.

"I'm not surprised," he manages to say, idly sliding his hands down Engie's back.

Also, Sniper keeps his van parked by Engie's side of the base. But he can, you know, move. Which he does anyway when Medic's getting laid.

"Uh-huh."

Yeah, buddy, he knows where you're going with this. But with Spy's hands on him, he doesn't complain. He thinks about pulling the mask up further, but opts not to test his luck and instead admires his own handiwork on his skin, like one of his machines.

There's an I built that somewhere here but I'm not doing it.

Following a low hum of approval, Engineer follows his own hands and drops himself down to crotch-level. Pants-level? Dick-level? Whatever. He's unbuttoning Spy's pants. Probably more unfair, since Engie's still, like, 99% clothed. He half-expects Spy to jump him again, though, so he'll take what he control get.

As if he'd complain either way.

Finally, a perk of living in a van.

To Spy's credit, he doesn't elaborate. Who the fuck wants to talk about his cologne collection when the train's pulling into the bone zone?

He's contemplating feeling Engie up a little - he can't be the only one having fun here - but all of a sudden, he's gone, and Spy's hands move suddenly from Engie's back up to his shoulders as he drops.

He stares down, a little dumbfounded, and it's only as Engie fiddles with his pants that he realizes just how ridiculously horny he is right now. "At this rate," he says, trying and failing to keep his composure, "we won't even make it to the bed, cheri."

Things you can do with a van: leave

"If you don't last that long, sure," Engie jokes as he gets the fly open, eying up at him. "Don't worry. I fully plan on bein' on that bed."

Metal fingers palm at his groin.

"'Less you wanna get there already."

ok he's being a shit at this point

"Well," he starts, stopping as Engie starts touching him, jerking the pleasure dial to a solid eight. He can't choke back another sufficiently pleased sound, closing his eyes and shifting his hips forward.

It might be hard to tell with the curtains covering the window and the fact he didn't turn the light on when they came into the room, but Engie probably knows what lace feels like. And there's definitely lace covering his junk. Black lace briefs.

He seems oblivious to this as he finds the clarity of mind to continue. "Since this will be our first round in which we will remember it, I'd like to savor it."

"Then you read my mind, shug."

It takes Engie a second to realize what he's touching as he fingers through the fabric and pants - beyond the obvious. He can't feel it in his artificial hand, but the way the material scrapes his fingers clues him in. He involves his other digits and he recognizes what it is. Oh.

He could say something. No mockery meant because, honestly? The feel of lace on his fingers shot directly into his dick. Which is why, instead, he only responds to the revelation with a small, pleased hum. It's also why he leans down and licks a stripe through the fabric.

I mean, if you're into that.

He means to say something to the effect of great minds thinking alike. But then Engie has to go and bring his tongue into everything, and if he wasn't hard before, boy howdy, he definitely is now.

His fingers dig into Engie's shoulders a little, and he hisses something in French, too fast to be easily translated. But it definitely doesn't sound bad. There are some words that could be praises muddled in there somewhere.

He didn't even know he was into it, but apparently, he is. Very much so.

"Mm - keep doing that and our plans might be ruined."

Yep, green light. Dell slips his pants halfway down his thighs. It's partly to get a better look at the lacy underwear (as much as he can in the dark), partly to get his hands in there and rub lightly at the inside of his thighs. He takes a second to slip his goggles off his head and drop them on the floor.

"You mean this?"

A mischievous smile is all Spy gets before Engie's mouth is on him. He tongues again down the length, rougher this time, sucking as much as he can through fabric. He has to ignore the odd feeling of the material on his tongue. Lace isn't meant to go in your mouth - go figure. He hands move too - one settling at his thigh, the other grabbing a handful of lacy ass.

Obviously, he didn't need an answer - even if he wasn't teasing Spy mercilessly. He can tell by the fingers in his shoulders alone, the murmur of French that his basic understanding didn't quite pick up.

"Hmh. You wear this all the time, or just the special occasions?"

Because could get used to this. This would probably be the world's laziest blowjob-through-clothes if it weren't for Spy's choice of underwear. For real, though, he better check. He takes a second to eye up Spy.

"Should I stop?"

Again, that mischievous look in his expression. Engie knows what he's doing, much more why he's even asking

Speaking of hard, he could feel his own erection straining against his overalls. Ugh. He had to shed something soon, but hell if he could be bothered now.

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Any sense of composure he was trying to pretend he still had goes right out the fucking window now. Between the licking and groping and touching, his head lolls back, resting against the wall with a quiet thump as he moans a quiet "Yes".

Whether it's praise or answering Engie's question isn't clear.

But the second question gets his interest again, although it takes him a few seconds to parse what he means. Spy looks down, eyebrows furrowed as he's about to ask what Engie's talking about, but then he sees what he's wearing.

"Oh. Ah... Special occasions, mostly. But I'm due to do laundry."

He sounds sheepish, a little bit, but also amused. One of his hands slides up, resting on the back of Engie's neck. Not applying pressure or anything, just sitting there, offering quiet encouragement. His expression is a mix of pleased and perplexed; it's unusual to see Engie plying so coy. He could get used to it.

"Not on your life. Although if you're going to continue down this route, I'd rather keep this pair clean."

Don't make him jizz on lace, please. It's a pain in the ass to clean.

Coy's easy for Dell, despite being a fairly modest man most of the time. But he knew how to tease, and he did it a lot more with men than women. He's sucking on the tip as much as he can, smiling into it when Spy puts his hand on him.

He hums in response to that answer. Good to know that his memory wasn't completely failing him. All their other times like this were blackout drunk, sure, but he's pretty sure he would remember lingerie like that.

"Fair enough."

It's a legitimate argument. Clean-up is a pain in the ass no matter who you are. He pulled down Spy's briefs, just enough to free his cock without bothering to pull off the rest.

He'd be lying if he wasn't getting impatient with himself. The other man's moans were getting to him, and his own "problem" had him sighing each time he shifted. A grunt bordering on a quiet moan came out of him as he went down on the head, tonguing underneath, with all the lewd sounds that came with it.

He fully intended on getting to the bed still. But damn if he didn't have to remind himself to slow down now. He wanted Spy to enjoy this too. He had to compensate for last time, anyway.

Spy shifts his hips just a bit, both to let his briefs come off easier and in response to Engie putting his mouth on him. At this point, he wouldn't be too upset if they just stayed here the entire time. His bed is ridiculously comfy and makes no noise no matter how much you move around on it, but he never said he wasn't selfish. He will accept being pressed against a wall getting blown any day.

He lets his head fall back again with a heavy sigh. His fingers dig in slightly, but not on purpose. The little sounds Engie makes with his mouth sends pleasant little jolts through his limbs. He gets a little daring and thrusts forward just a little as well, but only once, to see what reaction he gets.

Finally, he mutters, "Are you comfortable like that?"

'Like that' meaning 'with all those clothes on'.

Once he adjusted, Dell worked his tongue as he bobbed up and down on his cock. He didn't take him too deeply, focused instead on a consistent movement - until Spy thrusts. Not enough to make him gag, but enough to warrant a sound of surprise and a glance up.

He pauses for a moment, then pulls away with a vulgar pop, just long enough to answer.

"Not really, but I'm kinda busy."

He says that with some amusement, well-aware that he brought this on himself. He presses the flat of his tongue back up before he takes him in again. This time, he takes his hand off Spy's dick and brings his hand to the wall, bracing himself in case Spy decides to thrust in again. Because you know what? Whatever. Go to town.

His other hand squeezes on his ass again. He has half a mind dig his fingers in and do the same.

That pop sends a nice shiver down his spine. He should be polite. He should say he can wait for Engie to get comfortable before continuing. You know - be a gentleman.

He does not do this. Not out of disrespect or anything; in fact, he was about to disappoint himself by saying something, but then Engie moves back in and his dick wins out over his logic.

He huffs a quiet laugh, rolling his hips forward again in response to feeling fingers digging into his skin. But he leaves it there; he doesn't push it.

Thanks Spy, you're a real pal to the guy blowing you right now.

His half-a-mind gets gears turning, though. Despite his hands just changing position, he lets go of Spy's backside and the wall long enough to fumble for a tin of grease on his belt. It only takes a moment to coat a couple artificial fingers in the stuff. He does a decent job of multi-tasking while he's at it too, still bobbing, head twisting and moving his lips at different angles, varying pressure.

His hands return, and the Gunslinger hand slips under Spy's briefs from behind. He traces a line between his ass, one metal finger nearing his hole and pressing flat against it - just to tease. Admittedly, Engie didn't think this part ahead of time, but hey. He can improvise, and grease worked better on his good fingers than his real ones.

His free hand slaps back against the wall, eager. Probably overeager. He was about to press in, to give Spy two things to roll himself in between, when he catches footsteps.

Footsteps dangerously close to the door.

He doesn't quite catch the words, but he stops long enough to recognize it's Soldier's voice, muttering something about a noise. Jesus fuck. Engineer doesn't expect the man was to break down a locked door - much less catch Engineer with a literal dick in his mouth, but he knew it was going to be a good couple minutes before Soldier gave up and left.

He looks back up at Spy. ... They can do quiet, right?

He'll make it up to him! This is very distracting!!

Spy looks down when Engie moves his hand, watching with mild amazement as he manages to grease up while being essentially blind - not that he can see that's what he's doing. "A man of many talents," he teases, brushing his thumb against Engie's cheek. "What are you up to?"

His question's answered pretty quickly enough. A gasp automatically escapes before he can stop himself, and he nods, carefully shifting so his pants fall a little lower and give him a little more flexibility and spread his legs a little further.

He's just on the verge of asking Engie to please stop teasing and fuck him already when he sees him stop. And then he hears the noises. And his expression immediately shifts into the expression of someone who just ate a lemon and is failing to hide that he's mad about it.

Spy drags his hand down his face with a quiet sigh before looking back down and nodding. Being quiet isn't nearly as fun, but he's done it before, and he wouldn't put it past Soldier to bust his door down.

Honestly, with Soldier at the door, Engineer is starting to regret not fucking him sooner. Or at least not getting to the bed, where he wouldn't be blueballing himself so hard he had to hit the wall. This was a good idea up until then, even grinning when Spy's fingers brushed against him, but. Whoops.

"BOYS, I KNEW IT. THEY'RE IN THE WALLS."

Engineer sighs. He pulls away for a moment.

"Y'know. He'd probably be proud of us," He whispered, exasperation making him grin anyway. "America and France, workin' together again."

"OHHHH, I KNEW THIS DAY WOULD COME. I'M GOING TO HAVE TO TAKE MY PANTS OFF."

... You know what. Engie takes a second to pull his belt off. He then chucks it one-habded to the opposite corner of Spy's room, right against the wall. He hears Soldier gasp.

"DAMMIT, IT'S MOVING!"

Whether that's going to make Soldier leave sooner than later is another question, but the distraction works. Engie lines himself up again.

"And if I remember my history right - America's the one that screws France."

Okay, that's bad. That's worse than corny. That's referencing-the-French-Revolution-while-you're-trying-to-fingerbang-a-guy kind of terrible. He's pushing two fingers in anyway.

"Too bad our roles are not reversed," he whispers back, looking to the door with a glare both murderous and anticipatory. "I sense there would be a white flag reference in this."

Spy doesn't realize what Engie is doing until he's already rearing back to throw the belt. Thankfully, it just hits the corner of his bookcase, but he still hisses quietly as it flies across the room.

But, it seems to have worked. He lets out a deep breath as Soldier's footsteps fade away, shoulders slumping before the horrible joke - was that a joke? Just a reference? Either way, he groans.

"Ugh, you need to work on your bedroom banter, mon - ami!"

And then there are fingers inside him, and that shuts him up pretty quickly as he remembers what they were doing before the rude interruption. At the risk of drawing Soldier's attention back to their corner of the base, he can't help but moan out an "Oh, yes."

"Uh-huh."

Engineer grins again. Fingers slip in deeper until he's a couple knuckles in. His artificial hand, the metal now warmed since their foreplay, makes it easy to start moving them, slowly at first. It's hard to do a proper job from this angle, but Engie planned on fully making up for it when they fucked proper.

"Darling, I'll show you exactly what kinda talents I got."

With that, his mouth is back on his cock. He moves faster this time, sucking harder, going deeper, making every disgustingly wet sound that came with it. His fingers pick up the pace, in and out and in and out. Both sucking and fucking him at an equal pace. This is the kind of crazy he wanted to try - to make it impossible to move one way or another without pushing into his fingers or back into his mouth.

He can still hear Soldier mutter something about the vents. It's fine... probably.

"Number one - hmh - I can work my hands with just about - mm - anything. Hngh."

Don't worry. They'll get on the bed in a minute. The way Spy moans and mutters - Engie's pretty sure he's going to explode before he even touches himself.

Pfft. Soldier's muttering falls on deaf ears because Spy is now 100% focused on what's going on below him. Soldier who? He doesn't know any Soldier. He doesn't exist anymore.

"Mm," he moans again quietly, sucking in a breath as the fingers work in deeper. "I don't doubt that in the least."

What does exist is his heartbeat pounding in his ears. He can't move either direction without something pulling at or pressing into him. It's excruciating.

Which presents a little problem, and he stops moving entirely for just a few seconds, eyes shut tight as he breathes deep. He doesn't want to push himself over the edge just yet.

"Mm - not to discourage you. I just need a moment."

We did it. Soldier's finally dead.

Excruciating was exactly what Dell was going for. For all his mildness, he knew exactly what kind of things he could do with his rough, calloused hands (well, hand). That said, he didn't plan on keeping it up for long.

He looks up after one last particularly deep thrust of his fingers. It's actually a relief (and no small sense of satisfaction) when Spy asks him to stop. A moment later, he's slowly pulling away. He nods, taking a deep breath of his own, and wipes at his mouth. It got gross, okay.

"Yeah... same here."

He moves to stand. Another one of those slight smiles crosses his expression, again betraying any pretense that he's sheepish at all about that move. That said, he leans in for a small, lingering kiss, just to help de-escalate - not too much but, you know. A little. Be a gentleman, even when you nearly blow and fingerbang your lover half-to-death.

"'Sides. I said we'd get to bed first, didn't I?"

He kicks off his heavy boots and finally, finally unhooks his overalls. He brings them down in one easy motion, his boxers along with them. The shirt stayed on, for now, and he takes a couple steps back before he lets himself fall into the bed.

A small part of him regrets getting Spy's clothes off so soon. Now he's thinking about that tie again, and what it might have been like to pull him in with him. Missed opportunity, he supposes. Ah well.

Now Engineer lay on his back with his elbows propped on the bed. They don't need to stay like this, of course. Spy can do whatever he wants, choose however they wanted to continue. This was just the easiest way to get on the bed.

"Don't take too long, now."

Also, remember when they were so blackout drunk they might not remember what their dongs looked like.

Because him big.

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At long last.

He sighs, both in relief and disappointment as Engie pulls away. He would have been happy to let himself come from that, but frankly, whatever Engie might have planned next seems much more fun.

Spy does have the lucidity to extend a hand to help Engie stand up and keeps hold of it throughout the kiss, which he accepts gratefully. It does help to ground him somewhat, and he sighs.

"You did."

And he's glad to see Engie's keeping the promise. He idly watches him strip, patient but with an unmistakable hunger in his eyes. As soon as he's re-situated on the bed, Spy sighs and follows, kneeling above his hips and drawing a hand up Engie's dick (which he fails to hide his appreciation for in the expression he makes).

"About time," he teases.

YOU'RE DEAD THAT'S GOOD AMEN.

"Like you were bellyachin' back there."

All Engie had planned for the bed, honestly, was just to straight-up bone. That said, he doesn't want to take all the fun of control away from Spy either. His smile quirks lopsided as he lays one hands on Spy's thigh and works his own shirt buttons with the other.

He'll admit, it's a pretty nice bed.

Then Spy's touching him, and he hisses out a quiet jesus. Good job, Spy, he doesn't bring Jesus into things that often. He hadn't touched himself until now either, and the feeling alone was blowing his goddamn mind.

"I figured a guy in your field was - hh - more patient."

"Well. We all have our off days. I'm just as human as anyone else."

There's a proud gleam in his eye at the reaction he gets from giving Engie some sorely needed attention. It's only when he brushes his hand down again, gently stroking, that he remembers he hasn't taken his gloves off yet. Whoops.

He pulls back to carefully pull his gloves off and set them on the nightstand. Which also conveniently puts him in a good position to straddle Engie's hips, taking a deep breath.

"But, in retrospect, this is worth some patience, I think."

Engie definitely wasn't complaining about the gloves before, Spy's strokes choking a moan out of him as he tilts his head back into the sheets. He barely gets his shirt open, showing off old scars and soft fat atop muscle. What little focus he had on it finally snaps when Spy straddles him for real, and he decides not to bother taking it off.

Instead, he sets his free hand on Spy's other thigh, gripping and grinding his hips against him. It's hard to hide that low growl that comes out. He realizes he's held back for way, way too long.

In between, though, he laughs.

"See? Who said chivalry's dead?"

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