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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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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?"

"Not me."

Spy can't help but smile to himself at the reactions he's getting with his slow and steady teasing. Being in charge for a second is definitely helping him calm down a little. It usually does. But he gets a special little kick out of Engie finally letting go.

Of course, he isn't smug for much longer, once Engie grabs his thighs and starts grinding on him. He sighs, taking a moment to relax and get accustomed to this position. ~~The vents rumble overhead as Soldier crawls through them.~~

Finally, he settles back, carefully feeling his way until he estimates that he's perfectly aligned with Engie's cock... and then he stops, looking down with an eyebrow raised. Ball's in your court now, buddy.

Lord almighty. Remind Engineer to let Spy take charge next time. Technically, he did last time, but. You know. It'll be his turn anyway, should they decided to keep doing this.

~~have you ever been so horny that you don't hear a naked man crawling through the vents~~

But now he was leaned back, the same hunger in his expression Spy had when he undressed, and nods slowly between a deep breath. His heart beats in the pit of his stomach and his cock jumps in anticipation.

That said, Engie probably enjoys knocking the smug out of Spy about as much as Spy enjoys teasing him. If he thought about it. it's probably some of the reason why they were up against the wall for so long.

"You ever ride a cowboy before, darling?"

horny + corny

To be fair, taking Spy down a peg or two is like the national past-time of the entire team. He will admit that this, however, has a special something to it.

As he waits, he idly draws his hands up to undo the buttons on Engie's shirt. With his gloves off and his bare hands so close, it's easy to see the little scars of varying depth and color covering his hands, most prominent on his index fingers.

He snorts at the comment, excitement stirring in his stomach at the expression on Engie's face.

"I can't say I have. First time for everything, no?"

Insert some game meta analysis on Spies and Engineers on top of it and it's not hard to put together why taking Spy down a peg is so entertaining.

Engie shifts his hips and glances up as Spy works his shirt open. He catches those little scars, quiet, almost studying them with the same curiosity he treated a lot of things. Though deduction wasn't exactly his wheelhouse, it's not hard for him to put together where the scars may have come from.

He smiles at his own guess, but opts not to say anything, instead letting Spy work as he lines the rest of himself up. It takes a little more guesswork when you're the one lying down, but he's teasing at the entrance quickly enough.

"Alrighty then."

He grunts as he pushes in, pressing down on Spy's legs to meet him halfway. Him still big, and the other merc tries to take it easy. He groans and, with a deep breath in between, lets Spy adjust. If he wants to move first, Engie definitely wouldn't argue.

There was going to be a joke about "that's what my daddy taught me to do to backstabbers" here, but the implications of that are very unfortunate right now.

Spy doesn't say anything at the expression, instead focusing on getting each button undone, one by one. It distracts him from the jolt that rolls up his spine, both in anticipation and as a physical reaction to feeling Engie line himself up.

There. Unbuttoned. Spy pushes his shirt open just as he feels Engie start to push forward. So he stops, forces himself to relax a little and closes his eyes.

Oh. Oh wow. Okay, so he may have thought it was kind of an optical illusion thing? That it looked bigger than it actually was? Yeah. He was very, very wrong.

He inhales sharply, hissing quietly until Engie's settled inside him, at which point he kind of just sits there until he adjusts. Give him a second. It's been a while since he's done this (well, while he was sober, anyway). Finally, he cautiously starts to move, letting out a deep breath. Better take this slow.

If you want to know what his daddy does to backstabbers, there's at least one buried in a hole somewhere in West Texas. Nothing about this wouldn't be unfortunate.

It vaguely registers to Engineer that he's bare-chested now, but he could hardly care. Even the slightest, slowest drag of Spy's hips sets off fireworks in the pit of his stomach, and he moans long and low. His head hits the sheets again and he screw his eyes shut, cock throbbing and his whole body shuddering.

His dick is definitely not an optical illusion. He resists the urge to buck into him, at least for now. Spy needed it slow - obvious enough from the way he sat and adjusted before - and honestly? Engie felt too good not to be fine with it.

"There you go, sweetheart... that's it."

Murmuring encouragement, Engineer lifts his head again to smooth his hands up, trailing slowly from Spy's legs up to his stomach. Spy was probably familiar with the contrast of his hands now, the difference between one, rough and calloused, and the other, smooth and cool. He keeps his gaze there, for now, already panting and eyes half-lidded.

Please don't bury him in a ditch after this.

He has to take another deep breath, slow breath at the touches and the sounds that come out of Engie's mouth. It's so tempting to just go. He's so close now that he knows he won't last much longer. But this has been a long time coming and he'll be damned if he doesn't make the most of it.

Spy finally starts to move, leaning forward to stabilize himself by putting his hands on the bed above Engie's shoulders before shifting his hips down to slowly take more of Engie's cock into him, unable to stifle a quiet, pleased 'mm'. Just like riding a bike.

The hands are a very odd tactile sensation, but comforting nonetheless when paired with that gentle encouragement. He can't hide a smile at that. Usually, these positions are reversed, but he's not going to complain.

Then what the hell's he going to do with this shovel.

Just like riding a bike, if the bike was alive and wow that's some really weird imagery but point being, Dell is panting. It's quiet and punctuating with rumbling moans and the occasional curse. It doesn't help with Spy leaned over him the way he was, riding him slowly and lord it was enough but it wasn't. Like he's complaining.

That said, a few minutes in, his hands slide back down and settle on Spy's waist. Then he brings his hips up. Not quite thrusting - not yet - but moving along with him. It gets him louder now, and he chuckles breathlessly in between.

"Yep... yep. Definitely better remembering."

Harking back to that morning, when they were making out and putting hands down pants and nobody was screaming in pain.

meanwhile someone in the vents is playing Rob Stewart

and screaming

If Soldier was still alive, it could be his next Smissmas present. But he's clearly dead. Certainly not hiding in the vents playing baby-making jams.

Spy ignores that, focusing instead on taking Engie deeper and deeper. His breaths come shakier, and he allows himself to start moving a little faster just as Engie starts moving with him.

It pulls a groan from his throat, and his thighs tremble slightly around Engie's hips. "Much better," he agrees, turning his smile down at Engie.

Okay, enough with the warmups and teasing. He slides his hands down to rest on Engie's shoulders and carefully picks up the pace again, setting an easy rhythm.

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