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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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"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.

Edited 2018-06-02 05:36 (UTC)

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.

Coincidentally, Tom Jones covered Do You Think I'm Sexy. So, thanks for that and also being dead, Soldier.

No baby-making required, though. Engie doesn't feel like having Spy's second kid.

The merc offers a crooked smile back, especially as Spy puts his hands on him. He brings a hand up on Spy's arm and leans up for a hungry, kinda sloppy kiss. It's not that hard to do - Spy was taller and leaner than him, but being on the bottom actually made it a little easier.

It's just as Spy picks up the pace, though, and Engineer moans into his mouth. He pulls away, wishing he could hold it longer but desperate for air. Finally, this was the pace he was craving. He bucks up into Spy now, matching the way Spy rolled or bounced or whatever the hell he was doing with his hips because dammit he can barely focus on anything but the way it feels and the way Spy groaned and breathed against him.

Hell, why did he ever drink the last few times? In retrospect, it probably took some alcohol for him to even consider sleeping with Spy, but at the same time?? Damn?????

It all comes back to Tom Jones. Charismatic bastard.

Oh yeah, no. Any baby-making here is metaphorical. He's already a shitty father to one kid, he doesn't need another one to let down.

Secretly (ok, not really), Spy had been contemplating doing the exact same thing. But Engie beats him to the punch, and he meets the kiss with no small amount of desperation. There's no room to pretend like he's better than that at this point.

Especially when - oh, they're going now, okay. Spy shudders, pressing his forehead to Engie's and mumbling quiet praise, just low enough to barely make out as he keeps moving, slowly but persistently.

To be fair, Spy's hard to approach normally. But without alcohol, there seems to be significantly less biting and physical harm involved, which is just fine by him.

Spy's also a sneaky-assed, arrogant fuck, and it took a while for Engineer to even consider him a friend, much less somebody he wanted to bang. They're both pretty much past pretending they're not interested, though. Not when Engineer made the first move.

Especially not when he's driving himself into him over and over, thrusts slow but deep, panting rough and switching between whispered curses or murmur's of other man's name.

Well, class designation. Whatever.

Speaking of whispers, Engineer only barely catches the quiet praise Spy murmurs. Not all of it, though.

"What's that, now?"

Honestly, it doesn't matter that much, but Engie flashes a teasing grip as his hips snap up harder. He wants to hear it.

This is all true, and yet, in his humble opinion, he's still the most bangable person in this damn fort.

Evidence: he's banging right now. Although he can't really brag about it, he's too busy trying not to just let go and let Engie do the rest of the work. Hell, he kind of already is, with how eagerly he's taken charge. But if Spy hates anything when it comes to sex, it's dead fish syndrome.

He grinds his hips down particularly hard, determined to draw out more calls of his name - so to speak. But a particularly hard thrust makes him falter, almost collapsing against Engie as he struggles to maintain his composure.

Anything he was going to say leaves his mind after that, so all he manages is a sigh of "Dell."

Factually incorrect. That would be Demoman... if not for, you know, the alcoholism. Then again, Engie's never tried.

Believe it or not, Engineer was trying (and on-and-off failing) not to take over - too much. It was partly out of "making up" for before, trying to prove what you got when he wasn't hungover and hurting himself. Mostly, though? Spy's pretty much on the money. He's really goddamn eager.

As much as he wants to flip Spy over and screw both their brains out, though - he's just as eager to watch Spy ride him. Rutting onto him, skin hitting skin, dragging sounds out of both of them. It doesn't help when Spy grinds harder, and Engineer hears his real name.

Engineer manages to catch Spy's falter. His metal hand takes his shoulder while the other grips harder onto his arm. Anything he was going to tease Spy with gets thrown out the window. He keeps his gaze on him - partially stunned, partially processing just how hot his name sounds on Spy's breath.

Finally, he bows his head and groans again. His own pace settles, matching Spy again, steadily rocking his cock inside him.

"That's it... hah. That's it. I - mnh - I gotcha."

That's meant to be reassuring, but fuck if he's not frustrating himself with all this restraint. He'd be lying to himself if those fireworks weren't still wild in the pit of his stomach at each drag of his dick inside Spy. He held off long enough before they got on the bed, and easy touches alone sent him shuddering.

It's fine, though, Dell is a gentleman. Lovers come first - literally.

Shh. Spy's ego is still too fragile to accept that Demo's a better lay than him.

He does vaguely appreciate Engie's self-control. He can't quite think of a way to show this appreciation while he's getting railed, but it'll come to him later.

His breath hitches at the assurance and everything surrounding it, the little groans and touches. And it's at this point that he finally thinks 'Fuck it'.

He doesn't move much faster, but his movements do have much more purpose now, focusing on working Engie's cock deeper. He quietly slips one hand down to wrap around his own dick, lightly pulling at himself with a quiet groan.

Between his hand and Engie's cock, he doesn't last much longer. With a particularly harsh grind, he comes all over Engie's stomach with a shuddering gasp, thighs clenching around his hips. Sorry about the mess.

Occasionally, Engie's mind blanked out on pure pleasure, and it's not until their rhythm changes that he realizes what Spy's doing. Quickly taking the hint, he holds onto the merc and lets him ride it out, murmuring more small encouragements and his name yet again.

The result is... a lot, and all over him. Engie feels his dick twitch at the sight, even as he slows his own thrusts to a stop, watching his own come-covered stomach rise and fall. Clean-up's going to be a pain in the ass, but you know what? Worth it.

Engie waited until Spy finished and then, grinning, he pulls his shoulder down and met his lips again. He'd run his hand through his hair if not for the mask, but settles for rubbing the back of his neck. Once Spy came down, though - his grin went crooked.

"Sorry 'bout this."

He seizes Spy's hips and flips both of them over until he on top, leaned over Spy. He finally pulls away from the kiss, and Engie's smile goes lopsided as his hands slide up Spy's thighs, lifts his hips, and slams back into him.

This was what he wanted to do that morning. Hell if he wasn't going to get it right this time.

The kiss on Spy's end is a lot more cautious than before. Gentle. He doesn't let a lot of people see him get all gross and sweaty, but he can't be bothered to worry about that right now.

He does manage to say "I got impatient" with just a hint of apology, panting slightly as his heart rate starts to settle. Of course, then Engie opens his mouth again, and he doesn't even have time to ask what he's sorry for before they're moving again.

He flails a bit at the change in position, and what was supposed to be a simple "What are you doing?" turns into a cry of both surprise and pleasure that's loud enough for him to thank God that he doesn't share a wall with anyone. He's not at the point where it's starting to hurt yet, but he still grits his teeth as Engie starts to go to town on him.

He can't help but curse being impatient now. This would be a lot more enjoyable if he'd restrained himself.

Edited (didn't change anything, just wanted to point out this is comment 69) 2018-06-10 07:26 (UTC)

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