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rackofbadcds2018-07-06 09:22 pm
spah) wrote in rackofbadcds2018-07-06 09:22 pm
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something so sentimental you make so detrimental
When he was on-base, Engineer spent most of his off-time tinkering. Camping, music, or hanging around the others were always options, naturally, but the mercenary almost always had a personal project going on.
This time, it was technically someone else's project. Miss Pauling asked him (re: not-so-subtly suggested) to take a look at her moped a while back, and after they both schemed an effective way to liquify about 80 bodies, he figured - why not?
Turns out, liquifying people is easier.
Engie can be found in his garage, hunched over a purple moped and muttering details nonsensical to anyone but himself. Between engine grease and the desert heat, he shucked off his team-issued shirt and tied his overall straps around his waist, showing off a farmer's tan and old tattoos poking out through an undershirt.
Seriously, though. The thing in front of him was a mess. Save for a decent exterior, it was near-falling apart on the inside, a damn miracle it even held together long enough for Pauling to drive it here. It looked nice enough, sure, but holy hell if she didn't exaggerate the sort of noises it made. Finally, the merc sighs and stands from his work stool, tossing tools onto a roving cart and stepping to his workbench nearby to clean his hands.
Yep, he needs a break.
This time, it was technically someone else's project. Miss Pauling asked him (re: not-so-subtly suggested) to take a look at her moped a while back, and after they both schemed an effective way to liquify about 80 bodies, he figured - why not?
Turns out, liquifying people is easier.
Engie can be found in his garage, hunched over a purple moped and muttering details nonsensical to anyone but himself. Between engine grease and the desert heat, he shucked off his team-issued shirt and tied his overall straps around his waist, showing off a farmer's tan and old tattoos poking out through an undershirt.
Seriously, though. The thing in front of him was a mess. Save for a decent exterior, it was near-falling apart on the inside, a damn miracle it even held together long enough for Pauling to drive it here. It looked nice enough, sure, but holy hell if she didn't exaggerate the sort of noises it made. Finally, the merc sighs and stands from his work stool, tossing tools onto a roving cart and stepping to his workbench nearby to clean his hands.
Yep, he needs a break.
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The shirtless kind of "this", he means.
Speaking of cute, Spy failing to hide a smile and the distaste on his face afterwards kind of is. Engineer's expression loses it's sardonic edge, and he shakes his head with a snort. As he brings his own drink up, he gives the other merc a playful nudge.
"Little bit."
He didn't have to act coy anymore, but damn if it wasn't fun.
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That's a flirt. But that's also a fact. Because the second he saw the flaps come up, he could hear the banjos in the distance.
(he's aware that Engie plays banjo and he's willing to look past that, it's just an expression)
"Good. I do put a little effort into things, you know."
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But oh-ho. He sees that move. It’s impossible to miss, but he looks up from his beer anyway.
"Yeah?”
You know what. They’re not doing anything scandalous yet, but Engineer reaches around the dispenser and pulls out a clicker. He points it at the garage door, which slowly closes shut. It had been halfway open until now.
"Doubt anybody’s figured us out yet, but...”
What’s better than this, guys being dudes 4 inches apart from each other. And what’s better than this, one guy turning to another guy and touching his tie, idly playing with it between his fingers. Bro.
"Y'know, I almost wanna ask... what part of it you 'prefer' most."
Normally, he’d follow up a come-on like that with a headtilt and a coquettish look. He does, but then he hesitates, expression falling, glances off for a second. Thinking. He quirks a brow and looks back at Spy.
"Too much?”
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He's accounted for pretty much everyone on his path from the common room to the garage, but it's better to be safe than sorry. Not that he thinks anyone except maybe Heavy or Medic wouldn't be totally oblivious.
But he's here already. No backing out now. He does shift a little to a more subdued posture. He forgot himself for a second there. Of course, the mild sheepishness disappears once Engie starts playing with his tie. We're back to that.
He starts to answer the first question, but he sees the hesitation and waits, humming quietly.
"I don't mind you taking the lead if that's what you're asking."
But he's going to take Engie's hand, raising his eyebrow.
"But to answer your first question... I prefer the view."
To emphasize the point, he kisses Engie's knuckles.
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Medic, probably. Heavy's smart enough to put two-and-two together. Soldier's an enigma. Otherwise, Engie figures they're doing pretty good with the secrecy thing.
"Nah."
They're definitely back to this. For Engineer, he's also back on the tie fixation. He's not sure why. Probably because it's something to fidget with, and he likes the feel of it.
"Lead don't matter. Just didn't wanna be too sudden."
If any lingering hesitation remained, though, it disappears the second Spy makes a mood. He blinks down at his own hand. A moment passes, and he suddenly laughs. Not mocking or incredulous just - surprised. His smile softens as he looks back up at Spy and loops an arm around his waist.
Also, he's just gonna - pull Spy gently forward, until Engineer's back is touching the dispenser again. Hand still on the tie as much as Spy's hand will let him, he pulls it forward. Not too hard or forceful, just enough to both tease and give himself something to lean on.
"You're too damn good at that."
lOOK he's admitting it.
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Spy quickly takes another swig of his beer before setting it aside before Engie pulls him in by his tie. He goes along with it easily, stepping forward and settling a hand on Engie's hip with an innocent smile.
"You're the one that needs a 'break', after all. I won't judge how you wish to take it."
The fact that he says that completely straight-faced is a good indication that that was not a double entendre.
"Thank you."
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Engie almost feels bad knowing he brought out drinks only a couple minutes prior. Almost. He feels Spy's hand, as well as something poking him on his opposite side. He shifts to pull the loop of extension cord off his hip and unceremoniously dumps it behind him. It still looks like a lasso, naturally, because this is still Dell Conagher we're talking about.
And though he believes it wasn't deliberate, the thanks and unintentional double entendre earns an eyebrow raise.
"I'll be darned. Romantic AND considerate."
Engie quietly laughs anyway, shaking his head as he holds onto his waist and leans in for a small kiss. Just long enough to pretend he's being chaste about this. A hand leaves his tie to run a thumb along Spy's jaw, and the other travels a few inches up his back. That part's not so innocent.
"Well. Let's see. I need a break, and you're bored. I think we can figure something out here."
There's nothing chaste about wanting to m A K E OUT either, but to Engie's credit he doesn't immediate eat Spy's face. They played it impatient and horny a lot, but Dell doesn't mind a slow burn either.
Also, if he lost the beer gut, they'd look like a cheap romance novel here.
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"I do try to make an effort."
There's a reason he's good with the ladies. And occasionally the men. He doesn't push his luck with the kiss, either, leaving it light and (temporarily) innocent. He didn't come here expecting anything to really happen, but hey, he's not going to complain if it does.
"Mm," he muses. "Putting that brain to use, I see."
That's fair. Spy's probably posed for cheap romance novels at some point.
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Apparently, he's handsy today. He only moves them away long enough to push his goggles up.
"Only if this is the kinda 'something' you're looking for, 'course. I got board games too."
He's joking, but it's also a quick check to be sure he's not springing this too abruptly on the other man. He was the one who pulled him over and started macking on him. This wasn't his first thought when Spy came in either, but - it wasn't like they didn't welcome putting their hands on each other when they felt like it.
Also, he's pretty sure there's a Yahtzee board somewhere around here.
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That should be answer enough. But he stops himself, taking a deep breath and nodding with a small laugh. "Perhaps after."
Y'know. If you're down with shaking some dice after boning.
Spy looks down, musing for a moment. Well, if they're both in the mood for this, he might as well take the opportunity to ask about something he's thought over for a while.
"You like my tie, mon amoreux?"
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Never let it be said that Dell Conagher doesn't know how to kiss. The cant of his head, fingers ghosting up and down skin, the occasional dip of tongue and way he leered after. How he could move with passionate, constant contact, never leaving his lover's lips until he pulled back for air, but not without a short, soft parting peck.
Long story short he'd like to say he's pretty qualified, okay. And he was about to lean forward and continue when Spy looks down. Then he looks down. He eases his hold on Spy's waist.
"Sure," He answers, like Spy's choice of clothes didn't quietly turn him on by now (see: lace, leather gloves, etc). He thumbs up the material anyway. If Engie admitted anything about Spy's finicky tastes, it's that he liked putting his hands on it. "Silk and nine thousand dollars. I memorized it by the third time you said it."
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He's definitely not going to be arguing that Engie's not good at kissing any time soon. He matches ever gesture and motion, placing his hands on Engie's shoulders only to slide them down, feeling out every free inch of his chest before sliding back to settle in his back pockets. His hands stay there even as Engie pulls away.
"Mm. Alright." He pauses there, but fails at maintaining a neutral expression - there's a sly gleam in his eyes now. "Well, you do know how I pride myself in my expensive tastes."
With that, he pulls up, using a surprising show of strength to lift Engie up and sit him on top of the dispenser.
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Speaking of sticking - Spy's clearly getting handsy too. Engie sighs into his lips and fails to hide a shudder as hands go down his chest. He's grateful that he kept his shirt off now, because it's all free
real estate.Still loose around them, his own hand dips under Spy's jacket and slips up his back.At least, it was trying to, because before he can think of anything clever, Spy just fucking. Picks him up. Engie grunts and blinks down. It's not too hard with his stature, but that doesn't stop a flicker of annoyance.
look he knows he's short ok
His chagrin is short-lived, though, because he's definitely into this. With a laugh and an aroused hum of approval, he looks back at Spy and drapes an arm over his shoulder.
"Ain't hard know when you bitch about it at least once a day."
He leans over and nips at his ear.
"I'm likin' this, by the way."
Mostly because he literally can't remember the last time Spy took over.
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"Well. A little-known secret is that the French love their misery," he says, slowly undoing his tie. "I'm just maintaining the status quo."
He pulls his tie off and sticks it in his back pocket just before Engie moves in to nip his ear, earning a small huff. He has a smile, and it's more than a little sly.
"Good. Because I must admit, I enjoy this position."
No one is surprised. He gently pulls Engie's overalls down a little more.
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"Oh," the merc says, faking surprise. Once Spy tucks his tie away, he unbuttons the front of his shirt. At least, he THINKS that's what Spy's going for. Technically, the jacket comes off first, but who says they need to do this in order? "Well. No wonder they got bad tastes. Your secret's safe with me, darlin'."
Any other joking insults he could come up with go out the window when there's hands on his overalls, and the merc looks up with a smirk back. For now, he takes his hands off Spy's shirt (whatever, it's halfway done and looks good that way) to help him out of his own pants.
"Going by that look on your face, you're doin' more than admitting it."
He knows that sly smile. He doesn't know what it means, but he knows Spy's up to something.
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But teamwork always makes a difference. He doesn't pull them all the way off because that's too much effort right now, but it makes enough room for him to press closer with one more drawn-out kiss and a sigh.
"Mm. Well, to be truthful," he starts, shrugging out of his jacket and tossing it onto a relatively clean table. "This is a good opportunity to test a theory I have."
And with that, he raises his left wrist, clicks his watch, and disappears. Yeah, he didn't forget about this. He pulls away just enough to make his location a little ambiguous and waits. He doesn't want to move forward yet in the off-chance Engie's not feeling it.
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Engie chuckles breathlessly until it dissolves into another shudder. Heavy cloth moved against and off his groin, and now Spy was up against him, reminding him of his growing hard-on. He keens into him, not quite desperate yet, but not wanting to admit Spy's starting to drive him crazy.
It's short lived, though, and Engie feels his first pang of frustration when Spy moves away and - disapears.
Like before, he freezes. Then blinks. Then huffs out a near-incredulous laugh - but only because this is starting to excite him. So he saves Spy the effort and kicks the rest of his pants off, leaving him in his underwear for now. Leaning forward, he lays a palm over his groin and exhales into his own touch.
"Alright. I'm interested. What's the theory?"
HE'S FEELING IT NOW
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Spy laughs quietly once he sees Engie's reaction. He'd figured it would play out this way, but it's always better to be sure.
He steps forward again, gently taking Engie's wrists in his hands and lifting them up just a little.
"Well. Whether or not this would be a rousing success or a dismal failure."
He pulls a hand away, but it comes back pretty quickly, holding onto Engie's wrists a little harder as he wraps them in... something. Unfortunately, it's invisible to him too, so he has to make a judgment call. But when he pulls his hands away, his silk tie fades into view, binding Engie's wrists together.
He decloaks for just a moment to wink and say, "Do let me know if that's too tight."
thought of a better response when I got home
Engineer starts when Spy takes his wrists. He almost jerks away by habit, but stops himself when he recognizes what was touching him. He had a guess by feeling alone, but - oh. Oh, THIS is what's going on.
He blinks down and lifts his bound hands a little higher. Just to test it, he tries lightly pulling at his hands. He could probably go harder, he thinks, especially with the gunslinger, but where's the fun in that? He then raises an eyebrow up at Spy as he reappears, with an expression that says: really.
u sly kinky bastard
"A theory's usually more scientific than that."
that said: oh jeez oh boy oh man he's kind of regretting that he can't touch himself now because hot damn
"Y'know, you’re lucky I ain't objecting to a Spy in my business for once."
says a man who's going to have a spy all over his business in a minute
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"I think we both know science is not my strong suit."
He knows where to put a body so it will decompose faster, but that's pretty much it.
Eventually, he nods and goes invisible again. Very quietly, he moves around the dispenser and, in turn, behind Engie.
"I could put a sapper on this if that would make you feel better."
He draws a single finger up Engie's spine, then steps closer to wrap his arms around Engie's waist, tracing his hands down his stomach. He wants to draw out this tease as much as he can. Although he's not exactly the most patient sometimes.
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Then there's hands on him, and his breath hitches. The bulge in his shorts jumps. You'd think his dick was surprised too.
And for a second, he thinks to glance at the poor scooter he's currently Very Distracted from. A small part of him wonders if Pauling would be the type to have remote cameras on her bike, but he quickly kicks the thought.
She would, but he would have found them by now.
Anyway. He doesn't bother holding back a quiet moan, because god damn, and his legs spread slowly. It's about as much as he can move like this, hands now hanging uselessly above Spy's own. The tie's working - because another pang of frustration kicks in, and he tries to at least press into the man behind him. Not much luck, but it doesn't matter.
"Think I prefer the knife," he tries to quip weakly.
... now that he mentions it. He's kind of into that idea, but he tries kicking that thought too. God dammit, Dell, you're not supposed to be this perverted.
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"One thing at a time, mon amoreux."
Well. This is definitely getting a reaction. Spy sighs, pressing his lips to Engie's neck, stepping forward to press up against... well, the dispenser, mostly, but his chest is against Engie's back and that's better than nothing.
One hand moves back up to wrap around his chest. As much as he'd love to keep teasing like this, he's surprised at how much Engie's into this and, in turn, how quickly his own dick has jumped to attention. So his free hand dips down to stroke Engie through his underwear, forcing himself to take it slow.
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Despite himself, he laughs. He doesn't want to get demanding anyway. Right now, he's just enjoying the attention - which is a understatement. He sighs into the little touches, between lips and the hand over his body, and he lets himself melt against Spy as much as he can.
Except now there's a hand between his legs, and he jumps right to attention. His breath hitches, and he squirms against Spy's back with a groan. Yep. Yep. He definitely won't argue against getting teased like this.
"God damn."
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Spy's cloak flickers as he touches Engie, and he gives a quick glance at his watch. Thankfully, he's moving so lightly that he has plenty of time before it runs out. Plenty of time to see what he can do.
He still has his head against Engie's shoulder, moving up to kiss at his jaw, but he's looking down. He can't help but be a little curious about how it looks for his invisible hand to slide up and then underneath the waistband of Engie's underwear.
"I'm glad you're enjoying our break, laborer," he says quietly, smiling to himself. His pants are getting a little too tight, but he doesn't want to let go yet.
...Huh. Guess he knows how Engie was feeling during their last romp.
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Despite the flicker, Engineer shudders as he looks down too, watching nothing slowly touch at him, then nothing slipping under his boxers, and definitely nothing mouthing at his jaw. Congrats, dude. You have an extremely specific kink.
His own hands settle over his stomach, giving up any use of them despite his squirming a second ago. He wants to touch back. Either Spy or himself, he can't decide. Touching isn't an option, moving his hips is barely an option - yep. Spy's definitely driving him crazy now.
Another jolt goes through him and he exhales harshly through his nose. His eyes stay downward as his head tips back into Spy.
"You ain't making it easy," he jokes just as quietly, like he's not loving this anyway.
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