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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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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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"Je suis désolé," he mutters with a smile, sounding very much distracted. Engie's not the only one getting a kick out of this, at least. He brushes his fingers, still gloved, against Engie's dick with a soft sigh.
"I won't keep you waiting much longer."
And just like that, he pulls his hand out and away. He makes sure Engie's steady on top of the dispenser before moving again, clicking his watch off and flickering back into view just in time to shove his hand back down Engie's boxers and lean in to kiss him hard.
As fun as being invisible was, it'd be a little weird for Engie to be macking on thin air.
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"Uh-huh," Engineer murmurs, more to the apology than the promise(?), but he doesn't believe either remark anyhow. Not that he's actually bothered. That lopsided smile says that much. The corner of his lip twitches as Spy just barely touches him, and he groans again.
Despite himself, he's got half a mind to tell Spy to go any damn pace he pleases. For all Engie knows, that's probably what the bastard's thinking. Maybe he'd pick up the pace, maybe he'd slow it down again. He DOESN'T know, obviously, but he'll be honest. That's the part that got him harder. He can't deny that more vexing it got, the more he liked it, and - NOPE HOLD UP NEVERMIND.
Any other day, he'd react a hell of a lot faster to a Spy uncloaking. You THINK he would, especially when it happens this close, but even then he doesn't get the chance to hold back an embarrassingly loud gasp. It's short-lived, at least, because Spy's lips are on his just a second later. He kisses back, mind already reeling, taking a good moment to catch up to the pace Spy set with his mouth and his hand. It's a lot harder to focus on matching him, much less kiss him the way as he did before. He's slopper, hungrier, and definitely desperate now.
He gasps, moans and - at least once - whines out in relief. Naturally, Engie's hands struggle to stay where they are. Fingers curl and uncurl, and he brings them up next to his face. Hell, he'd be bowing into them if his head wasn't turned in Spy's direction. His legs writhe too and - not realizing it, he kicks the dispenser switch on.
So. If you need some free ammo, hey.
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Moving was a mistake. Because moving makes the tent in his pants much more prominent, and it seems that it's also made him painfully aware of how hard he is. He exhales sharply when their lips meet, pressing their hips together -
And then he jolts away when the dispenser kicks on. It's his turn to be surprised now. It helps him to take a deeper breath, though, just enough to get a hold of himself (and notice his watch jump back up to 100% battery). Alright. He's going to start peeling down Engie's boxers now.
"Well. I think this is proving to be a successful theory," he says lightly, stepping forward again.
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Engie jumps too - more at Spy's reaction than the dispenser. In a split second, he had unconsciously shot forward as the other merc moved away, now hanging uselessly forward in the air because god they were just starting and - shit. Hell. "Desperate" is an understatement now.
Despite himself, though, Engie laughs. Loud and breathlessly. Spy getting spooked by a dispenser wins out over his own stupidly horny ass right now. His hands go down and he pants, enough to catch his breath and let Spy undress him. Dell leans his forehead against his shoulder, still chuckling, and helps as much as he can.
It's hard without hands, but it's not long before he's completely naked. In his own workshop. Getting hot and heavy on one of his own machines. Tattoos, birthday suit, everything. Hoo boy. He glances around his workshop, taking a second to just realize that - yep. This is definitely a thing that's happening.
"You got more of a thesis than a theory going on. Bein' that, I'm guessing, I'm into getting tied up and havin' invisible hands all over me. ... Which you'd be right about."
Dell looks back at Spy with a wide smirk. Now that they were close enough, he hooks a leg around his thigh and pulls him forward. Two fingers press hard into the obvious tent in his pants and run up the length as his smile goes smug.
"This is a good look on you."
Coming from the naked guy with his arms tied, but let him have this for just a second. He grazes his lips into Spy's neck.
"I got some grease in the drawer over there, if y'need," Engineer murmurs, taking a second to nod at the bench next to them. Says the man who didn't prep Spy much the last time either, but hey. Country boys make do.
"You're gonna have to fuck me at some point."
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Okay, to be fair, he was a little 'in the moment'. It's perfectly natural to be started when heavy machinery that is very close to your junk suddenly kicks on. He huffs a laugh once he realizes what's happened.
"Thesis. Theory. It's one of those, and I'm definitely right about it."
His bravado's pretty quick to disappear once Engie pulls him in in a very surprising switch of roles. He actually grunts a little once Engie touches him, a very undignified and slightly pained noise. Yeah, he definitely wasn't paying attention to how much this got him going.
But this wasn't part of his plan. So he regains his composure and pulls away with a hum. "Yes." And he steps back. Readjusts his belt, and looks Engie dead in the eye. "But not with that attitude."
He's just going to leisurely wander over to the bench and take his sweet time looking for the grease now. He didn't put Engie up on that dispenser just so he could boss him around.
"Perhaps if you ask nicely, this will go faster."
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Look, just because he can't use his hands doesn't mean he won't improvise. He's got legs!! And a big dink, but he can't do anything with that, so he'll settle for trying to boss Spy around.
Getting sounds out of Spy sends another shudder straight to Engineer's groin, and as Spy pulls away his hand settles over his own cock instead. It's hard to stroke himself like this, but the pressure's just enough to drawn out a sharp exhale.
Moreso when Spy's takes his sweet goddamn time. Engie knows it's on purpose, and despite that it's hard not to chuckle low and breathy. The way Spy had this planned, cocky was (pun intended) apparently not the way to go.
That doesn't stop him from spreading his legs wide and touching himself as much as he can. Another breath melts into a quiet, strangled moan, this time a lot more intentional than the last as he puts on something of a show. The goggles on his forehead were starting to slip off, but he couldn't be fucked to care now. He's grinning the whole way through. Come on, baby. You totally want to come back here.
"That wasn't - mmh - asking nicely?"
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It's absolutely a... well, not a punishment, per se. But a message that he's hoping is being sent loud and clear.
"Hm. It was more of a smug observation if you ask me."
He idly picks up a set of Allen wrenches and pretends to be very interested in them.
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Also because Spy's touching his shit, and that's rude as hell.
"Like you don't make those on a damn regular basis, sweetheart."
Basically: you're an ass on a regular basis, he can be an ass too
He groans again, harsh and failing to hide simultaneous relief and aggravation. He can only touch himself so much like this, which makes this a lot harder. On the other hand, he doesn't need to play it up too much. He didn't plan on full-on fake pornstar moaning anyway, but. You know.
"Please then."
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Alright. Message was sent and received. Spy sighs and finally - still moving pretty slowly just to be that guy - retrieves the grease and dares to turn around. He glances down only for a moment and barely manages to keep a straight face as he approaches again.
He gently draws a hand down Engie's thigh as he settles back in between his legs.
"Much better. Since you asked nicely."
Spy gently pulls him forward so he's equally supported between Spy and the dispenser before pulling off a single glove with his teeth (gently, of course, that's real leather).
Once he sets the glove aside, he carefully coats two fingers in the grease and dips them down to gently press down. Just enough to apply some pressure.
"If you're ready," he says. He might sound calm if not for the somewhat shaky nature of his breathing.
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