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No. 12321
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I'm doing Pyro/Pyro
>>40
Tentaspy/GLaDOS for this one.
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>>51
No.
>>52
Half yes, half no. It might take me a while to finish these, but I am going to finish them.
As for everyone else, 14 more pairings and I'll have 54.
Here's the first two. The other ones will vary in length, depending on how much time I want to spend on them. This first one got out of hand, much like this thread.
Oh, well, enjoy.
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Engineer/Soldier
8 of Hearts—Shaving Games:
One fun game that is perfect for a special occasion is shaving your lover. You can carry the shaved parts as far as you like to include only legs or pubic area as well. Shaved bodies feel really good when rubbed against each other and even better when oiled. Guys shouldn’t feel shy about shaving their legs. Lots of athletes such as swimmers and bikers do it and these guys always claim women love it.
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Every evening, once the fighting had stopped and the weary fighters were allowed to return to their bases, Engineer popped his hardhat off and tucked it under his arm. He reveled in the cool afternoon breezes that wafted through the autumn Badlands. Once the unforgiving sun began to sink again, and the tall buildings offered a bit of shade. It was nice to just stand there and let his sweaty, bald head breathe.
“You’re starting to get a little fuzzy up top, Hardhat.†Scout’s hand made a playful swipe at the sparse brown hair encroaching on Engineer’s shining dome, but he immediately wiped the hand onto Engineer’s overalls with a gagging sound. “Ew, shit, man! It must be like a fucking sauna in there when the sun’s up.†He was still wiping his offended hand on the shorter man, who was standing there and peering up at the young man with a patient look.
“I reckon it’s a little warm, but it innit any hotter’n your ball cap.†Engineer replied, finally brushing the Scout’s hand away and bending down to pick his toolbox up. Lifting with his knees, he straightened with a bit of a grunt and started stalking off toward the base. A blur zipped by him, and he chuckled at the energetic youth double jumping over the fence separating the base from the field. He, himself, would take the door through the respawn room and enjoy a little air conditioning before making the four hundred meter trek from respawn to the base they stayed in. He switched hands to carry his tool box with his gloved one and reached up to rub his head.
The Scout was right, he was due for a shave. It used to be an every-few-days ritual, but lately… well, he’d had other, more pressing matters on his mind than keeping his head scraped down to a dull shine.
‘Speak of the devil and he shall appear.’ Engineer thought with a sigh, the familiar strong jaw clenched tight and the rigid posture of Soldier drawing his eye from the dust as he approached the base. He was waiting for him.
“Hey, Solly.†Engineer greeted him, raising his hand with an easy-going grin. He wasn’t sure how he was going to tell the other that he would have to wait before they could begin their nightly romp. Usually it was a quick shower, just to get the dust out of their eyes and then straight down to business, but right now, Engineer wasn’t going to leave that bathroom without a smooth head and—now that he thought about it—a good shave for his hastily-done jaw as well.
“Good work today, Engie; you’re a credit to your country!†Soldier announced when Engineer’s goggles leveled with his own gaze.
“T’weren’t no thing, Soll.†Engineer replied with a humble chuckle, giving Soldier’s shoulder an affectionate slug as he passed. Before he knew it, Soldier’s hand enveloped his on his tool box and slipped it from his grasp. “Thanks, but… gettin’ to my workshop quicker isn’t gonna speed up nothing. I’m taking my time today, Solly, and I ain’t gonna be swayed by anythin’.†His voice was firm, and he noticed that the miniscule skip in Soldier’s step had faded, and he wasn’t holding that tool box quite so high. It made him hasten to assure the other man of his intentions.
“Afterward, though, yeah, but… aw, heck, lookit me!†He sighed as he unlocked the door to his workshop turned sleeping and fucking quarters and motioned to the spot he wanted Soldier to place the heavy toolbox.
“I am.†Soldier told him, once Engineer was fully facing him with his hands on his hips and a look of regret on his face. Soldier’s hand rose to finger a nick Engineer had made that morning when he realized he still had at least a day’s worth of stubble upon his chin. “I can do it.†The offer was gruff and abrupt.
Engineer’s brows rose above his goggles, and he reached up to tug them off before fixing his eyes on Soldier again as the other man turned to lock the door and unbuttoned and shrugged off the top of his uniform. Hard muscle rippled beneath the mad military man’s skin, and Engineer wasn’t about to say no.
“Yeah, sure…†it was a soft, dry answer—almost swallowed up in the chuckle vibrating through Soldier’s chest as he approached Engineer and pushed him toward the chemical wash shower.
“Get a move on, then, faggot. I don’t want to waste more time on your primping than we have to.â€
Engineer did as he was told, moving toward the small, glass incased shower as Soldier removed his boots on the way, letting them lie where they fell and whipping his belt out of it’s loops. Engineer didn’t realize that he hadn’t even made a move to begin undressing until Soldier wrapped his arms around him to unbuckle his tool belt and let it drop to the ground with a heavy thud. A habit of practice, Soldier’s socked feet took him right over the hulking belt without even missing a step as his hands continued their assault on Engineer’s clothes.
“I can undress myself, Soll…†Anyone but Engineer might have gotten annoyed at Soldier’s can-do attitude, but he knew that the other man was just trying to help. Eventually, he pushed the other man’s hands away and pointed to a stool over in the corner. “I’ve got the rest, drag that thing over here so I can sit down while you make me pretty, alright?â€
“Affirmative!†Soldier grinned and left Engineer to finish his disrobing on his own.
The scrape of wood on the concrete floor echoed through the room while Engineer stripped himself down to his boxers and undershirt. Once the stool was set up to Soldier’s liking, Engineer plopped his tuckus down and gestured to the cream and razor sitting on a shelf in the shower.
Soldier eyed the modern razor critically. A disapproving frown—not unlike the one he wore in the midst of a stalemate—turned his mouth into a thin, flat line as he walked over to pick up the can and examine it with great prejudice.
The next fifteen seconds seemed to last several minutes, until Engineer took it upon himself to break the silence.
“What in Sam Hill is wrong now?â€
“This is what you use to shave with?†He asked, and, though Engineer could tell he was trying not to sound derisive, Soldier rarely hid his feelings well—if at all.
“Yes… is it a problem?â€
The question was simple. Soldier still took several seconds of working his jaw and pursing his lips in dissatisfaction to provide an answer. When he finally created something satisfactory, however, it left Engineer more confused than before.
He left.
Engineer waited several minutes, and had just given up on Soldier’s return when he walked back into the workshop, still clothed only in his boxers, undershirt and helmet. Before he could utter a word, a warm towel was thrust around his face and tucked snuggly in place.
His muffled questions were barely more legible than Pyro’s everyday speech, but it didn’t stop Soldier from answering them.
“It’s a warm towel… because I’m going to give you a real man’s shave.†He answered the mummified Engineer as he tested the edge of his safety razor before beginning to mix a good lather in his shaving mug.
Another muffled question came from the towel.
“Of course I’m sure! I’ve been shaving since the age of eleven! You don’t see me going around with nicks from a poor shave, do you? No sir!†Soldier grabbed Engineer’s hand to hold the mug for him while he unwrapped the towel enough that it would only cover his jaw while he shaved his head.
It tickled a little when the brush painted lather across his fuzzy scalp, and Engineer was still feeling a little nervous about Soldier using something sharp so close to his cranium. It was a matter of trust, however, and he knew that Soldier knew what he was doing.
Maybe.
If not, there was a dispenser halfway across the room that he could run to if needed.
Soldier’s hand rested on his head, keeping him still with surprising gentleness as he began his work. It wasn’t long until Engineer realized that working with machines was his art, and shaving was one of Soldier’s.
His skin had never felt so invigorated as it did now, a sharp blade wicked away lather and hair with sure, smooth strokes and Soldier hummed a soft, tuneless rendition of America the Beautiful while he worked. It wasn’t long until Soldier was lathering his jaw as well.
Engineer didn’t remember closing his eyes or relaxing back against the muscled torso behind him, but Soldier was gently pushing him up to support himselfagain. He did as he was bid, reluctantly supporting himself as his lover moved around to sit upon his knees, getting a better angle on shaving his remaining stubble and giving Engineer a good close up of his own cleanly shaven jaw. It was always like that, just something that Engineer had taken for granted. It was only now that he realized he’d never seen Soldier with stubble.
“Alright, Engie.†Soldier stood from his lap and slapped his thigh. “Lay down, soldier.â€
“Solly, I gotta have a shower first.†Engineer told him, rubbing his newly shaven face with a look of appreciation. “Huh, that’s nice…â€
“Lie. Down.†Soldier replied, dropping his brows like he always did when Engineer refused to do something that he wanted.
Engineer could probably get away without doing what he wanted, but he was curious. Soldier was rinsing the blade and eyeing the lather in his mug as if trying to judge it’s usefulness. Engineer lay his back on the smooth concrete and tucked his hands behind his head.
“Alright, Soll... What’m I doing down here?â€
Soldier’s answer was to straddle his hips and push his shirt up. A sigh left Engineer’s throat, and he moved his hands to allow Soldier what he wanted. Was Soldier just tricking him into skipping his shower because he wasted time with a shave?
When Soldier had his shirt off, he lifted his buttocks from Engineer high enough that he could flip the other man over before bringing his rear back down to hold Engineer in place.
“Goddammit, Solly, I dagblamin’—“ Engineer’s tirade was cut short by the feel of lather being massaged across his back. “Solly, what in God’s name are you doin’ back there?â€
“Hold still.†Engineer felt Soldier shifting, but he didn’t know what was happening until he felt the blade lightly running down his back. Soldier ran a gentle thumb along after the second stroke in the same spot and hummed in satisfaction before continuing along the rest of Engineer’s back.
Engineer found himself relaxing again, resting his chin on his folded arms and allowing the strangely soothing feel of the razor to lull him into complacency. The warm towel ran across his back to wipe away excess lather, and he felt something like a hard, smooth wall press against his back. When it shifted, there was a slickness to it that he wondered at, but didn’t have the mind to ask, as he felt Soldier’s crotch pressing into his ass.
The “wall†was Soldier’s chest.
“You shaved your chest, Solly?†Engineer asked, rolling his shoulders and relaxing in the pleasant sensation that smooth skin against smooth skin sent through him. The oil only added to the sensation, and he picked out a subtle sandalwood and pine musk from it.
“Yours is next.†With that, Soldier turned Engineer over again. By now the shorter man was beginning to feel like a plaything, but he allowed himself to be manhandled, if only out of trust and mild curiosity. Soldier rinsed the brush in his second mug and started another lather in the first.
His chest was scraped clean just as easily as his neck. When Soldier started to pull his boxers down with half a cup of lather left, though, Engineer started squirming.
“Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope, nope.†Soldier’s eyebrows dropped, but he wasn’t changing his mind. “Nope.†He pushed his half-hard cock up against Soldier’s ass and slapped his leg. “I’m ready to go, Sarge.†He desperately tried to change the eccentric man from his chosen path. They could shower afterward, for all he cared. Soldier wasn’t getting that razor anywhere near his dick.
“Engie…†Soldier leaned forward to rub his oiled chest against Engineer’s own. His skin was sensitive after the shave, and the oil added a pleasant tingle to their rubbing. “Feels good, doesn’t it?†Soldier asked, smirking and palming the Engineer’s sides and hips, trying to get his boxers down.
“Solly, you’re not going anywhere near my dick with that thing.â€
“You think so?â€
Three separate arguments and a few punches later, Engineer was laying nude beneath Soldier with his arms crossed and a tragic performance of the Halls of Montezuma issuing from Soldier as he carefully tended to Engineer’s private bits.
It wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be, and Soldier was even more careful than he had been with his head, back and chest. He had his eyes closed again, but it was more deliberate than out of relaxation. He didn’t want to watch this being done. He could watch Medic yank out a bullet or take blood, but Soldier wielding something so sharp so close to his dick was just too much for him.
When he finally felt the now-cool towel swab over him followed by a warm mouth, he gasped in both relief and surprise at the temperature change. His hardon had wilted throughout the ordeal, but with a little urging from Soldier’s tongue and lips, he was back to full staff in no time. Faster than anytime before, as well.
“God, Soll…†he groaned, bucking his hips up to hit the back of Soldier’s throat. To his dismay, Soldier pulled back and grabbed the bottle of oil a splash into his hand and he was rubbing it along Engineer’s smooth dick and balls and across his thighs and stomach.
Engineer watched him balance on his unoiled hand to remove his underwear before Soldier was rubbing himself down as well. The oil tingled against Engineer’s skin, soothing the pores and making him sensitive to even the most slight of drafts.
The cool air soon wasn’t a problem. Soldier’s oiled privates descended onto Engineer’s and he wrapped his arms around his American hero. Their bodies writhed against each other, Engineer slipping across the concrete on his oiled back and Soldier pulling him back down by his hips so that he could keep their cocks trapped between slick, warm stomachs.
Heat fogged the glass doors of the shower, and sweat mingled with the oil as the two men trusted and slipped and pushed and ground against each other upon the stretch of concrete with a simple metal drain. The razor and mugs lay forgotten a few yards away, the stool had been kicked over in the midst of their fervor, but neither had the attention for it.
They didn’t have attention for anything aside from each other until they both lay exhausted on the floor. Their hairy legs tangled, and smooth torsos pressed together with the weight of Engineer, who had ended up on top.
“Solly…â€
All he got was a gruff grunt in reply.
“You’re shaving my head from now on.â€
A rough chuckle followed his declaration.
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Spy/Engineer
9 of Diamonds—Public Place:
Think you can do it in a restaurant? If the full act is impossible, how about a little diddling with your fingers and hands under the tablecloth. Pick a dark corner or out of the way table and see just how far you can go. You’ll both be stimulated by the craziness and the perilous place in which you are playing and it will be a particular challenge to see if you can reach orgasm without alerting the other diners. It’s an easier game if you dine without wearing underwear which is exciting enough for some.
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I shift uncomfortably for perhaps the fifth time tonight. Mon dieu, I honestly don’t know where any of my underwear went. I clearly remember packing enough for our trip. When I exited my shower, however, my suits were folded neatly in my bag—just how I had packed them, but no underwear in sight.
A hand of iron clamps on my knee and I look away from the plant that had caught my interest whilst I shifted uncomfortably.
“Y’alright, Spy?†Engineer’s baritone drawl sends a warm feeling flooding through me and I gently pat his hand before returning mine to the top of the table.
“Of course, mon forgeron… are you enjoying yourself?†It’s a common question, generally I don’t ask it twice in a dinner, but… well, Engineer has been smiling too much.
Usually when we sit down in a restaurant to eat together, he doesn’t really enjoy himself. He just humors me until it’s time to leave. Pours me wine and says romantic things while I pick at my food.
It’s the only measure of foreplay that I can coax from him.
His hand stays on my knee throughout ordering our food, and I carefully put my own atop of his with a chuckle and a smile.
“You know why I hate coming to these dates?†He asks, his hand moving up my thigh and coming to rest on my crotch.
“The answer to that question is not proper table conversation.†I inform him. It prolongs the time you won’t be impaled on my cock, is not something that one should say at dinner.
I feel a gentle tug downward on the front of my pants, and the sound of a parting zipper makes my heart race. My hand covers his, and I hiss discouragement in French. Panic and surprise robs me of English words.
“You know I don’t understand you when you talk that fast.†His drawl is low and slow, his hand unrelenting to my prying fingers. “You keep fumbling at my hand and everyone in this restaurant will start talking, darlin’.â€
I take a deep breath and glance around before returning my hands above the table. “It is terrible etiquette to so something so—“ his fingers trail along the underside of my cock, robbing me of speech as he guides me out the front of my pants.
“Just focus on keeping those pretty French curses inside and you’ll be fine.†His lips are curved in a grin, and his hand gets right down to it. The left hand is much more calloused than his right, and is the one he touches me with now. He knows how much the roughness affects me, and uses it to his advantage.
Even if I wanted to push him away, zip up and stalk out of the restaurant, I couldn’t. I’ve become too hard too quickly, and I know that it won’t last long. His fingers gently massage me at first before his hand finds a natural rhythm to begin stroking without his shoulder or arm moving much at all.
He keeps it all in the wrist, giving me a wink when my breaths become deeper and shorter all at the same time. He murmurs something to me, but I am too focused on keeping a straight face and hoping no one will notice the beads of nervous sweat darkening my mask.
Engineer sees our waiter approaching across the restaurant and flicks his napkin out to the side before drawing it across his lap and into his other hand. I let a soft noise slip when the cloth envelopes the tip of my cock and adds to the friction along my length.
“You’ve got that look on your face like you’re close… might want to finish up before the waiter gets here…†He chuckles and twists his hand around my base before bringing his rough palm up with the cloth held in place by his fingertips. “Just think about all the blowjobs you’ve given me when I’m in the middle of a project… trying to work when you want a quick fuck, or the taste of my spunk in your mouth…â€
I bite my lip and my hips twitch up into his hand. My eyes are locked on the waiter, watching him make his way back to our table. It’s like he’s moving in slow motion, but not slow enough at the same time.
“C’mon, Spooky… so public, so rude… I know what you like. I know you’ve gotta come before that there kid gets over here with our food.â€
A noise is heard, too close to a whine for me to even acknowledge that it came from my mouth. My breathing is too erratic, and my eyes are too wide. The waiter probably already knows what we’re doing. Violating a dozen health codes and doing something so vile in public.
It doesn’t take much more, just a twist of Engineer’s cloth covered hand and I come with a soft, “merde.â€
Engineer chuckles and cleans me with the napkin. He tucks me in and zips me up just before the waiter reaches our table.
The rest of the dinner passes normally with polite conversation and a persistently devious grin from my date. He finishes eating before me, as usual, and refuses dessert when the waiter comes around. I switch my fork to my left hand and continue to eat my meal. My free right hand reaches for his zipper and his smile widens. He’s not wearing any underwear either.
What a clever little laborer I have.
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