1 . Name: Kate Matty @ 2012-08-24 07:40

Title: A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Faps
Author: Kate Matty
Pairing: Scout/Sniper
Rating: NC-17+

Summary: Scout tries to swipe Sniper's porno magazines. Sniper catches him. Rage over no homo following in buttsex. Pretty standard, really.

Authors Notes: I haven’t used TF2Chan to share stories before, so I hope I haven’t messed up the formatting too bad :P

You can find this story and the previously requested “Blowing Off Steam” at k8matty.livejournal.com

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Scout’s heart pounded in time to his racing feet as they skidded along the dusty road at the speed of light. He could taste his sweat, his fear, his excitement. He had nearly reached his goal. His fingers kept flexing subconsciously, ready to snatch their prize at a moments notice and run like hell.

Scout made it to the door undetected, only to find that it was locked. Unsurprising, Scout thought grimly, loathing the extra two seconds it took him to pick open the lock. Two seconds for Scout seemed like an eternity

The door swung open and Scout’s stomach jolted with excitement – he had done it. He had found what he was looking for, and it was right here, within arms reach.

“Jackpot,” Scout smirked to himself, reaching out and seizing the dirty magazine on Sniper’s pillow. Scout had known that none of his other asshole teammates would willingly share their porn with the underage runner, but fortunately, the team had one collective weakness.

Pancake day.

Every Tuesday in the mess was pancake day, and Scout knew it was his one and only shot at having enough time to rummage through his teammates belongings and come out of it with something to jerk off to besides that calendar in respawn. Scout eagerly turned the page over, mouth watering in anticipation of whatever beautiful, busty model was there to greet him on the cover.

Scout blinked – the model was not busty. As a matter of fact, there was absolutely no bust to speak of. Where there most assuredly should have been a woman on the cover, Scout now found himself locked in eye contact with a photographic nude male, covering his genitals with a cowboy hat and winking salaciously at Scout.

Scout felt as though he’d been struck over the head with a blunt object. He waited a few moments, half expecting someone to burst through the door amidst a confetti explosion and scream “APRIL FOOLS!’ He’d run all the way out here, risked life and limb and missed pancake day to get a sneaky moment alone with Sniper’s fag rag.

“Aw, man.” Scout whined, flinging the magazine aside with frustration and disgust. As the magazine landed on Sniper’s untidy caravan floor, it flopped open to reveal an image of two nude men.

On reflex, Scout wrinkled his nose at the image, but he also found himself squinting and kneeling down to get a better look. They were good-looking, Scout admitted grudgingly. Their muscular bodies glistened with something like oil as they pressed against each other, kissing messily.

“Gross, dude…” Scout muttered to himself, but it sounded feeble in the silence of Sniper’s van. He told himself it was morbid curiosity that was now making him sit down and pull the magazine closer, flipping the page to see what happened next.

“Whoa…” Scout’s blue eyes widened; the same men from the previous page had progressed in their activities. Their flaccid members had hardened and lengthened considerably, and one man was on his knees, sucking (rather enthusiastically, from what Scout could tell) on the other man’s cock.

Scout shifted in his seat, uncomfortably aware of his own body starting to react. He ignored the familiar ache in his abdomen and genitals and turned the page as slowly as possible, gasping softly at an image of one man licking another’s anus. Gods, Sniper didn’t really get off to this shit, could he? Gross, Scout tried to feel disgusted by it, but instead he could only squirm and wonder whether or not the man being licked was enjoying it as much as he appeared to be.

Before now, Scout would have punched someone senseless for even suggesting that he might one day find himself hiding out in a broken down van, flipping through gay porn and nursing an increasingly uncomfortable stiffy – but to Scout’s horror, that’s exactly what he was doing. His dick pressed uncomfortably into his pants, and without thinking, Scout slipped a hand inside to adjust himself to a more comfortable position.

Of course that just had to be the moment that the caravan door burst open, and Scout suddenly found himself caught red-handed.

Sniper’s eyebrows shot up from behind his aviator glasses as Scout yanked his hand from his shorts as though he’d been burned. “What in the hell…” Sniper began, taking off his glasses and narrowing his eyes at the youth shifting nervously from foot to foot, looking more and more guilty by the second. “You been touching my shit, boy?” the assassin growled, slamming the rickety door behind him, making Scout jump.

Scout could feel his heart beating in his throat, certain that Sniper was about to pummel him stupid. On the field, Scout’s speed made him a worthy adversary, but in the confines of the van with Sniper blocking the only exit…

Sniper stepped towards the shaking boy, pausing when something crinkled under his boot. The boy groaned as Sniper bent down to retrieve the item, which Sniper recognized as his own dirty magazine. Sniper glanced at the boy, greedily eyeing the beads of nervous sweat building on his hairless upper lip. Well well, Sniper thought smugly, pretending to study the magazine in detail to savour the tension of this moment. Today was starting to get… interesting.

“Fancy having a wank in Sniper’s van, did’ja?” Sniper sneered, waving the magazine. The Australian was pleased to see Scout’s shocked, frighten features darken back to their usual arrogance.

“Fuck you, I wasn’t doin’ nothin’ like that!” Scout spat, pushing the bushman in the chest. “I wasn’t looking for this shit, I was looking for something with chicks.”

Sniper snorted. “Oh really? So how come I just found you hard and drooling over this?” To provoke Scout more than anything, he opened it to a random page, smirking when Scout simultaneously flinched away from it and craned his head to get a better look. “Y’know, if you wanted to see a nice, hard dick, all you had to do was ask.” Sniper casually put one hand on his hip, inadvertently drawing Scout’s attention to his groin.

Scout’s cheeks went red “Fuck off.” He spat. “I ain’t a fag like you.”

At that word, Sniper snapped. One strong gloved hand struck out to catch Scout sharply across the cheek. It was only the shock of the slap that made it possible for Sniper’s other hand to thwart Scout’s usually quick reflexes and seize hold of his t-shirt.

“You fucking watch it, mate.” Sniper snarled. “This fag could kick the living shit out of you any day of the week.”

Scout snorted in disgust. “Yeah right. What’re you gonna do, throw your purse at me?”

The assassin’s eyes narrowed into slits. “You’re gonna regret that, boy.” Sniper growled, fists tightening on Scout’s shirt. Scout closed his eyes, ready for the punch that never came, because instead of a curled fist making contact with Scout’s face, it was a mouth. Sniper’s mouth, Scout realised, his eyes flying open in alarm. Sniper was kissing him.

For a couple of seconds, Scout could only stand numbly as Sniper’s tongue probed his mouth – then reality set in and Scout shoved the other man away, spitting angrily.

“What the hell?” Scout snarled, furious at his own body for tingling with excitement. His cock hadn’t flagged in the slightest, the traitorous little bastard, and was pressing eagerly against Scout’s pants, forming a very obvious tent.

“For someone who hates faggots,” Sniper sneered, reaching for Scout again and sinking his teeth into Scout’s neck. “…y’not exactly struggling.”

Scout gasped and clawed at Sniper’s back, unsure whether he was trying harder to push him off or pull him closer. “Fuck you, queer. Lemme go. I ain’t gay.” Scout babbled, as though one of those phrases was a password that would end this nightmare. Scout bucked his hips as Sniper’s hand moved to cup his clothed genitals. Fuck, that felt good, way too good. This isn’t supposed to feel good, Scout chastised himself. What the fuck was wrong with him?

Sniper yanked Scout’s pants down his skinny legs, leaving them pooled around the floor. With his shirt and headgear still on and his trousers tangled around his ankles, the Scout looked deliciously undignified, and Sniper’s cock twitched at the image.

“Fuck, you’re turning me on.” Sniper growled, pushing Scout once, hard in the chest. There was a surprising amount of force behind the wiry assassin’s shove, and Scout found himself stumbling backwards, tripping on his own pants and falling onto Sniper’s bed. Satisfied that the boy wasn’t going to bolt, Sniper knelt between Scout’s legs, watching Scout’s cock with interest. The swollen organ kept jerking and leaking precome every couple of seconds, apparently every bit as twitchy and incapable of being still as Scout himself.

“You have no idea how badly this faggot wants to suck your dick.” Sniper husked against Scout’s sensitive flesh, making Scout squirm. The stubborn Bostonian’s resolve was crumbling, leaving a horny, wanton youth in his place.

“Aw jeez, just… just do it already.” Scout blurted, flushing all over as soon as he said it. Fortunately, the older man didn’t need to be told twice, and gladly opened his mouth to accept Scout’s length.

“Holyfuckingshit!” Scout’s hips rocketed off the bed as his dick was enveloped by the sensation of hot, wet, good. Scout screwed up his eyes and made embarrassingly high-pitched noises of pleasure as Sniper mouthed Scout’s cock with practised ease. This was so fucking gay, if his Dad or his brothers ever found out about this… but it wasn’t like Scout was doing anything gay, right? Nothing gay about getting your dick sucked. And it’s not like Scout was picking this over women. He was only taking what he could get.

Comforted for now by this explanation, Scout was able to relax and enjoy the blowjob. Sniper wasn’t bad at this, really. He even did all the little things that girls never knew to do – like teasing the sensitive spot under the head with his rough, manly tongue, and pressing his fingers against the pressure point just under Scout’s balls. That felt nice, especially when those fingers started kneading in tight little circles. Scout figured it was an accident when Sniper’s fingers dipped a little lower, so he didn’t mention it. But then Sniper’s index finger was up against Scout’s anus and his eyes flew open in alarm.

“I don’t fucking think so!” Scout yipped, trying to snap his legs back together.

“Shh, relax mate.” Sniper soothed. “I was only gonna stick a finger in.”

That wasn’t a lot of comfort. “I don’t want your finger there!” Scout snapped.

Sniper rolled his eyes. “Honestly, how’s a guy doing it any different to a girl doing it?”

Scout frowned. “I ain’t never let a girl touch me there neither! Only fags poke around back there.” He reminded Sniper, earning himself a warning glare.

“Seriously? You never even tried it yourself?” Sniper was curious now.

Scout frowned. “I told you. I ain’t gay.”

Sniper grinned. Oh, this was just too good. “Tell you what. Lemme try something on you, yeah? Give us a few seconds and if your heterosexual self doesn’t like it, I’ll knock it off.”

Scout’s stomach swooped. “And… and if I do?”

Sniper’s grin was positively evil. “Well, that’s not gonna happen, is it? You’re not a fag after all.” And with that, Sniper spread Scout’s cheeks and plunged his tongue straight into Scout’s hole.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Scout gasped, nearly coming on the spot. This was… Scout didn’t even have words for what this was. Sniper’s tongue was turning him into jelly, teasing nerve endings that Scout didn’t even know existed.

“Fuck, I can feel you shivering.” Sniper murmured against Scout’s hole, pushing his tongue back inside before the kid had a chance to utter a smart-mouthed comeback. Scout moaned and spread his legs further apart, unconsciously tilting his hips to give Sniper better access. Sniper resisted the urge to smirk. For all Scout’s talk about not being queer, he was quite possibly the most natural bottom that Sniper had ever come across. And oh yes, Sniper thought as he hungrily devoured Scout’s hole, he would definitely come across Scout. Or possibly inside him, or maybe even all over his arrogant little face. So many choices, so many delightful possibilities…

Scout was so lost in bliss, he didn’t even notice Sniper slowly reaching up to the bedside table to locate the lubricant.

“Oh!” Scout yipped and hauled himself up onto his elbows as for the second time Sniper’s slick finger pressed against his entrance. “What are you…”

“You seemed to enjoy that,” Sniper smirked. “Thought you’d enjoy this too.”

“I never said… oh!” Scout tensed as Sniper’s finger suddenly breached his body and started snaking through his passage. Oh god, he had a finger inside him, a man’s finger. Scout bit his lip at the foreign feeling of something poking around inside his ass. Sniper’s brow was knitted in concentration; it was the same expression he wore in battle, the one that meant he was searching for a prime target…

“Ah, fuck!” Scout screamed, falling back against the mattress again as Sniper’s finger tapped something that made stars burst from behind Scout’s eyes. “What… what the fuck did you just do?” he squeaked, looking nothing short of terrified as Sniper smugly started pushing that digit into the same spot over and over again. “Oh-h god!” Scout moaned, horrified and delighted by what was happening. This was definitely, definitely faggy, and what’s worse, Scout was enjoying it.

“Mm, yeah, that hits the spot, doesn’t it kid?” Sniper purred, fingering the boy nice and hard for the sheer pleasure of watching him writhe. “Feels good, ay?”

“Yes,” Scout gasped, too lost in sensation to argue anymore.

“Y’reckon I can make you feel even better?” Sniper urged, driving his fingers in deeper, skewering Scout’s sweet spot as hard as he possibly could. “Just imagine how good this’ll feel when I touch it with my cock.”

Scout’s only answer was a pitiful wail. Good enough, Sniper decided, shedding his own pants and seizing the lube to slick himself up. With Sniper’s fingers away from his prostate, Scout was now reconsidering what he’d half-agreed to, but he only had a moment to question the decision because Sniper was pulling away the pants bundled at Scout’s feet, pushing his legs apart and pressing his ankles up against the headboard. Sniper took a moment to admire the young athlete’s flexibility before lining up his neglected cock with Scout’s entrance and pushing inside.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, it fucking hurts, moron!” Scout yelled. He’d been shot, stabbed and burned to death but this had to be the worst pain of the lot.

“It only hurts for a sec,” Sniper promised, reining in his urge to slam the rest of the way home. “Bear down against me, it helps.” Sniper suggested, inching forwards a little more.

Scout wrinkled his nose in distaste, but did as he was told. To his surprise, the pain eased up and before he knew it, Sniper was fully inside.

“’m gonna move now.” Sniper grunted, rocking his hips. It took a couple of thrusts for Scout to fully register the full reality of what was happening. He was being fucked. He was actually, currently engaged in sex with another man.

And he was the freakin’ girl.

“Aw, man…” Scout moaned. Sniper seemed to interpret this as a moan of pleasure, because he picked up the pace and started ramming his hips in earnest, striking that secret spot inside Scout that for now at least distracted Scout from the fact that his sexual identity was about to be shattered beyond repair. He closed his eyes again, drawing in deep, laboured breaths as his prostate was assaulted over and over again. The air in the van was thick with the smell of sex and the sounds of two sweaty bodies slapping against each other in a furious struggle for the peak. It was possibly the sexiest thing Scout had ever heard, though he’d die before admitting it.

“Yeah, you like that don’t you?” Sniper hissed, grinding purposefully into Scout to elicit another of those beautifully erotic moans. Scout bit his lip, eyes closed, and Sniper frowned – the boy was still holding back. Still hiding from this. He stilled his hips, and Scout’s eyes flew open. That had gotten his attention.

“Fuckin’ move!” Scout demanded, rolling his hips and effectively fucking himself on Sniper’s dick.

“Say you like it.” Sniper said hoarsely, mesmerized by the sight of Scout, flushed and hard, impaled on Sniper’s length. Christ, was he glad he hadn’t been in the mood for pancakes today.

Scout hesitated. “C’mon, man, keep going.” He whined, groaning when Sniper withdrew ever so slightly. Sniper was a patient man – he could wait hours for the perfect headshot, and this was no different.

“Fuck, fine. I like it.” Scout conceded, crying out as he was rewarded with Sniper’s sudden re-entry. “I like it, I like it, fuck Snipes, I fucking love it.” Scout swore, hauling himself up to kiss the assassin demandingly. “Now fuck me like you mean it or I swear to God I’m going to… ah!” Scout yelled as Sniper, true to his word, drove home and started pumping his hips with newfound urgency.

“You. Fucking. Bet. I. Mean. It. You. Little. Bastard.” Sniper growled with each thrust. Scout gasped and thrashed like a fish out of water, scrabbling for purchase as he was mercilessly pounded into the mattress beneath him.

“Oh fuck, how are you, how the fuck, oh god, this is…” Scout babbled nonsense as his balls drew up sharply, eager for release. Sniper could feel the flesh around him getting tighter as Scout’s orgasm approached.

“Come on that dick,” Sniper demanded, jabbing Scout’s sweet spot ruthlessly, forcing the boy to the brink. “Come on my dick like the little faggot you are.”

Scout couldn’t help coming – it was the worst possible thing that could have pushed him over the edge, but it did. Scout hollered as he came harder than he’d ever come in his life, shouting mindlessly at the overwhelming pleasure.

Scout was still riding out the final waves of ecstasy when Sniper’s hips started jerking erratically. “Fuck boy, I’m coming.” Was all the warning Scout got before his insides were suddenly bathed in wet warmth.

Sniper collapsed to the side, slipping from Scout’s body unceremoniously. Usually, Sniper’s lovers were content to lie like this for at least a few minutes, but Sniper should have known Scout wasn’t one to lie still and cuddle. Barely thirty seconds passed before the boy was up off the bed and looking for his pants. Sniper pretended to doze as Scout dragged his skinny legs back into his clothes, not even bothering to clean away the smears of semen from in between his legs. Sniper knew that the boy would wash himself back at the barracks, scrub furiously at the parts of his body that Sniper had touched and kissed and fucked. Sniper felt a twinge of pity as he remembered that feeling – how tainted and dirty he’d felt after his own homosexual awakening.

“Hey, you.” Scout snapped, throwing a random object from the floor onto the supposedly sleeping Sniper. “Wake up, old man.”

Sniper looked up, feigning boredom. Scout’s glower was back, aimed directly at him.

“You fuckin’ tell anyone about this…” Scout threatened, jabbing a finger in Sniper’s direction. “…an’ I’ll drag you away from this compound and kill you for real. You feel me?” Scout knelt down so that he was at eye level with Sniper. “I ain’t gay.” He said, though his voice shook ever so slightly this time.

The Bostonian’s threats did little to intimidate Sniper, but he knew better than to argue with a young man who had just started to figure out his orientation. He nodded, rolled over and pretended to go back to sleep.

“If you say so.” Sniper muttered. He knew Scout had heard him, but was unsurprised when the boy left the van without comment.