As promised, I'm back again with another less than sensical pairing. This one will be a bit longer though. Also, I'm experimenting with writing in accents to an extent and any pointers/critique about this especially would be very appreciated. --------------------------------------------------------------- “So, ye really never shagged a bonnie lass before?†The meaning is clear enough, even if Scout understands hardly a word he said. The disbelieving tone with a tinge of pity tells him enough, the way his brow furrows and his lips stretch out to form wrinkles in his cheek. Scout looks down at the glass of milk he's got held tight in his rough hands, something a lot like a grimace on his face. It's midnight on a Saturday night, and Scout's determinedly not in his bed--where he should be--because it is late and bed would also be a much more agreeable place to be than sitting on the kitchen counter in nothing but his boxers, gangly legs dangling while he spills his heart out to an also-not-sleeping Demoman. Too bad for the merc that unsettled feelings make an unsettled stomach. “No,†Scout says in a low voice, a sigh punctuating the word. There's a moment of silence for the first time Demoman's heard the guy actually leaving a perfectly good answer well be. Then the younger's gut lurches and out spews more words that Scout never had had any intention of sharing, coming out in great chunks with hardly a breath to separate them. “Look it's not like I aint been tryin' or anythin' ya hear? Don't take me for one o' those saps that can't even talk to a pretty girl without up'n meltin' in their shoes or somethin' equally stupid I mean yeah I'm gonna get nervous I think every guy does when they're pinin' after a broad but I aint scared of them or nothin' and still I never get far with any of 'em no matter how much I try an' put out the good ol' charm! Girls like charm right? Right?!†The Scotsman takes a contemplative sip of something that was not quite scrumpy (he'd run out of that Friday night) but definitely not milk and makes a contemplative noise. “Hmmm...†Another sip, Scout twitches. “Sounds like ye got a serious problem there laddie,†he comments very helpfully, nodding a little to himself as if to reinforce the point that was already established the moment Scout opened his mouth. “UGH,†the frustrated exclamation echoes through the dingy kitchen and a head is thrown back to look at the ceiling with utter disdain as the owner of said head slumps down further against the wall until he is the quintessential picture of a self-pitying youth. Demoman notices. “How many years do ye even got on ya anyway-†“Twenty-five.†“Wha- What?!†“SHUT UP!†“I DINNEA EVEN SAY ANYTHING!†“YOU WERE THINKIN' IT YOU FREAKIN ONE EYED DRUNKEN LUMP OF A-†“THINKIN' WHAT YE SHITE INFESTED-†“THINKIN' 'BOUT HOW I'M GONNA SMASH YOUR FACE IN IF YOU DON'T STOP IT!†“SHUT UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!!†Now, for clarification, that last exclamation was Soldier, from the other side of the base; from the other side of the very large base and it still sounded like he was right up to their collective eardrums. Demoman swore he could feel the errant spit that always came with such things. Both of the quarreling merc's instantly shut up for, like everything else in his life, Soldier was very militant about his beauty sleep and insisted getting exactly the recommended amount of eight hours. After a few tentative minutes of silence the tension starts to fade and both parties glance at each other with a sort of abashed chagrin. A foolish grin ends up on Scout's face and then they're both chuckling. “Ehe, sorry 'bout that brothah, not in the best mood right now...†he's looking to the side again, finally draining his glass of milk as he waits to see if Demoman will extend his own peace offering. He's sitting up again, legs swinging idly, tanned and toned skin taking on a pleasant hue in the dim lighting. Now, Demoman's not into that or anything, but he's honestly having trouble figuring out why any girl would deny an earnest serving of the young man. Besides his intolerably abrasive personality, of course. But... Even that seemed to fall to the wayside right now, with Scout's still-there rueful smile (plus a slight milk-mustache that he was absolutely oblivious to) and eyes with the distinct dull haze of longing lurking in them. “Don't fuss about it,†he says, waving his hand dismissively in Scout's general direction. “Everyone has their bad days- but do wipe your lip laddie,†he continues kindly enough, taking a sip of his own refreshing beverage. Scout frowns but then does so, another sigh fills the room. “Look... You're still young, aye? Compared to the rest o' us especially, you still got time to figure things out, find a nice lass that'll appreciate ye an-†“You know I kissed a girl once,†Scout interrupts. “Her name was Susie, she lived down the street and she had the nicest legs I'll probably ever see in my life. We was playin' one of those darin' games with a bunch of other kids—I was seventeen then—and I got dared to kiss her for a full seven seconds, I looked over at her and she didn't say nothin' against it so we went an kissed while the rest of the kids counted down....†“And uh...†“...Well?†“When we were done she told me I kissed like a dead fish in front of everybody else and I went even redder than I already was while the laughin' started up, my brothers were especially mean about it and after I ran home once I was sure everyone was asleep I cried into my pillow that night and it was horrible 'cause I was chokin' down snot and all that since we all shared a room and I couldn't make any noise or I'd wake 'em all. After that I never talked to Susie again and she went on pretending I didn't exist like she'd always had, it was like she didn't even care how much she made my life miserable for months after that...†He trails off dejectedly, puts the glass down, and rubs the back of his neck. “I- Ach, that's tough, that's real tough,†Demoman says, rough voice subdued. “The worst part, the absolute wost is that since than I haven't even had a chance to get bettah. In all eight years since than I nevah got a single chance to try for bettah.†It's now that Demoman realizes extreme caution is a must, an absolute must if he were to handle this situation in a way deserving of the trust Scout had vested in him upon telling his tragic, woman-less, tale. The kid had wormed his way into the Scot's sympathies, even though he'd been especially guarded lately about letting people too close. He'd learned only trouble came from seeing people that shared his line of work in any sort of light other than a sort of muted respect. But, it'd been so long since a woman would look past his dark stained skin, so long since he'd had the time to go find a woman that was “appropriate†to be with (where he came from anyone like him was few and far between, and currently he was too busy lobbing grenades). He couldn't help but sympathize with the other's obvious ache for some tender companionship. “Aye... Well, you're still likely better off than that poor sod Heavy. The only thing he's likely to have ever kissed is that gun of his, eh?†Demoman tries for a comforting smile and leans back in his chair. Scout makes some sort of noncommittal noise, Demoman's smile fades. The moment of truth comes and the fact that his tongue along with other things are loosened by liquor comes in handy. “Ye could... Ye could practice on me.†There's no outburst, no enraged spluttering, not even a look of disgust. “It's wrong.†His voice is a monotone. “We're both lonely men, laddie.†“It wouldn't be the same.†“I'm not propositioning anythin' other than a kiss, just so ye could have another go at it. Don't get ahead o' yeself.†Scout finally looks up, lips pressed tight together and eyes narrowed slightly, he's searching the other's worn face for something and the man tries not to react, tries to stare levelly back, to assure the youth of whatever he needs to be sure about. Scout's never been one for seriousness, he can't keep it up for long and soon enough his little smirk is back and he's throwing his hands up in the air, “Oh, what the hell!†Demoman chuckles and gets up, “I like yer spirit.†Without any hesitation—without giving himself time to back out—the man takes the few strides that separates them, leans down with one hand on the edge of the counter and captures the other's lips as gently as he can. There's a split-second of awkwardness before this great shudder runs through Scout and then the guy is kissing back in full force, heartbreakingly earnest and sloppy and hot all at once and Demoman is reeling. The little devil has his hands digging into the Scot's shoulders and legs wrapping around his waist so he can't leave him; tilting his head like he'd probably learned from studying every romantic movie he could manage to see and mashing himself up against the other like he'd probably dreamed of doing with another warm body after every new rejection.
Why the hell did it end there? I wanted moreee! Or at least a proper ending sentence... What happens after this? I want to know? Normally Scout isn't my favorite character to read about and Demo is hard to write correctly, but you did both pretty good! Anyhow, I hope there will at least be a few paragraphs to round up the story.
>>2 Oh! Gosh, I should have mentioned it but there's going to be plenty more after this don't worry about it. I wouldn't have posted it in the Adult Fanfiction board if it was just going to end with a kiss.
Now, for clarification, that last exclamation was Soldier, from the other side of the base; from the other side of the very large base and it still sounded like he was right up to their collective eardrums. This line jarred with me a bit - I don't think you need to specifically state that the shouts are being clarified. Why not have Scout or Demo just look at each other and know that the last yell is from Solider all the way from the other side of the base, since he does like a good shout and everyone is very familiar with the sound of his voice by now. But that's just a personal initial thought! I do like the set up of this though, the dialogue especially, and will definitely read more when you put it up.
Very nice! I like seeing an uncommon pairing, and I definitely want to see where this is going. However let's look at a couple things... First of all, I agree with >>5. It kind of takes you out of the story. Secondly, you don't necessarily need caps to signify yelling. An exclamation point usually will suffice. Use caps only for particularly loud yelling. Like for what Soldier yelled. It would also help toward setting that line apart so to help the reader understand better that it was someone else yelling it. Now, you may say that there were all yelling particularly loud, so that's why it's all caps. But too much caps makes the writing look immature, so I would avoid it. "Now, Demoman's not into that or anything..." This line seemed rather unprofessional. I would reword that sentence. What you did do quite well was the respective slang and characterization of the two. The only time I really disagreed with the word choice by one of them was: "I think every guy does when they're pinin' after a broad..." "Broad" comes across to me as more of a derogatory term. Not a pretty girl a guy would be pining after. Some people warn against spelling out accent, but it's never really bothered me unless it's really over the top. Yours seems just fine to me, but keep that in mine. I'm excited to see what these two get up to in the next installment.
There's some grammar stuff going on... I think you could benefit greatly from a beta reader. But I <i>love</i> the pairing, love the idea, can't wait for more.
>>5 >>6 Alright, thank you very much for the critique, I'll keep that all in mind for my future writings. I am very glad that the accents didn't seem over the top. >>7 Honestly, I think I just need to read over it more carefully next time. I do admit that this was done quite in a rush as I just wanted to get the idea out before inspiration failed me. I don't really know where I would acquire a beta so for now I think I will settle with being more careful, hopefully the next installment will have less mistakes. Also, thank you all very much for your kind and encouraging words, I appreciate it immensely.
I really like your writing style, especially the way the sentences vary in their length, and the made-up hyphenated words, like "also-not-sleeping." Although it's hard to imagine Scoot being so emotional and so readily speaking of his relationship failures, ever. MAYBE if he was drunk or high.
>>9 First off, thank you for you're kind words. I do agree that it is somewhat a stretch to see him so truthful but, as someone mentioned on my previous story, rarepairs so often rely on the influences of intoxication. So, I did want to step away from that and see what I could do without that crutch. This is an experiment and perhaps I would be better off giving Scout a more overt reason to be so forthcoming, not just implying intolerable late night frustration. However, I really do believe that at some point, after a lifetime of laughing things off and pretending like he's never had a bad day he'd have to confide in someone eventually. I do apologize for the tl;dr of a response, ehe. I'll try putting more of this in my writing instead of having to explain what I was trying to get at outside of it!
Demoman/Scout is relevant to my interests. I'm keen to see where you take this.
Alright, here's the next part. Still not the end! ---------------------------------------------------------------- They're kissing, their tongues clash, and there's never been anything more obscenely desperate. Scout makes this little noise that could be called a groan, he can't even bear keep himself quiet while his mouth is so thoroughly occupied. His bare chest is flush against Demoman's and the latter is distinctly overdressed with all three layers still on (he hadn't been intending on going to bed anytime soon). Demoman's hands have traveled to grip Scout's distinct lack of hips, an entirely unconscious response to this not-just-a-kiss and the man hardly realizes he's doing it. Scout merely squeezes his thighs tighter around the other. They part once they're both aching for breath, staring at each other but not quite seeing each other. Scout's face is bright red and his lips are still parted, tongue darts out to taste the remnants of the kiss. He's flustered beyond belief, despite the strong face he was putting on earlier—he always put on a strong face; it's just how he works—and is still under the impression that what they're doing is terrible. Absolutely unacceptable, absolutely wrong, gross, disgusting, unnatural. But, then again, they were freakin' mercenaries for fucks sake. They were the definition of the fringe of society, very little of the rules of the so called “civilized†world applied to them. They killed people for money, got killed themselves and came back to life dozens of times over, in a single week no less. He had a co-worker that slept with his gun, another that could be a jukebox for all they knew, surely this wasn't the weirdest thing that went on in this godforsaken base. Somehow, somehow, all that made this marginally okay. Plus, he was doing all this to pick up chicks anyway. “Uh, so...†Scout swallows thickly, speaks out the corner of his mouth, “How'd I do?†Demoman clears his throat, “Well ehm, good effort, definitely good effort. A... A wee bit too much tongue I think.†“But not like a dead fish?†The corner of Demoman's lips quirk up and he shakes his head slightly, “Aye, not like a dead fish.†“Again? The elder chuckles, a nervous sort of thing that's frayed at the edges. He blows out a puff of air, “Well, why the 'ell not?†Scout snorts, barely having the decency to keep himself from rolling his eyes before leaning in again and cautiously initiating by taking Demoman's lower lip in between straight, shiny-white, teeth that reeked of the vitality of youth. He doesn't close his eyes, they're fixed on the other's, and he's surprisingly gentle and moves forward more and is sucking on his lip now. Then they're both moving with each other, more experimental this time, and each little twitch and flash of tongue is carefully controlled; calculated like one calculates exactly how many shots it'd take to bring a man down. As a result, it's a little forced, a little awkward, but when they part the second time their heads are both buzzing with unsettling pleasantness. “Better?†“Aye, better.†“...One more?†“Sure.†It's not just one more, not even close. They go on until both of their lips are bright and swollen, saliva slicked and sucking in air only hairs breaths away from each other. They go on until Scout's hands feel like they're part of Demoman's shoulders and until Demoman's hands feel like they've always been on Scout's hips. They're staring into each other's eyes and it's too much because then they're both laughing, breathless and full-bodied. Scout's head drops and the top of it is pressed against Demoman's chest, he's speaking through hearty guffaws. “This- This is just... So freakin' /weird/.†“I ken, I ken, I can't take this seriously. No offense to ye o' course lad, but we're gonna haveta have a friendly encounter with a prostitute by the end of this.†“No problem, no problem, I just- Wow.†There's a pause as both parties regain control of themselves. “Ye know, girls are soft to other kinds o' kissin' as well. Heard that the neck is a real good sweet spot.†Scout looks up again, eyebrows raised. He has the inkling that his companion on this lonely night is egging him on, but he bites regardless. “You got a high collar brothah, gonna have to get rid of that vest, and the jumpsuit,†he says, wry smirk firmly in place, positively challenging the other to get on with it; daring him to keep going. “Ach, that's a lot to take off ye demanding little devil.†“I'm in my freakin boxers chucklehead!†“Yeah yeah, whatever ye say.†In the end, Demoman doesn't disappoint, after some good natured and thoroughly unintelligible grumbling his vest is off and carelessly tossed on the tile floor, boots slid off, jumpsuit is pulled down and (with a moment of hesitation) he steps out of it completely. Scout had leaned back while he waited, using his arms to support himself, his legs falling back down to dangle over the edge of the counter and he rubs his left ankle against his right calf to get rid of an itch Demoman doesn't know what to do once he's done, just stands there awkwardly, and Scout actually really enjoys that, feels empowered by it because he's just so unsure too. It's always nice to be on equal ground with someone. When he goes on to try this whole neck kissing thing it ends up in just little pecks and Demoman has to murmur gentle reprimands. “Open your mouth—ah, aye like that—now, don't scrape too much with your teeth, a wee bit is fine. Mm, that's right, feels good enough...†Scout hums pleasantly against the man's dark skin, a deep reverberation to show how much he was appreciating this lesson of flesh and the sort of companionship wholly unique to the tired depths of the night. Demoman cautiously places a hand on the younger's back, calloused fingertips brushing down the bumps of his spine. Scout shivers. Getting adventurous, he licks up the other's jugular, and then places a sharp bite right on the skin of Demoman's jaw. Demoman splutters after he's so rudely jolted out of the warm feeling of getting his neck all slobbered over and pulls back at once, he slaps the immature little brat on top of the head while demanding said brat to explain himself in a hushed growl (being only in a dirty white undershirt and boxers made one much more likely to keep quiet). Scout ducks his head, laughing, quietly as well, picking up on Demoman's worry that they'll be caught. Scout's about to answer but now that Demoman's pulled back to avoid his sharp-white chompers the elder can clearly see that Scout had developed a prominent bulge in his own boxers. Scout notices the slackjawed stare and looks down as well, as if this is the first he's noticed it. “Aw jeez...†the blush on his cheeks goes to an even darker shade of red and he squirms uncomfortably, pressing his lips together as his gaze darts from between his obscenely obvious arousal and the other. He's mortified. “I- Shucks I-†“It's alright.†“Wha-?†“I remember when I was your age, mighty 'ard to control these things. No need to beat yeself up, aye?†Demoman's voice is low and easy, there's no judgment in it and soon enough Scout see's why. Because the younger's coaxed off the counter by that amiable voice that seems to know much more than him and really, after what had happened already, there was no need not to trust him. He's pressed up against the counter now, bare feet cold and flat on the heatless tile while his hands hold onto the edge; his expression is still unsure, waiting for the other to start laughing, for Spy to jump out of the cupboard and run out with photos for his Ma to see and be heartbroken by (he assumed she would be heartbroken anyway). Yet, none of that comes and Demoman just keeps mumbling little excuses for what's going on and Scout's okay with that, Scout's okay enough that when he feels the other's own clothed erection pressing against his own he just sighs shakily and murmurs right back and it's not about how not-young and not-hormonal the guy is. Instead... “You're freakin' huge cyclops, gettin' me a little intimidated over'ere.†Demoman flashes a smirk, “I try.†They're close enough in height that it's not difficult for them to start rubbing up against each other, Scout blows out a puff of air and groans as quietly as he can, moving slowly against the other with eyes half-lidded and nostrils flared. Demoman asks in a slightly strained voice if he can take off the other's boxers and after a tense second he pushes out a “/Hell yes/,†and soon there's a huge, calloused, and spit covered hand wrapped around Scout's dick also Demoman's too. The younger wasn't expecting this at all but it feels so much fucking better than his hand that he can't bring himself to protest. “Fuck,†he says emphatically, voice rising higher in pitch than he'd like but he doesn't care because their cocks are rubbing together and it's so disgusting but the friction is mind-blowing and that's what finally throws all of his reservations out the window. Scout's fingers with their blunt nails and unblemished skin scrabble at Demoman's biceps before getting a good grip, clenching and unclenching as he grits his teeth and squeezes his eyes shut. He's rutting against the other man and said other man is running his hand over both of their lengths while he breathes heavy and mutters unintelligible curses, free hand running up and down Scout's back again as his spine arches. Also, Scout wont shut up. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh man oh man this is crazy wow I- H-Hah, y-you freakin' stop and I'll tear your guts out mnnnhg, m'not kidding not kidding at all, swear it just don't stop, jesus-†He cuts himself off with a moan and presses his forehead to Demoman's still clothed chest, mouth hanging open to suck in more breath and lip curling up. Demoman's head is lolling back and his hand is working furiously, smearing pre-cum to make it easier, and biting hard down on his lip to keep from making as much of a racket as Scout was. However, he's getting worried that the other is going to wake someone up as he gets progressively louder, so he hisses sharply into Scout's ear, “Keep quiet or we'll get the whole base on us!†Scout replies with a frustrated growl and than by biting down, hard, on Demoman's shoulder. It's the only thing he can think of to keep himself muted while he melts into the other, into a hot puddle of sweat and the scent of sex. The elder grits his teeth in pain and presses Scout even harder against the counter, as both of their hips snap in unison with Demoman's hand. Scout's lean thing of a chest heaves and Demoman can hear feel little desperate noises reverberate low in said chest before the vibrations reach his bruising skin clamped between strong jaws. “Gonna cum,†comes the shaky-strained warning and now Scout's pressed his face in the crook of Demoman's neck. “Go on then lad.†His lips are pressed tight together and he's clinging to the other like a drowning man, then he shudders and is silent and his knees buckle because Demoman's still pumping them, milking him through his orgasm before cumming himself and it's so intense Scout can hardly breathe.
It's a good thing you update so wonderfully promptly, or else the suspense would kill me. Literally. My mother would never forgive you.
I really liked this. There's nothing better than a good detailed kiss. A lot of smut writers don't appreciate how hot kissing can be. It's great how you're exploring their characters and motivations. I eagerly wait for more.
Woooooow that was really hot. Whew. I'm glad it's not done yet.
Oh my goodness, this is just -- this is my new favourite thing. Wow, the kissing and the touching and Demo being all patient and warm and Scout being Scout and wow.
" wrapped around Scout's dick also Demoman's too" sounds like something you'd find in "my immortal" and it made me bust out laughing, but if you fix that this might just be the perfect fic
WOW I am so sorry, I've had this last bit written for some time but not typed and I only just got around to it. Anyway, apologies for the wait, here's the final part. Thank you for the feedback and yes I think I will fix that one line >>17 when I post it somewhere more official like. Anyway, here we go! --------------------------------- They both slowly slide to the floor, breathing hard and drowning in the daze of orgasm. Demoman has to support Scout on the way down, one hand curled around to the small of his back and the other on his hip (that one sticky with cum). It’s only after a long stretch of companionable silence that they both contemplate what they’ve just done. Scout shifts and lets out a belated shiver due to his bare ass on the cold tile. He notices the Demoman had tucked himself back in in the meanwhile and had never taken off his boxers in the first place; he suddenly feels very, very, exposed sitting across from the larger man without so much of a scrap of fabric on him. The younger leans over to grab his crumpled underwear. “Ye might wan’a grab a towel before ye put those back on,†the other says right as Scout’s hand closes on the garment, tipping his head pointedly towards his stomach. “Wha-? Oh gross!†Scout makes a disgusted noise once he looks down and sees the spunk trickling down his torso. He stands up at once, scowl on his still-swollen lips, and turns to snatch up the towel used for drying dishes; viciously rubbing his skin raw. “Alrighty then,†the Scot sighs and pushes himself up as well, goes to the sink to wash of his hands. “Now go get some decent clothes on ye laddie, we’re goin’ to find a bloody prostitute and get ye a proper fuck.†Somewhere in between the Scout’s own flustered splutterings, he’s sure he hears Demoman mutter something about ‘balancing out the gay’... In so many words. “Ye didn’t think I was kidding, right?†...As it turns out, driving into town at 2AM was actually prime time to pick up a women of less-than-reputable character, even in Engineer’s babied but, undeniably dingy, old truck (they were just borrowing it). Scout had never been aware of this, mostly because his bedtime was, and always had been a prompt 10PM. Rare was the night where he wasn’t out like the lights by ten o’ five. Also, because he’d never really decided to go pick up a prostitute before and that generally limited one’s knowledge on the subject. Currently, the young merc was a wretched mix of jitters, nerves, and treacherous excitement. His left leg won't stop bouncing and his mouth won’t shut up. “Are you sure about this?†“Aye, it’s for yer own good.†“Aint this kinda wrong though?†he gives a nervous look out the window. Demoman sighs, “Look ‘ere, sometimes a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do, and this here is one of those times, ye kin?†“Yeah but that still doesn’t make this right..It’s illegal or somethin’ isn’t it? Takin’ advantage of a lady like this, and then what about all’ve the diseases people are talkin’ about so much la-†“I have rubbers...†“-tely? Once my Ma told me an’ my brothahs that if we went around with ah... Disresputable? Yeah, disresputable woman we’d end up with our dicks all empty and wrinkled like raisins and then fallin’ off from all’ve the things girls like that carry an’ I’d really like to keep mine so please can we go back to base because I can totally get a chick anytime I want, alright? I was just playin’ with you earlier you really don’t gotta do this!†“Oi! ‘ello there my dear! It’s rather late out for such a bonnie lass, need a ride?†During his tirade, Scout had failed to notice that Demoman was slowing the car down to stop by a fairly pretty lady with fiery red hair and wearing much less than Scout had ever seen a girl wear outside of glossy magazine pictures. He sinks back into hIs seat and curls his hands into fists in his lap. Demoman smiles kindly through the now-rolled-down window at the scantily dressed prostitute and she smiles sweetly back through thick red lipstick and daintily steps forward, curling her hand around the window frame. “Why yes I do darling, what a gentleman you are,†she purrs, heavy lashes fluttering. Scout presses himself further into his seat, averting his wandering eyes as soon as the woman’s gaze flicks towards him. Demoman notices and laughs, leaning out the window with a hand cupped to his mouth, “‘es a wee bit nervous, don’t you mind it. I’m sure ‘e’ll warm up to ya.†The younger goes even redder as the lady giggles and shares a conspiratorial glance he crosses his arms and angrily stares straight ahead like some petulant child. She hops in the back at Demoman’s urging with another coy word and more eyelash fluttering, a little befuddled by the strange accent and mixed company but, willing enough to accept a ride from two men on a cold night like this. Scout spends the entire ride in a muted, near catatonic state of disbelief. What would his Ma think of this? She’d just die, he was sure of it. Just up and keel over the moment she heard of this, not that... Not that he was going to TELL her, of course, but, it was the principle of it all. “I’m gonna kill my Ma,†Scout mumbles to himself while Demoman rolls his eye and as they come to a stop in front of a suitably sleazy hotel, the only one nearby with its lights still on. He swallows thickly.. Later he’s drooling, leaning over who he now knows to be Ruby. “Fuck, fuck, fffuck!†Scout groans out as he continues to thrust in and out of her, one hand flat on her back and the other digging into the soft flesh of her hip. “I can’t do this, gonna cum I-I-†“It’s only been ten minutes boy, surely ye can do better!†“Shiiiiiiit.†Ruby takes a break from peppering lipstick smeared kisses and sloppy licks on Demoman’s cock to call some advice out to the sweating and shaking man plunging into her. “Try going a little slower dear! It’ll be better for the both of us.†Scout does so. “Mmm... Yes much better,†the woman lets out a sign and distractedly runs a delicate finger over the curve of Demoman’s length, leaning in to suckle at the head. She’s on her knees and stretched out so her top half rests in the older merc’s lap while rocking from Scout’s enthusiastic ministrations. Demoman is leisurely sipping another bottle from his endless supply, free hand resting on the top of Ruby’s shiney red hair. “Ye just came earlier, it shouldnea be that hard to wait for the lass.†Ruby takes her cue to moan, back arching and lips descending on Demoman’s cock, her pleased hums sending delicious vibrations through the engorged flesh. Demoman’s head tilts back and his hand clenches and he breathes out, “Just think of Heavy’s hairy arse...†Scout whimpers and dips his head down and bites his lip so hard that it bleeds. Ruby has to pull back and dig her perfectly manicured hands into the other merc’s thighs (he doesn’t mind all that much) and her musical, needy, noises get louder and more eager. Demoman tangles his fingers in her hair and massages her scalp, wondering if he should give the woman a little bonus for being such a good sport. Ruby finally shudders theatrically, with a lilting moan, and Demoman nods and Scout almost lets out a sob before finally--finally--allowing himself to cum. He collapses on top of the woman, causing her knees to slide out from under her, and Demoman chuckles into his drink while they blearily attempt to untangle themselves. “When ye two’r done, mind if someone finishes me off?†“Not if you paid me,†Scout groans. Ruby laughs breathessly and doesn’t know if she should be offended or not.
Yes... Good. Really hit the spot. Few minor typos I could see, but overall, good, very good. Yes.