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No. 930
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How's dis? Probably not as hardcore as it could have been.
Picnic - Scout v. Scout
The job paid well, there was no doubting it. It didn't keep him from complaining, though, because that was a god-given talent he wasn't keen on wasting. On that note, the job was okay, all things considered, because it let him really capitalize on his other talents: runnin' around, talkin' smack, and hurtin' people. He was a pretty simple guy, after all. Before he'd been recruited, he'd never even had the need for a bank account. After the first month's paycheck came, and it was just a lousy scrap of paper, the Engineer was kind enough to drive him to the next town in his busted-up truck to open a savings account. A hundred thousand bucks didn't look like much written on a piece of paper, but the look they'd gave him when he asked for it in tens and twenties...well, it was priceless.
While the pay was great, it didn't do shit to curb his boredom during ceasefires. When it came right down to the day to day grind, he got to shoot people, but they often shot back, but he could deal with that. It was the life he had to live before the battle, and after it, that bugged him. The food was crap, and the bed was hard, and all the records were old, and the TV got real bad reception, and he missed his ma, and on ceasefire days, there was nothing to do but think about all of that, and how damned boring it was.
He didn't even have enough stuff in his room to warrant cleaning it, and as a general rule he stayed away from the Soldier on ceasefire days because the guy had a weird yen for assigning clean-up duty if he caught you in the hallway. Demoman and the Heavy were probably still hogging the rec room, watching TV and playing chess. Engineer was cleaning his shop and helping the Pyro tinker with a weapons upgrade. Medic was in the basement medical ward doing whatever the hell creepy thing Medics did on their day off, and ditto that for the Spy. He'd been staring out the window earlier and seen Sniper's campervan putter off the property towards town. The big jackass hadn't even asked if anybody wanted to go with him.
His stomach rumbled. The RED Scout stood in front of his very spartan closet and sniffed his pits. He tossed the shirt and pulled on a clean one. He tugged on his trusty cap and let his headset rest around his neck. He peeked out into the barracks hallway and looked both ways cautiously. He couldn't hear the Soldier's bootfalls or any psychotic, demanding screaming anywhere nearby. He made a run for the mess hall, like he was being chased by raptors. He slid to a stop at the door and slipped in, tip-toeing past the empty tables on his way to the pantry. The kitchen larder was pretty sparse these days. There was a resupply train on the way with fresh rations, ammunition, and raw materials in the next day or two, thus the ceasefire.
"Damn," he grunted, one hand on his stomach and the other shoving jars of pickled eggs and cans of beans out of the way. "Ain't shit in here to eat."
There were a lot of jarred and canned things, all the junk left at the end of the period that nobody else wanted to eat. Sauerkraut, beets, hominy, weird stuff that sure as hell couldn't be paired up together. There was a fuck-ton of beans, all colors and shapes, and canned meat, and field rations. They'd gone through all the fresh stuff a long time ago, and after that, it seemed like the canned peaches were the next thing to go, and then the candy eventually ran out, and the smoked meats, and... Just thinking about all the stuff they didn't have any more of, it made him want to sob. He continued his search, climbing up on the lowest shelf to reach up to the highest one, rifling amongst empty boxes until he felt a plastic package crinkle under his hand.
It was a moon pie. He clutched it to his chest, hopping up and down and laughing to himself. "That's what I'm talkin' about! Whoo-hoo-hoo!"
And then, it became a mission. He would protect this treat with his life. He squinted, looking around at the other food items in the larder as he crammed the moon pie into his pocket. He backed out, turning quickly, as if the ceasefire had suddenly been canceled. He ran to the fridge, slinging it open and scanning the contents quickly. He grabbed a can of RC Cola and dashed for the door, and kept on trucking until he hit dirt under the glaring sun, and even then, he sped off for the relative peace and quiet of the fields adjacent to the base.
He legged it, vaulting over the rustic wooden fence, and made his way into timothy grass, some of it as tall as his hips. There was one little lonely tree out there, and he made his way toward the base. The Scout flopped down onto the dry ground, facing back towards home, already far enough out that he could see the two bases in their entirety. He breathed in and out a few times, closing his eyes and enjoying the semi-sweet smell of the hay grass and the onion weed. The tree was old, looked like hell, but it had a little bit of a canopy, just enough to shade him down to his knees in the midday sunlight.
He hadn't noticed that he was intruding on someone until a voice broke through his momentary calm with a sudden, loud, "AHEM!" For a split second it sounded like there was a Spy around.
"Huh?" The Scout sat up quickly and looked to his right. Just around the other side of the tree was the other Scout. "Woah! Uh...hey, brother. You mind if I hang out here?"
The BLU Scout regarded the RED with some distaste, checking him over for weapons. It was really remarkable how similar they looked, and RED Scout was pretty good looking, and he had a mouth on him too, a real wise ass. The BLU Scout shrugged. "Nah. You cool?"
"Yeah. I'm cool."
So, it was all good. It was a ceasefire, nobody was gonna try anything. The Scout had never felt the urge to buddy up to his enemy on their day off, but it didn't seem so odd to just...chill with the guy. They were recruited to the same class, so they ought to have a lot in common. It'd be nice to get away from those other lunatics for a little bit.
The RED Scout nodded and sort of shimmied a little closer towards his enemy. "What you got there?"
"Oh," the BLU Scout moved a little closer, too, so there was about two feet between them, both sharing the relative cool comfort of the tree's shade. He held up a plastic-wrapped sandwich, not altogether unlike the Heavy's version. "Lunch. Took the last slice of bread. Ruski's gonna be pissed when he finds out."
The two of them shared a laugh. The RED Scout held up the slim can of cola. "You wanna share?"
"Oh man, you guys still got pop over there?" The BLU was already unwrapping the sandwich and pulling one side, sliced on the diagonal, out to hand over to the RED. "Damn lucky bastards."
"Eh, this one ain't my favorite. Tryin' to save what's left of the crit-a-cola," the RED said, and accepted the sandwich. He cracked open the soda and took a sip before setting it in the grass between them.
They were both noisy eaters, but they managed not to talk with their mouths open. They both finished their sandwiches and handed off the soda, back and forth, a few times, before everything was managed and the two of them belched loudly. They leaned their backs against the trunk of the tree and stretched out their long legs, gazing lazily back towards the battlements.
The BLU Scout interrupted their daydreaming, "Sure would be nice if we had a twinkie or something. We ain't had sweets in a long time, though."
"Shit," spat the RED Scout, jolting his hand into his pocket to fetch the moon pie. He fished it out of his pocket, a little softer than it had been, and held it out. "I forgot I had this!"
The BLU Scout squirmed closer without really meaning to do so, he was so excited. "Holy crap."
"It's the very last one," said the other. "This is gonna be good."
The RED Scout hastily broke open the package and began to gently shear the cake down the middle. The BLU Scout was actually on his hands and knees alongside him, salivating, staring hard at the RED Scout's hands. The chocolate gave way to white, stretchy fluff, and then the graham crackers crumbled, and the whole thing came apart into two mushy, molten halves of heaven on earth. The RED Scout offered one half to his enemy, who eagerly took it. Chocolate and marshmallow clung onto the RED's fingers as the other took it from him. The two of them might look pretty similar, but they each had very different ways of approaching the moon pie.
The RED Scout was impulsive and jammed half the thing in his mouth immediately, resting his right hand on his knee, closer to the BLU Scout. The BLU Scout took his damn sweet time, taking smaller mouthfuls, chewing, his eyes screwing up to the top of his sockets, his face in sheer ecstasy. The RED Scout had everything in his mouth as the BLU Spy was just swallowing his first bite. The RED's mouth was working overtime to chomp through the sticky mass, but it tasted so good, he hadn't had chocolate since the Heavy took the last box of Dalokohs bars and hid them in his room. His cheeks bulged and he moaned through closed lips and turned to look at the BLU Scout, who was also groaning in delight, his gaze focused as he pulled the cake apart and ate it bit by bit. The thin film of chocolate melted into sweet, gooey marshmallow, and there was the crunchy, cakey graham, and all of it wound up sticking to the roof of their mouths.
The RED Scout managed to swallow first, but couldn't manage to take his eyes off of the BLU Scout, intrigued at the guy's complete surrender to the experience. Sure it had been a while since either team had enjoyed any snack treats, but damn, this guy was into it. He was pressing the last piece into his mouth, and sucked his finger slowly as he retracted it, eyes closed, remembering this, focusing on the flavor. He gulped, and opened his eyes to the intense stare of the RED, who blinked at him stupidly, masked in a fog of gastronomic bliss.
"That was friggin awesome," said the BLU Scout, watching the RED now, as he lifted his fingers towards his mouth.
"Yeah." He licked his fingers clean and flicked his eyes over to his counterpart. "You got some right here," he said, pointing at his cheek to show the other where there was a smear of chocolate on his face.
The BLU's eyebrows rose as he rubbed the back of his wrist over his cheek, the opposite of where the RED had shown him. The BLU Scout scowled a little. "Did I get it?" He rubbed at his mouth with the crook of his elbow. The more he tried to clean himself up the more the other Scout shook his head, and the more he felt like he was covered with the stuff. "What the crap?!"
"Jeez, man." He leaned over and rubbed off the mark with his own knuckles, sighing. "What a disaster."
The BLU lad cleared his throat and turned his face, feeling his ears burn a little. "Thanks."
Of course the RED Scout could see his enemy's blush, and smirked at it. "Lemme ask you something."
"What is it?" The BLU felt a little twitchy, and folded his legs up indian style, crossing his arms. Now that their stomachs were full, there was an uneasy truce between them. He tried to stay on edge just in case something happened.
The RED Scout seemed a bit more at ease. "You ever...mess around with another guy?"
The other Scout was silent for a while. His face was placid as he tried not to let his mortification show. As the thought it over, the hamster running full tilt in the wheel in his head, he scowled. "Hey, what's your deal?" He opted for the butch route to defend his masculinity. "I share my sandwich with your dumb ass and now you're callin' me a faggot?"
Laughter wasn't the response he was expecting.
The BLU held up a fist and shook it lightly. "You lookin' for a bruisin' or somethin'?"
"Aha-ha-ha," the RED Scout waved off the BLU's aggressive gesture, "put that away, I ain't tryin' to start nothin'."
"What're you gettin' at, then?"
The RED Scout sobered and looked down towards his feet, and farther off at the tall grass, which swayed a bit in the stifling sunlight, in the faintest of breezes. "Well, I mean..." He shrugged. "A couple weeks ago I sorta caught our Spy...you know...with the Engineer."
"Ugh," groaned the other, "always thought that guy was light in the loafers."
Thinking about some of the pictures he'd seen of the RED Spy's extracurricular activities, he figured the BLU Scout wasn't aware of them, and decided not to say anything. "I dunno, I don't think it counts."
"What do you mean, it don't count?"
"Well," he turned up his palms and shrugged, rolling his eyes, "sometimes a lay is just lay, man." He laughed, nervous but bold. "Maybe it don't count unless you're, like, in love with the guy or somethin'."
"In that case, our Heavy and Medic are queer as a three dollar bill." The two of them shared a laugh. The BLU Scout found that the RED Scout was still looking at him intently, and their shared brevity evaporated. He was cold in his response, "To answer you question, no, I ain't ever messed around with another guy." He turned and looked off to his right, into the fields. His mouth twitched. "What about you?"
"No," he said, and it was true.
When he'd caught the Spy and the Engineer together it'd been late in the day, he was heading out for a run to let off some steam. As he warmed up, he'd jogged over to the Engineer's shop, just being nosy, and accidentally saw them together through the window. He hadn't participated in anything, but he'd run off to the other side of the battlements and jerked off thinking about what he'd seen. Ever since then he'd been thinking about it. Running and fighting had been pretty good methods for keeping his frustration under control up to then, but seeing the look on the Engineer's face, the sheen of sweat on their bodies, and hearing the noise of their passion had been etched in his brain, leaving him feeling lonely for touch, for intimacy. He'd beat off to it several times, feeling ashamed when it was over, but for some reason, not really because it was wrong, but because he'd been fantasizing about his coworkers.
It had taken a while for him to be able to look at the Engineer again. Of course the Engineer and the Spy behaved the same way they always had, and not knowing if their nighttime activity had been a one-time thing or a regular fling made the Scout's confusion fester into anger and confusion. He'd been such a little prick about the whole thing that after a few days the Engineer had taken him aside for a personal chat to clear things up. The RED Scout liked his Engineer, respected him, and never wanted him to know about what he'd seen, but he asked questions and dropped a few hateful statements that led the Engineer to a pretty certain conclusion of what was the matter.
It had been the Engineer, calming in his slow, methodical way, who'd given him some insight on how to deal with his body's urges. In his smooth, lulling, Southern drawl, he'd given the Scout some advice. Whatever you do, he'd said, as long as it wasn't hurting you or anybody else, it was okay, no matter what other people thought. The Texan was a lot more intuitive and smart than he seemed. He'd told the Scout that sometimes the body wanted strange things. The Engineer had told him that he shouldn't treat any sexual desires he had as any different from a weird food craving, as long as he fulfilled it in a way that was safe, sane, and discreet. With a final, hearty slap on the shoulder, the Engineer had rather knowingly told the Scout to keep his mind open to learning new things, but to mind his own damned business while he was at it. He figured the Engineer knew what he was talking about, and got over what he'd seen...mostly.
"It ain't gay," he said, confidently.
The BLU Scout was suddenly very, very nervous. "You're freakin' me out, man."
"You can't say you've never been curious."
"About what?"
The RED gave him a skeptical glare. "How many times a week do you beat off?"
The BLU Scout fidgeted. "I dunno. A couple times."
"You sick of your hand yet?"
"Ain't got no other option," said the BLU, staring at his groin and the growing sensation of arousal he felt, daring himself to get a stiffy in front of his enemy. The BLU Scout put his hands in his lap, clenching them into fists.
"Don't be a dense motherfucker," the RED sighed, scooting closer. "You wanna try this or not?"
The BLU Scout felt fine hairs raise all over his body. He couldn't exactly say no. He'd never felt attracted to another man, but he couldn't say he ever felt overwhelmingly attracted to a woman, either. He'd never felt much of anything, but at that given moment, he felt interested in what the other Scout was offering. He didn't want to admit that he'd never had sex before. He'd gone as far as to kiss a girl, once, and he'd touched a pair of tits once. He'd been able to feel her up a little before she'd slapped him. He wasn't sure about what he wanted, he was just horny most of the time. Hell, after a month of being trapped on base with so little privacy, too embarrassed to rub one off for the fear of being discovered, even inanimate objects had become sexy. When the BLU Scout had finally snapped, he'd locked himself in a broom closet and didn't come out for twenty minutes.
He stood up and looked down at the other. "Why are you askin' ME?"
"Fuck it, man, I'm horny."
The BLU Scout was nonplussed, and looked like he was going to throw a haymaker at any second.
"You seem cool. We got a lot in common, I bet." The RED Scout was obviously eager to experiment, but not with his teammates. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Plus, you ain't all hairy and shit."
It seemed like a brilliant idea. He hadn't really thought it through when he'd asked, but he was glad he did.
Unfortunately, the other man wasn't so open-minded. He bolted. The BLU Scout took off running, not really towards the bases, but off towards the tall grass. It hadn't even been a decision to do so, he'd just felt a spike of anxiety, and not knowing how else to deal with it, he ran. Bewildered, the RED Scout felt a flutter of predatory instinct and took off running after him. He didn't even know why, he just did. It was only a couple meters out before he caught up with the BLU and tackled him to the ground, arms around the other man's slim hips. They struggled, rolling around in the dirt, flattening the grass around them as they tussled.
"Aaaagh!"
"Hey!" The RED Scout pinned the BLU down by his wrists. He imagined himself being as fat and massive as the Heavy, bearing down on the other with all his might as he wriggled and freaked out bodily. "Why you runnin'?!"
"Get offa me, man, I don't like where this is headed!"
The RED Scout smirked. "Yeah right. How come I can feel your hard-on, genius? You're just as bad off as I am. It'll feel good."
"So what!" said the BLU, jerking his hips and struggling more, trying to buck the other Scout off of him.
"I don't wanna date you, dipshit, I just wanna get off!"
God, it made perfect sense. They were on opposing teams and never, ever saw each other. They'd shoot each other if they so much as looked at one another during the regular work week, and nobody on their teams would be any wiser. And besides, they were both strapping, good looking young lads, and horny as hell. This could be really convenient.
"Don't you wanna get off?"
That seemed to do it. The BLU Scout kept on scowling, but he stopped fighting, and after a few beats, the RED Scout let him go, climbing off and kneeling alongside him. In all honesty, he couldn't find a reason to say no. It was clearly just for fun, wasn't it?
"I guess," he muttered. "I mean...I ain't gotten off in a while."
"Right. Me neither." The RED Scout pulled off his cap and headset, and tugged off his shirt, throwing it in a pile nearby. "This'll be our little secret."
The two of them stared at each other. The BLU Scout took the hint and awkwardly pulled his things off, too. They both sat shirtless with their dog tags dangling over their bare chests.
"How do we do this?"
"It ain't rocket science, you dummy." The RED Scout got up to his knees and moved even closer to the BLU. "Just say stop if you don't like it."
Closing his eyes, the BLU Scout waited, and eventually felt the lips of his counterpart brush against his. He breathed through his nose, nervous, ready to bolt again at any second, but soon after the first pass, the other man kissed him again. He relaxed into it, letting his lips part, allowing the RED Scout to explore him. The RED Scout's lips were soft, and pressed into the BLU Scout gently, not caring so much that he wasn't exactly reciprocating. The RED Scout pushed him down to the ground, on his back, and deepened the kiss. His hands wandered over the lean frame of his sometime enemy, feeling soft hairs on his chest, and toned abdominal muscles, tensing under his touch.
Turns out, it felt good to kiss. The BLU Scout felt the RED Scout's tongue enter his mouth, sliding over his own, prodding, tangling playfully. He tested his mettle. He kissed back, and darted his tongue into the RED Scout's mouth. He let his hands glide over the other man's shoulders. Their groins pressed together as the RED Scout lay partially on top. The RED shifted his hips against the other, their mutual erections grinding together through their pants, now becoming tighter with need. The BLU Scout gasped breathlessly when the RED Scout sat up, straddling him. He watched as the other man jerked at his belt, loosening his pants and brazenly freeing his cock. The RED began to reach for the BLU's belt, too, but the man batted his hands away.
"I got it, I got it," he hissed, his cheeks darkening when the RED Scout started stroking his erection lazily, watching as he fiddled with his belt. He nervously pulled his dick out and the two of them sized one another up, utterly wordless.
Overall, they looked almost the same, from their lithe, skinny frames and lanky legs, down to their slim, rigid cocks, rimmed with a dusting of dark hair. The RED Scout bent forward, bracing his weight on his left arm. He captured both their dicks in his right hand and began stroking while assaulting the BLU Scout's neck with kisses, licking and sucking as he went.
"Don't...leave a mark...asshole," grunted the BLU. His eyes squeezed shut as he focused on the RED's firm grip on his junk.
The RED Scout did his best to oblige, and moved his ministrations to the BLU Scout's prominent collarbone. He slid his fingers over the tips of their cocks, smearing their pre-cum together. The BLU Scout grunted, tipping his head back, flexing into the RED Scout's body, urgently forcing his dick into the other man's hand. The RED Scout liked the blissed-out look on the BLU Scout's face, a lot.
"Ugh...fffuck..."
"I wanna try somethin'," said the RED Scout, sliding down, leaving the BLU Scout looking perturbed at the sudden loss of contact.
His eyes bulged when he saw the RED Scout close his eyes and open his mouth. He watched with increasing curiosity and amazement as he saw the pink tongue emerge and disappear, only to reappear as it lapped up over the head of his dick. He almost screamed in utter pleasure and clamped his hand over his mouth. The RED Scout sucked on the head, accepting as much as he could into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down. The skin was soft, and the texture of the hardness and the veins was interesting against this palate. He released the man, slurping as he went, and took a few seconds to swirl his tongue around the head. He looked up over the BLU's hips at his quick breathing and sweat and remembered the pained look of intense pleasure he'd seen on the Engineer. He tried to remember what else he'd seen, and spit on his hand to wet it before pumping the BLU's shaft a few times.
"What, never had your dick sucked?"
"Shut up," barked the BLU Scout.
The RED Scout grinned suggestively as he wiped his mouth. "You wanna try?"
The BLU Scout's hungry eyes belied the stern, unfriendly line of his mouth. He sat up and shoved the RED Scout so that he rested on his ass, legs sprawled with his pants loose around his hips. The BLU Scout gripped the RED's thighs as he climbed over his legs towards his waist. The RED stayed sitting up, looking down at the BLU Scout as his fingers curled around the base of his dick. The BLU Scout inspected his member, swallowing down a wad of anxiety. It wasn't so different from his own. He thought about what had felt good to him, and palmed the RED Scout's balls as he gingerly stuck out his tongue and tasted the pre-cum on the head of the other man's dick. He snapped his eyes shut and licked, like the thing in his hand was just a warm, fleshy ice cream cone. The RED Scout sighed and led his fingers roam over the BLU Scout's back, his neck, and into his hair, moaning softly.
"Yeah, that's it," he said, encouraging the BLU Scout. "Feels good."
He allowed the shaft into his mouth and sucked on the RED Scout for a few more moments, humming, and allowing the head of the man's cock to graze the back of his throat. He pursed his lips and drew his head back, letting go so that he could make his way up the RED Scout's abdomen. He nipped and sucked on his jaw, and then claimed his lips in a fast, forceful kiss. The two of them pressed their sweat-laced bodies together, rolling around in the dry grass, moaning and pawing at one another with a fair amount of good-natured scratching and competition passing between them. They each grasped one another, their hips bucking and crashing against one another, waves breaking insistently, faster and faster. The RED Scout pulled one arm tight around the BLU Scout, and clasped his hand, along with the BLU's, around both of their erections. He humped against their combined effort, letting his body do what it needed to do, eyes closed. The BLU Scout threw his arm around the other's shoulders, breathing hot and hard into his ear, moaning, thrusting up into the RED's hand, against his cock, lips quivering.
"Shit, I'm gonna come," he hissed.
"Oh yeah, do it."
The BLU Scout came first, his body going still and muscles tightening as the sensation overwhelmed him. He saw sparks behind his eyelids as he threw back his head and groaned as the RED continued to milk him. The RED Scout groaned, feeling the other's ejaculate spurt up between them, further lubricating his hand. He jerked himself to finishing within seconds, further aided in his orgasm when he felt the BLU Scout's teeth graze against his ear. He came violently, jerking and moaning loudly, shooting his semen onto the BLU Scout's stomach. He collapsed into a heap, trapping both their hands between their bodies.
"Christ, man," he murmured, letting his cheek rest on the BLU's shoulder.
"You're crushin' me, dude," said the BLU Scout, only after allowing them both to enjoy the unraveling of their orgasms, when their breath returned to them.
The RED Scout blushed a little, regardless of their intimacy, and moved off of his...enemy. "Sorry."
He laid back in the grass and crossed his arms behind his head, looking up at the clear, cloudless sky. The sun had been beating down on them the whole time. He was dripping wet, shaking with exhaustion, but it felt good. He took a deep breath and let the darkness of his closed eyes consume him for a while, enjoying the relaxation of release and the cooling sensation of sweat drying on his skin. He could just barely feel the BLU Scout's arm brushing against his. Without their shirts on, it was hard to remember that either of them were on opposing sides of a global war for what amounted to corporate sponsorship. He'd been paid five hundred thousand dollars in the last few months for all the killing he'd done, with bonuses for every time he captured the other side's intel. He was sure he'd be sending more money back home to ma soon, and some of it, he knew, had been earned from shooting at, and probably killing the man beside him, more than a few times. Thanks to the respawn system, no matter how weird it was, nobody ever really seemed to die, but the intention was the same. He tried not to dwell on it.
"I ought to get back," said the BLU Scout, sitting up and reaching for his shirt.
The RED opened his eyes to a fine slit as he regarded the other man looking down at his chest. He cracked a smile. The BLU Scout was peering down at the sticky fluid coating his stomach with a look on his face like he smelled something real bad. The RED Scout snickered, trying to hide it, and got a fairly hard love tap for it, a backhand right to the floating ribs. He choked and sat up, wincing and covering his soft spot with his arms.
"Easy, easy," he said, grimacing. "It's funny!"
The BLU Scout grabbed the RED's shirt and used it to wipe up his mess, eliciting an irritated groan out of him when he tossed the shirt back at him. "How's that for funny, chucklehead?"
The RED Scout frowned, but used the soiled shirt to clean himself up, too. "Not cool. Definitely not cool."
"Whatever." The BLU Scout stood up, hiding his face when he smiled. He adjusted his briefs, zipped up, and buckled his belt. He dusted his ass for good measure.
"Aw, shit," yelped the RED Scout.
The BLU Scout looked down at him, startled.
"I got some on my pants."
The BLU laughed at that, and covered his eyes to look back towards home base. "Shit, there's the Soldier." He ducked down to grab his headset, smoothing down his hair before slapping his cap down over it.
The tall grass hid their position pretty well, but the RED Scout knew if they both got up at the same time to head back, it'd look hell of suspicious. "You go on first, I'll wait a while." He balled his dirty shirt up into a wad and set it aside. He put on his hat but left his headset off.
The BLU Scout nodded and cautiously stole one last, self conscious glance at the RED Scout. "Uh, thanks."
"I told you it'd feel good," he said, smirking, completely full of himself. He let his chest puff up in pride. "You seemed to enjoy yourself, anyway."
"I was talkin' about the moon pie," the BLU Scout retorted, running off in a half-crouch through the grass, gradually disappearing. "Moron!"
He'd found a pretty good way to spend most of his day off, and he didn't regret it. He'd just let his libido do its thing, and it admittedly felt good to be rid of that tough knot of unfulfilled desire that had been squatting inside of him for weeks. He was pretty sure he'd see the BLU Scout again. He knew it for sure, actually, because ceasefire was over in another day. He figured it didn't matter what happened then, or on the next ceasefire day. The job paid well, and he'd be sticking around, even though the food was lame, the pillows were hard as rocks, and he had to do his own laundry. The few pros definitely outweighed the cons, in his mind.
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