>>111 It's hitting kinks I never knew I had either. Christ, I don't know how to feel about myself anymore. >>114 It took me ten minutes to scan through and find that sentence because I totally did not remember putting it in there. I'm glad I did, though. I need to practice my Scout more often for the fanfic I have coming up in Sept. Lol, yeah, I saw the prompt and I looked a the pairing. I was like: ... yeah, Scout's going to take 20 minutes to get up Spy's leg to his dick... or he's totally going to let Spy take 20 minutes to get to his dick. Noway. ::::: Game mechanics, what are those? >>15 Soldier/Demo / Spy/Soldier—this one’s kind of a two-fer. 10 of Clubs—Quickies: Quickies are usually thought of as inept sex but if you create the right mood and fantasy they can be fun. Besides, lots of the games in this book were geared towards women and here is at least one that the guys will like. Pretend a large closet in your house is an elevator. Go into it with a kitchen timer set for 5 minutes. See if you can get undressed enough to have sex and put yourself back into more or less presentable form before the “door†opens with the timer ring. If you get good enough maybe you can try it in a real elevator. ::::: It was one of those ideas that came to them in between the “just one more†shot of tequila and “holy crap, when did we get shit-faced?†bottle of whiskey. Doe and DeGroot thought it was one of the most inspirational things that they could have come up with in their current state. In their wild night of drinking, they never thought that timing themselves to see how quickly they could jerk off would lead to this. Their eyes were locked in a heated staring match, thinking of the raunchiest things they could as a kind of head start for what they were about to embark on. Doe glanced down at DeGroot’s impressive bulge and wondered if the other man was farther along than he was. “You’re cheating, DeGroot.†“Ach, ‘n’ you aren’t, Doe-boy?†Degroot reached over to give Doe a playful grab, but he grabbed DeGroot’s wrist and gave him a glare. They traded a rancid, alcohol infused breath as their foreheads smacked together with the force of their masculinity, testosterone pulling them closer as they struggled to intimidate one another. The elevator dinged, and they stepped into the empty space as one. As soon as the door closed, their time began. DeGroot shoved Doe against the wall, already unzipping his pants and pulling at the American’s belt. Doe fought back, of course, but his hands were clumsy while the Scot’s only seemed to become more dexterous with drink. It wasn’t long until DeGroot was shoving the back of Doe’s pants down and pushing at the tight ring of muscle attempting to keep him out. “Goddammit, Tavish, I thought I was going to—“ “We both know I’m quicker with my hands, Jane.†That made the American loosen up a little, but not much. Tavish didn’t seem to really mind, and he thrust his hips up, forcing his way in and wrenching a manly grunt of pain from Doe. “Relax, boyo, ‘m not gonnae take long…†his hand reached around Doe to paw at his pants, attempting to find his zipper while he continued to thrust up into the other man. The siding of the elevator, a dim gold metal plate, began to fog beneath Jane’s pained gasps. Within his pants, his erection was wilting, even as Tavish pulled him out of the confines. Somewhere between his insides being pummeled by DeGroot’s cock, and the coarse hand stroking him, he felt a shock of pleasure. He bucked back against it, grunting and pushing off of the elevator’s side with a renewed vigor as the spark jolted within him again. He was too late to catch up to Tavish. The Scot was already increasing his tempo, striving for the rush of release. Just as Doe was starting to get his flag up again, he felt a warmth spill into him, and DeGroot’s harsh breath against his neck. “Dammit, DeGroot…†He snarled when he heard a loud snore and shoved back against the heavy black man. Tavish fell back like a sack of potatoes, and Doe glanced up at the numbers in the elevator. He still had time… His hand strayed back to his cock and his eyes drifted shut. He could do this. A gloved hand slipped beneath his, and when he glanced down, he saw a blue silhouette in the shape of a hand encircling his cock. He growled at it, and clutched at the invisible sleeve, trying to drag the Spy’s hand away. “Do you want my help or not? We do not have long…†At the surprising sincerity in the whispered words, Doe’s hand stopped scrambling at the Frenchman’s sleeve. He still gripped it, his knuckles white as the BLU Spy’s skillful hand brought him off quickly and efficiently. “Dear Statue of Liberty, Spy… how the fuck did you learn to do that?†Soldier growled, quickly tucking himself away once the Frenchman let go. Even he couldn't bring himself off as quickly as Spy just had. He pulled the back of his pants up and recinched his belt just as they reached the bottom floor. When the doors opened, no one was there, and the two men stepped out, looking as if nothing had happened. “Should we really be leaving Monsieur DeGroot there?†“Eh… he’s woken up in worse situations.†Jane replied, watching from a safe distance with Spy as the doors closed and the elevator began to ascend again.