Welcome back TF2chan, I have a present for you! --- Scout could remember the first time Medic and Spy met. They hated each other. They had such similar ideals that they didn’t get along at all. When Medic began gathering pets however, Spy took an interest in his work and Medic took an interest in him. Everyone knew what they did behind closed doors, although as usual no one mentioned it. Scout had made a few jabs when the two weren’t around but that didn’t happen anymore. Right now he was sitting at Medic’s feet as the man toyed idly with his hair and chatted to Spy about various goings on with the team. Scout leant his head against Medic’s knee, enjoying the feeling of the man’s fingers in his hair. Briefly, Medic tightened them and tugged Scout back into sitting up straight. Spy was standing up and walking over, towering above the seated Scout. There was a bit of shuffling and Spy ended up seated on Medic’s lap, his trousers undone and his half-hard cock peeking out from them. Scout stared at it for a moment and then up at Medic, who licked his lips in sadistic glee. He swallowed his fear and stuck his tongue out, giving the head a tiny lick then descending a little. Above him, Spy murmured his appreciation, giving tips as Scout worked. Things like ‘less suction’, ‘rub the base with your tongue’ and all in the French accent that Scout would have mocked relentlessly, had he been the same. Medic pulled off his gloves with a snap and ran his bare hands underneath Spy’s shirt, feeling the muscles tense underneath his fingertips. The Frenchman was reduced to incoherency, rolling his hips and gripping Scout’s hair. His breathing sped up and his back arched, pushing his chest into Medic’s splayed hands. The boy did his best to pleasure Spy, using the very little experience he had in the field and the tips Spy had given him to the best of his ability. He used his hand on the flesh he couldn’t take in, rolled his balls around the palm of his hand and moaning around Spy’s cock. The sudden wash of salt down his throat made him gag and pull away, earning him a disapproving noise from Medic, until he licked what he could from his lips and looked up at him. Medic snapped a glove back on and traced his thumb over Scout’s lip, holding the boy’s chin with his fingers. Again Scout opened his mouth and Medic wiped the rest of it onto his tongue. Spy watched this, looking completely satisfied and lit a cigarette.