Go Avay (continued) - by andrew ryans caddy -------------------------------- The cheapasses in charge here didn't give them beds anywhere near big enough for two, but Scout kept ending up in Medic's anyway. What? His room was nicer. Got like sun in the morning or some shit. Also it was pretty funny to see Medic naked and with his hair all stuck up all over the place, way different from how everybody else only got to see him all wrapped up in a labcoat, and it was funny how the first thing he did was grope his hand around for his glasses to get a better look at the totally hot guy in bed with him. This time Scout was the first awake, and it was quiet. He wasn't used to that. At home there was always somebody putting shoes on or rattling through the closet or talking somewhere until it seemed like the world had been going on for hours without you. The blinds were open and threw in fat bright bars of sunlight onto the bed, around where Scout was wedged between Medic and the opposite wall. He didn't feel any need to get up right away. There weren't any fights scheduled this morning, and it was nice to just lie around a bit without the announcer yelling through the loudspeakers. There wasn't even the usual daybreak sound of Soldier yelling at the dumb rooster Heavy'd stolen from the REDs (he thought it was cute) to DO YOUR GOD-GIVEN JOB, IF YOU THINK WE GIVE OUT FREE RIDES HERE YOU ARE GOING TO FIND YOURSELF SERVING YOUR COUNTRY AS A SORELY MISTAKEN PLATE OF NUGGETS. He must've been sleeping in for once, or stuck between a naked guy and a wall like Scout was. He'd been acting weird lately, talking real quiet, which is to say you couldn't hear him from across the room, mostly around Demo... Okay, that was something Scout really, really didn't need to think about. Thinking about Soldier having sex was like thinking about your mom having sex, except your crazy mom who kept yelling at you to SHINE THOSE BOOTS MAGGOT I WANT TO SEE MY FACE IN THEM no matter how many times you pointed out that you were wearing sneakers and there were plenty of mirrors in the bathroom, jeez. Anyway, lying there was nice for five minutes or so. Then Scout got bored. Also, he had a bad case of being a healthy young man early in the morning, and it was jabbing Medic's thigh at an angle that was getting uncomfortable. "Hey." He poked Medic in the arm. "You gonna sleep forever or what?" "Past sunrise for vunce vould be nice," he said without moving or opening his eyes. His voice was all foggy, the way people's were first thing. "Wuss. The sun's been up for ages." "Vas a figure of speech." He flopped his hand around like trying to gesture, but there wasn't much room, so he ended up just kinda patting Scout on the chest instead. "Ja, ja, I am getting up." He looked different without his glasses on. Less like the doctor running around ducking bullets and putting people back together and more like just a guy you'd see anywhere. He looked more naked with them off than without clothes. It made you realize he had eyelashes. "I said wake up," Scout said, pushing the blankets out of the way and climbing on top of him. "I didn't say anything about getting out of bed." Scout kissed him and it was still new, like something he hadn't quite figured out if he could really do anytime he wanted. Medic ran his hands up and down his forearms, which felt way sexier than Scout would ever've thought. His hands were real soft from being in those gloves all the time. Also he was a really good kisser. Scout was sort of getting the hang of this. He'd never been shy around touching people, but still it was weird to touch somebody else in the places and the ways you always had to be careful not to when you were wrestling or horsing around. Just running his hands up for the sake of feeling the ridges of the ribs under his fingertips, and watching how Medic's stomach rose up and down underneath. Scout's model for what a body was like was his own, and Medic's was like it in some ways, but different. Like how Scout'd never thought that little dip in the bone under your throat was anything special, but when he kissed there, Medic made some really interesting sounds. Scout liked how he could make him lose it a little, like getting to a secret nobody else got to see. "Ve vill be late to breakfast," Medic said, sounding and looking like he thought something was funny, kind of a smile that was getting less drowsy. Scout sat up and straddled him. "You give a shit?" "Not really." Medic reached up and pulled him down to kiss him, and it was really weird when your reflexes said anybody who grabbed you was gonna get you in a headlock and bash your face into a wall, but Scout figured he could get used to it. Scout liked how different Medic was in bed from the all-business guy he was on the field, and not just because he hated assumptions about fighting and screwing styles being the same because if he heard one more goddamn crack about being fast, he was gonna smack somebody's skull inside out. Medic smelled like guy and like fancy soap. Scout'd thought that was only for girls. Normal soap was good enough for him, you know, the gluey white bar that was older than he could remember and in a weird shape from being stuck back together a dozen times. Did they make fancy soap for guys? Maybe in Germany. It was a definite guy smell. "I vant to show you something good," Medic murmured. His breath tickled Scout's ear. "Yeah?" said Scout, who always had to ask since he was fast enough to get out of any trouble his curiosity got him into. "Ja. But you must follow my directions exactly." That would sound a lot more stern and official if it weren't coming from a guy with his hair falling loose over his forehead and his nipples showing. That's another thing you never knew without touching, that his hair was soft. Scout's eyebrows went one up and one down. "What sorta directions we talkin about, Doc?" Medic sat up on his elbows, kind of throwing off Scout's balance, but he could improvise. Medic was trying to give him a look over glasses that weren't there. "Herr Scout, you have let me put your organs back into place vith nothing more than commands zat I hurry up. I zink you can trust me vith a simple thing like this." Okay, so maybe that made some sense. Still, it wasn't like a prom date, where you knew what was gonna happen and who was gonna get to second base. Did guys even have bases? "Yeah, but respawn doesn't cover my ass." They probably measured it with soccer or something else totally gay. "Relax, leibchen," Medic said, running his hands up and down Scout's hips so it was tough to get pissed at how his little smile was kind of whats-the-word. Patron something. Not the tequila. "I am not going to be doing anyzing to you." If Scout had known the word, the little smile on Medic's face would've made him forget it. Along with his own name. "You are going to be doing to me." They did call it batting for the other team, though. While Scout was trying to think of a response that was more sexy and suave than yes please, Medic reached over and felt around in the drawer of the bedside table. In a minute his hand came out holding a jar. "Isn't that the stuff you grease your gun with?" Scout said. "On ze battlefield, vun must improvise," Medic answered as he dipped Scout's fingers in the cool, smooth stuff and told him what to do next. "You crazy?" Scout said, and was going to climb off him except it was hard to get the leverage and a lot of really vocal parts of his body liked it there. "I'm not stickin' anything up your butt! That's gross, man!" Medic's eyebrows had a way of moving around all sorts of ways, like those flags they used to send messages over the distance before they figured out they could just use a phone. "As a matter of fact, you have no reason for concern. The anus is a very efficient self-cleaning organ. " Scout stared at him for a second. Then he couldn't help it and started giggling like a loon. "Man, Doc, you are lucky you're hot, cause that is without a freakin' doubt the worst sexy talk I have ever heard." Medic rolled his eyes. "Get off of me." "Hey, c'mon, I didn't mean it like that." "Do as I say," he said, and there was a promise in his voice that got Scout to actually do it. He rolled off and got up on his knees, waiting for something interesting to happen that'd make up for not having Medic's body between his legs anymore, which would take a lot. Medic rolling over, getting on his hands and knees, and looking at him over his shoulder in a way that had to mean get on with it, for example. For once, something to say wasn't right on Scout's tongue and jumping out his mouth. He had to go looking for it. "Um," he said, gesturing in a way that didn't help much, "what am I supposed to do?" It was one thing to figure, yeah, liking it when a guy sucked your dick was probably faggy, another to deal with him pointing his ass at you. "Start with your fingers, bitte," Medic said, and yeah, Scout caught him rolling his eyes. Prick. Hot, naked prick. "Use ze lubricant." "You are one bossy fag," Scout said. "You sure, man? This stuff is cold." "It vill varm up." He kind of wriggled his ass, and if he wanted Scout to be able to think that was not the right way to go about it. "Hurry up, ve don't have all day." There wasn't anything to do except start sticking fingers up his butt. Scout started out with one, going slow, still half convinced Medic was going to turn around and smack the crap out of him. Instead he just watched over his shoulder and nodded along, making little encouraging sounds, like Scout was moving his furniture for him. "That's right, zere. Keep going." It was a surreal feeling. Not really bad though. Scout'd never thought about what this kind of thing felt like from the inside. Sort of warm and tight, and yeah, it was a whole new thing to think about putting his dick in there. "Add anozer," Medic said. His breathing was steady, but Scout got the feeling it was taking some effort. He did what Medic said, cause at the end of the day, a guy had the last call on what went in his butt. The sun through the blinds made right lines on his body and highlighted how deep the black of his hair was, and made the streaks of silver shine. There was something about being the center of an older guy's attention. One who thought Scout was good enough to give him time of day. He was rocking back a little, and his face was tilted up. His hair moved around a lot more when there wasn't that stuff he put in to make it stiff and shiny. Scout put his hand on Medic's hip for balance. "Scissor your fingers." "You sure?" When he nodded, head dipping down below his shoulders, Scout did. "Doesn't that hurt?" "Nein." Medic shifted around to open his legs up more. His hand was pressing down hard on the mattress, making little valleys around the fingers. "A little. Like ze ache of running, or ze bruises of a vinning fight." Scout had to say he was pretty impressed with how the doc kept his cool. Maybe that's what made his stomach jump when he curled his fingers a little and Medic gasped, with his eyes gone wide. "Sorry, sorry! Am I not supposed to do that?" Shit, Scout didn't know the rules here! He sure as hell didn't want to break anything. "Again," Medic said, rocking himself back onto Scout's fingers. Scout tried to remember what he'd done and where he'd touched. This time he watched Medic's face as close as he could while he was around the other end, though he didn't even have to, because he could feel it through the hand on medic's hip, how he tensed and arched his back while his lips opened and let out a moan you could tell he was trying to keep quiet cause it wasn't much more than a breath. Scout noticed his cock was so hard it hurt. "Sehr gut," Medic murmured, and it was a good thing it was too himself cause Scout sure didn't have a clue what he was talking about. "English, doc, you gotta tell me what to do here." "You're doing very vell on your own." Christ, who'd ever heard Medic's voice go like that before, especially wiggling his hips like that? Come to think of it, running around hauling a laser heal gun and trying to keep all of them glued together gave you a serious case of nice ass. He was breathing hard, and his back was arching. "Now, take me." Scout's mind went blank. "Like, what, to the movies?" "No, dummkopf," Medic growled, twisting around to glare at him and sounding a lot more like himself, naked and with his hair stuck to his forehead a little with sweat or not. "Ze ozzer sense." "Zee....ohh." "Slick yourself vell, I don't vant to be injured by your clumsiness." He had the stern thing in his voice down pretty well until Scout pulled his fingers out and it ended in a moan. Scout didn't think he'd ever done anything faster than he got that lube on. He wasn't really sure where to put his hands. They ended up on Medic's hips, and he didn't seem to mind, so he went with that. He got things all lined up, and hesitated. "So do I just...?" "Ja," Medic panted, pushing back so that Scout could feel him at the tip of his cock. "You just." At first he thought it wasn't going to work. Then he pushed a little harder. "Oh Christ fuck shit motherfucker goddamn." "Yes," said Medic. His head was arching back, making this throat stand out. Scout pressed in slow, or at least he thought it was slow, he didn't have any standards to go by here. Medic grabbed the headboard with one hand and made this sound that was like a car that wouldn't start except incredible. "Zat's right," Medic panted. "Keep going, just like zat." Truth was, Scout didn't need to be told anymore. He was the kind of guy who trusted his body more than his brain, and if his brain said this should be gross and weird, his body disagreed by moving out and in a little, and shit, shit that was nice, so Scout did it some more. Medic let out a moan that must have come from down in the pit of his stomach, arching and grabbing so the muscles in his arms stood out. He whispered, "Mehr..." Scout was sliding out a little, and said, "Man, I told you, I don't speak that shit!" Medic reached back and grabbed his thigh to pull him in, leaning his head back with eyes with more open punch-you-in-the-gut want than Scout'd ever seen, and said, "More." There were times you just didn't argue. Scout let his body do what it wanted, and that was fuck Medic like there was no tomorrow. He made sounds that might've been German or might've just been sounds, all Scout knew was they were good and all he had to do to get more was move into him. It was like running except in place and it felt like angels and magic and all that goofy stuff except on his dick. Medic let go of Scout's leg so he could jack himself off, mumbling and moaning stuff that had to be obscene. Scout was moving in a wild way he couldn't even think about controlling, and even thinking at all was more than he could handle right now except if it was hot and fuck and good, and when he came it was like having his lights punched out by an angel. While he was still halfway to la-la land, he felt Medic grabbing his hand and moving it on his dick, which seemed like a pretty good idea. Scout'd never jerked off anybody who wasn't him, but it was pretty much the same, except for how it felt different and the gasps Medic made until he spilled over his hand and dropped onto the bed. Scout rolled off of him, or tried to. He got stuck up against the wall again. That was okay. Felt kinda nice and cool against how hot his skin was. Right now, the wall could get blasted down by a pile of dynamite and it'd be okay. It felt real quiet, now, with just the birds outside and Medic's breathing as it slowed down. He looked relaxed, with his eyes lidded and a smile kind of curling around the corners of his mouth. Scout said, "Gaddamn." Medic said, "Mm-hm." "You give pretty good instructions." Medic laughed, slow and deep. "You sveet talker." It was quiet again for a minute. Good quiet. That was the thing about Medic; he didn't chatter all the time just cause he felt like he was supposed to. "We should probably go down to breakfast, huh," Scout said. Medic moved around to fit him better by his side. "It's Pyro's turn to cook. Zey vill be flicking ze burners off and on to stare at zem for a vhile yet." "Good thing. Don't feel like movin' yet." Scout flopped over Medic, just to bug him, but instead of trying to push him off he just laughed, so he settled in. "S'nice here." Even if the company did need to give them bigger beds. Cheap bastards.