>>2 Second part to it. A third part is tentatively imminent. ::::: Scout had never been so stressed out in his life. Sniper and Spy knew, they knew, and they weren’t doing anything. The team still treated him normally, they didn’t jeer at him and call him a faggot like they had when they’d first found out about Spy fucking Sniper. They just… went about their business like they hadn’t seen him jerking himself off against that brick wall; like they didn’t care that he’d gotten off on them slapping his ass until it was redder than RED’s uniforms. It pissed him the fuck off. It also scared him. He hadn’t known. He hadn’t known that he’d had those urges too, that he’d been jealous of what they’d had. They had someone they could be themselves with and they could get off to what they liked. He couldn’t, though. He’d grown up in a family of eight boys, and in the rough part of town. If his family didn’t kill him for it, then one of the assholes in his neighborhood would have. No, it was safer to lock anything like that away. To brush it off as insanity and keep chasing skirts like they were a lifeline. Because they really were. He could hear them talking in Sniper’s camper, soft mumblings through the casing that he wished he could listen in on. What did they talk about? The battle? Their lives? Did they tell one another that they loved each other, or were they just fuck buddies? He’d been standing there long enough that he was getting tired of it, frustrated that he couldn’t raise his hand to knock on the door. He wasn’t scared, just unsure of himself. Did he really want to ask about this shit? Sniper’s face as Spy drove into him flashed in his mind. He’d never seen anyone look so undone, and he’d masturbated in front of a mirror sometimes “just for curiosity’s sake.†If having a dick shoved in you was better than a hand job, he wanted to fucking know about it. He could at least console himself with those thoughts. It convinced him that he wasn’t doing this out of loneliness. He finally raised his fist to knock, and the voices within stopped. He listened for a moment, his heartbeat racing in his chest. What if they turned him away? They obviously hated him. Sniper opened the door, his work shirt gone and a hickey bright red against the tan on his collarbone. Scout’s eyes locked on the red blotch that barely breached the cover of his previously-white undershirt, and just stared. Sniper cleared his throat and Scout drug his eyes away to look up at the man. “Wotcha want?†Sniper asked, leaning his shoulder on the door and crossing one socked foot over the other casually. Scout couldn’t speak, his throat was seizing. A moment of silence, and Spy slipped up behind Sniper, wearing considerably less than the marksman—the only things he had on were his mask and his underwear. It helped to snap Scout out of his staring contest with Sniper. “Pft, fags… cant keep your clothes on when you’re in this camper, huh?†He snorted and crossed his arms. Sniper rolled his eyes and was about to slam the door in Scout’s face before the kid woke up and caught it with his hand. “No, wait! That’s not…†he swallowed and he had to jam himself into the door to keep the stronger man from shutting it on his arm. “That’s not what I meant! I’m sorry—“ He felt the door loosen a bit. “Can… can we talk?†He asked, and the desperation he felt flooded the question like a burst dam. When Sniper opened the door again, what was waiting for him wasn’t the cocky Scout that had made his and Spy’s lives hell since he’d found out about their relationship, but a kid that looked scared out of his mind and had chosen to turn to them. He didn’t look the least bit moved. “Sniper,†Spy finally spoke, his eyes studying Scout slowly. “Let him come in.†When Sniper moved from blocking the door, Scout clambered in and took up relatively little space in the cramped quarters. The older man grumbled as he returned to sit on the bed, where Spy was already sitting with his legs crossed and a lit cigarette. He offered Sniper a drag, but the bushman kept it, so Spy lit another. The master of espionage motioned to the single, small wooden chair that was in the corner, and Scout dragged it over to sit before them, bouncing his leg nervously. “What did you want to talk about, Scout?†Spy asked, though Scout thought he already knew. The Frenchman had a look that he used when he knew something but was asking the question anyway. It was probably to make other people feel at ease and less like he knew everything about them— which he did. “You guys haven’t told anyone.†Sniper snorted and tapped the ash of his cigarette into the ashtray set up next to the table. “Oui, as a courtesy. You see, we do not hold petty, insignificant grudges.†Spy’s smile was unnerving, and Scout shifted on his chair. “You have already had your punishment for outing us to the team… why should we tell?†He shrugged and rested his hand holding his cigarette on his knee, his thumb playing with the tip of the filter. “I… thanks…†Scout whispered, the shame doubling back on him and thickening his throat. He’d cried afterward, cried so hard that he’d thrown up and been so devastated with himself that he’d laid there on the ground and couldn’t get up for at least an hour. “I didn’t… I didn’t know.†“What?†Sniper sneered at Scout and leaned forward. “That they would give us shit for it? Bullshit!†“No, not… I knew that…†he looked so remorseful that Spy reached over to place his hand on Sniper’s knee. “You didn’t know that you wanted a man.†Spy said softly. Scout nodded and stared at his hands in his lap. “It made me feel weird that you two were… but… I think… I dunno, I just…†“You mistook jealousy for disgust, maybe?†Spy supplied, a small smirk quirking the corners of his lips. Scout was blushing by now and fidgeting like he’d rather be pacing instead of sitting. “I guess.†He gave a non-commital shrug. “Well, sorry, kid. Can’t help you—“ Spy’s finger dug into a nerve above Sniper’s knee and he winced. “What?†From the look in Spy’s eye, he knew what the other wanted, and since Scout’s head was angled down to watch his hands again, he didn’t see the bushman give Spy a warning look and shake his head. He was not going to let the little brat experiment with them. Spy’s eyes said otherwise, though, and the man turned to face Scout again like Sniper wouldn’t change his decision. Sniper broke in quickly, “we aren’t going to tell anyone. Alright?†He tried to soften the gruffness of his voice for the kid, to not be quite as mean. Scout looked up and started to say something before Spy cut in. “Do you want to have sex with us?†Scout’s jaw dropped and Sniper’s glare passed right through Spy as if it wasn’t there. “It will help you to sort out your feelings a bit, and it has been quite a while since I’ve had the company of two men in my bed at the same time.†Spy shrugged nonchalantly, and Sniper growled before laying back on his bed and kneading his eyes. “Are… you sure it’s okay? I mean… you two look like you have a pretty good deal going and stuff.†Spy waved off his concern and Sniper reached up to hit him. Spy pinched the nerve above Sniper’s knee again and he cursed violently. “Yes, well, having a little variety in our bed won’t ruin our relationship.†Spy assured him with a soft chuckle. “Oh… okay…†Scout blushed and glanced at Sniper to see the man glaring at him before looking away. There was an awkward pause before Spy saw that he was going to have to orchestrate the commencement. “Well, stand up and strip.†Spy told him, putting his cigarette back in his mouth before leaning over to undo Sniper’s pants. The bushman tussled with him a bit, but in the end, all he got was a cigarette burn through his undershirt and his hand bitten. Scout smiled a little to himself as he shed his shirt and kicked off his shoes. He paused with his hands on his waistband and pushed off only his pants for now, feeling a little more comfortable with his underwear still on. When he looked back up, Spy was kissing Sniper’s cigarette burn and laving his tongue along the red and puckered circle. Scout felt his blush get brighter and hesitantly moved closer. Spy reached out and leaned away from Sniper so that there was room for Scout. The younger man was wary, but held his hand out for Spy to take. He cupped his fingers and pulled the hand closer to his mouth, pressing a kiss to his taped knuckles before leaving a trail down his wrist to his elbow, pulling Scout closer with every gentle press of his lips. Sniper’s rough hands grabbed his hips and lifted him into the middle of the bed, kneeling between them as he felt those big calloused hands run along his stomach, sides and back. He felt like he was going to pass out. His heart was racing in his chest, like he was running faster than his fastest, and Spy’s lips finally trailed along his shoulder to his collarbone and then his neck. Scout let out a soft noise he’d been holding in since the kiss to his knuckles. It was a cross between a whine of regret and a moan of excitement. He felt Sniper’s hands pause for a moment before they scrubbed over his hips and down his lean thighs when the hands reached his knees, they slipped over and started stroking up the inside, and that’s when Scout noticed that his briefs were bulging. Spy’s teeth scraped his jaw, and he felt himself melting into the moment. His own hands rose, one to cup Spy’s head and the other to rest on his hip. His hand slipped forward and he found himself groping Spy’s ass as his other slipped down to grip his shoulder after a particularly vicious love-bite at his throat. He let out a soft gasp, and Sniper’s hand quested farther up his inner thighs to cup his balls through his underwear and give them a surprisingly gentle squeeze. He wasn’t saying anything, because he knew that he would say the wrong thing and they would kick him out without his clothes. It was safer this way. “Are you enjoying yourself, mon cherie?†Spy breathed against his skin, raising goose bumps in the path of his warm breath. “Y-yeah…†Scout replied, not sure what else he could do with his hands. Sniper’s seemed to know where to go, but he wasn’t sure what to do with his own. He tried running his hand up Spy’s back and ended up gripping both of his shoulders. “Well, tells us what you want, hm?†Spy’s hands moved up to take Scouts after sensing his confusion and started moving them down his chest, flicking Scout’s fingers against his hard nipples and giving an exaggerated moan against Scout’s skin to show that he wanted the other to touch him. Scout drew from it that as long as his hands weren’t still, Spy would be happy. He moved his hands in a copy of Sniper’s, tracing his fingers and palms along Spy’s sides and stomach, chest and ass. He paused at his nipples, because the other man seemed to enjoy the attention. When Sniper’s hand that wasn’t involved between his thighs moved up to pinch and flick his own, though, he didn’t really care for it. Sniper’s hand moved back down and started slipping off Scout’s underwear. “Wh—“ Spy’s lips sealed Scout’s, and the younger man’s nails bit into the Spy’s side as he gripped him hard. He heard Sniper growl, and felt the bushman’s lips against his ear and then his stubble against his cheek as he interfered with the kiss and stole Scout from Spy’s invading tongue. He was hot—the inside of his mouth was like a furnace, and the difference between his hands and Spy’s were just as startling. The master of espionage wasn’t cold, but he didn’t have the raw heat that Sniper’s entire body put out as he crushed Scout against him and kissed the living daylights out of him. Spy’s lips trailed down Scout’s stomach, and Scout didn’t even realize that his underwear had been pulled all the way down before Spy’s lips encircled him and he bucked his hips back against Sniper’s semi-clothed erection pressing against his ass. A moan escaped Scout and Sniper at the same time, and it rattled into the other’s throats and caused them both to pull away—Scout dazed with lust and Sniper to glare at Spy, who was looking up at them both with a shit-eating grin around Scout’s cock in his mouth. He suddenly let go and leaned up to kiss Sniper, and Scout saw the hunger between them that he hadn’t felt—that he had wanted. It’s what he had come here for. He supposed love wasn’t as simple as sex. He watched them kiss and felt Spy’s hand meander down from his hip to slowly jerk him off. A soft noise vibrated in his throat, and it wasn’t until Spy pulled back from Sniper’s lips to bite SCcout’s earlobe that he let it out in a needy groan. If Sniper and Spy hadn’t been supporting him from both sides, he wouldn’t have been able to support himself. Sniper’s underwear were lost next, and Scout found himself withdrawing as he felt a bare cock against his ass. “I don’t…†his voice cracked, and Spy kissed him again. He could taste Sniper on him, and somehow the mixture of them made the kiss sweeter, more sensual than before. Something cold and slick probed at his ass, and when he felt a pang of discomfort, he tried to pull back from Spy and almost bit the other man’s tongue when he was dragged back into the kiss. Sniper murmured to him like he was a scared animal, and he let the rough voice and soothing words wash over him as Spy thumbed his head and brought his own cock out to jerk them both off in tandem. Scout had almost forgotten about the discomfort behind him when Sniper slipped a second finger in. Scout whined and pulled back from Spy so that he could take deeper breaths. Spy rested his cheek on his shoulder and kissed and suckled at his neck, whispering soft, pleasant things in French that helped the younger man deal with the pain and relax a little more. His erection was flagging next to Spy’s but that didn’t discourage the Frenchman or the hand that gave little squeezes and occasionally a soft, massaging motion with his thumb at the base of Scout’s erection, trying to overpower the discomfort with pleasure. Sniper’s voice rumbled next to his ear on the shoulder that Spy wasn’t taking up, saying things like, “there’s a boy,†or, “crickey, you’re doing good.†Between the two, he thrusted his hips a little against Spy and felt the discomfort fade slightly as he adjusted to the two thick fingers inside him. He was only vaguely aware of the two men having a conversation as he started moaning a little more and thrusting more quickly. “I should,†Spy said. “Why? Always taking all the fun…†“Because you are hung like a horse, amor… for his first time, that will not be pleasant.†Scout suddenly realized that they were talking about him. “I can take it.†He mumbled, thrusting back instead of forward this time and gasping at a new spike of pain. Maybe this would help Sniper like him. He knew that the bushman hated him, but why Spy was allowing him to do this with them was a mystery. “Just give it to me…†he wanted to feel what had flushed Sniper’s cheeks, made his mouth gape and caused his steady hands to fumble at sheets and skin for a hold. What had rolled his eyes back and made him snarl and shudder as Spy pounded into him? “You heard the kid.†Sniper’s voice was dripping with satisfaction, and Scout heard a reluctant kiss seal the argument before another finger edged into him. Spy’s mouth enveloped him again, and the pain of being opened up mixed with the insurmountable pleasure of a skilled tongue and warm mouth working his cock made the little runner leak little confused noises like he didn’t know what to do. Spy took him in as far as he could and moaned around him, wringing an eager little thrust from Scout. He encouraged the motion, and Sniper’s job was made a little easier as the runner relaxed into the swing of his hips bringing pleasure one way and pain the other. “God, you guys…†Scout finally whispered when the three fingers inside him were less of a pain and more of a lingering discomfort. “Fuck. Let’s do it. C’mon, Sniper. “Fuck me.†Sniper’s fingers paused within him, and Spy swallowed against his tip in surprise, pulling a particularly hard thrust from him which sent the Frenchman coughing from his position at Scout’s hips. He reclined on the bed and motioned to Sniper, his hand straying to touch his own dick as he watched Sniper stare dumbfounded at Scout. “You ‘eard ‘im.†His accent was more noticeable, and Scout had trouble understanding him for a moment, he was so desperate for anything but the cool air on his cock. “Fuck ‘im.†Sniper’s hand came up to grip the back of Scout’s neck, and the boy found himself pushed down against the bed, his face between Spy’s legs and staring up at the other man’s balls. “Ugh…†was the only complaint he voiced at the view, and that was quickly changed when Spy pushed him up and slithered under him to suck on him once again while Sniper positioned what could only be his cock against Scout’s ass. He whimpered and tensed, clenching his eyes and gritting his teeth. Sniper paused and his hand came down in a punishing slap on Scout’s ass. The boy swallowed thickly and glanced back at the Aussie. Spy’s cock was hot and thick against his chest, and the Frenchman’s tongue and lips worked at him tirelessly to help him stay focused on the pleasure of what they were doing, but in that moment that their eyes met and Sniper raised his hand to slap Scout’s ass again, they were the only two people in the camper. “Relax.†Another smack, and Scout felt himself blushing at the intensity of Sniper’s gaze and the red hand prints he was leaving on his ass cheek. “Y-yeah. Okay.†He shivered when the hand raised again and turned back around to face Spy’s thigh, pressing his lips to it and breathing in the musky scent of him. The last smack accompanied Sniper’s cock, and Scout sucked in a sharp breath at the stretch and unbearable warmth that flooded his ass. He didn’t remember to breathe until another smack came down on his ass, and then another made him whimper softly. Sniper’s thrusts became more fluid, and he angled himself around, stretching Scout out more, he thought. Or searching for something. The thought hit him just as a wave of pleasure started in his stomach and rolled all the way to the tip of his cock. He pulsed in Spy’s mouth, and the need was so intense that he bucked forward and then back onto Sniper’s cock. It didn’t hit that time, but he didn’t feel discomfort anymore. All he wanted was to feel that cock slide through him again. It did. Sniper’s hands rested on his hips and his thrusts picked up strength and speed. Spy pulled away in the middle of it all for a breather, and just really seemed to enjoy having the two men moving on top of him, because his cock was like a brand against Scout’s chest, so hard and hot that he thought the man must be in pain. When Spy arched his hips against Scout’s chest, he moaned and murmured epithets in French, though. So it must not have been too bad. Scout’s thighs shook with the strain of supporting his ass in the air, and Sniper bearing down on him. The man was stretched across his back now, his fingers trailing down Scout’s arms to cup his hands, and his mouth murmuring weird slang and normal English into the younger man’s ears all at once. Scout started cursing as he got closer. A series of whispered fucks and a few slurs for both of the men only made Sniper thrust into him faster and his aim more true to the point that he felt like he might die from over-stimulation. Spy’s hand was on half of his cock and the other half was being suckled at in the most devious ways possible, and then Sniper was causing pleasure to rocket throughout his entire being. He couldn’t handle it much longer, and when he came he felt like it might never stop. They didn’t get tired like his arm often did after a nice long wank, but Spy’s motions slowed and he drew every last bit of Scout out. Sniper continued his frenzied thrusts and suddenly Scout felt a squishing squelching to the thrusts and Sniper’s movements wound down to a slow, slow rocking until he finally stopped moving, buried in Scout. Spy’s tongue licked the dribbling come from Scout’s balls and up to his ass where Sniper was still hidden. As the marksman pulled out, he slowly lapped at any seed the motion produced, and the occasional friction against Scout’s abused entrance brought a not wholly unpleasant moan from the youth above his legs. When Sniper was completely out of Scout, Spy took over, licking and sucking at Scout, cleaning Sniper out of him like it was the best job in the world. Scout looked back and saw Spy sitting in Sniper’s lap, licking the come out of his ass and allowing the lanky Aussie to jerk him off while kissing his neck. “Oh God…†His legs shook, and as Spy finally pulled back with a satisfied lick of his lips, Scout collapsed onto the bed and the world went dark. When he woke up, it was between Spy and Sniper, beneath a blanket and squeezed onto the small bunk in Sniper’s camper. The other two men were asleep, their heads bowed above his on the pillow with his own head resting on the arms they had around each other. He carefully tried to wiggle down the bed and slip away, feeling like an intruder when a rough hand caught his scruff and pulled him back up by the back of his head. “Stay ‘til mornin’.†Sniper mumbled, one lazy blue eye opening to look down at him. It reminded him of a sleeping cat telling one of its kittens to settle the fuck down. He reached up and gripped the hand with both of his and pressed a kiss to his palm before setting it over his shoulder. The hand shifted to hold him more firmly, and Scout closed his eyes again, more than happy to fall back asleep.