Chapter Text
Scout eyes all the guys at the table. “So, like I was sayin’, I don’t think Doc’s got the hand he wants. I’m all in.”
Medic sighs, revealing a truly shit hand, even if his bluff was pretty damn good. “You had to just have guessed this.”
“Nah, man, you have so many tells.” It’s a guess entirely. He reveals his own hand, which was not much better. “You actually just super suck at this game, you might as well give up, Gramps.”
Doctor flashes that freaky fuckin’ smile of his and leans in. “I don’t think you knew. I think it was a guess. And you should watch the words out of that smart mouth of yours.” He reveals a needle and syringe in his hand, pulled from somewhere in his coat. It’s still capped, but everyone knows how quick on the draw the guy is, so Scout’s not happy to see it.
Scout does not recoil, not even a little bit, but he does scoot his chair back and say, “Hey, I’m doing a drink run, we need more beer. Anyone want one?” He grabs his coins and puts them into his duffel, then heads to the door.
A round of yeses, and one Demo who just sips his own beer, nursing it slower than anyone else. It’s always funny how the guy does that here, but Scout’ll get him one too, so he really does get drunk maybe and it’ll make playing easier.
Scout returns quick enough and finds another round has started, but he pulls out the beers and just watches.
Soldier is out of coins soon enough, trying the same ‘All in’ bluffing strategy Scout did, but failing.
Scout chugs the rest of his beer and it slips out, “Maybe we could play strip poker instead when suckers run outta quarters to bet.”
Soldier immediately takes off his shirt.
Demo sighs and pats him on the shoulder, “Solly, come on cool your head. You lost the quarters, don’t strip until you lose another round.”
Soldier sighs and puts his shirt back on. “I never get to do anything fun.”
Medic grins. “You know, strip poker could be quite the fun way to play. After all, it is free? What is the harm?”
Heavy squirms in his seat, whispering, “Doktor, are you sure on this?”
“Of course, Heavy. Scout is right, we should play it that way.”
Suddenly, everyone’s looking at him, all the other mercs besides Sniper and Spy, who never want to play and never do anything fun. “I was just-“
“It’s brilliant!” Soldier interrupts. “Now I don’t have to worry about losing all my quarters. We can just get naked, and then losers wrestle winners!”
Demo chuckles. “You just want another round of nude wrestling.”
“It’s an honorable sport.” Soldier says, as if he doesn’t even get for a moment why that might be a problem.
Scout considers it, the idea of getting naked and wrestling the guys. He cracks open another beer on the round edge of the circular table, a skill he’s finally mastered after dozens of these weekly games, and then he chugs half of that beer too. Really considers how that would work while they do the round he’s been excluded from during his beer run.
Heavy would be incredibly difficult to beat, but not impossible. The guy’s got basically no flexibility in the arms, so if you can get behind him, launch onto his back, you can bring him down like the giant in the Bible Scout’s just barely aware of. Always liked that story in the picture Bible he had, where a little guy no one thought could do anything brought down a real big menace. Not that Heavy’s a menace, he’s actually pretty nice all things considered. Still, easy win.
Medic would…Medic would play dirty, probably. And you likely wouldn’t be allowed to wrestle just him, he’d probably be the one making you fight Heavy, and then he’d get you with that stupid needle gun from behind while you tried to win against Heavy. Even if weapons aren’t allowed, he’d absolutely still find a way to cheat without them. Probably would poke your eyes in or something.
Everyone’s seen Soldier naked, and honestly? Most everyone has probably wrestled him while he was naked a few times at least. Soldier does that. In the locker room, in the mess hall, in the hallways, even in his bedroom at night with Demo. He gets his naked all over everyone and that’s fine and whatever, one of Scout’s brothers is a nudist, but Soldier gets dick all over Scout every time and he is pretty sure that’s about as gay as you can get. At least his brother who likes to get naked wouldn’t then wrestle. No one wanted to touch him. Demo usually does wrestle with Soldier though, often enough that Scout’s pretty sure maybe they’re wrestling between the sheets too, which isn’t his business. Whatever.
Demo he’s seen plenty of times in the shower, even hard once when the man and Soldier had a bit of a towel slapping fight on each other's asses. Guy couldn’t help getting hard, still, who hadn’t been there with an accidental boner or two in their lives? Whatever, he teased Demo on it, and then Demo and him had wrestled a bit later and now that Scout thinks about it, thinks about if they had wrestled while naked in the showers, while Demo was hard. How would that have-nope, he’s not thinking about this.
Spy isn’t here, but he thinks Spy would probably be vicious and mocking, like he was when Scout came to ask if he wanted to play poker today and the man shouted at him and then said nothing for a solid minute until Scout ran off. It’d be fun, maybe, to get the guy, but if he got you, he’d probably snap your arm or something. Chump.
Sniper also isn’t here, and Scout forgot to run out and tell him about the game this time, but the guy never plays, so why bother? Scout does anyway though, most every week. Why? Scout doesn’t know. It’d be hard to get the drop on Sniper though, he probably wrestled in highschool if they do that in Australia. He’s probably wrestled kangaroos. He’d probably get Scout pinned and-No, why does he keep thinking about that sort of thing?
Engie’s a safe bet. Sure, the guy probably did rodeo, but he’s got shorter limbs. Though he’s in a different weight class than Scout, the same tactic he’d use on Heavy would work here, probably. Engie’s got that metal arm though, so he’s not sure, for all Scout knows it might be able to rotate around impossibly and choke Scout out, forcing him to the ground as Engie chuckles, holding rope and-Nope!
Pyro…well, he’s never seen Pyro out of the suit and some of the guys say maybe it’s just smoke in there, given sentience, so he’s not really sure what to do about that. Smoke can’t lose, but it also can’t win, right? Of course, maybe it’s a chick, that’s the theory he’s holding out on. Maybe she’s got real nice tits he could grab and grope and make feel really good in his hands. Pyro would like it, probably no one has ever made Pyro feel good like that before. He wouldn’t be too rough, even though Pyro could probably take it, he’d just rub her down and…
Even that’s too much, but now he’s hard, unable to hide that somehow those thoughts brought ideas to the surface that he’s not really super keen on having the whole table know about. So he pushes his chair in as far as it will go and slumps his lower body forward, so no one will be able to see it, will be able to know what’s going on.
It looks like Pyro’s winning this next round too. Scout’s a little bit surprised Pyro even was willing to play, with strip poker now on the table.
Pyro chuckles and takes all the quarters they win, pulling them in closer. Coins spill over, with that pot being worth a surprising amount. Just about everyone bet high, even though most everyone has a shit hand.
He takes most of his coins out and puts them back on the table. He took a bit to keep playing, but he’s in now.
Do people really want to play strip poker?
Soldier does, already shirtless after the round before.
He really was just joking, but the possibility that others will play as well swims through his mind and reminds him that maybe he’s not the only one who wouldn’t mind a little bit of fun. Then he locks that thought door, tosses the key away mentally, and shakes the sexual thoughts away entirely. These are his Dude teammates. He doesn’t need to be thinking this way.
-~-
Pyro plays still, even as all of the coins are basically in their possession.
It’s weird, because no one’s making good plays anymore. And it’s weirder, because Scout isn’t either. Maybe he doesn’t want to know if Pyro is a girl or a smoke monster, maybe he does want to strip off his shoes now, leaving him in socks (which he will also count, but they only count as one because Engie’s a bastard with his ‘rules’ to this game now that they’re all playing) and shorts and undershorts he is glad he finally got washed and is wearing. He’s shirtless though, wearing just his dog-tags on his upper half, which apparently doesn’t count as clothing either, being in the ‘jewelry’ category.
Stupid sexy smart bastard Engie, making Scout’s clothing worth less in this stripping game. But those rules apply to everyone, so at least there is that.
Sexy?
But Scout’s looking, and he glances away a moment later. He’s not sure why he’s like this today, figures it must be something in the water. Maybe it’s the lighting. Maybe it’s from being away from chicks for like, a year, other than occasional bouts into town to get supplies or drink.
-~-
Pyro is still completely covered, seemingly unconcerned that everyone else is rapidly becoming naked.
Scout is glad no one has commented on his dick being hard under his briefs. He’s glad no one has commented, but he can see them looking, same as he’s looking at them, seeing them hard too as they strip nearly naked.
Soldier finally breaks the silence, says, “I think we should all wrestle. I’ll start.” Then he grabs a choking with laughter Demo by the shoulders, pulls him aside, and shoves him back until they’re on the top of the couch and rolling down over it.
Scout doesn’t have a perfect view of it, but he’s pretty sure they’re making out.
Soldier’s own briefs get tossed over the edge of the couch, landing not far from the big circular table.
Engie coughs. “Fellas, ah…”
Medic looks absolutely enchanted by it, and stands up. “Oh my, perhaps the friendly fire being lifted, it makes you need new outlets for frustration?” He’s hard beneath his tight pants, a clear outline. “Perhaps everyone needs this feeling, hmm? I am noticing that most are responding. What is wrong with a little fun, among friends and colleagues?”
Scout squirms in his seat, can’t look at Medic. Doesn’t look as the guy sits right down on Heavy’s nearly bare lap and holds him.
“Mein Liebe, why don’t we play together too? No one responds badly to them, after all.” The voice is, weirdly enough, very low. Medic runs a gloved finger down Heavy’s chest, while wrapped around him with one arm around Heavy’s shoulders, and those legs on either side of Heavy’s waist.
Scout peeks back to the scene he can easily see happening, where Heavy holds the Doc in his hands and leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to Medic’s forehead. “Are you certain? It is…it is not maybe the best thing to do.”
“Look around! They want it too.” Medic grabs Heavy’s chin, forces him to face his teammates one by one.
Pyro waves.
Engie grins and shrugs, unable to stick his hands in his pockets since the overalls are gone, so he just settles them on his lap, which brings more attention to the bulge there. “No problems here, I ain’t a judge.”
Soldier sits up enough that it’s clear he’s got several hickeys forming. “I think you should go for it! We’re being free! I’ve needed this all day! And this entire evening!”
Demo chuckles, pulls Soldier back down. “Now now, didn’t say you could pull away. Bloody tease…”
“Right!” Soldier and Demo wrestle, until their bodies thunk, no doubt falling off the couch in their play fighting.
Scout shrugs, “I mean…who cares, right?” No one else cares, he doesn’t want to be the only one saying something. Doesn’t want to think about what that might make him either. If all these guys are into it, maybe it’s just the booze, right? Sure, he’s never gone homo with his thoughts too much even when drunk, but maybe it’s just something that happens sometimes? Maybe it’s a full moon? His Ma’s a nurse, she says the full moon makes all sorts of crazy shit happen.
So, why not let it happen?
He looks to Engie, “You wanna uh, you know? Takes two to tango or whatever, we could uh.” Why is this so much more difficult than when he’s trying to pick up chicks? That’s also very difficult and frustrating, but this is worse.
Engie nods. “You got any experience with it?”
Just gonna call him a dude virgin here in front of everyone, do him dirty like that? Scout huffs, shrugs his shoulders back, and shakes his head. “Of course I do. Plenty. I’ve done like, a ton with dudes.” Which is not something he’d ever expected to say, ever, on pain of death if he didn’t, but here he is bluffing and pushing all in.
Engie chuckles at that, puts his hands up, “All right, all right. Well, I mean, I’ve got some experiences too. Worked with a lot of men for a long time, far from anyone else. Makes a man want certain things usually reserved for the fairer sex.”
“See?” Medic says as Heavy kisses his collar bone. “They are all interested as well. This is normal.”
Heavy murmurs something, it sounds Russian or whatever, then runs those big hands up Medic’s back. Finally, he speaks English, “I did not know others than us did.”
“Oh, ja, even Pyro seems interested.”
Pyro waves more shyly this time.
Medic waves back, then moans and leans down over Heavy’s bent form. “You touch me so well. Strip. I want to see all of you.”
Scout watches, unable to look away, as Heavy stands up, Medic still wrapped around his waist with tight legs. The big man himself begins to strip carefully. One hand holds at Medic’s ass, while the other pushes down his own underwear. That dick is absolutely huge, and starting to rise up towards Medic’s ass.
Scout looks back to an equally mesmerized Engie. “So, wanna like, go over to the couch? Could, yeah, we could try that. I mean do that, I don’t need to try it, I’ve totally done it.”
“You’re a meaner poker player than you are a bluffer in life, Son.” Engie chuckles and heads to the couch. “Y’all mind lettin’ me ‘n’ Scout here in on the games? Could pull the bed out, make it real pretty as a picture.”
Just four men, fucking or about to fuck on a giant bed.
Scout gulps.
But he wants this, he asked for this, and Engie’s probably the best one to try this with, barring maybe Sniper or Spy. Still, those losers aren’t here and Engie is and at least the man’s normally pretty nice, way more patient than most of the rest of the guys.
It’ll be good, he’s gonna feel great fucking Engie.
Soldier looks at Scout, says, “I have lube in my pockets, grab my pants for me, Son!”
He doesn’t want to have to do that, be an errand boy, but it’s lube and he’s pretty sure Engie’s gonna need that, so he does as asked, but holds the pants away from Soldier’s grasp, yanking it out of the air in front of Soldier just a moment too soon for Soldier to take it. “One condition, me ‘n’ Engie here, we get to use it too.”
Soldier grunts, but nods, “I was going to share anyway, but you drive a hard bargain. Now, give it here!”
Demo glances up over the edge of the couch, now pulled out into a big bed between two sectionals. “Doc, Heavy, either a you two need some grease for your rears?”
Medic chuckles as he’s slapped back onto the table and Heavy sinks to his knees to suck Medic’s cock. He glances over, glasses tilted a bit on his nose, making him look almost like a sexy pinup, “Oh, nein, danke!” He pulls out a little packet of medical lube from his pocket. “I have some here.”
Soldier gives a thumbs up, then pours some of the container over his fingers and tosses the bottle to Scout (who catches it, like a pro) before he lunges at a laughing Demo.
“Ach! Ya bastard! Don’t you-ah, feck!” Demo laughs harder though, until it twists into a moan and two fingers slide into him. “Ya great big bully, always takin’ me so rough.”
“You love it,” Soldier grunts out, biting at Demo’s shoulder.
“Aye.” But there’s a look on Demo’s face of something intense Scout catches for just a moment, before it slips and honestly he doesn’t care much anyway, he’s got an Engie to fuck.
“Son, I appreciate you’re lubing your dick up nice, but I ain’t about to take it that quickly, understand? Now, I’ll give you a nice suckin’ but as far as who’s takin’ it in the backside first, I need that bein’ you.”
“What, why?”
“Well, on account of I have no idea if you know how to prepare someone, and I don’t intend to find out from bein’ your complete first back there, you understand me? Unless, of course, you can explain exactly the right way to give it to someone.” Engie gives a look that says ‘I do not think that is the case’. Infuriating man.
“What is this, sex school or somethin’? This a pop quiz?” Still, not panicking in the slightest, he keeps jerking his dick and looks at the two pairs of homos currently sucking and fucking one another.
Soldier just went right for it, he’s even got three fingers in a squirming and moaning Demo, just ramming into the guy who is going absolutely nuts for it.
That looks good, he definitely does want to try that, but Demo did call Soldier a bully for it. Maybe Engie doesn’t want that?
He glances to Medic and Heavy, where Heavy reaches back and touches his own hole, which makes sense because there’s not a chance in hell that giant dick is gonna fit in Medic without killing the guy.
Fingers seem to be the key. “I’d finger you.” He’s done that to plenty of chicks. Well, like three, but that’s enough.
Engie arches a brow. “Sure, what else?”
What else, take him out to dinner? Christ? Scout shuts his eyes, blocks out the men fucking around him. Something else. Just… “I’d fuck you?”
Engie sighs. “Nope.”
Damnit!
Scout sighs though, slumps his shoulders, and accepts that Engie at least will probably tell him the right answer. Or, more terrifyingly, show him.
“Heavy’s fingerin’ himself, you could do it that way?” He offers.
That gets a scowl.
Alright, fine. “Alright, fine.” He doesn’t shout it, knows that’s rude as Hell to do to someone in bed, from the times he’s seen it fail for his brothers and then their lady friends would stomp down the stairs, wakin’ Ma up and starting World War Ma in the house.
“Get over here, I’ll show you, alright?” Engie pats the spot on the bed beside him.
At least sex isn’t off the table, he hasn’t messed up that badly.
Scout hops the couch, then rolls into the spot and poses with a grin.
That at least does get a matching grin from Engineer. “Just relax. I know what I’m doin’.”
It’s weird, hearing that just about everyone here’s done this with a dude before. Why didn’t he know? Well, other than he totally knew with Heavy and Medic, but that’s very different. No one says anything because everyone knows Medic controls the flow of the team, and Scout ain’t suicidal when off shift.
Why didn’t he know with these other two? Weren’t you supposed to be able to tell? Sure, Demo’d been friends with the enemy Soldier, but friends didn’t mean…this.
Still, he can’t complain. He wants more of this, after all. “So, you said you’d suck me, right?” That, at least, is something to look forward to, even if the rest of this is confusing. Maybe too much, but he’s not a coward, he’s not going to back out.
“Right.” Just like that, Engie moves between his legs, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Soon after that, Engie’s sucking him, rivaling all the girls he’s ever had go down on him.
The stubble feels funny, but he still touches Engie’s face, rubs and caresses it like he would a woman. “Fuck, you feel good.” It’s polite to tell the other person what they’re doing good, but he’s not sure exactly what it is that’s feeling so good. The tongue? The lips? The moaning? It all feels good, and he doesn’t have enough words to tell that.
Engie winks at him.
He groans and closes his eyes, focuses on how nice it feels when Engie keeps on going down, like the guy was made for it or something. “Fuckin’ hot, makin’ me…feel so fuckin’ good, fuck!” He’s got more words, but he doesn’t want to be the only one saying anything, and everyone else seems to be wholly focused on how hot it is to be sucked or fucked, they aren’t even talking.
He comes into Engie’s mouth with a whine and a whimper, though he coughs and tries to break those into something more masculine, less embarrassing.
Engie sits up and wipes his mouth, though he casually swallows too, like it’s not a big deal. “I got a real good lube back in my workshop.”
If he’s going to get fucked, that’s probably the place to do it, though that feels a little too real. A little bit too much. It’s a tough choice. But then he won’t be able to see all the other stuff going on, won’t be able to make himself feel like this must be normal, good, since everyone else is getting up to it near him out here.
“Can take my time with you, work you up right and nice.”
Scout squirms, then nods. “So, we’re going back there?”
“Thought maybe you could run back and grab it, bring it here? Get some of that nervous energy out.”
Demo chuckles. “He’s givin’ you a chance to back out, Laddie.”
Engie shrugs. “It’s an offer. Won’t make ya take me.”
Scout squirms. So, now he’s supposed to chicken out? Act like a real dick who takes a blowjob but doesn’t give something back? Is that how everyone views him? “Where’s this lube?”
Engie smiles. “It’s in the nightstand by my bed.”
“Fine.” And he runs off.
-~-
It feels kind of funny, but he leans over the pillow and relaxes like Engie tells him to. “Alright, so now what?”
“You just really let yourself feel what I’m doin’, don’t worry. I won’t rush it.” Thumbs hold his cheeks apart, and a pointer finger lightly teases around the entrance. “Relax your breathin’, Son.”
He’s not sure why being called something that he normally gets called has him getting harder here, and he refuses to think about it. He just relaxes and takes a deep breath, then feels the finger push in on the exhale. “Fuck.”
“Too much?”
“Nah.” He can take it. He squirms a bit, but stills himself, doesn’t want to look like a dumb kid who can’t take it. He can take it.
Engie rubs the finger in a bit, explores knuckle by knuckle, until it’s all in. “See how I’m goin’ slow like this?”
Scout nods, relaxes even more as it starts to feel not just weird, but good, somehow.
Demo moans release as Soldier pounds roughly into him, just a few feet away. “God above, you’re wreckin’ me!” Demo doesn’t seem upset, but the opposite. He reaches back and tugs Soldier tighter over him. “Take me! Finish!”
Soldier slaps those hips forward, grips Demo hard enough to make the skin around Soldier’s fingers a bit paler, and keeps right on fucking. “Take it! You’re mine!”
“Yours, oh God…” Demo collapses, with Soldier following after.
Medic behind them all catches up, his own words sliding out in German in such a high, breathy tone.
Scout glances back at Engie, who smiles in a real gentle way, calming Scout down. “You gonna make me feel like that?”
“That’s the plan. Then, if you wanna and can get it up, I’ll let you show me what you’ve learned.”
Sounds like bullshit homework or something, if it was anything but sex, but this is hot and he wants it, even if it’s still a little uncomfortable. “Fine, yeah, we can do that.”
Engie kisses Scout’s ass, works another finger in at the same time.
He’s being distracted, that’s what Engie’s doing. The thing is, it works. Scout groans, but finds it’s not as uncomfortable when he doesn’t clench. Feels even better, when those two thick fingers start to slide in, deeper and deeper.
He’d been anxious all day, wanting something all day, hard and embarrassed all day after getting off the battlefield and he’d meant to go fap before they played poker, before they went to dinner, but instead he hadn’t and now he’s hot and hard and it finally feels like the itch he’d been feeling is done, and he knows how to scratch it now.
Scout relaxes further, eases into the pillow under his stomach and watches over his shoulder as Engie gets to work on him with all the concentration he’s always using on his machines. “Feels real good, Engie.”
That gets a really nice smile from Engie, “Glad ya like it.”
“Yeah, I guess I do.” He’s still a bit shy about it, but no one’s making fun. Soldier and Demo pant and lay on their backs nearby, but neither stares at him, neither watches and laughs. Medic sounds like he’s either fucking or getting fucked, from the slams against the table but Scout can’t see, and it seems unlikely either of them would care. So, no judgment, and he gets to feel good. It’s a win-win as far as he’s concerned.
Engie presses a third finger at the hole. “Think you can take another?”
Scout doesn’t know. He doesn’t feel too tight to, but what if he’s wrong? But if he says no, Engie’ll think he’s stupid or something, more stupid than-
“It’s alright, no rush.” The two fingers keep right on sliding in, with the third tucked in and safely away from Scout’s hole.
“I can take it.”
“Sure?”
“I can!” He wriggles his ass back, tries to make himself more open. “I can take whatever. Demo took it just fine.”
“Aye, but I’ve had quite a bit of practice.” Demo counters him, apparently very much listening in as Soldier and Demo relax after fucking.
Scout huffs.
Engie chuckles, and the third finger teases like it might get to home base, then slides right in. Only up to the first knuckle, Scout’s pretty sure. Engie asks a moment later, “That alright?”
“No one else is double-checking everything. I can handle it.”
“Ain’t about what everyone else is up to, Scout. It’s about what you want and I can give. Don’t you want that? Forget everyone else a moment, just think. What do you want?”
He closes his eyes, blocks out the screams of pleasure from Heavy and Medic, and just thinks. What does he want?
“I want that finger in me, and I want you to stop checkin’ on me every three seconds, I’m not fragile. A little butt stuff ain’t gonna kill me. Christ.” Maybe he could say it better, but Engie’ll appreciate the honesty. He usually does.
It gets a loud laugh from Engie, and then the third finger slides all the way home, just like the other two had. “Alright then, you got it. I’ll just keep watchin’. You can’t take it, you just let me know.”
“Like Hell. If Demo and Medic can, so can I.”
Medic huffs from the table. “I am the one giving, actually, so do not forget that. It is Heavy who is taking.”
Heavy moans low.
The sounds of skin against skin, slapping away, makes Scout open his eyes again and lift up onto hands and knees so he can look over. Sure enough, the table is strong enough to have Heavy laid over it, Medic just slamming away into him.
Huh. Well, if it works it works.
He lowers back down, though he keeps his ass in the air for Engie to finger him like that. The position feels better anyway.
“Hurry up, Engie, I wanna know what it feels like.”
“Gettin’ eager now, huh?” The fingers start taking Scout quickly now.
Slick with the lubricant, Scout feels his hole loosen a bit more every few thrusts. “Yeah, I wanna see what’s makin’ even Heavy lose his mind.” Sure, sex feels good, but the way the other two went on about it, it’s like taking it in the ass is the best thing you can do or something. That can’t be right, it’s gotta be some kinda trick, even if he doesn’t know how or why yet. Still, he’ll try it.
Fingers withdraw, and Engie tells him in a quiet tone. “Now, tighten up your hole, tight as you can.”
Scout does as told, doesn’t even argue or question, just figures this is how it works so he does it. And he’s strong, really strong, so he figures he’s probably got the tightest hole in the world for a little bit, the way he clenches.
The head of Engie’s cock presses up against Scout’s clenched hole. “Now, you just relax. Let yourself feel nice and loose.”
Scout relaxes, and feels that head go right in, and so slowly the tip gives way to the length of it, going into him with almost no resistance. It feels weird, like he might have a bit of a mess on his hands, but maybe that’s normal. It’s probably normal, since there’s not even anything in him right now, dinner’s not for an hour.
He doesn’t like that feeling, but it’s overshadowed by how thick and nice it feels, when Engie hits something good inside him.
Suddenly, oh it’s on. He moans low, doesn’t even hide it. “Fuck!” His pitch raises higher, he can’t take it but he wants more.
“Like that?”
“Hold still, just hold on, just oh…” He can feel that head, right there, touching something. He clenches again, but it doesn’t push Engie out, not that he’s trying to, he’s trying to feel the head touch that spot again.
“Want me to give it to you?” Engie asks, teasing him with a little bump of a thrust, one that hits the spot again.
“Yes!” He gets it, even just this little bit, he understands what has Demo and Heavy losing their minds. He glances up at Demo, realizes the man finally is looking at him. He should feel weird, but he kind of likes it. “Fuck, Engie…” He’s not whining, he’s just talking. Just telling Engie. What? He’s not sure. It’s all becoming a bit too much.
Behind them, Heavy howls out and Scout can’t see it, but he’s pretty sure the guy came.
He wonders if he’ll be able to come from this sort of thing as well. Probably, he’s pretty good at coming. He knows what to do. It just feels a little funny, even if how good it feels is quickly wiping out any other feelings.
A robot hand, a human hand, both grab his hips, pull him back until his ass is right against Engie’s hairy bush. He squirms, but those hands hold him tight.
“Want me to take you harder now? Can you handle that?”
What is that, a challenge? “Duh!” As soon as it’s out, maybe even before it’s completely out, the air rushes from his lungs. The robot hand pushes him off, then yanks him back, with the human hand just steadying things.
He can’t handle it, but he loves it, so he doesn’t complain, just feels his words turn into mush in his mouth as he’s getting his brains fucked out by the Engineer.
So much for taking it slow, but since when has Scout ever wanted that for long? He wants to say something, but his tongue just slides out, he just drools a bit as he’s pounded so hard he can barely think, only knows in the moment that he loves what Engie’s doing to him.
“So damn pretty, Boy.”
He’ll take pretty, really he will. Handsome, that’s better, sure, but pretty? He doesn’t hate that, it makes his cock twitch all the same, makes him feel that sign he’s about to come when Engie starts doubling over him and pounding into him.
He might need this way more often, which is a bummer if this is a one-off deal. No, he’ll convince Engie to fuck him, or someone else, if not Engie.
As soon as Scout thinks he’s going to come, though, Engie behind him finishes. Scout feels that tightness of the balls that slap into his ass, feels a warmth inside his body, can tell a bit of come slides down his hole.
Gross.
He huffs and wipes his ass against the sheets on the bed. That’s someone else's problem. And! And he didn’t get to come from being fucked, which he’s pretty sure means he’s not actually homo, and also means he gets to fuck Engie now. “Ok, my turn.”
Engie lays beside him, panting. “Come again?”
“That’s what I’m gonna do, yeah. You showed me how to go slow, so now I’m gonna do that to you. That was the deal. I mean, unless you ain’t man enough to take it, Cowboy. Yeehaw, right? Giddy-up.”
Engie rolls his eyes, but shrugs. “Alright, a deal’s a deal.”
“Sweet! Get on your belly, I’m gonna fuck you now.”
“Really?”
Scout sighs and grabs the bottle of lube. “I’m gonna use my fingers! Don’t act like you don’t want me to. I’m gonna be the best at this.”
Engie gives him A Look that he gets a lot, one that says that the guy might not fully believe him. Still, Engie sighs and accepts it. “Just don’t slam in. We only went faster because you wanted it.”
Scout isn’t going to try and be a shit lover, if that’s what the guy means. Honestly, that’s a rude thing to think. He might pull pranks, and maybe they can’t kill each other on the battlefield anymore because of how much he’d beat some of them down when they ticked him off, but he’s not a dick. In this particular way.
So he does what Engie did, or does his best to recreate it.
Spit on the hole, put a finger to it, while the hands hold the cheeks open. This is easy.
He’s never really looked at an asshole before, not even his own, obviously. It’s kinda wrinkly. He pushes the slick finger in slowly, carefully, making sure it only goes up to the knuckle at first, like Engie did.
That gets a moan reward, so Scout does it a bit more, eases the finger in until he sees Engie look back, clearly wanting more but not quite ready to say it.
Engie had teased him, so he figures that turnabout’s fair, so he says, “Want another finger?” Just in that same tone Engie had kept on using on him, even after it was driving him mad.
“I do.” Engie says, reaching back and holding himself a bit open.
“Cool.” So much for teasing, Engie doesn’t even get he’s trying to do the same thing. And Engie’s supposed to be a genius. Still, he doesn’t put the second finger in until it looks like Engie’s about to complain, then he shoves it right in and spreads Engie out in the same sort of scissoring finger move. “That it?”
Engie nods, returns to looking ahead. “Damn good. Keep goin’.”
Yeah, he is damn good, isn’t he?
Within two minutes, he’s got Engie so worked up with how he uses his fingers, he thinks he can give another. Within another minute, he has another finger at Engie’s asshole, ready to see if he can make it in, but waiting for permission.
Engie nods. “Go on.” At least the guy’s smart here, knows what Scout wants to do.
Engie even pushes back when Scout pushes the finger in, making it so that he can really give it to Engie on every thrust, taking him twice as fast with the cooperation.
A quick glance up and it’s clear everyone’s watching and that would give lesser people maybe some stage fright, but he’s not got that, even if he gets a bit less hard while he tries. It’s fine though, he just fingers Engie with one hand and rubs himself with the other hand, which has the added benefit of making his dick lubed up too. He’s awesome at this.
“Think you can give it to me?” Engie smirks back at him.
Smug guy, but that’s fine, he can do it. “Uh, duh. Think you can take it?”
“Wondering when you’re gonna hurry up and do it. Thought you were supposed to be fast.”
“Thought you didn’t want fast.” He huffs and lines up.
Engie groans. “Changed my mind.”
“Yeah?” He wants to say something clever, something funny, something at all. But instead as he goes to sink in, Engie thrusts back and takes it all in one. Like the guy’s had practice doing this. Like he has ridden in this rodeo plenty of times. Maybe he has too, who knows?
Scout doesn’t know, doesn’t care, all he knows right then is a tight asshole feels about like a tight pussy, but it feels a bit more intense than that. He stays still for a moment, until finally he thrusts his hips forward, puts both hands on Engie’s hips like Engie had his own hips, and he takes the other as deeply as he can.
It’s fucking great. Loves it. Top ten best feelings in the world, and all the other feelings on there are either sex or food, so this is amazing. It might even be number one, though that’s tied with being fucked just a few minutes before. “Feels pretty alright.” He says, then slaps Engie’s ass a little and starts up fucking him.
Engie’s moans, soft at first, start getting quicker, working out of that throat in rough little puffs of air. Louder, louder, until it’s the biggest noise in the room and if everyone wasn’t staring before, they are now.
Where there was (maybe) anxiety before, now he feels good. He’s making Engie make that sound. He’s hitting a good spot in Engie, he must be, because the guy keeps on calling out.
“Right there, fuck, right there!” Engie’s voice is hoarse, broken and raw. Fingers clench and pull at the sheets, and there’s a mad look in Engie’s eyes when he looks back at Scout.
Maybe he’s not the only one who needed this, who felt an itch he couldn’t explain all day even during breakfast, even during battle, and gave into it, finally getting that relief he needs. Engie and the others seem like they were in the same boat.
Scout tries not to be quick here, fast yes, but quick means he’s finishing too fast and that part isn’t a race, but Engie feels too good and before he can even warn, it’s coming. He keeps right on fucking, doesn’t slow down, he doesn’t stop until he’s completely drained. Slowly, carefully, he collapses on Engie and shudders a few last times as he’s spent. “Fuck. You feel so good.” It’s quiet, practically a whisper in Engie's ear.
Engie groans and collapses into the couch bed. “You too. Damn good.”
They all needed this. No doubt about it, they all needed this.
Scout slowly pulls out and rolls over onto his back towards Demo and Soldier. Glances up, sees Medic and Heavy, looming.
“That was a very touching scene.” Medic says, smugly.
“Fuck off.” Scout has no bite in it, just sighs and closes his eyes.
“Such a sweet parting of virginity.” Medic continues, that same teasing high voice ruining the sexy runoff of Scout’s thoughts.
Scout reaches over and grabs a pillow, then blindly tosses it at Medic. “Bite me!”
“Do not invite what you do not want.” Medic laughs though, hands sound on the pillow as Medic fluffs it.
Scout grunts when the pillow hits him in the chest. He opens his eyes long enough to see Soldier grab a pillow and toss it at Heavy, “It is now the wrestling portion of the night! Pillow wrestling!”
A freakin’ pillow fight?
That’s…not the worst way to end this. Scout smirks and tugs the pillow from behind Engie, then smacks him with it.
Engie’s eyes have that look in them that the enemy hates to see, but Scout loves it.
A minute later, he’s pinned with a pillow on his head and his legs kicking out wildly. “No fair!”
“Don’t be a baby.” Engie counters.
Then Soldier tackles Engie with his own pillow stolen from Demo. “Take this, Cowboy!”
“I’m gonna put you right in your damn place, Soldier!” Engie smacks back with the pillow.
-~-
It takes over half an hour for it all to settle down. In the wreckage, a dozen pillows are torn and broken. Casualties of the Great Pillow War.
Medic and Heavy also pant on the bed with everyone, Medic curled up against Heavy’s chest, running little shapes over the hair there, parting it to create little hearts.
“The others will wonder.” Heavy says, lifting up a destroyed pillow. “Do we tell?”
“Eh, let em figure it out on their own.” Scout shrugs. It’s not that he doesn’t want them to know, it’s that he’s a little bit nervous they’ll find out. Still, he shrugs once more, making sure they know he doesn’t care either way. For sure.
Pyro is also on the bed, though they didn’t participate in the orgy until the pillow fight portion of things, where they were absolutely brutal. They’re the one who broke like four of the pillows.
Scout winces in memory of how hard the one hit was, right on his shoulder. It split the seam of the pillow, making feathers fly everywhere. “I think Pyro should have to clean it up.”
Pyro makes noises of irritation. They smack Scout in the chest, reaching over Demo in the process.
Demo grunts and lightly pushes at Pyro’s hand, “Offa me.”
“We can all clean it up.” Engie sighs, sits up, begins to gather up the stuffing from the one that had been, thankfully, filled with cotton instead of feathers. He begins stuffing it into a pillow it had probably come out of in the first place.
Medic sighs, “Well, I think we should wait for tonight. It is dinner in a few minutes, and I do not intend to miss my own stew for this.” So he gets up, dresses, and heads out. Heavy close behind in all movements.
Scout rolls his eyes. “Fine.” He does help gather up feathers though, until Heavy tells them it’s time for dinner and they put the pillows that they could fill up together on the bed and all agree to work after dinner to clean up the rest of it.
-~-
Spy doesn’t even look at anyone. He mostly keeps his eyes closed, or partially closed, during the entire meal.
“You look like shit, Spy.” Scout sympathizes.
“I never tell you this, even when it is true on a daily basis. So, kindly shut the fuck up. Thank you.” Spy says it with less force, though no less malice, than usual. He doesn’t even look at Scout though, keeps his head down and eats the food slowly.
“God, you’re in even worse of a mood than usual.” Scout pokes at him.
Spy smacks his hand hard and gets back to dinner. “Go away.”
Scout huffs and turns to Sniper. “Anything cool going on?”
“Just huntin’. Got a rabbit. Dressed it.”
“Like, put pants on it or?”
Sniper does laugh at that, as do a few of the others. “No, Mate, that’s not…it means I pulled out the organs.”
Scout groans. “Dude, gross.” He still slurps his stew, but he hates thinking about that.
“You’ve gotta-nevermind, not gonna explain myself to you, Mate.” The way Sniper shakes his head, mumbles to himself, and keeps right on eating his stew, tells Scout that the ‘Mate’ is a little more aggressive than usual. Sometimes the guy does that, and it’s like when someone back home says ‘Pal’, ‘Buddy’, or ‘Friend’ in a certain tone.
Really, he should leave well enough alone.
Engie quietly asks, “Might see both a y’all at the poker game next week?”
Spy shakes his head no, but keeps eating.
“Might.” Sniper shrugs. “Might not. Probably not. Not a lotta interest in a game like that.”
“Because you suck at it or?” Scout finishes up his stew with a smack of his lips and considers seconds.
Sniper glares. “No, I don’t ‘suck at it’, I just don’t play often.” There’s that tone again, Scout should probably not say anything.
“Because you suck.” Scout says.
Sniper finishes his stew and stands up, puts his dishes away, then leaves the room without even a counter. Which means the guy probably sucks ass at poker.
Spy doesn’t say a word either, just finishes, puts the dishes in the sink, and leaves.
Scout shrugs. “Wonder what stick got shoved up their asses?”
Demo chuckles. “Well, Laddie, now that you know about things up asses, how d’ya feel?”
He glares, but realizes just about everyone else got fucked too, so really? It’s not an insult anymore, is it? “Pretty damn good. I mean, I think we can agree, I’m basically a sex god.”
Engie chokes on his tea. “Yeah?”
“Oh c’mon! You sucked my dick. I got fucked which felt great, you got fucked which I know you loved. Pretty sure I came the most times too, so I definitely won that.”
Medic rolls his eyes, “Sex is not about who comes the most times.”
“Yeah, and if it was, I would win!” Soldier shouts.
“Right, says the guys who only came once.” Scout stands up, heads towards the sink to put his dishes away.
Engie stands up next, “Well, that’s only because you got us all twisted up in a pillow fight.”
“Not my fault none of you came twice. Mostly probably because you’re all old as fuck and can’t get it up again.” He knows he’s on thin ice. A quick glance tells him that they’re all looking at him with a look he now gets. He grins. “Guess we’ll see who wins next week, huh?” And with that, he runs out of the room.
No one will dare leave the kitchen without putting their dishes away, not after Medic threatened the team last time with ‘optional, excruciating surgery’. He’s got a huge head start. Plus, no one runs as fast as he does.
He hunkers down right in Engie’s workshop, laying in the bed until about an hour later, Engie returns, looks at him, and gives him a wicked grin. “Now, that’s where you went to. Oughta teach you a lesson, leavin’ the rest of us with the pillow mess.”
“Not my fault you couldn’t find me.” Scout’s naked, with just Engie’s pillow in front of his dick. He lounges, like a model in an art class he went to once when his Ma scrounged the money together.
“Shoulda helped us out, Scout. Now I gotta take all that time outta your hide.”
Scout grins. He might be very into that idea. Spy had, after all, gotten him real into the idea of being spanked recently. His dick definitely is, pushing the pillow forward until it flumps over and reveals his cock. Thick. Hard. Ready. “You could just see if you can win this time.” He’d take either.
“Oh, I’m gonna win too.”
It’s going to be a win-win if Scout has anything to say about it. He can’t wait to play more.