Archive of Our Own

"What are you doing?"

Sniper was staring down at me, quite literally.

"Enjoying the weather." That was the only thing I could muster to say.

The other man blinked slowly. Then he turned to look around, then at the sky, and back down at me. The weather was the same as any other day here in the New Mexico desert.

"Uh-huh, do you want a water bottle?" Sniper offered no longer wanting to question why I was sprawled in front of his camper.

Well, not like, directly in front of the said camper. By like within 15 feet of the front of it. As in his front yard.

"Yes please." I sighed deeply, rolling off my belly and sitting with my legs crossed. It was maybe a little funny that he didn't ask how I was enjoying the weather practically face down in the sand.

Sniper huffed with amusement as he returned to his camper. I quickly began to swipe away as much sand as I could.

A seemingly impossible job between the sweat and a bit of blood from my knees. I had fallen much harder than I assumed. Standing made the blood flow a bit more, maybe that would help get some of the sand out?

"You okay then?" Sniper asked as he watched me drink half of the water. Then use the other half to clean the sand out of the wounds on my knees.

Not enough to go to the medic but enough to sting. A mild inconvenience, and kinda embarrassing. A professional runner falls and eats it.

"Yeah, you didn't, uh, by chance see that. Right?" I asked squinting up at the taller man. It was an awfully bright day after all.

Sniper sucked on his bottom lip between his teeth before shaking his head no. Yet it was all in the way his eyes crinkled in amusement behind those sunglasses that told a different story.

"Aw man, you're a shit liar."

Sniper did grin at that, like he couldn't control his own face. The smile was all crooked, and he had one dimple. On the left side where most of his smile was.

For a moment the smile shocked me so much that I hadn't even cared that he was laughing at me.

"Come on man, that's low. But, ya know, you should smile more, it's a good look on you." It was an earnest compliment but the way the other man shrank into himself you'd thought otherwise.

"Nah, not that type of fella. Now, what are you doing out my way?" Sniper asked putting more of his weight on the back of his feet.

It was a fair question, when I went for my runs I liked to keep close to base. And Sniper's camper isn't what anyone would call close. Well, unless they ran around as I do.

"There are more dunes and stuff out this way, it's like, more training I guess." That and I pissed off Soldier. Not good to have a routine when someone's royalty pissed like that.

Sniper nodded, his head tilting to the side so his eyes could sweep the area once more. It was true even if it wasn't the full truth.

"Stay away from the southwest, there is a pack of coyotes. Mean bunch o' bastards, but they don't come up here so I leave 'em be."

Sniper spoke in a calm easy manner, yeah he had an accent but it made his voice even nicer. For a moment it made me wonder why he wasn't a radio host but instead here with the rest of us guys.

"Why? They tell ya to get off their lawn?" I grinned, it was a stupid joke but it practically rolled off my tongue.

No laugh or smile but his eyes did crinkle at the edges again as Sniper shook his head at me.

Now, that? That was a challenge, what could I do to get more smiles, no, I wanted full-on laughter.

"Nothing like that, I know animals though. Just got to watch and they'll tell you everything you need to know." Sniper let his eyes sweep behind me before his eyes settled back on me. Never to make head on eye contact though.

"Have a bunch of pets or something back home?" This was the most I've spoken to Sniper outside of work talk. It was nice.

"Something like that, grew up on a farm out in the bush, we had several pets too I suppose." Sniper nodded along to himself as he thought it over.

"Really? What didcha grow? What kinda pets did ya have?" There were multiple questions at the same time. More wanted to bubble out but I clamped down hard on the urge.

Sniper blinked again, like he was surprised. What part I couldn't pinpoint.

"Well, we raised sheep. Shepherds I reckon, had a small garden enough for three people." Snipers began slowly. Pausing as he turned his head to look back at his camper.

It wasn't, weird. No, I think it comes with the job to become wary about your surroundings. Some days I held up inside with one of the others because I got weird about it.

Not that I've ever told anyone about that. But I'm sure a few knew. I spoke a lot, sure it was a fact. But I was a master of saying a whole lot without anyone knowing anything about me in the end.

Ma said I got that from whoever was my father. I hated it when she said things like that. All fond and mindless, 'Oh Jerbear, your father did the same thing'. I knew she meant it in a good way.

With all of my other brothers, they never got that. Because Ma always ended those relationships for a good reason. Ma said my father was the man who got away. The one she'd always hold the torch for.

"I had a lot of pets over the years. Several dogs, cats, lizards, two different birds, and a snake at one point. Probably more than I'm forgetting too." Sniper continued once he had decided nothing was hanging around where it wasn't supposed to.

"A snake? What on earth did ya do with a snake? Stare at it?" I asked with a mixture of amusement and maybe a hint of judgment.

Sniper rolled his eyes at me, but they were crinkled again. Amused but wasn't gonna let me know about it. Made me wonder why Sniper was so keen on hiding it. Joy was something to be shared.

"No, well, yes, but I took her outside and stuff. Her name was Billie. She loved to be held and taken places. I took Billie to a show once, and she won 3rd place. Plenty of things to do." Sniper mused, clearly thinking fondly of his pet snake named Billie of all things.

It was hard to swallow the many jokes or taunts I wanted to say. I wanted to know more about Sniper not put him off of me before I had that chance.

"That's pretty impressive for her first show." I ended up saying, it earned a twitch of his lips as he nodded.

"It was, shame I never got to get Billie up to another one." Sniper shrugged, the way he said it sounded like another show just never came back around.

"Did ya like to garden? What did you all grow?" I brought back different things he said. To me, it sounded boring, and took a whole lot of time I didn't have the mind to remember.

Sniper hummed as he looked up towards the sky then back at me.

"It's getting hot out here, let's just go inside." Sniper pointed back to his camper which always sits in the same place.

The only time I've seen it move was when the other man took vacation time to go camping somewhere. Sniper had an old orange truck that he used for anything else.

"Ya sure? Don't want to be all up in your stuff." I waved my hands a little bit, hoping that would somehow explain my thoughts.

"Wouldn't offer if it bothered me any." Sniper shrugged letting the tips of his fingers tap against his thighs. A thoughtless action. Probably didn't realize he was doing it.

"Lead the way, good sir." I grinned something wide and teasing. Sniper huffed in amusement and turned on his heels.

The camper was nice. Or nicer than I was gonna guess. Nothing against Sniper but he is a grown man who pisses in jars. Then again when you're doing the job he was.

It was clearly on the newer side, maybe bought within the last three years. It was cream, green, and brown with a few pops of teal. It looked like some of those new magazines showing off fancy new houses.

Green just seemed to suit Sniper anyhow, I bet if we didn't always have to wear red the man would be handsome in the color.

"Sweet place, it suits ya." I finally said realizing I was starting at the man's home. A bit rude, even more so with how nervous Sniper was getting.

"Suits me?" Sniper echoed looking around his camper, trying to guess if it was an insult or not.

"Yeah man, you look good with green. Plus this place is nice, Ma says someone's house says everything you need to know about someone." I shrugged as I plopped down at his built-in table, leaving the other side of the table free for the other to sit.

"And what does it say about me?" Sniper asked amused and a bit fidgety.

"You're neat, but practical. You leave out things you use multiple times a day, but make sure to put everything else away. You're a don't fix it if it ain't broke kinda guy." I paused to point out his kinda busted TV but it was in fact working.

It had been on this whole time, but the volume was off. Probably turned it off once he realized I was lying out in practically his front lawn.

"You like to keep reminders of home around." There were several pictures around the space. A flag, a few knick-knacks on several surfaces but not too many.

"You're proud of your job and take good care of your things." I pointed to his bow up on the wall then his sniper rifle that was on his coffee table. He was probably in the middle of cleaning it before he saw or heard me fall outside.

"Stuff like that." I shrugged my face burning once my eyes settled back on Sniper. The man's mouth was slightly gaped and his eyes were wide, and his eyebrows shot up. Like he had no idea about any of the things I just told him.

"Do you always do that? Break down the spaces you're in?" Sniper asked, his eyebrows still up high. It would have been funny if I didn't feel a bit like a bug underneath a microscope.

"Yeah, you don't?" I asked the other, my voice a little faint. Embarrassment, and something I couldn't pinpoint clinging to the back of my neck.

"Not without training, that's really impressive Scout. Do you do that with people too?" Sniper tilted his head a little bit, his eyes were watching every twitch of my face. Yet they still avoided making head on eye contact.

"Not, completely? I mean it's rude to judge people, but I can normally tell what other people are feeling, I had a lot of brothers to mind." I explained with a wave of my hand even though my face was burning red. Feeling awfully caught off guard.

It was true though. We all loved each other, but a bunch of boys, and teenagers were filled with a lot of high emotions skirting around. One wrong joke or even a laugh could send the apartment into chaos.

One time the second-oldest Jamie had just gotten broken up with, over the phone. And I was in the living room, maybe 4 or 5 playing alone. The TV was playing some cartoon that I couldn't stomach watching after that day.

I remembered laughing at the TV, my hands still clinging to the little wooden soldier. Then, I don't really remember what happened. If Jamie was coming into the room or if he heard me from the room over. Just that he was angry and heartbroken and thought I was laughing at him.

Jamie yelled at me for laughing at him and some other stuff I can't really remember. I just remembered the fear, hurt, panic, and confusion. Jamie grabbed that toy and threw it at me.

Oh, man did it hurt. The toy busted the flesh right above my eyebrow right open. I think I needed 5 or 6 stitches.

Then Jamie was crying and yelling for Johnny the oldest to come help.

Oh everyone gave Jamie shit for months. Ma was madder than a rattlesnake. Didn't care that Jamie was almost twice her size she busted his ass and grounded him for months.

I forgave him pretty quickly. I was always that kind of kid. Jamie never raised a hand to anyone ever again. Actually became an EMT up in Boston.

I still had the scar above my eyebrow, but you wouldn't notice it unless you were up close or knew where to look.

"Is that why you and Pryo get on so well?" Sniper asked jarring me from my thoughts. The man seemed more settled once again, any trace of shock gone from his face.

"Yeah, I have a hell of a time understanding her a lot of the time so I try and focus on body language." I shrugged leaning back in the booth-like chair.

"I'll have to try that." Sniper mused with a small nod of his head. It was sweet that a loner like Sniper still wanted to try and understand Pryo. Not a lot of the guys have patience like that.

"You definitely should, Pryo gets bored with just me and hard-hat all of the time." I joked with a quick wink.

It was still weird. Not bad weird, but odd, I really don't think anyone else has been allowed into this camper. Maybe Engie to fix something?

Was Sniper actually okay with visitors and we've all just been accidentally snubbing our teammate?

"Say, what do you do out here all day? I only see you in base for laundry and the odd dinner." I asked before I said something I shouldn't.

"I hunt when I need to, same with cooking, clean my weapons, watch some telly, read plenty and I make things when I get too bored." Sniper listed off, almost like there wasn't anything to it at all.

"Make? Like what?" I asked, yet before it could be answered there was heavy knocking on the front door.

Knocking I knew very well.

"I'm not here!" Hissed in a whisper before shuffling into the bathroom a few steps away. Leaving the door cracked like no one was inside at all.

If Sniper was confused he didn't show it as he strolled over to the door and opened it.

"Afternoon private! I've gathered information that Scout is here! I requested his presence immediately!" The soldier demanded from Sniper who had just watched the other steadily.

"Haven't seen him, Solly, you know no one comes out my way," Sniper spoke lazily like he was chatting about the weather.

"Yes, I understand! Fine then! If you do see the maggot send him to me promptly! I will not let him get away from me that easily!" Soldier declared, saluted then turned and left without any further fanfare.

Sniper watched for a few more moments before shutting the door. Sniper stared at the door in bewildered silence for a moment.

"What did you do to him?" Sniper asked as he turned away from the front door.

"Nothing he didn't deserve!" I whined as I slipped back out of the bathroom. It had also been impressively clean like the rest of the camper.

"Uh-huh, so?" Sniper pressed with a small hint of a smile on his lips.

"Put shaving cream in his shoes." I sighed deeply if the answer was dragged out of me.

Sniper snorted and rolled his eyes. But he thought it was funny too.

"Well, my good comrade, clearly someone is snitching on me. So in a grand show of kindness, I'm going to hide elsewhere to spare you from whatever Soldier cooks up for revenge." I announced before bowing to the slightly older man.

Sniper chuckled, something deep and rumbly, a good chuckle like his good voice.

"Ah, how generous. Soldier was aiming to go back to base I'd head over to Engineer's garage." Sniper kindly informed me as he watched me slip past him to stand by the door.

"Thank ya, good sir. I will see you soon." I grinned as I slipped out the door not waiting for the others' goodbye.

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After that lucky incident. Even if my pride was bruised from falling. Sniper tended not to be so far from my thoughts or sight.

It was easy to settle next to the guy in the mornings, shoot the shit before the day started. Or after work bragging about how our days went.

Still trying different types of jokes and stories to get Sniper to smile with that full dimple showing.

Surprisingly he loved stories or stupid puns. Like who would look at the cool and mysterious guy from Australia, to think he liked puns!

It was so dorky. Puns of all things. I wasn't even good at them!

Oh man, I think it had it down bad.

"Yo, Medic, you busy?" I asked without knocking. The guys quickly learned to lock doors if they did not want any guests. Knocking was for losers wasting time.

The doctor looked up from his single-person game of chess. Then waved for me to take the seat across from him.

"No, just practicing for my game with Heavy later." Medic offered a quick closed-mouth smile before his eyes were back on the board.

"What can I help you with?" Medic added as I sat down in the offered seat.

"You said we had patient-doctor confidentiality, right? Does that count even if it's not really a medical question?" I asked my own question rather than answering his.

Medic looked at me over his glasses. Not moving his head to peer at me. Ah shit, I really piqued his interest. This conversation can go well or badly really quickly.

"Yes, I can keep our conversation to ourselves. Now, what can I help you with Jeremy?" Medic pulled out my name to try and pull me into being more honest or maybe comfortable.

"You and Heavy, are together, right? Like life partners, not just coworkers." I coaxed the older man. That's how Ma referred to her girlfriend, her 'life partner'.

Ma knew whoever my Father was, wasn't coming back. And well, Ma found Jo or Johanna was her full name.

Jo took good care of Ma when I was in the hospital. And still does even with all of the money I was sending up home for Ma and my brothers.

"Ja, life partners, I actually like that term, did you come up with that? Much more refined than boyfriend, Ja?" Medic nodded along to his words. Then shook his head and focused back on me.

"Ma's missus came up with it or something like that. I mean I would call and ask them but I wanted to ask something like this in person. And, well, yeah." I rambled feeling my cheeks warm, as I forced my mouth to click shut.

Medic looked a mixture of amusement and curiosity, at least someone was enjoying my struggle.

"Well, how did you know that you liked Heavy and didn't want to just be like, best friends?" I cringed at how childish the question sounded.

Medic hummed and tapped the table, thinking the question over. At least Medic was taking me more seriously than I could have hoped for.

"Well, let's start with this, do you, fancy men? Ever wanted to be with a man before?" The older man inquired in a straight way, it didn't sound teasing or taunting.

"Well, yeah, I've kissed a few but nothing further than that. I mean I don't think I'd be opposed either. I mean. It sounds good." I felt a bit stupid saying it out loud. But it was the truth.

Boston was a big city, and it wasn't too hard to find a few handsome guys. It just never worked out because I wasn't a drinker then I got laid up in the hospital.

But I remembered liking it. Remembered the rush and the heat, and just wanting a whole lot more.

"Okay, well have you thought about this friend of yours a whole lot more than the other men here?" Medic began, leaning back into his chair. His finger tapped onto his kneecap.

"Perhaps spending time with them alone, talking a lot. Maybe wondering if they use Chapstick or what kind of cologne they use. Maybe about feeling their skin underneath your palms." Medic described in a light tone clearly thinking about Heavy, his eyes soft around the edges.

Aw, man. I think I did. I made it a personal goal to see Sniped smile and laugh as much as I could. That wasn't very 'just friends' of me was it?

I bet Sniper didn't use Chapstick. He's the type of guy to bite his lips a lot, probably bite off the dry sink. Pick at the scabs mindlessly. Sniper always had a lot of things going on in his head.

Sniper probably wouldn't wear cologne, not normally at least. That would ruin any type of hunting he was doing. Professional or animal hunting.

Sniper wouldn't have tan lines, no, not like I do. But I bet he had smooth skin. The sniper wore long sleeves and gloves. To protect his hands from the gun and his arms from the sun. When I was in his bathroom he had a tub of lotion. I bet he used it often.

"What did you do when you realized?" I asked once I realized Medic was letting me think his words over. The other had made several moves for both sides of the board.

"Ah, it was horrible! I was in shambles, I couldn't look Heavy in the eyes for a week. I didn't get my head out of my ass until Heavy made me." Medic laughed waving off my dejected look I was sending him.

"No, Jeremy, I don't have any good advice for the 'go for it' part of a relationship. But I can help you more with the during and sexual part." Medic seemed a bit apologetic before grinning and wiggling his eyebrows at me.

I laughed, it wasn't often Medic played around like this. Normally too busy or caught up with Heavy to play.

"Do you pitch or catch Herschell?" I grinned nudging the other without my foot, taunting playfully.

"Both, I like variety in every aspect of my life. What about you? I think Sniper might be a bit of a submissive if I had to guess." Medic mused, tapping his kneecap again as he tilted his head side to side.

"Who said it was Sniper!" I snapped defensively, my neck and ears burning quickly.

"All of a sudden you two get friendly and now at all of the times you could have come to ask me these things?" Medic pointed out, his eyebrows raised in disbelief.

I huffed and crossed my arms tightly. He did have a point. Sighing dramatically, I let my arms flop back down.

"You got me pinned. So, how would I go about bottoming if Snipes ain't the submissive?" I asked quickly getting over how the other called me out without much effort.

"I don't think I'll find a better way to spend my afternoon, hold on, let me grab some paper and a few things for you to use," Medic told me earnestly before springing from his seat.

For a moment I wondered what I was getting myself into.

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"Okay Jeremy, you wanted to know, and prepare yourself. Doc has said this was normal and everyone has a first time." I muttered as my fingers mindlessly clicked open and closed the bottle of lube.

It was a large step to go from crushing on your coworker to fingering yourself for the first time to get used to the idea of being intimate with said man.

Well, if it wasn't enjoyable no one would do it. Medic said that there was a prostate in there, which made it amazing.

Jeez, lying here thinking about it wasn't going to get me anywhere. I had already cleaned myself up to prepare for this part. The dirty hard part was done. This was supposed to be the enjoyable part.

Sighing deeply, I poured lube onto my fingers, at least attempting to heat it.

Then, I thought about it. Or what it would be like with Sniper. For such a big guy he was oddly gentle with his things.

Would he be gentle with me? Those big hands are tracing down my sides. Maybe he'd be rough, desperate, fingers clinging and biting into my skin. Leaving scratches and dents.

I bet Sniper's hair would hang around his face handsomely. No shooting glasses to hide behind, bet his eyes would feel piercing. Watching me like prey.

My dick twitched at the thought. Using the hand without lube I loosely jerked my dick into full mast.

No time like now as they say.

It was a little weird to circle my fingers around the rim. It wasn't bad weird though. It tingled, like my body knew something good was gonna happen.

The lube wasn't cold but it wasn't overly warm as I wiggled my middle finger inside. It was awkward. It didn't suddenly feel amazing or anything.

It was smooth, not silky but nice? I sighed and got the lube and poured a little on my dick. Maybe some prompting would start making it feel better?

It was a bit awkward to try and find a good rhythm between pumping my dick and trying to get used to the finger.

Would Sniper enjoy watching? Maybe to enjoy a show before enjoying the main course? I bet he would. Maybe he'd want me to keep my hands up as he worked away at me.

He'd want to feel and watch every twitch and movement I made.

Fuck, that's so hot. Groaning I arched a little as I pushed in my ring finger alongside my middle finger. The stretch was definitely more intense than one finger. Not bad intense but my leg kicked out as I slowly pushed in. The pleasure was definitely there now.

Sniper had these long fingers they weren't thick like Heavy or Demoman but they weren't bony by any means. Maybe he had pianist fingers. I bet they could fill me much better than my bony ones.

"Fuck." I gaped as I sped up the thrusting of my fingers. The wet smacks against my ass made it even more erotic.

I bet Sniper would really press his weight down onto me. Pinning me down underneath him. Definitely someone who groans.

Fuck, would he say my name? Could I get him to moan my name? I bet it would be heaven on earth.

"Fuck, Fuck, fuck." I whined tightly once my fingers brushed my prostate, I didn't think I'd be able to reach it.

Sniper would be a huge tease, maybe hitting it until I couldn't say my own name. Or maybe skirting just around it.

"Please, ah!"

Shit. I think I might not be able to jerk off normally again. Or at the very least not without thinking about warm hands and intense eyes watching me.

With a heaving sigh, I set to cleaning up.

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"It's hot Snipes," I whined as I lay sprawled across the man's floor. There wasn't really much room for it. I have to kinda lie crooked around the coffee table if I didn't want to move it.

"I warned ya that my AirCon was broken," Sniper replied without any kind of sympathy.

Whining even louder I rolled onto my back, my left arm bumping into his calf and foot. This prompted the other man to peer down at me.

"Why haven't you asked Hard-Hat for some assistance?" I prompted the other as I stretched out more.

"I've got it handled, you can go back to base if it's that bad." Sniper made a little waving motion towards the AC unit he had taken apart. It was hard to tell if he was actually fixing it or not.

"Yeah, but I told you we were gonna hang out today, and I ain't not a liar Mr." I huffed as I let my hands rest on the bare skin of my torso.

Today it was too hot to wear proper clothes. I went with a cropped red shirt that also had the sleeves cut out. And my running shorts and ankle socks. The fewer clothes meant the less sticky clothes sticking to my person.

"Well, you don't have to suffer on my account. There is always a different day Scout." Sniper insisted as he picked up a different tool.

"How are you not sweating a pool right now?" I swiftly asked instead of acknowledging the point of coming back on a different day.

"The bush was hot like this a lot, I just grew up in this type of climate. During rainy season was worse because of the humidity. Now that's the killer, because sweat cools you down. And if it's high humidity it renders sweating obsolete." Sniper explained offhandedly, his focus on the machine in front of him.

I loved it when Sniper talked about things he just understood. Like I knew what Humidity was but I didn't realize that part about it making sweat useless.

"Do you read weather books or did ya just know that?" I asked between a yawn and a long blink.

"My dad used to be a meteorologist, a weatherman. Before he settled down with my mum. He just kinda explained that kind of thing when I was younger." Sniper shrugged his tone gentle. It was clear he held a great fondness for his family.

Good. I liked a family man.

"What's that on your lower stomach anyhow?" Sniper asked not even bothering to point as he continued to work on the AC unit.

My eyes darted down to see the tip of my second tattoo. A drunk dare, one of the reasons I never got drunk again.

"Tattoo." I groaned letting my head fall back against the floor.

It was really lucky or unlucky for me that the waistband of my shorts flirted that low. It was embarrassing but I also liked it. Not that anyone needed to know it.

"Well, want to show me?" Sniper surveys idly, his hands automatically finding the next tool he needed.

"Whoa big guy, no matter how much I like you. I am not an easy lay, I demand dinner at the very least first."

Sniper froze, then his whole face turned this deep burgundy color. It was a darker red than our work shirts even.

Sniper exhaled and let his eyes dart down again. Taking a longer look than his normal quick glances. Examining exactly where the tattoo would lie if he had gotten an eyeful.

Right above my dick, some of the lower part of the tattoo goes down the shaft.

"Why on earth do you have a tattoo there!" Sniper yelped covering his face with his hands. Like it was all my fault he had asked about it.

"I was drunk and a really handsome fella and his girlfriend told me to. Was hoping to be in that sandwich that night." They both were something I'd call punk or maybe in the queer community. I wasn't sure about all of those labels and such.

It was back when I was still figuring out if I liked men or manly women. I knew no matter what I loved girls.

Sniper laughed into his hands, his whole body shaking with laughter. That made it easy to laugh too and sit up. Trying my damnest to soak up the sound.

Sniper took his hands away from his face and pushed his glasses atop his head. (Sniper didn't wear his hat in the camper if we were staying inside)

And turned to grin down at me. Where I was kneeling beside the booth's table, my own shit-eating-grin across my lips. Sniper had his own honest to god beautiful crooked smile across his own face.

God, that dimple.

That was almost enough of a reward for this whole conversation. But those eyes. This was the first time I had ever seen Sniper without his orange shooting glasses.

Sniper's eyes had these bands of liquid gold around his pupils, then this bright sky blue the rest of the eye.

It was like nothing I've ever seen before. They were like a sunflower field. I never wanted anyone else to see his eyes.

"Well, were you?" Sniper asked raising a single eyebrow in question.

For a moment I was confused about what he was asking. My mind had latched onto those beautiful eyes and forgotten everything else.

"What? No, I mean, I got sick. That was a little bit before I ended up in the hospital." I shook my head a little, then let my eyes turn back up to Sniper.

"Hospital?" Sniper asked, his voice slathered with worry, even if it was long ago now. It was sweet.

"Ah, yeah, you know how it is. Miss Pauling always finds us at our worst then promises us everything we need and more. That's how I got here." I shrugged my shoulders.

Trying desperately not to remember how much Ma and Jo cried at my bedside. My brother's didn't cry, just put on an act like everything would be fine. We didn't have the money for the kinds of treatments I needed.

"Shit, I mean, I didn't mean to pry or nothing. Sorry, Scout." Sniper quickly backpeddled, his pretty eyes turning up and away.

"Nah, doesn't mean much nowadays. Medic fixed me up. No debt, medical or otherwise. I've got so much money I could retire anytime like everyone else here."

It really didn't bother me. Yeah, it happened and it sucked. But remembering the way my family looked at me like I was already dead? That was the hardest part.

"Doesn't mean much?" Sniper frowned, his face tight as he ended up looking at me again.

"I, well, yeah. It happened and I'll have to keep going to checkups to make sure it doesn't come back. But it's just one of those things, it happens or doesn't." There was no point obsessing over it.

"I think, I wish I could live like that. I worry about every little thing." Sniper joked, but it fell flat with the ring of truth.

"I know, I think we balance each other out." I grinned with more teeth than needed.

Sniper huffed out a soundless laugh, his eyes all crinkled at the sides.

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"Hey, Skeeter, what brings you down here?" Engineer called fondly, clearly between projects as he sat at his desk.

"Wondering if you were busy, Tough guy." I grinned at the older man.

At first Engineer and I fought an awful lot when we first ended up on the same team. I thought he was an old conservative. And well, he pinned me well for being a young loud kinda fella who spoke before he thought.

We were like oil and water. Sometimes budding heads just because we wanted to yell.

Then, well. Engineer ended up learning about why I spent so much time with Medic once our work days were done. It took a long time for Medic to figure out how to keep the cancer from returning.

I've spent many days in surgery.

Engineer sat on my bedside on one of the worst days. Something about respawning made the cancer more aggressive, and I went through it many times that day.

I was just beyond exhausted and homesick. So when he asked, I spilled the whole story. And more.

Dell took me under his wing practically.

Real sweet on me. Often bringing projects in and talking about them. Or spoke about how Medic and he were cooking up something to keep me cancer-free.

Dell also taught me how to be a proper man. None of that city nonsense. The southern way to treat people. Cooked for me, then taught me more recipes than I'd probably ever need.

Taught me all about cars. While the middle brother, Jard tried it never stuck. But Dell never got mad with me, just found new ways to teach me something.

No, I don't think I'd ever say nothing. But I pegged Dell for a good man, maybe even a father figure. But I wasn't going to say anything.

"Nope, I'm taking a bit of a break. Hoping once I put rested eyes on this thing I'll have it." Dell sighed, stretched then stood.

"So, a distraction is welcome," Dell added as he gave me a small but warm smile.

"I was wondering, what do you know about gardening?" I asked, my cheeks warming a bit against my will.

"Well, depends on what you want to do."

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Engineer and I both sat on his shity little couch off to the side. We had worked up the plans, blueprints, and what to buy.

"So, what's the sudden interest in gardening Skeeter?" Dell asked pressing an RC Cola into my hands.

"Sniper was telling me about it, he looked awfully homesick about it." I shrugged popping the tab. Dell and his RC Cola, I wished he at least kept some Bonk out here if not Pepsi.

"Sniper, Huh, Skeeter." Dell drawled his voice coyly, and with a glance, he had a matching smirk.

"What? What is that about, huh Dell?" I prickly asked, feeling my shoulders draw up my neck.

Dell held his hand up in a 'I didn't mean nothin' kinda way. But now his eyebrows were up high.

"Well, Skeeter, you're taken to him. And well, I'm not the only other fella watching you two dance around each other." Dell spoke earnestly, with a hint of something I couldn't pinpoint.

My whole face felt like melting off. There were so many loaded things in what whole everything he just said.

Even if Dell and I had gotten as close as we had. It was. Well, nice to know Dell doesn't seem to mind I had an eye for the same sex.

I never asked and never was gonna tell. I've come to like and respect Dell. But I always knew he came from the south, the deep south even.

No one was too happy about queers up in Boston but it was nothing compared to the South.

"Who's been watching us, I mean, us? You think he likes me too?" I couldn't help but sputter slightly. I'd bet real good money my face could fry an egg right now.

My question softened the elder man right up. Must have thought I was gearing up for a fight. A different time it would have.

"Well, Medic and Heavy, and sometimes Pryo, she watches everyone so it's hard to tell. Maybe Spy, but I think he's been pretty occupied with his out-of-base contracts here lately." Dell explained with a thoughtful expression. Thinking over the past however long it's been since he's known.

That was to be expected. It was hard to tell if Medic told Heavy or if he figured it out himself. I swear Heavy only reads romance books in Russian, but I had no proof yet.

And as Dell said, Pryo loves to people-watch when she's not busy doing her other hobbies.

Spy, well he was a Spy. But, normally that French bastard gave me shit for even breathing wrong. So, I don't think he's caught on yet. Or maybe hasn't connected the pieces yet.

"And, if I had to put money on it? I would say Sniper likes you just as much as you like him. That old dog isn't very social but seems to want you around all the time. Speaks real fondly of you too." Dell added, nodding along with his words.

"You and Snipes talk a lot then?" I asked before I could even think much about it.

"Yeah, I'd like to say so. Sniper when he does visit he tends to come down here. Here lately he's been talking more. About you that is." Dell grinned nudging me with his elbow.

It pulled a laugh out of me as I playfully shoved back at the older man. Dell relaxed more and slung an arm over my shoulders, pulling me flush against him for a moment.

"I'd say you have nothing to worry about Skeeter. And I won't say anything either. I think you two could work out mighty fine." Dell told me in his completely assured way. The sky was blue, the grass was green, and Dell thought I'd be fine.

"Yeah, well, thanks, Dell," I mumbled rubbing the back of my neck. I knew I was still a bit pink but no longer that dark red.

"Nothing to it, Skeeter."

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"Dell and I chose to put it back here because Pryo never comes out here. So she shouldn't be tempted to burn it or anything."

I rambled at Sniper. My hands were slick with sweat, and my stomach was turning with nerves. Sniper just kinda stopped in the doorway.

A hydroponic garden, that's what Dell and I figured out to make. That would do best out here in our desert. In this back room with these big glow lights. The water would keep the plants cool enough from the heat.

"If you don't know how to take care of it, Dell can go over it with you. I know he told me a billion times. I think he likes talking over his projects multiple times." Dell could be a bit of a peacock when it came to his inventions. Not that I blamed him. I would be too.

"We didn't know what you'd want to grow so we chose a bit of everything," I added lamely. Everything had decent sprouts, I wanted to make sure it would work before showing Sniper.

"You did this because I told you I liked gardening once?" Sniper seemed bewildered and shocked. But it was hard to tell if it was in a good way or not.

"Yeah, I, uhm. Well, you looked a little homesick. And you're a really resourceful guy, so I thought you'd like to garden again. Sorry, is that creepy? I know I'm a bit of an airhead. But I do listen and stuff. Ah, if you don't like it I'm sure Dell and I could keep it. I know you're an awfully busy Mr."

I talked and talked. That's the only way I knew how to try and save this whole conversation. Maybe if I talked long enough he'd just walk away. Maybe he'd forget all of this and we'd still be pals.

Sniper blinked a few times at the pure amount of words I threw at him. Then he sighed, something deep. And then he threw an arm around my waist. A quick side hug.

Sniper had large warm hands.

"Aw Piss, no Scout, I love it. I promise I do. I was really just shocked Mate." Sniped was earnest, craning his head down so our eyes could meet. (Oh my god we were actually making eye contact.)

"It was just. Really good of you two. I think this is the best gift I've ever been given since I've been over here in the America's." Sniper was really slow about talking when he wanted to make an important point. Carefully picking out every single word to make sure it all went together well.

It was hard to pay full attention to his words. So hard when I knew those pretty sunflower eyes were watching me behind those shooting glasses. And that his hand was still loosely holding my hip.

Sniper who never initiated any kind of touch. Was touching me, holding onto my hip with those hard-working hands.

"Really? Good! Come on let me show you all of the plants, and where they are!" I laughed taking the risk to push up on my tiptoes to sling my arms around his neck for a quick full-on hug. Then I quickly took his hand to drag him to the closest section of plants.

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"I'm dying," I told medic earnestly.

The other looked down at me, observing the way I was sprawled on the ground next to his desk.

"Why is that?" Medic asked, humoring me. That told me everything that I needed to know. Medic was in a good mood.

"Never mind that, I'm accusing you, do you have a defense?" I rolled onto my side. One hand propping up my head the other tapping a mindless best into my hip.

"Defense? Against what? In America, I am allowed to know what I am being accused of?" Medic narrowed his eyes at me. But he fully abandoned the paperwork he had been mindlessly working on.

"You told Heavy about our last private conversation didn't you?" I accused, still unsure if he had or hadn't.

Medic blinked, then his left eye twitched at the same time his fingers fluttered mindlessly.

That was his tell. When Medic was shocked he'd blink. But when he was caught out his left eye would twitch and his fingers would flutter.

Medic was one of those people who were always in motion. But we've worked so long together I knew what most of his little movements meant.

"How could you! You agreed to confidentiality!" I yelled pointing at the other before he could even try to open his mouth. I didn't even care if he was going to admit it or not.

I wasn't really all that fussed over it. More annoyed than anything else. And bored. Sniper was out hunting and I wasn't in the mood to be alone.

Medic then closed his mouth. Opened it, then glared at me. Probably wondering how I knew.

"How did you know I told Heavy?" Medic asked instead of digging into how I called him out.

"Dell and I were talking and it came shaking out of the tree. I didn't know you were a gossip Medic." I taunted stretching my leg up at an impressive angle to poke at his leg.

I stretched every day of my life, sometimes multiple times a day. Between doing track and baseball as a kid I had to make sure my body was in peak physical state.

Jo had also taught me a little bit of ballet, she wasn't in it very long but she thought the more extensive stretches would help me.

Medic rolled his eyes. It made him look bitchy. I laughed and Medic sighed deeply.

"No, Heavy is my partner, and when something exciting happens sometimes things slip out. Heavy had an, what do you, ah! Yes, Inkling about it." Medic explained, paused then grinned when he remembered the words he wanted to use.

"I think only Soldier and Demo don't have an Inkling about it," I grumbled, Soldier would be a bear about it. Not really sure about Demo though. Probably wouldn't care that much other than some teasing.

"Probably, but speaking of the Engineer. What have you two been working on?" Medic changed the topic, hoping I wouldn't rag on him more about the whole telling Heavy things.

"A hydroponic garden, Sniper loved it, he's already talking about adding some spicy peppers." I preened, happy my gift had genuinely been a great success.

Medic grinned at me, softer than his normal ones. More, fond. Then his normal blood lust ones when he has someone down for surgery.

"Ja, love to the point of invention. I've made a few things for Heavy only in mind. You have it bad mein junge." Medic teased but it was all in light fun. In connection, Medic understood the shoes I stood in quite well.

"I know." I groaned but I was smiling anyway. It was hard not to jump the gun. But I still enjoyed learning how to be a good friend to Sniper.

"Come, if you are going to hang around we will have tea and you'll sit in a proper chair Scout." Medic stood waving for me to get off the floor.

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"Is that comfortable?" Sniper asked with more judgment than I felt was warranted.

"Very," I confirmed adjusting my weight slightly.

"Do you do this often?" Sniper asked watching as my legs lowered more, trying to reach to tap the back of my head. A slightly modified pincha hollowback Hollowback Forearm Stand. I just called it a scorpion.

"I wouldn't say often, but on the weekends is when I like to test my body." I brought my legs back up straight then split them down the middle. Like an in-air split.

"How does that not hurt?" Sniper asked in pure disbelief. It was hard not to laugh and collapsed under my own weight.

"Jo, my Ma's girlfriend taught me all of the tricks she learned in ballet. Basically, I've always been flexible so it never hurt to stretch out and bend in weird positions."

I settled back onto the ground. Laying on my belly so I could turn and look at Sniper. He had been sorting through his CDs but quickly got distracted and watched me stretch.

We had to push his coffee table into the kitchenette. But Sniper didn't mind at all.

"Girlfriend huh, so your Ma gets more girls than you?" Sniper taunted with a quick smirk. I laughed not offended at all.

"A bit, but I look a lot like her. Ma got a girlfriend so I had a chance to catch a handsome man." I winked at Sniper wondering if that was too forward.

Sniper laughed his ears burning red. It was cute, especially the way his eyes darted up and away from me.

"So, do you only like blokes then?" Sniper asked, more curious than judging. I liked that he felt comfortable enough with me to ask.

"Nah, I swing both ways. What about you?" I prompted, enjoying the idea of finally getting a firmer idea if this was all just a daydream.

"I've never been the dating type, but I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life with either. But I think I have a preference for men." Sniper shrugged, letting his eyes drop back down to his CD collection. The blush from his ears was spreading down to his neck.

Nice.

"Not the dating type? You don't like the chase or being tied down." I pressed as I began moving into more yoga poses than regular stretching.

"The chase, I get into my head, then I get the nerves. I'm not too good in a relationship, Same thing I get these fits and panic so hard that I ruin the whole thing." Sniper explained with a grimace. A bit of embarrassment clung to his face too.

"I think that's a bit normal, it's hard to be in a relationship and not mess up. But I think that's just how life is. You love, live, and mess something up. Then you do your best to get up again. You've just got to find someone who gets that."

"You say a lot of profound things, Scout." Sniper sounded genuinely touched. Like he had never thought about life like that.

"Call me Jeremy, already." I chuckled, watching his hands freeze in surprise.

We weren't really supposed to trade names. But everyone does it once we're all close. It was closeness that we couldn't get anywhere else.

"Mick, everyone calls me Micky though." Sniper offered in return. No hesitation no backpeddling. Just the return with his own name.

"Micky and Jeremy, not too bad, at least you don't have a weird name like some of the other guys." No one really had a bad name. Maybe Soldier, a girl's name but a classic at least.

"Who has the weirdest one?" Sniped asked with a chuckle, the faint sound of plastic hitting each other from the CD cases.

"Probably Spy, French bastard. I think the only person who knows is Medic. That's if it is even his real name, I doubt it is." I hummed. French was a really odd language.

"Probably not."

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It was a pretty night. The sky was full of more stars than anyone could ever wish to count. The only set of stars I could point out was the Little Dipper.

Or was it the Big Dipper?

"What has you out here?" Sniper called making me jump about a foot into the air.

"Jesus, Joseph, and Mary Sniper! Could have killed me with fright!" I snapped before sighing explosively.

"Sorry, I couldn't sleep, so I was walking around the base," I added quickly, feeling horrible for snapping. Sniper had only asked a question.

I just, hadn't realized I had made it all the way out here to his camper.

I didn't remember it properly. What I was dreaming about exactly. Like I remember pieces. The hot sticky fear, waking up wet with sweat.

No, I took a shower then walked a few laps inside the base. Then the base felt too small. So I decided to wander around outside. Feel the cool air on my still hot skin.

Sniper just chuckled at me as he waved me over to sit next to him. He had this bench sitting up against the camper. Normally he kept random things hanging out on it.

"Bad dreams? Or couldn't get your mind to quiet down?" Sniper asked as he fiddled with something in his hands.

"Couldn't get my mind to slow down." I groaned and playfully nudged him with my elbow.

"Damn, you into that hippie shit." I teased once I recognized the joint he had been rolling up before he called out to me.

"This, is what I do when I can't sleep. The weekends, or when I'm really bored alone in my camper." Sniper explained offhandedly, still twisting the end.

"Does it work?" I couldn't help but ask. It couldn't be that bad if Sniper used it that regularly.

"Well, for me it does. For you, it could make you laugh, or get hungry, maybe even have more energy." Sniper shrugged, then looked at me and smirked.

"Wanna find out?" Sniper offered to hold the joint up between the two of us.

"You won't leave me if I'm a horrible high?" I squinted at the man. I could barely make out much either how little light the moon was giving off.

"Promise, Love, ever smoked a cigarette? It's just like that." Sniper explained as he settled the joint between his lips to light it up.

"Unfortunately, it was a horrible taste," I grumbled for a moment. But said nothing more as I watched Sniper's face from the faint glow of the burning end of the joint.

"Won't like this much then." Sniper allowed as he exhaled deeply. Then they brought the joint to my lips, his fingers brushing my lips and chin.

My body shivered at the light touch. But I openly puffed on the joint. It burned a little in the back of my throat. The taste stuck on my tongue.

"Gross." I agreed blowing the smoke away from us both.

Sniper chuckled and brought the joint back to his own lips. It gave me a moment to appreciate the fact that Sniper was without his hat and glasses. And his button-down was unbuttoned for the first few buttons.

Sniper pressed the joint back to my lips. I had been distracted, a little meep escaped between my lips. It made Sniper grin something wide and teasing.

Bastard. Grumbling wordlessly I grabbed around his wrist to hold his hand still. I felt the muscles flex underneath my hand as I took a deeper pull from the joint.

I could practically feel Sniper watching me with those intense sunflower eyes of his. It made my belly feel all warm, like a pot of sunwarmed honey.

I think that this was a great idea. I could feel my shoulders relaxing. I hadn't even realized how tense I had been.

Sniper didn't speak again as we passed the joint back and forth. I didn't feel the endless need to speak like normal. It just became harder and harder to let go of Sniper each time he offered the joint back to me.

The night wasn't as cold as it normally was. Well, or it had been. Now that I've been sitting out here long enough with Sniper a chill was starting to set in.

The beginning of the night slides off my mind. Turning to the now, something positive and just ours.

"Can we go inside?" I asked turning my big eyes over at Sniper. I could feel my lips spread into a wide smile but I couldn't force my face to stop. The weed was already getting to me much quicker than liquor ever did.

Sniper nodded, a faint smile of his own on his face. Sniper took the time to put out the roach and packet it away in a small tin.

"Cold then?" Sniper asked already sliding an arm around my waist when I stumbled as I stood.

"Yeah. I swear the temperature dropped like a ton." Sniper hummed his agreement as he guided me inside.

"Feeling it already then?" Sniper asked as he crouched to untie my shoes for me. Sweet and extremely thoughtful.

"Nothing gets past a professional." I laughed, my cheeks slightly hurting from how hard I was smiling.

Sniper laughed but guided my feet out of its shoes. Those big hands were gentle but firm as they grabbed my calves.

"Thank you, this is good," I assured the other, hoping he wasn't worrying like always.

"Really good?" Sniper had this teasing tilt to his voice, but I wasn't catching on to why.

"I mean, yes? I said that right? Have I been staring and not speaking?" I asked worriedly as Sniper stood in front of me again. For once standing to his full height, really towering above me.

Sniper nodded, but he was still smirking at me. Like he had made a joke and I missed it totally. I pouted and pushed at his stomach.

"Whatcha looking at me like that for Micky?" I pouted, watching as his hand caught my wrist when I had pulled away from pushing at him playfully.

"Come on, want to watch some telly then?" Sniper tugged me further into the van. Already kicked off his own shoes. Clearly more sober than I was, or maybe more used to being high.

"Careful!" I crowed, almost falling into the taller man as he flopped onto the couch. I had almost crashed on top of him, only just dodging enough to land slightly on his arm and leg rather than full on his lap.

"What, I've got you Roo, trust me don't you?"  Sniper asked keeping me flushed to his side. That large hand of his is still attached to my hip.

"I do. I think you'd never lead me a stray." I grinned, feeling all kinds of soft. My thoughts were slow, and my body was warm. Almost burning where Sniper was all pressed against me.

"You trust me that much?" Sniper sounded amused, and not really believing. Like he was agreeing just because he thought I was pulling his leg.

"Why wouldn't I? You aren't cruel or mean. If anything you're kind, funny, and endlessly patient. Dependable, uh, what was it, oh, and creative!" I giggled and listed out a few of my favorite trades of his.

"Really?" Sniper asked again like he couldn't figure out anything else to say.

"What? Peg me for a liar Mr Micky?" I grinned tilting my head back up to peer at those beautiful eyes.

The lights were low in the camper but I could still see Micky just fine. Even the faint red color burned on his cheekbones.

"No, I think you're unbearably honest, Love," Sniper muttered his eyes flickering around the room then all over my face.

"You asked, who am I not to deliver?" I tilted my head before grabbing Sniper's shoulders. The room was starting to tilt and move with me.

Sniper laughed at that, something low and fond. It was easy to grin at the other in return. I wasn't sure what was funny but I liked it when Sniper laughed.

"Would you bend yourself backwards just because I asked? To deliver?" Sniper asked his head tilting to the side.

"Would you want me to? I'm flexible enough. I'd maybe fall flat right now though." I shrugged with a laugh.

"You're so eager Roo." Sniper shook his head, happy enough with my answer.

"Is that so wrong?" I murmured leaning forward to press my face in the crook of his neck.

Sniper was my own personal sun. He was always warm and kind. Sniper smelled like the weed we had just smoked. But also the spices he used to cook. And this musk that was just what he was.

Sniper wrapped both of his arms around my waist and fully pulled me onto his lap. I felt like a content house cat. I sighed deeply and wrapped my own arms around his rib cage.

"Okay? Still feeling good?" Sniper asked the note of teasing gone from his voice. Just curious with a hint of worry. Sweet, and caring.

"Yeah, I just wanted to feel you." I sighed as I adjusted the way I sat on his lap. Moving to sit more straddling rather than just pulled halfway onto his lap.

Sniper let out his own sigh as he pulled me closer. Sniper tilted his head until it was resting atop mine. I missed being held.

"You're an awfully sweet bugger, aren't you?" Sniper's voice rumbled in a good way from how closely I was lying on him.

Sniper didn't sound annoyed. Yet, and yet. I pulled away a worried frown tugging on my lips, my hands merely holding his rib cage rather than still being totally wrapped around him.

"Am I being too much? You can tell me. I'd hate to ruin this." I searched his face to tell me everything that he wasn't saying.

Sniper blinked and tilted his head, then he brought one hand up to cup my cheek. It was hard to resist the urge to press into the offered hand. But I held firm.

"No, you're exactly where I want you, love." Sniper didn't elaborate further and I couldn't bring myself to ask. So I shut my eyes and pressed into the hand holding my face.

Before I could open my eyes again I felt Sniper moving underneath me. I hummed then paused when a set of lips pressed against mine.

My mind tried to jump-start in surprise. But the happy content haze won. I pressed back into the lips. Kissing back lazily as my left hand moved up to cup around Sniper's neck.

This was good. This was nice. Sniper tilted his head and kissed me deeper. It was easy to let the other lead. My hands roam gently and squeeze softly at the warm flesh I had admired more than once.

Sniper was the one to break the kiss even after initiating it in the first place.

"You're too hard to rest any longer," Sniper mumbled, his face a blood red as he looked me over.

"Then give in. Keep giving in." I breathe, praying silently that this is real. Not another lonely dream I'll forget by the time the sun rises for the day.

"Ah Piss, that's downright sinful." Micky moaned leaning into me as he pressed hot opened open-mouth kisses against my neck.
Fuck. I wanted to bottle his voice and use it for all of the wrong things.

"Mick." I groaned, my hips bucking down into the larger man. Sniper just pulled me fully down onto his lap. No longer any kind of gap between our crotches.

"That's it, say my name just like that Jeremy." Mick grabbed me around the waist and picked me right up. I was skinny, yeah, but I was lean and packed full of muscles.

It was hot. Beyond hot.

"Whoa!" I huffed as Mick pushed me onto the couch laying me down so he could perch himself atop of me. Our crochets aligned as he looked down at me.

"Do you want me? I want you." Sniper's large warm hands kept my hips pinned down to the couch.

"Fuck yeah, I do." I laughed in disbelief, shocked he even had to ask. I knew the boner I was sporting was hard to miss in these shorts.

"Good," Sniper growled this deep sound that made my whole body shudder. Sniper just smirked and pressed his lips to mine again.

Sniper kissed like he was trying to eat me alive. Like this was his only chance to learn every inch of my mouth.

Fuck. Fuck this was hot, I felt like a virgin on prom night.

Mick slid his hands from my hips to the back of my knees. The slowly began pressing them up, and up until they rested up against my chest.

"Fuck, I loved it when you'd stretch in front of me. I wanted to pin you in those fucked up positions and fuck you until you only knew my name." Sniper told me between harsh bites into my neck.

It hurt, but it was hot. It was so hot. I panted as Mick rolled his hips into mine our cocks grinding between layers.

"You should have. Fuck, I would have let you. In a heartbeat." I threw my head back, as I spoke, burning pleasure shooting down my body.

"Shit. Yeah? You would have?" Mick smirked as my hands came up to paw at his chest. Sliding in the opening top where he had it unbuttoned.

"Yes, oh! Yes, I want whatever you're giving." I grunted as Sniper pulled away just enough to pull off my shorts and boxes in one swoop.

Sniper opened his mouth then closed it once he made eye contact with the tattoo. It was a bold script that said 'Lucky You' with American traditional flowers around it.

"That is surprisingly attractive, you don't like it Love?" Sniper asked as his thumb dragged against the letters. It sends a Shockwave of pleasure and need. Fuck he was so close to where I wanted him.

"I love it, but it's a bit girly, no?" I mumbled, more focused on actually undoing all of the buttons on his shirt.

"Nah, it suits you very well. Should get another like that." Sniper told me as he popped his jeans button. Standing up to rid himself of his last layers.

"Yeah? I'll let you pick if it's a good one." I grinned as Sniper shuddered at the idea.

"You're gonna be the death of me." Sniper grinned turning to dig in the coffee table. Then returned with a bottle of lube.

"It would be a good one I'd bet." I snarked with a grin as I pulled my shirt off and threw it away.

Sniper just rolled his eyes as he poured the lube on his hand. I took the chance to sit up and press wet kisses across his chest. It was riddled with scars but still handsome.

"I'm a bit high-strung, doubt I'll last, mind if I just jerk us off?" Mick asked before inhaling sharply when I playfully nibbled on his nipple.

"Go for it lover." I agreed falling back onto the couch, spreading my legs for Sniper to slot himself into place.

"You're a picture." Mick sighed before lining himself up with me. I shuddered when his hand wrapped around us both. Fuck, he was thicker than I was. Bit bigger too. Burning hot to the touch. I was no slouch in that department but fuck.

"Micky." I groaned my hands quickly reaching up to cling to the other. It felt too good, between the weed and the fact that it was finally happening made my brain almost short-circuit.

It was hot. So hot, Micky was staring down at me as he freely moaned and bucked into his hand and me. It was more than I could ever have imagined.

It was hard to hold back as my body kept twitching and bucking into Sniper for more. The way the other wordlessly just knew exactly how I needed him

"Micky, Micky! Fuck, ah! I'm." I stuttered through his name. That just seemed to egg him on his hand tightening and moving quicker.

"Mick!" I wailed as my head snapped back as I came over my stomach and his still-pumping hand.

"Jeremy." Mick moaned loudly as he came in quick succession. The other pumped us through our orgasm roughly. It sent shocks of pleasure through my legs. They shook around Sniper's waist as I breathed heavily.

For a moment the camper was silent other than our slowing breaths. It was good, I liked the idea of this. It was better than I could have imagined.

"Okay, Love?" Sniper asked as his left hand began rubbing the outside of my still shaking thigh.

"Great, that was more intense than I was expecting." I sighed still blissful and high.

Sniper chuckled and reached over for a few tissues to wipe the lube and cum off of each other.

"Good." Sniper rumbled before bending over to press a much sweeter kiss to my lips than the ones before.

It was almost second nature to wrap my arms around his neck and kiss back. Never mind the way my body felt like rubber. This is where I needed to be forever.

"Come on, let's sleep. It was already late before you wandered up here." Sniper mumbled as he assisted me back into my boxers and shorts before we intertwined ourselves up in his bed.

"Micky?" I asked as I wrapped my arms around the broad of his back. The way Sniper had automatically snuggled into my chest warmed something in my stomach all over again.

"Yeah?" Sniper huffed into the valley of my chest, not bothering to look up at me. His lips tickled my skin.

"I think I might actually be deeply embarrassingly in to you."

Sniper laughed, his body shaking us both with the way the laughter just bubbled out of him.

"Yeah, same here. Go to sleep, you can try to ask me out when it's morning." Sniper patted my hip the best he could without moving too much.

"Will you say yes?" I asked my voice pitchy and vulnerable.

"Yes, sleep."

"Night."