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The BLU Engineer was always a friendly and equally mean kind of guy. He smiled at people in hallways, and never refused a good game of poker with his coworkers. But he could lose his temper any second with anyone. Along with his performance on the battlefield, anyone could deduce that Engineer was a sweet, albeit somewhat scary, feller. He didn't really seem like the type to have issues - excluding his estranged brother and daddy issues, he was peachy.
But alway seeing the Doc and Heavy together stirs something long forgotten, deep within his core. Jealousy, maybe? Or maybe the fact that their bond was something special, and the Engineer just didn't have that special thing with.. anyone. Well- there's the Pyro and all that, Engie loves 'em, but it doesn't feel the same somehow. These feelings, theses thoughts, they kept swirling down in Engineer's gut, squeezing his intestines like it hated him.
The hard-working man never did decipher whether it was a good, or bad feeling - he just let it happen.
Engineer's gunslinger was malfunctioning, and with the amount of lube on its mechanical figures, the Engineer guessed he's going to have to fix it up later on.
Just a moment..
Engineer pants, shirt in between his teeth, overalls thrown out somewhere. His boxer shorts lay abandoned on the foot of the bed, his knees hiked up and spread. His human hand shook slightly as he pressed the vibrating gunslinger against his engorged clit, stroking it in rapid succession as whines and soft hitches of breath echoed in the dark room.
Dust particles float around - his main room is rarely used due to him constantly being in the Workshop, but when it does it's probably used for.. this.
Engineer's breath picked up, his stomach tightening as his hips stutter and buck into the gunslinger. "G-god, uhhff,"
The goggle wearing man's pace on his clit quickened as he felt globs of slick pooling under him, soaking his poor sheets. His eyes wander a little, trying to get his mind off of washing his sheets in shame after this, and they land on the small photo frame on his bedside table.
A small, candid photo of him and the RED Soldier. Right, they have been friends, buddies, for a while now. The patriot doesn't go easy on the Engineer, though. Never. And although the Engineer thinks about it in terms of in the battlefield, his dick thinks for him instead, shoving imagery of Soldier ramming his dick into him, saying something stupid while he did so.
The thought of the man made his gunslinger go faster, his hips raising to press his clit impossibly closer to the vibrating metal, cooled down by the heat radiating off himself. The vibrations, the strokes, god, the imagery of something inside him. It all made him so wet and needy.
"D-darn, Soldier, need ya.." he squeaked, his voice going a whole pitch higher.
He needed something inside him now. His meaty hand reached up to cover his mouth, his gut coiling as he felt himself reaching his peak, but as his eyes followed the movement of his hand, he eyed a stream of light pouring in where it shouldn't be right now.
Engineer's head snaps towards the window, blinds slightly ajar as a RED Soldier stood there, standing at attention with a noticably flushed face, even in the dim light.
Oh god.
How long as he been standing there?
Engineer's own face flushes, if it can already flush even more from his previous actions. His gunslinger unwillingly presses itself harder into his clit, and Engineer let out a hot gasp, squelching grotesquely.
The RED Soldier stood at attention, junior standing tall as well in his pants. But how could he not? He was in the presence of an angle , a god. A very American god. His cock throbbed in his pants as he silently watched every single small movement Engineer made as they both states at each other awkwardly.
Engineer suddenly yanked the covers over himself, head reeling. Dad' gummit, what the fuck is RED Soldier doin' in my quarters? He was still panting, recovering from his near orgasm (RIP) from thinking about the same man standing a few feet away from him right now. His gunslinger was still vibrating from it's malfunction, Engineers lips watering from the sound as he scrambled to see if he could find his boxers.
"S-Solly! What on earth are you doin' 'ere?" Engineer spat, panicked.
The RED Soldier resisted palming himself. The sight of his attraction squirming around under the covers all embarrassed was something. Soldier didn't realize he had started panting as well.
"Just.. I wanted to ask you to drink with me." Soldier murmured, his usual screaming tone of voice flowing down to his now screaming dick. He wants Engineer bad.
His eyes focused and unfocused, having trouble to zero in on what Engineer was saying. Before he knew it, he was taking step after step towards the bed, hands outstretched as he approached. Once his knees bumped into the bed frame, he lunged, trapping the enemy Engineer in the blanket.
Engineer stifled a laugh, this was no fun and silly matter - He's still naked for god's sake!!
Soldier flips Engineer on top of him, back to his chest and his own back against the headboard of the well-carved wooden bed. Engineer let out a whoop of mild shock, afraid and also aroused.
"Solly! Put me down this instant, boy, or I'm gunna lay you out!!" Engineer squirmed, spouting empty threats like a broken faucet. Before he knew it, Soldier pulled back the blanket, and Engineer was spread out on Soldiers lap like marmalade on a buttered toast.
Engineer lost it. He squeaked, and immediately began thrashing. "Solly! What the fuck-"
He stopped when he felt a trail of slick drip from him as Soldiers lips met his. He shuddered and leaned in. Surely he must be high. Whatever his coworker Soldier gave him that morning over breakfast was definitely a drug, because this Soldier with his erection pressing against him is probably just a very lucid hallucination.
He let out a soft moan, kissing with fervour as he grinds his hips into nothing, much to his displeasure. His mind was foggy, but he really needed to be sure about this..
"Sol'.. This ain't right, buddy.." Engineer parted, panting as his toes curled into the sheets. "We can't do this. Administrator gunna get our asses killed."
"We just have to be careful, right?' The Soldiers mean voice was uncharacteristically soft. "My Demo's shagging your Soldier, so I am more surer than Abraham Lincoln that we will be fine!"
Engineer almost snorted. Almost. He let out a moan instead when Soldier lifted his legs slightly with one hand and used the other to massage his oversized clit, shying over his entrance. Engineer bit onto his flesh fist, eyes narrowing as he held back grunts. He whined, an involuntary noise. Was Soldier not bothered by his.. genitals?
"Sweet land of liberty, you are beautiful." Soldier panted gruffly, burying his nose in the crook of Engineer's neck.
"Need you in me, Solly.." Engineer pleaded, mumbling as he felt himself get impossibly wetter. "Really, pretty please, hun,"
Soldier's brain short circuited, frying at the speed of light. Begging from his favourite person to fill him up. Those words spilling carelessly from Engineer's mouth went straight down to his cock.
Soldier fumbled with his pants with one hand, until his cock, angry and red, sprung free. Engineer moaned, feeling the hot tip slap against his folds. His Gunslinger hand reached over his head, gripping the head board for the ride. He let out a high pitched groan as he felt Soldiers tip breach him.
Soldier moaned, feeling the wetness soak his cock thoroughly, the fluid cooling on hot skin. And god the tightness. Engineer really was perfect.
It wasn't long until Engineer's hips were slamming down in Soldiers, his cock hitting spots he never through achievable with a human cock. Their moans echoed through the room, and Engineer was glad he got soundproofing walls, or the entire team would have killed his ass by now.
Engineer's head flops back, groaning as Soldiers tip catches on his rim before slamming back in all the way. His stomach coils in that familiar way, and he internally cursed at himself. He didn't want this to be over so soon.
Soldier's teeth bit into Engineers neck, their helmets discarded somewhere as they move in tandem, hips both desperately rutting against the others. Soldier liked a stripe over the dents of BLU Engineer's tanned down skin, kissing everywhere he could reach.
Engineer felt so close. He could feel it in his throat, in his tears, in the stinging of Soldiers innessesant biting.
"C-close!" He warns, shaking. The wooden bed framed creaked, threatening to break, as the two rocked against each other like they've done this over a million times.
Soldiers hand eagerly stroked Engineer's clit, happy to make Engineer satiated and limp. He brought his lips to Engineer's as he swallowed every gasp and whimper from the Texan. He moved almost desperately, ignoring his own need as he attended to Engineer's.
Engineer moaned loud into Soldier's kiss as he hit his released uncontrollably, his legs shaking as Soldier kept rocking his insides and stroking his clit aggressively. He whined, saying something about 'too much' but it was much too soft for anyone to hear over the wet squelching noise and the held back grunts from Soldier.
Soldier quickened his pace, feeling his own end getting near. He bit down again, deeper this time, as he grabbed Engineer's hips hard and slammed him down onto his cock.
Engineer moaned shakily as Soldier emptied in him, his legs struggling to keep themselves open as he squirts, the fluid spraying over Soldiers thighs and the sheets.
"Oh gooo-od," Engineer trembled, voice cracking.
Soldier flopped, limp, and so did Engineer on top of the larger man. Engineer groaned, his back cracking as he shifted to Soldiers side.
Soldier looked almost shy, biting and sucking on his lip as he looked expectantly at the inventor. Engineer sensed this, but his voice was too worn out. He replied with a soft pat to the Soldiers chest, and a kiss on his cheek.
The two will then fall asleep in each other's embrace and have trouble explaining to their respective teams why they weren't there for breakfast.
"With how loud they were, I figured that they'd find out soon enough that the Administrator only ordered for the Workshop to be soundproofed," BLU Medic toyed with a pen, imagining it was a rat squirming away from him, sighing.
Scout rolled his eyes, smirking. "That guy's a genius idiot, doc. Can't expect him to get everythin' right."
"Ain't that true, Mumbles?" Scout elbowed the doodling Pyro, who just murmurs a half hearted response.
"Well- remind Engineer tomorrow morning that he will wash the laundry for the week. I need some rest after that mental scarring." Medic massaged his temples.