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Scout felt the sun on his back as he ran through the Arizona desert for the second time that day. The steady thump of his feet against the hard sand, the cloud of dust kicked up behind him, the burning in his lung that took longer and longer to kick in these days. Running had always been an escape for the man, even when he was a kid trying to elude his rowdy brothers. From the moment he could wobble on two legs he off, wind around him and troubles left behind.
He ran when he was happy, sad, excited or nervous. He ran after break ups, deaths, good news, bad news. He ran through all of it. It was his meditation, the way he channeled his feelings, his frustrations, cleared his head and processed the world.
Today though, it wasn't cutting it.
It had been two weeks since Medic said his bloodwork was back to normal and he could continue taking Testosterone again. He had been ecstatic at the news. He felt like shit without it, and as much as he tried to keep it to himself, the other mercs had taken notice, a few asking what was wrong, especially the first few weeks when things were the hardest. His scores had been all over the place, inconsistent. He'd been taking stupid risks and caught out of position, and Spy wasn't shy about reminding him either.
But all that had changed in the past two weeks. His mood was better. His scores were better. Spy even paid him a backhanded compliment for his performance, which was about as good as you ever got from the man. The mercs let him know he seemed happier and he did. There was just one issue.
He was hornier than he had ever been in his life.
He remembered starting T. Being so sensitive and ridiculously turned on all the time. It was expected of course, the doctor explained that it's a part of boy puberty and he was going through it, although a bit later than he would have liked to. But he dealt with it and in time it either went away or he got used to it. That was years ago now and he didn't think he would ever have to deal with that again.
But here he was, going through the same thing again, maybe worse. Medic didn't warn him about it this time. He wasn't sure if it was normal or not, but couldn't bring himself to ask his coworker about something so personal.
Currently his day consisted of waking up hard as a rock, jerking off, going to work, coming home and jerking it again, going for a run, sometimes rubbing one out in the shower, eating dinner with his coworkers, cranking it one more time, and falling asleep still feeling unfulfilled. He couldn't figure out why it wasn't enough. If it was anything like before it would calm down in a couple of weeks but god damn was it driving him insane (and making him sore).
“Y’alright there?” Scout's head snapped up. He had zoned out, lost in his thoughts. He realised he was stood with his hands on his knees, panting, not far from Sniper's van. He reasoned he must have passed it without thinking on his way back to base.
“Yeah” he said, standing back up straight and stretching out his spine. “Just out for a run”
Sniper disappeared into the van for a moment, appearing a few seconds later with a flask of water which he threw over to Scout.
The steel was delightfully cold in his hands. He screwed the lid off immediately, chugging a good amount. “Thanks, I needed that”
“Looks like it” Sniper gave a small smile. “You got plans this evening?”
Scout decided not to bring up his current wanking schedule. “I'm probably free for a bit. What's up?”
“You wanna come ‘round the van for a couple of bevvies? Been a while since we've caught up”
He was right. Scout liked to catch up with Sniper every once in a while. He was good to have a few drinks with, maybe watch a movie or just talk. For some reason the marksman seemed to be immune to his endless yapping, even seemed to enjoy listening to his stories of home. Scout figured he could do with the company.
“Sounds good. I'll come over after dinner. Want me to bring you some left overs?”
“Depends. Who's cooking?”
“Frenchie”
“Then yeah, but tell him you binned them. He doesn’t need the ego boost” the dark haired man said with a scowl.
Scout couldn't help but laugh at that. “You got it. See you later, ‘an thanks for the water”
Sniper nodded and retreated back inside his van, closing the door behind him.
Scout finished his run and showered up, excited about spending the night having a few drinks with his good friend.
. . .
It was close to 8pm when the Bostonian knocked on the camper door, plate in hand. It wasn't long before the door opened.
“Evenin’. That for me?” Sniper looked surprisingly excited about the plate of food.
“Yep” Scout handed it over. “Should still be warm. I don't think anyone saw me bring it out here”
“You're a star. Beers in the fridge; help yourself”
Sniper sat down at the booth, grabbing a knife and fork from a drawer on his way past. Scout grabbed a couple beers from the fridge and sat opposite.
“Why didn't you eat with us? The guys are always asking about you”
He looked at him through tinted glasses with a surprisingly serious expression. “Spy can never know. He's a right bastard, but damn it can the bloke throw a meal together”
“He is a bastard. I tried to drink Bonk with my dinner and he hit me with a spatula then talked about wine pairings for ten minutes”
“Arsehole. You should lay off those drinks though, you bounce off the walls enough as it is”
“Everyone's a critic” Scout rolled his eyes, but it was playful. “You got plans this weekend?”
“Think I'm gonna head to that book store one town over. I've about finished the one I'm on now” Sniper said, cutting up some steak.
“Can I come? The comic book place is just around the corner”
“Don't see why not. We could get some dinner while we're out”
“Sounds good, we haven't been to Sonia's in a while. I could kill for a decent slice of pizza”
“You don't like the pizza Truckie orders?”
“You don't like cardboard that's been pissed on?” Scout asked mockingly. “No, Snipes, I don't like that nasty excuse for pizza. I'm telling you, I love the guy like a dad but he ain't got a single taste bud in that mouth”
Sniper chuckled. “I did see him drink dirty oil instead of his coffee once. He didn't even flinch. You might be onto something there”
Sniper finished his last bite of food and put the plate in the kitchen sink, sitting back down and cracking open the beer.
“So, what's been going on with you lately?” Sniper asked, taking a sip.
Scout froze for a quick second. Did he know something was off or was he just asking to be generally polite?
“Nothin’ special. Got a real nice kill on the blu Heavy today. Otherwise just work”
“You sure? Cause you've been running past my van twice a day recently”
Crap.
“I know you run when stuff ain't right. Your scores are up, congrats on that by the way, but I got a feeling somethings maybe bothering ya”
“...You're a dude, right?”
“Last I checked”
“And you had to go through puberty?”
“Ugh, yeah” Sniper looked vaguely harrowed as he remembered. “Bloody awful time”
“Exactly! So you know what it's like!” Scout was waving his arms exasperatedly. “I need to fuck someone. It's the only way. Are you listening?”
“I'm listening” Sniper replied, unperturbed by the outburst or subject matter.
“But I can't just go to a regular bar cause people don't really know about people like me and I don't know the ones who will shrug it off from the ones who will tell everyone to grab their damn pitchforks. And I can't even fuck someone cause I got this dumbass pussy”
“I hear ya”
“Plus, if the Administrator finds out I'm trying to fuck the locals I lose my job”
“Or worse” Sniper supplied while taking a sip of his beer.
“Or worse!” Scout pointed to him, acknowledging his comment exasperatedly. “It's so frustrating! Does it go away? How long does it take to go away?”
“I can't say for sure. At least a few years, I think? Were a while ago now”
Scout lightly hit his head against the table and groaned upon hearing that.
“I know it ain't easy, but stay safe at least. Don't go anywhere that'll get you in trouble”
“I kill people for a livin’, I think I can handle myself”
“We got respawn here, it's different out there and you know it”
“I didn't have respawn back in Boston and I was fine”
“Didn't Miss Pauling fish you out of a river?”
“...Why do you gotta remember everything?” Scout crossed his arms defensively with a downturn on his face.
“Just…I trust you. But Teufort is full of loons. Y'know what I mean? Plus the Administrator’s got eyes everywhere”
“I know” Scout said with a frustrated sigh.
“Hey, if it gets that bad, you could always ask Engie to build you some sort of-”
“Don't even finish that sentence, you gross cowboy lookin’ freak” Scout scowled as he threw a pillow at Sniper's face.
Sniper couldn't stop himself from smiling a little as he moved his beer, lest it be knocked over.
“You sure? He already made a hand for himself, there can't be too many steps between that and-”
“You're nasty!” The runner took off his shoe and hit him with it, but he was smiling now, playful even as he protested.
“Careful, you'll knock over your beer” Sniper tried as he held his hands up to protect himself from the shoe attack.
“If I move the beer can I keep hitting you with my shoe?”
The tone had shifted, frustration to cathartic playfulness as they laughed and drank. Some of the weight on Scouts shoulders lifted as they joked and dealt cards. He had needed this.
. . .
Unfortunately nothing lasts forever.
It was no less than five days later, Sniper entered the locker room to see Scout wrapping his hands more haphazardly than usual. He trod carefully, sidling up to his locker just two along from Scouts, and carefully chose his words.
“Morning” was the greeting he settled for. No asking how he was, no indicating good or bad, it felt like the most respectful option. Neutral.
He received a mumbled “Yeah” in response. Not promising, he felt.
The marksman opted to give the man space, and began getting ready for the match, preparing his weapons and bag. He was halfway through slotting bullets into his vest when Scout sat down on the bench next to him and slid a key toward him.
“What's this?” Sniper asked, voice low.
“My car key. I don't trust myself not to do something stupid. Can you just…hold onto it until this passes?”
Sniper nodded slightly. “No worries, mate”
“You're a real pal” Scout tried to sound cheery, but he couldn't fake it. He sounded miserable, looked it too. Dark circles were forming under his eyes, every movement looked like it was fueled by frustration.
The Bostonian stood and wandered back to his locker, gathering his weapon and ammo as the five minute warning echoed loudly off of the concrete walls.
Sniper slid the key into his pocket for safe keeping, a pang of sympathy for his coworker manifesting as a small tightening of the lips while he prepared his bag.
. . .
The next few days were…chaotic. Scouts scores were dropping, and he would flip erratically in mood, angrily insisting he was fine one moment, the next trying to break into Sniper’s locker to get his key back. One night the marksman noticed him staring into his camper from the darkness of the desert. He opened the door and asked if he wanted a drink, trying to defuse the situation, but wordlessly Scout just turned around and left. It was unnerving.
Four days later, someone knocked on the van not long after the sun had set. He finished the sentence he was on and dogeared the page, leaving the freshly purchased novel on the table.
The Australian opened the door to a well dressed but vexed looking Scout.
“I need my keys”
“What for?” Sniper played dumb.
“Does it matter? They’re my keys” Scout put his head inside the camper door and looked around.
“You told me to hang on to them”
“And now I’m asking for them back”
“Why did you ask me to hang onto them again?” Sniper pondered outloud, a little sarcastically. A mistake, he quickly realised, as Scout pushed past him into the camper and started looking around angrily, checking counters and shelves.
“It don’t matter. I need them, so hand them over” he raised his voice as he checked under a cushion, throwing it back down messily with a frustrated grunt when there was nothing under it.
“Let’s talk about this for a minute-”
“Do I sound like I wanna talk?!” Scout turned to look at him now, anger meeting disbelief. “I’ve been dealing with this shit for weeks now. I can’t do anything without thinking about getting laid. I feel like a creep! I got shot in the neck yesterday and moaned! I gotta get this out of my system or I'm gonna lose my damn mind”
Sniper tried to approach him more carefully now as the runner turned away from him and started digging through cabinets.
“Ok, I get it. That all sounds awful. But if the boss finds out you’re you’re gonna lose your job at best”
“I'm gonna lose my job anyway if I can't get over this” he muttered, looking for other places to search. His eyes landed on Sniper, his eyes narrowing as he approached the man.
Sniper stood his ground, trying not to react as Scout started patting him down, sure the keys were somewhere on him.
“I know they're around here somewhere”
“You told me to hide them” Sniper tried to say it sympathetically but his tone missed the mark, sounding almost condescending.
“I don't care what I said!” Scout gave an angry groan as he finished patting down his last pocket, finding nothing. He poked him in the chest, looking angrily into his eyes. “I'm this close to trying to fuck you, so just give-”
“If it stops you from doing something stupid, then do it” Sniper cut him off.
The comment stopped Scout in his tracks, his face frozen somewhere between shock and suspicion.
“...What?”
“If it'll stop you getting yourself bloody killed, then let's do it”
“...Don't say things you don't mean”
“Have I ever?” Sniper challenged.
“You'd really do that?” Scout asked through a furrowed brow and narrowed eyes.
“Course” he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Scout tested his words, reaching for his belt, pulling him closer. There was no flinching, no backing away, no hesitation in his movements. His full attention remained on Scout.
“Tell me what you need”
“You're sure?”
“Positive”
“Let me sit on your face”
It's not what he expected to hear, but he nodded regardless, pulling Scout toward the bed. He sat on the edge, reaching toward Scout's belt and beginning to undo it. Scout, who at this point seemed to have been shocked into some kind of stupor by Sniper's acceptance of his semi-rhetorical threat, became alert again, realising this was actually happening and doubled down in enthusiasm. He shucked his jacket, trousers and boxers off and pushed Sniper down onto the bed, climbing over him.
“One last chance to back out” he said, pupils blown wide.
“Ain't happening” Sniper asserted, grabbing Scout's hips and guiding them forward.
Scout obliged, allowing himself to be positioned where Sniper deemed fit, too aroused to feel shame about how exposed he was. Sniper leaned up and mouthed at his dick lightly, testing the waters and immediately Scout felt his stomach tense in pleasure. Sniper's hands remained on his hips, a thumb running over the bone there as he started mouthing Scout more. Deeper, consistent movements, sucking the sensitive parts and running his tongue over them in no particular order, earning wonderful noises from the man above him.
It wasn't long before Scout was moving, small grinding motions, encouraging Sniper to suck and lick specific areas more, or to move his dick in and out of his mouth faster. Scout leaned back, using a hand to balance himself as he let out a slew of noises and expletives.
It didn't take long before the moans became louder, the curses more frequent, the grinding of his hips in Sniper's hands more haphazard and Scout was telling Sniper he was gonna cum. In turn the Marksman continued what he was doing, holding his hips firmly and feeling Scout's thighs tense and shake as he came.
The runner's breathing slowed again as he climbed off Sniper, sitting on the bed next to him.
“Did that help?” Sniper asked, pulling his shirt off and wiping his face with it, proceeding to throw it onto the floor after.
“A bit, yeah. Thanks, man”
“S'no problem” he smiled, propped up on his elbows beside Scout.
Scout noticed the bulge in Snipers trousers; he didn't expect that.
“What about you?”
“What d'you mean?”
“You're hard” Scout pointed out.
“Huh? Oh, yeah. Don't worry about that”
“I mean…Did you wanna?”
“Wanna what?”
“Fuck”
Sniper looked at Scout a little skeptical.
“Are you asking because you think you owe me something?”
“I mean, it sucks you didn't really get anything out of this. But if I'm being honest, I really want that inside me right now” Scout was looking hungrily at his clothed erection. A pang of arousal shot through Sniper at the prospect.
“Alright” he agreed. And before he could do anything else Scout was on top of him again, straddling his legs as he undid his belt for him. He shucked his trousers and boxers down, letting Sniper kick them off. Then he was on him again, marveling at his cock.
He gave it a few cursory tugs, running his hand up and down the length slowly, watching how the muscles tensed in response. He licked his lips and looked at Sniper who looked a little more undone than he anticipated from a simple touch.
“Can I ride you?”
“Yeah, let me grab a johnny”
“Don't worry about it”
“What?”
“I can't get…y’know. It's all gone. So…”
He took a moment to consider it, still not quite believing this was real, but ultimately nodding lightly and replying.
“Okay”
Scout straddled Sniper again, lining himself up, teasing the head against his hole, then guiding him into himself, breath shuddering with pleasure the more length he took, letting out a gasping moan as he took him in entirely.
Sniper hadn't been sure what to expect, didn't really have time to prepare expectations. He wasn't partial to women, and hadn't met a man with this particular circumstance before. He only had his past sexual experiences, a few biology lessons and locker room banter to go off of. Sucking him off hadn't been too different, Scout had a dick, albeit a smaller, slightly differently shaped one. His experience lined up, what he would usually do worked with minimal adjustments. This part was different though. For one, the lack of need for both lube and prep had thrown him off, a nice surprise though. Straight to business. But this feeling was different too, less tight but not in a bad way. Warmer, slicker.
It felt amazing.
Sniper tried to ignore the feeling, ignore just how good it felt. He was doing this to get Scout off, to help him out.
The Bostonian stayed atop him for a little while unmoving, hands sprawled on Sniper's stomach, just breathing.
“You alright?” Sniper asked after a few moments, worried something was wrong.
“Yeah, just-ah...the stretch” Scout was trying to keep himself together through the words.
“Does it hurt?”
“No” Scout smiled as he shook his head. “Feels amazing”
It was a relief and an ego boost all at once. Glad he hadn't hurt Scout, and impressed he was providing him pleasure just by being inside him, not even putting any work in. He remained patient, enjoying the feeling of Scout around him until he was ready to move. Eventually he felt him start to make small movements, little grinding motions back and forth, making way to larger ones. He let Scout do what felt good, and before long he was riding him at a steady pace. Sniper ran his hands up Scout's legs, toned from work and decades of running.
“So good” Scout supplied as he continued to fuck himself on Sniper, breaths fast but even.
Sniper ran a hand up his leg to Scout's dick again, running a thumb along the underside of its small length, earning a startled moan.
“God, Snipes, don't stop” he called, riding harder now.
It was a cacophony of sensations, the noises from Scout and the feeling of him bouncing on him, riding him like his life depended on it. He worked his length with abandon, earning breathy moans from the man as he started to warn Sniper he was close as best he could.
“Me too. Lemme pull-”
“No” Scout asserted, leaning over Sniper, a hand on his chest pinning him to the bed. “Please…please cum inside me”
Sniper lost all hope he had of remaining collected with that phrase. He hooked a hand around Scout's back and kept stroking him, pounding up into him recklessly, allowing himself to growl in Scout's ear and listening to the man in his grasp call his name lustfully between moans.
He felt Scout cum first, tensing around him in pulsating waves, dick twitching against his thumb. It pushed Sniper over the edge, cumming hard inside Scout like he so desperately wanted to. He pumped his load into him, holding himself deep inside the other as he thrust up into him a few more times.
They lay there together, still attached, breaths slowing, Scout laying against Sniper's chest.
“I feel better now” Scout sounded dazed, voice a little hoarse.
“Good” Sniper supplied, trying to gather his thoughts and waiting for his blood supply to redistribute evenly enough to make a coherent thought.
. . .
“Hmm…zis is strange”
Scout looked up. He was sat on the side of the cold metal bed in the medbay, subconsciously running his fingers along the fabric of his pant leg while the doctor looked at some paperwork.
“Have you been taking the right dosage?”
“I ain't stupid doc, I did exactly what you told me to”
“Clearly not” the German pointed to some numbers on his clipboard. “According to this you've been taking double the dosage you were told to”
“What? No! I've been doing exactly what you said, applying the gel morning and night-”
“Morning or night” Medic clarified as he interrupted. “One or the other, not both”
Scout sat in stunned silence as the realisation dawned on him. Medic let out a small chuckle, snapping him out of his stupor.
“No wonder you have been acting strange. With this dose, it is a miracle you weren't trying to mount anything that moved”
Scout stood and turned to leave, desperately trying to ignore the swell of emotions bubbling up inside him, almost all of them negative.
“We haven't finished your consultation” Medic called after him.
“I'm going for a run” Scout muttered as he walked out of the medbay and down the long concrete hall to the nearest exit.
The hot sun hit his face as he took off running into the Arizona desert for the second time that day, the thump of his feet against the dry sand all he could hear as he left the base behind.