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If he wasn’t bashing skulls or stealing a briefcase for the second time, he had to stay in his team’s base. A base that’s filled with boring, old men and Pyro. Granted, the fire starter can be fun to hang out with. Both of them caused hi-jinks that either landed them in Engineer’s workshop or outside Medic’s infirmary. But Pyro, in Scout’s opinion, was totally a weirdo. Communicating with them was a chore, and it just made sense that Engie of all people could be the only one to communicate with them. With them aside, old people will always be boring, even if they had cool swords or cool robotic hands. He decided to spend another hour skimming through another issue of some random comic he picked up last month. Saxton’s comics can sometimes get old, so he decided to nab some other series during his unpaid vacation. It had something about a baby falling from space in a small spaceship, coming from a long, lost place called New Zealand. Scout scoffed when the baby grew up to be an Australia-based superhero. It was too unrealistic! He dropped the comic beside him on the floor. He was comfortable on his bean bag, but now boredom was making his eyes droop. He stood up and went to his bed, intent on taking a nap before dinner came around. He took one of his pillows to fluff it up, turning red when he noticed the thing underneath it.

Right.

It was one of the gag gifts he’d gotten on Smissmas many months ago. It was a magazine filled with women in poses with their lack-of-clothing that his mother would probably kill him for if she knew he had it. He still didn’t know who left it for him, but he had a sneaking suspicion it was either Spy or Sniper. Their snickering when he had opened the gift made them guilty in his eyes. He picked it up with only two of his fingers and intended to put it in one of his drawers, only to stop and take a peek. It couldn’t hurt, right? The others had calendars with these kinds of pictures on them and he saw them all the time. He wouldn’t get flustered or horny over a slight glance, he told himself.

And so when Soldier suddenly busted in screaming something about eagles and spotted him with a hand in his pants, he cursed himself.

“L-learn to knock, asshole!” Scout quickly withdrew his hand, Soldier doing the same from the doorknob. Soldier’s cheery demeanor didn’t drop however, even as Scout was frantically covering himself with a pillow, somehow more excited when he caught Scout in the act.

“Ah, it looks like you’re enjoying my gift!”  Scout deadpanned. Soldier slammed the door shut, not looking away. “I gave you that knowing it would boost your morale!” he continued unprompted.

“YOU gave this? To me? Not Spy?” Scout repeatedly asked, horrified, and Soldier shook his head.

“Spy is French and can’t be trusted! I bet he doesn’t even know what American puberty is!”

“I’m an adult!”

Soldier wiped a fake tear underneath his helmet. “Still young-spirited, son.”

Scout was visibly fidgeting after that, eyeing Soldier and the door multiple times. Soldier was uncharacteristically silent after his remark, and Scout assumed the schmuck was using his brain for once. The nervousness in his veins wasn’t helping him think straight at all, and the awkwardness didn't seem to affect the patriot whatsoever. If he didn’t speak up, they might’ve stayed like that for hours. He took a deep, shaky breath. “Aren’t ya gonna leave or something?”

“Nonsense! I planned to enlist you in meal preparation, but it looks like you need some help!” 

Scout couldn’t even utter a word.

Soldier wasted no time and sat beside him, sitting on the magazine and unknowingly folding the pages. The calloused hands were quick to reach for the runner’s pants, not gentle nor ashamed.

“Woah, woah! Wait a second—!” Scout yelled out, holding one of Soldier's hands with a shaky fist. Soldier immediately stopped and waited for more input. “You can’t just do that to another man… man!”

“It’s a natural process, son! Are you ashamed of this?” Soldier pointed at the visible tent in his pants.

Scout pushed the arm away. “I’m not ashamed of my dick, jeez! It’s… it’s just that we’re coworkers, right?”

"We’re not friends?” Soldier looked genuinely disappointed, his grin slowly drooping into a frown. Scout’s flushed face went pensive. “That’s not what I mean! Would YOU help the other guys if they asked you for a hand job?”

“Of course!”

Scout almost forgot about the waning erection in his pants as he stared at Soldier in disbelief. He glanced down at his groin, then back at Soldier’s confused pout. “...If I let you help me, are ya gonna leave?”

Scout almost regretted that offer when he saw Soldier’s ecstatic grin, but he felt like he couldn't take it back. The patriot nodded with unneeded enthusiasm. “I am a man of my word!”

Scout gulped, letting go of Soldier's arm. “Okay, fine… go ahead. We’re not gonna speak of this, alright?!” 

"My lips are sealed!" Soldier quickly went back to work, freeing Scout’s cock from its confines. He inched their bodies closer, then spat into his hand. Scout’s eyes screwed shut, slightly afraid of what the other man could do—if the lunatic even knew what he was doing at all.

It was slow, gentle strokes at first, ushering soft groans from the runner. Soldier's hand carefully went up and down, the thumb sometimes playing with the head of his cock. Scout absentmindedly knew that the man's hands were definitely much larger than his, not struggling at all to wrap his fingers around his length. His fingertips felt rough, but in a really, really good way, the sensation only pleasurable for his cock. He felt Soldier shift in place, the hand still stroking him slowly. The soft, wet movement on the tip of his cock made him quickly open his eyes, his meekly muttered ‘wha’ making Soldier stop and go back to his previous spot. “Are you good, private?”

Scout hesitantly nodded. "...Did you have to lick, though?”

"I've had worse things in my mouth!" Soldier let go for a moment, moving to kneel in front of Scout. "You've never had a blowie before?"

Scout grumbled, offended but concerned at the back of his mind. "I'm not a virgin, y'know! People just don't usually—"

Soldier took the chance to lick the head again, making the smaller man whine unexpectedly. "You—!"

Ignoring the runner, Soldier sped up his hand, continuing the same motions. Unable to protest, Scout bit his bottom lip, only staring at Soldier's tongue as it circled the head, licking the slit. He quickly covered his mouth, but he couldn't stop the noises from his lips, his hips shyly bucking into Soldier’s touch. He shut his eyes again, slowly realizing that Soldier is on his knees right now. He shouldn't be turned on by this, Soldier isn't even his type.

Without warning, Soldier engulfed his entire cock, taking it all like it was nothing for the veteran. Scout would've questioned how Soldier was surprisingly good at cock sucking if his brain wasn't turning into mush from shame and arousal. The mouth felt so warm and inviting that Scout wanted to fully thrust right then and there. And yet, for once in his life, he managed to have some self-control, his hands clutching in his bedsheets. He could feel each bob of Soldier's head, covering his dick in spit as the larger man kept sucking him off. Everything still felt weird, like he's experiencing some wet lucid dream that features Soldier of all people. He could just imagine anybody else while keeping his eyes screwed shut and his mind focused on just coming already, but sick, perverted curiosity got the best of him. He wanted to open his eyes, see the patriot do his work, and maybe keep that moment at the back of his head as guilty jerk off material.

And so he did, his eyes opening wide, focusing immediately on Soldier's lips. It wasn't plump or anything special, but he somehow looked like he was somehow making out with his dick and why is that hot what the fuck. The patriot seemed so focused, not even noticing the runner intently staring at him while a conundrum formed in the smaller man's head. "...Damn it."

With the new urge to do something, anything, Scout's hands let go of the bedsheets and nervously clutched Soldier's helmet. He slowly rolled his hips, testing the waters. He let out a sigh of relief when Soldier didn't stop his movements, though he could've sworn he saw the older man smirk around dick. He let himself gently thrust into Soldier's mouth, ever so careful with each press of his hips, his mouth fully open from each breath and moan he made. It was slow, steady, and it was something that he wasn't used to. He wanted to keep thrusting, go faster and chase his release that was almost there—

His hips stuttered and he accidentally thrusted upward. Soldier let out a chocked noise, his helmet falling off, and Scout completely froze.

"Sol—?" Scout muttered, worried if he accidentally hurt the other man—even if it was just for a second—as the patriot finally made eye-contact. Scout tried to pull away, but Soldier's grip didn't let him, his mouth still around his cock. He half-expected the veteran to bite his dick off in revenge. Instead of taking that chance, Soldier chuckled around the length and pulled both of Scout's trembling hands towards the sides of his face. He lowered his mouth without breaking eye contact, taking Scout all the way to the root. Scout outright whimpered at the sight, his sweaty palms still holding onto Soldier's face, feeling stubble all over his fingertips. He managed to use his brain, processing that Soldier's willing to be used.

He started thrusting into the wet heat, making sure to not go too deep that it’ll actually choke Soldier to death. "Fuck—!" Soldier's own noises were pitifully muffled by his cock. The veteran's hands stayed on his hips, squeezing them with each deep thrust he made. He thrusted even deeper and felt his cock reach the back of Soldier's throat. Soldier choked once more, whining and shaking almost pathetically in front of him, but the veteran still didn't move, his eyes screwed shut with stubborn pride that Scout came right then and there, letting out a long, satisfied groan. He continued to shallowly thrust, the idea of thoroughly filling Soldier with his cum crossing his lust-filled mind. His limp cock twitched at the thought. Soldier tapped his thigh and he finally pulled out, a string of saliva connecting with Soldier's tongue before it snapped in half.

Soldier gulped. He made a face, probably from disgust. Scout couldn't tell. Soldier diligently wiped the excess drool from his chin and cleaned off the residue on his pants. Scout couldn’t look away Soldier's face for a few minutes as he took deep, uneven breaths. He wasn't sure what crossed his mind to decide that grabbing the man's face was a good idea. But he did, pulling him close and kissing him deeply.

His eyes widened with realization and pushed Soldier back, ignoring the fact that he tasted himself on Soldier's tongue. "Shit—sorry, I didn't mean to—"

"It's fine, son." Soldier seemed unfazed as he spoke, his voice hoarse but understandable. He laughed softly while he patted Scout's back. "You did that to every fling of yours?"

"No way! I just..." Scout tucked himself back into his pants, "I only did that with you."

Soldier stared. Somehow, the veteran looked awkward, coughing into his hand and turning around, looking at the door. “Are you feeling better, cupcake?” Soldier asked, changing the subject.

“Uh, yeah, yeah. Do you need any help too, or…?” Scout eyed Soldier up and down. Soldier quickly shook his head.

Scout stood up and made sure Soldier looked presentable with a few lingering touches. He picked up the forgotten helmet from the corner of his room. “...Uh, thanks, I guess?” He handed back the helmet with an awkward smile.

“Save your gratitude for later,” Soldier wore the helmet with practiced movements, smiling wide, highlighting the slightly flushed cheeks Scout didn't notice he had. “Let’s go get some water!”

"What took you two?" Engineer asked the duo. The pot he was stirring smelled delicious, giving Scout a little energy from the excitement for a good meal.

"There were some extracurricular activity that had to be done! There were no damages this time." Soldier proudly replied as he reached for a glass. Quick to get himself a drink, he filled the glass again and gave it to Scout. Afterwards, he reached for an apron, the words 'Kiss The Cook' was hand-sewn on it by Engineer himself.

Engineer eyed Scout's sweaty face and messy hair and made a 'tsk' sound. "Sure put ya in the ringer, didn't he? Got ya doin' anythin' I should be worrying about?"

Scout noticed and smoothened his hair down, his face slightly flushed, the drink in his hands already finished. "Nah I was just... readin'. It was very hot in my room."