Slight warning on this one - it's just rimming, but that squicks some people out so you can't say I didn't tell you! There might be a few small errors here and there; I really need to find myself a beta....But you're not here for my rambling. ON TO THE PORN. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Rain fell heavily, droplets cascading down the windshield of Engineer’s old pick-up. Flashes of lightning brightened the dim skies, and thunder cracked at regular intervals, rolling to a deep and distant rumble. He’d given up on making it back to the base – the bridge ahead was washed out, and visibility near zero as the sheets of water danced in the wind, skittering across the gleaming asphalt. There was nothing to do but wait out the storm, and he found that he just didn’t mind. Lighting up another Lucky Strike, he leaned back against the comfortable, worn-out seat and glanced at his companion out of the corner of his eye. He still wasn’t quite sure why Soldier had decided to tag along with him. The man had called it an “escortâ€, but he knew Soldier well and had dismissed it as one of his usual excuses. Maybe it had been an opportunity to get away from the base for a while, something the gruff military rarely allowed himself. Maybe it had just seemed like a good idea at the time. Either way, Engineer had appreciated the help as he loaded his supplies into the truck bed, and couldn’t deny the company was welcome. His rare trips to town were generally lonely, just him and the radio and a long, dreary ride down a dusty road. With Soldier around, it was at least interesting. His decision to wait wasn’t sitting well with said soldier, however. “You’re gonna let some namby-pamby STORM beat you, Engie? This isn’t even half as bad as some of the downpours I saw in Poland! This truck is an admirable vehicle and could easily handle these conditions,†Soldier grumbled, folding his arms over his thick chest. His usual jacket was nowhere to be seen, and instead he sported a simple tight white tee; the helmet he wore daily, however, was still firmly atop his close-shaven head. A rumpled pack of cigarettes was rolled up in his left sleeve cuff, and his dog tags rattled softly as he turned to face the engineer. With a slight furrow of his brows, Engineer shook his head. “I know it’s a good truck n’ all, Solly, but the bridge is under at least four foot of water an’ I don’t feel like winchin’ the damn thing out,†he replied, turning his attention back to the flooded road ahead. He took a short drag and exhaled, tapping the trail of ash into the tray between them. “Excuses! Four feet of water is a negligible amount - it’s barely waist high and would be easily navigable,†the soldier insisted, holding out a hand to indicate just what he figured four feet was. His estimate was, of course, wildly inaccurate, falling somewhere around the middle of his chest. Engineer couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s higher’n four feet, Sal. Regardless, I ain’t riskin’ it. We strapped down them supplies pretty good, but I don’t want ‘em washin’ away downriver. Jus’ be a damn waste of time, y’know? We can just hold off ‘till the water drops about halfway,†he said, hoping to coax Soldier into letting it drop. “Save us the trouble of havin’ to start all over.†Soldier wasn’t hearing it. “Negatory, private cowboy! Chow is at eighteen hundred SHARP and I will not be late!†Slapping the dash for emphasis, he narrowed his eyes under his helmet to stare the Texan down, scowling fiercely. But again, Engineer simply laughed. “Hell, Solly, if it’s grub yer worried about, why didn’ ya jus’ say so?†he chuckled, reaching into the tiny back seat to pull out a worn, well-loved cooler. Placing it between them, he pried the lid free to reveal several sandwiches and bottles of chilled Blu Streak. “Seein’ that storm roll in, I figured we might be a little late for dinner, so I thought it wouldn’t hurt ta bring along some viddles…an’ I’m never without a few beers, heh.†Shifting in his seat, Soldier stared at the cooler curiously for a moment. Like some overgrown bird, he tilted his head first one way, and then the other. “Sandwiches and beer…,†he murmured quietly to himself, as if he were debating whether or not the fare was acceptable. But, true to form, he eventually reached in to snatch a sandwich and a beer for himself, clapping the engineer heartily on the back as he did so. “Excellent planning, Engie! I’d expect nothing less from you – always thinking ahead! I’ll have to make you another medal!†“Oh, you don’ have ta go an’ do that…,†Engineer mumbled, unwrapping his own sandwich and balancing a beer on his knee. “All the others are enough…†He grinned awkwardly, recalling the pile of make-shift “medals†sitting on his work desk; he never wore them, but they had their place of honour among his blueprints and spare parts. Unsure of what to do with his cigarette, he placed it in the ashtray for the time being. “No, no, I insist. Your tactical brilliance deserves a reward!†Soldier pressed. Lightning arcing over the water illuminated the stars pinned to his helmet, and the straps swayed as he shook his head. “You’re a humble man, Engie, and I can commend you for that, but sometimes you have to accept your accolades proudly.†The engineer rubbed the back of his neck, turning his gaze back to the deluge outside. “I…well…thank ya, Solly, even if I ain’t sure somethin’ so little really counts as ‘tactical brilliance’,†he said with a nod, even as a hint of colour flooded his cheeks. He hated being so bashful – it was never out of actual shyness, but he was indeed a modest man, and praise made him uncomfortable. It was especially hard for him to acknowledge such admiration when something as simple as bringing some sandwiches along came naturally to him. There was no forethought involved, no careful planning, just the notion that it would be nice to have food and a beer while they were out. Absorbed in finishing his sandwich, Soldier refrained from pushing the issue any further. Instead, he shoved the last quarter of it into his mouth and washed it down with a generous swig of cool beer. His own attention turned to the rain, and he was quiet for a while. Engineer took the opportunity to switch the radio on, settling on his usual channel and sighing contently as he nursed his own drink. “Even with all the thunder, it’s sorta…peaceful out here, don’cha think?†he murmured, putting an arm behind his head. “It is,†Soldier replied, beaming in the Texan’s direction. “Watching the rain is a fine activity when one is confined inside a vehicle.†The sheer absurdity of his statement, along with the grin spread over his face, was enough to pull a chuckle from Engineer.“Ya ain’t gotta be so formal, Solly…s’jus’ two teammates relaxin’ together, right? Two buddies,†he said with a friendly smile. The soldier attempted to return the smile, but it still seemed a little manic around the edges. “Right,†the rocketeer responded, swirling the last of his beer around in the bottom of the bottle before finishing it off. “Two friends. Enjoying the rain. It’s a suitable form of entertainment for the time being.†Engineer just shook his head. “You got a funny way of puttin’ stuff sometimes, Sal,†he laughed, patting the man’s shoulder. Even through his t-shirt, Soldier was warm, and the obvious bulk of muscle was solid under the engineer’s hand. He lingered for a moment, almost unable to pull away. “But I reckon I can’t say much about that, huh? Yer about the only one that’ll put up with all my technobabble an’ nonsense….†If Soldier noticed the other man’s hand had been resting on his shoulder far longer than what would be considered friendly, he didn’t try to pull away. “And you’re the only one who tolerates me being around outside of the battlefield. I would consider that an equal exchange, vital to our status as friends,†he said plainly, reaching for another beer. “Not to mention it would be downright UN-PATRIOTIC to neglect a fellow American!†Another laugh tumbled from the engineer, his ample belly shaking slightly. “But ya ignore Scoot all the damn time! I don’t recall a single time ya even listened ta what the boy had to say,†Engineer chided, jokingly shaking his finger at the other man. “That’s because I can’t understand a word he says!†the soldier responded with a hearty laugh of his own. “And besides, I should clarify. A fellow American MAN, not a boy! He doesn’t even shave, he can’t be a part of the man club yet.†“Aw, now, Solly…that’s jus’ plain mean,†Engineer cackled, having finally finished his own sandwich. He picked his abandoned cigarette up again and took a short drag. As if queued by his smoking, the soldier reached to pull one free from his own pack, and held it out with a crooked grin. “Not mean, just true. But even if it was, I don’t really think you’d mind, eh, Engie? You’ve got quite the wicked streak in you, don’t think I haven’t noticed!†Leaning over to press his cigarette against the other man’s, Engineer chuckled again. “Now, where’d ya ever get such an idea? I’m jus’ a innocent lil’ ol’ thing…wouldn’ hurt a damn fly,†he drawled, batting his eyelashes dramatically. Soldier rolled his eyes under his helmet, taking a drag as the cig took light and smirking around it. “Oh, of course, how-EVER could I mistake you for a hardened mercenary, Engie…you’re just as harmless as the day you were born, nyeh heh heh!†The two of them dissolved into laughter together, slapping knees and wiping away tears of mirth while the windows fogged. “Oh…I think I was needin’ that,†the engineer wheezed as he caught his breath, sagging back comfortably in his seat. Turning to look at his companion, he noticed the flush just over Soldier’s cheeks and realized he had never seen him so relaxed. “I think you were too, Sal. Bet yer feelin’ mighty fine right about now, yeah?†The military man just nodded, resting an elbow on the doorframe and sucking down another lungful of smoke. “That is acceptable way to describe my current state of being, Engie. There’s only one thing that would make it better.†Raising an eyebrow, Engineer turned to face him fully. ‘An’ jus’ what would that be? I mean, if’n it’s a stripper an’ a lapdance yer wantin’, well…I ain’t real sure I could get my clothes off in here, an’ it’d be awful cramped,†he said with a smirk. He hadn’t quite expected the soldier’s reaction, however. The man went completely stiff, back rigid as a pole, and his face slowly turned redder than a summer tomato left on the vine too long. He said nothing, though his jaw worked uselessly for several moments until he managed to recover his voice. “E-Engie, that’s ridiculous,†he choked out, clearing his throat loudly. “I’ll have you know that the answer was an ALL-AMERICAN slice of apple pie, not anything lewd like…like lapdances or stripping.†Finishing his cig in one last, long pull, he stubbed it out into the tray and folded his arms over his chest. The redness in his face hadn’t faded in the slightest, and the engineer cracked open another beer with a smug sneer. “Apple pie wouldn’t make ya blush like that, I don’t figure,†Engineer hummed, pursing his lips to let out a smooth stream of wispy smoke, watching it curl around the other man’s hunched form. “I’m not blushing BECAUSE I AM NOT A SISSY FAGGOT!†the soldier spat, clenching his hands into fists. His face only grew redder as he glanced at Engineer – it wasn’t the Texan’s face, but the teasing grin that made him bite down on his lower lip in frustration. Every word he said in protest only dug the trench deeper, and the engineer reached to pat his shoulder again, still with that self-satisfied smile. “Oh c’mon now, Solly…it was just a joke. Ain’t no reason to get all worked up, ‘cause I’m pretty sure even if ya did want somethin’ like that, it wouldn’t be from me, right?†“…wrong.†Uncoiling himself like a striking rattlesnake, the soldier reached out to grab him by the collar, yanking him over with enough force to nearly knock his hardhat clean off. He crushed his lips against the shorter man’s, and a startled gasp was lost between them as he kissed him, long and hard. One hand came up to cup Engineer’s cheek softly, his calloused thumb brushing over the broad, stubbled jaw with surprising tenderness. Seconds stretched into what felt like hours, and he waited for the engineer to kiss him back, guilty shame pooling in his gut – until just as he moved to pull away, it came. Hesitantly at first, Engineer returned the kiss, tasting the smoke and beer on his warm breath. It was very unlike kissing a woman, all soft lips and breathy sighs…this was different, but in all the right ways. The soldier’s lips were chapped and rough and everywhere all at once, pressing against the corners of his mouth, his jaw, his chin. He brought his hands up to clutch at that worn old white tee, stretching it taut as he pulled Soldier closer. “Sal…ya best be tellin’ me where ya want this ta go, because my mind’s racin’ an’ it needs a track ta run on,†he murmured, reaching to pull his goggles down as he looked up into the other man’s eyes. He realized he’d never actually seen them before. “As far as you want it to go, Engie,†came the reply as the soldier tipped his helmet back, baring his normally half-hidden face. Soft pants filled the air, mingling with the voice of the crooning country singer on the radio, and the rain pounding steadily against the roof. “I’ve been waiting for this opportunity…I’m not going to miss it now…†Engineer just furrowed his brows, resting back against the cool window and feeling the condensation even through his clothes. “Waitin’…ya mean ya been wantin’ to do this for a while…? God, Solly…how long?†he asked, running a hand slowly over the man’s broad chest and reveling in the hardness there. Soldier lowered his head to nuzzle against the engineer’s cheek, murmuring against it. “Too long, private cowboy…I should have pressed the attack sooner, but you put up a strong defense! Always talking about the kind of women you like, or passing those damned magazines on to Scout…I thought…†Laughing quietly, the engineer shook his head. “Y’know it’s possible ta like both, Sal…but far as them magazines go, I jus’ put the subscription in my name since he was too darn embarrassed. Don’t look at ‘em, myself…been findin’ plenty better ta look at around the base…†To emphasize his point, he lifted his other hand to stroke along the other man’s corded arms, letting his eyes fall half-closed and his lips curl into a cat-like leer. “You look at me?†the soldier frowned, pulling away to look down at him incredulously. “I’ve…been looking at you, too. When I think I can. Wouldn’t want to be spotted in the field, after all – nope, it’s all covert operations! But I’m not very sneaky…†Engineer nodded along in agreement. “Yer absolute shit at it, ta be honest. I prolly caught ya at least nine times outta ten. An’ every time in the showers, fer sure,†he said, pressing a finger to the man’s lips. “But this is way too much talkin’ an’ not enough lovin’ for me. Since ya decided ta be the first one outta the gate…why don’cha tell me what’cha want from me…general?†Resting back properly in his seat, Soldier looked suddenly serious. He palmed his helmet easily, pulling it from his head to rest on the dash, and reached down to unbutton the fly of his pants. Already his arousal strained at the thick fabric. “I made my plan of attack a long time ago, Engie. My orders are simple.†Pulling his uncut length free, he stroked himself slowly as he “briefed†the engineer on his “missionâ€. “I want you to get me good and ready….and then fuck me.†Engineer felt his mouth go dry. Colour flooded his cheeks in full as he watched the soldier, and he swallowed thickly. “Dammit, Sal…ya had ta go an’ say it like that,†he mumbled, brows knitting even as he managed a nervous grin. Intimacy had never been his strong point. He was fine in the beginning, all innuendo and smooth talk, but when it came down to it, he was clumsy. Awkward. And more than a little self-conscious. He was painfully aware of his stubby fingers, his rounded gut, and his general lack of skill. He couldn’t just stop, though - Soldier was right there, ready and willing, and apparently aroused by him. He couldn’t let his opportunity pass, either. “I ain’t…real good at this, a’ight? But I’mma try…you jus’ tell me what feels good, an’ what don’t, an’ we’ll go from there, yeah?†Eyes half-closed, the soldier nodded, watching him as he scooted forward. The cab of the truck was restricting, feeling tighter by the moment; Engineer didn’t let it stop him. Placing his hands on the other man’s hips, he bent low enough to ghost breathy kisses over the hidden tip of Soldier’s cock, taking in his taste and scent with a ragged sigh. Sweat bloomed salty and strong over his tongue, and a nearly overwhelming musk filled his nostrils. It was intoxicating, and he lost himself in the sensation, worry slowly fading away as he felt the other man harden against his lips. Experimentally, he drew just the first inch or so into his mouth, and the soldier shuddered at the soft, wet warmth that enveloped him. “E-Engie…†Even that stammered, halting groan was enough to encourage him, and the engineer continued, slowly becoming used to the heavy weight of dick sliding over his tongue and into his mouth. Each lick and suckle thrilled him, unexpectedly, and he felt himself stiffen with need. Trailing one hand down to cup his own erection through his overalls, he continued his task with gusto, slurping obscenely. Soldier couldn’t hold his moans back anymore, watching that, and voiced his pleasure at every lewd little sound. Hearing him, Engineer looked up to meet his gaze as he took in a little more. He wanted to see his reaction, see how everything he did affected the other man. “This is what you call getting me ready?†the soldier groaned, grasping at Engineer’s overall straps shakily. “I don’t see how this is…effective…†Pulling away with a soft pop, the engineer let the thick cock slide free from his mouth, reaching instead to stroke it firmly. “S’more effective than ya think, Sal…makes ya relax. An’ besides, maybe I jus’ wanted ta try it. Ain’t like I make it a habit of doin’ this for every fella that comes along, y’know?†he drawled, kissing the tip with a grin. Soldier found he didn’t have much of a rebuttal for that. He felt too good, too hot, and his clothes were just too tight…he wanted to feel the breeze on his skin, and Engineer’s body pressed against his own. “Just…carry on, private,†he grated out, bucking into the engineer’s warm hand. With a mock salute, the engineer continued, pushing the man’s pants and plain white briefs down over his hips insistently. Even without words, he managed to convey what he wanted the soldier to do, and soon the obstructing fabric was pooled around his ankles, leaving him bare to the Texan’s ministrations. Leaning back as far against the window as he could, Soldier hooked his knees over Engineer’s shoulders – and nearly put his head through the glass as a warm tongue found its way down the cleft of his ass, trailing a wet swath over his puckered hole. Even the rain couldn’t drown out the strangled, aching cries that spilled from Soldier then. The engineer was thorough, licking and pressing his tongue just ever-so-slightly inside, furthering his addiction to the military man’s taste. That, coupled with his own arousal and the fact that he was doing something so damn naughty in his own truck on the side of the road, nearly made the engineer lose it then and there. He had to get out of his damn overalls, and fast. Pulling away to the sound of an outright whine from the soldier, he promised to get right back to it as he unhooked the straps and threw them over his shoulder. His work shirt went over his head, tossed in the back seat along with his hardhat, leaving just his undershirt and the goggles hanging around his neck. Impatiently, Soldier wriggled his hips, glaring at the other man. “Get on with it, Engie…just fuck me already, I can handle it,†he hissed, breathing heavily. Engineer let out a low whistle, taking in the sight of him sprawled and panting. Waiting for him. Wanting him. Nudging forward on his knees, he reached into the back seat to rummage around among the tools and boxes scattered there, finally coming up with a small silver tube. Another thing he’d picked up for Scout at the boy’s request, only to have it thrown back at him when he tried to hand it over in the mess hall. Probably not the best place to be giving a young man anything of the sort, but at least it would come in handy now. He twisted off the cap, and squeezed a liberal amount over his fingers, reaching down to continue the work his tongue had started. He barely managed to work one digit inside before Soldier was pressing down against it, gritting his teeth in both pleasure and pain. The engineer panted softly as he watched the man move, and worked another finger in carefully, feeling him relax around them. “Dammit, Solly…yer so dang sexy like this,†he rasped, sliding a hand under the soldier’s thin white shirt to trace the solid lines of muscle underneath. Unlike the flashy GI’s he had met in his college years, all chiseled abdomens and perfect pectorals, Soldier was soft around the edges but hard as a rock under the layer of rough, tanned skin. What he lacked in definition, he made up for in sheer strength and power, something that excited Engineer to no end. Sinful as it was, his fantasies had slowly been changing to revolve around the other man, and it was with no small amount of fascination that he committed every uncovered inch of the soldier’s form to memory. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, boy…fuck you so hard you ain’t gonna be sittin’ right for weeks.†Soldier just grinned toothily, his hands wandering over the engineer’s neck and down his back, massaging firmly at the fleshy muscle there. “That better be a promise, private cowboy…and you better make good on it quick. I’m ready,†he grunted, spreading his legs a little wider invitingly. Engineer couldn’t refuse; he’d held out long enough. Slicking himself with a thin layer of the lube, he grasped himself, giving it one last stroke before positioning himself and wrapping an arm around the soldier’s shoulders. “Jus’ hold on tight, now, y’hear? Tight as ya need to…I don’t bruise easy.†He’d come to regret that reassurance later, as Soldier gripped at his arms tight enough to leave livid purple bruises under his fingertips. But at the moment, everything but the hot, tight feeling of the man all around him was far from his mind. He forgot all about BLU. He forgot, for a moment, his own name. His focus centered squarely on the soldier beneath him, as he slowly slid inside, feeling resistance give way and wrap snugly around his cock. It was simultaneous the best and worst thing that ever happened to him – the best in that he finally, after so long, was getting just what they both wanted. The worst because he knew that from that day forward, nothing else could ever satisfy him the same way. He rocked back on his knees, and forward again, pulling needy whimpers from the stoic military man. “F-fuck, Engie,†he croaked, his head sagging back to knock against the window again. Engineer just buried his face against the soldier’s neck. Each thrust pushed Soldier against the door, and he rolled his hips to meet them eagerly. Against the engineer’s advice, he ground down onto the thick cock pounding into him more with every movement, and the entire truck swayed on its axles to the rhythm of their coupling. He couldn’t say it didn’t hurt, but he cared more about taking everything the Texan had to give him, every inch filling and stretching him to his limit. Reaching behind himself, he planted a hand against the window, smearing prints across the damp glass. “Augh…keep it up…keep it up!†“Ain’t got no intention of stoppin’,†Engineer snarled, rocking into him harder. He could already feel the tightness in his gut, clenching warmly and spreading through his lower body, but he refused to climax before the other man. Reaching down between them, he took the soldier’s neglected cock in hand, jerking it in tandem with his thrusts. Everything around him bore down like a vise, and he could tell Soldier was close – to his relief. Even as stubborn as he was, he knew he couldn’t maintain such a brutal pace for long, at least not the first time. “Least not ‘till I see you come for me, Sal…I wanna see yer face when ya do…†That was all it took to Soldier over the edge. Shaking, his whole body taut and his back bowed completely off the seat, he practically roared, face contorted in a mask of sheer ecstasy. Engineer wasn’t far behind, spilling his load into the man as he watched the soldier’s cock spasm in his hand, shooting copious and thick strands of white over his own belly and chest. His knees gave way, and he collapsed, nestling contently on top of Soldier with a long, heavy sigh. “Goddamn…,†he muttered, lazily reaching behind his spent partner to roll the window down, letting some much-needed cool air into the truck’s cab. “Sal, that was…†“…amazing,†the soldier finished for him, lifting a hand to run his fingers through what was left of the Engineer’s short, sandy hair. “Short, but that can be improved with practice and dedication! I’ll make a fighting man out of you yet, Engie. Up that stamina of yours…†The engineer couldn’t help but chuckle at that; even after sex, he was still relating to everything with his tried-and-true military terms. “Well, that’s a trainin’ exercise for another day. It’s still rainin’, so we might as well lay here a while an’ cool off.†Looking at the other man, he grinned crookedly, pulling two more beers from the cooler and passing him one. “But tell me I’m right in thinkin’ this means there’s more of this in the future. If I’m gonna improve that much, we’re gonna have to do a LOT of trainin’…†Soldier just grinned. “That is a resounding AFFIRMATIVE.†Later, when they crossed the bridge on their way back to base, Engineer realized that the water level had never breached the bank at all. The message over the radio had been wrong. But he didn’t tell the soldier; instead, he took a moment to praise whoever was looking out for him for sending the damn storm in the first place. From that day on, he was always happiest when it rained on Sunday.
And then later Scout asks for that lube and it's even more awkward than he anticipated when he finds it's been used. Cue happily ever after. This was sweet, it made my morning bright, what else is there to say?
This is just beautiful. Sweet, without losing any of the masculinity that makes Helmet Party so appealing in the first place. I'm thrilled to see so much good stuff on the 'chan today!
Loved it, especially that ending line! Only complaint is that the blocking of dialogue between Soldier and Engineer into one paragraph over and over makes it kind of clunky to read.
Let me beta for you. I don't think I even need to explain how wonderful this is. Thank you.
Gosh, so many nice comments... >>4 Yeah, that was the part I was kinda...worried about. But at least it didn't ruin it too bad I hope. >>5 Oh, if you want to, I won't turn it down at all. Next time I write something, I'll give you a poke.
Really loved the characterization in this. Read it while listening to rainymood early yesterday morning and I've gotta say, this was definitely one of my favorite scenarios between these two.
Mmmm, helmets. I can't really say anything that hasn't been said already, but well-written smut with these two manly mens is always good in my books.
This was just lovely to read. I'm being serious, too. Your writing was well done, be it hard to understand who was talking sometimes, your scenario and atmosphere were endearing, and your description was excellent. Any more ideas for one-shots?
>>9 Well, I've got some good betas now, so I should be good to go on that end. But this isn't a one-shot, heh~ I've got the second part in the works, should be done within the next couple of days or so!
10 I will be waiting very patiently.
>>10 This pleases me greatly. Can't wait for it~!
By the way, I found this. http://images.4chan.org/y/src/1332558280948.jpg
>>13 I don't mean to be like this, but talking about/referencing that site is considered very very bad here. I can't tell you why, I just know people have gotten in immense trouble for doing it in the past. If you can do your best to not do it in the future, this would be most wanted.
>>13 Mason has been aware of this image for some time now considering it's his avatar on Tumblr.
Sorry for the wait everyone! It's still Wednesday somewhere...right? The only warning I have here for you today is violence, but it's Helmets. We expected this. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Another Sunday dawned over Teufort, bringing a promise of more rain as thick, dark clouds rolled over the burgeoning sun. Even the breeze smelled of ozone and moisture, caressing the short tufts of grass dotting the red earth and whispering through the open windows of Engineer’s workshop. Inside, the sounds of whirring circuits and intricate machinery greeted the amiable Texan as he stepped through the door, and he sighed contently. Walking into his workshop always felt like coming home. Turning a wrench over in his hands, he let his thoughts wander as he went to work. Sentry joints needed to be lubricated, dispensers needed to be restocked…it was all muscle memory by now that led his skilled fingers through their tasks, leaving his mind free to ponder other problems. Less practical problems. Even eleven hard science degrees were useless when it came to matters of the heart, and he couldn’t exactly reference a manual for them, either. There was no guide for how to handle a soldier that smirked knowingly every time his eyes met the engineer’s own, or insisted on bunking with him simply to feel his body heat. No book could teach him what to do when their hands brushed at the mess table. Even his own brain failed him when, after their last battle had ended in victory, Soldier had pushed him against the wall in Respawn and kissed him so soundly he had forgotten to breathe. Just as he finished tightening the last leg back onto a sentry, a loud knock startled him out of his reverie. Few people besides the Administrator and himself knew the code for entry, and yet he wondered who could find something important enough to be at his door so early in the morning. Wiping his hands on a spare oilrag, he shuffled over to open it, finding himself far from surprised at the man standing there. “Good morning, Engie! Glad to see you up and at ‘em so bright and early!†Soldier boomed with a grin, giving the engineer a haphazard salute. “I’m reporting in for escort duty.†“E-Escort…?†was all Engineer could manage to stutter, blinking behind his thick goggles. They had no missions that day, no obligations beyond maintaining their gear and relaxing in preparation for the next day’s battle. And nowhere to go, with his supplies already full – the reasoning hit him as soon as he completed that thought. “Oh, no, Sal…I’m good on supplies ‘till next week, thank ya kindly.†Soldier looked almost crestfallen at that, scuffing his boots at the ground. “Ah, crap,†he muttered, shaking his head. “Forgot we loaded up so well last time…†The engineer could practically hear the disappointment in the other man’s tone; had he really wanted to go with him into town again so badly? Was it even about supplies at all, or about something else entirely? Heat flooded Engineer’s cheeks as he recalled the feeling of their bodies, intertwined, moving together to the rhythm of the pouring rain. Remembering the way his windows had fogged, and Soldier’s helmet had knocked loudly against the glass with each thrust he received, urging him go faster. Harder. Barking out order after order, sending tingles down the Texan’s spine. “Uh, yeah…since you were there with me, I managed ta bring back a lot more than usual, heh,†came the quiet reply as the engineer rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. True to form, however, the soldier would not be dissuaded so easily. He perked up, heels clicking together as he crossed his arms behind his back. “Seems like my presence causes greater efficiency in your work, then, private cowboy!†he snapped, a broad leer spreading over his face. “I will assist you in your chores today as well.†“My…what? No, no…I can handle everythin’ mahself, promise,†Engineer protested, propping himself in the doorway to deter Soldier’s peeking. Which proved to be an exercise in futility itself – the military man had at least five inches on him, give or take, and he easily peered over the engineer’s head to look into his workshop. “Negatory. Regardless of your abilities, Engie, I will be lending a hand and supervising you today,†Soldier replied insistently. “It just won’t do, leaving you in here by yourself. Anything could go wrong! An explosion, a faulty screwdriver, dehydration…an itch you can’t scratch….†The engineer couldn’t help himself, tipping his head back in laughter. It was more than obvious what the man’s intentions were, now, and even if it meant allowing him into the workshop, his sacred space, he figured there was little harm in it. “Ah, hell, Solly…I been at this for a while, y’know, but…if ya insist…,†he chuckled, swinging the door wide and stepping aside to accommodate Soldier as he passed the threshold. Watching the taller man roam about in the place where his creations came to be was oddly tolerable – the soldier was like a child in a toy store, picking up tools and unfinished devices to inspect only to put them down again hurriedly. Engineer cringed as one particularly delicate bit of machinery nearly met its end in Soldier’s clumsy hands, yet as soon as he thought it would break, the apparatus was placed neatly back on his work bench in favour of another, more solid piece of equipment. “This wrench…it’s the one you carry with you out on the battlefield, isn’t it?†the soldier mused, weighing it in his palm and tracing over the numerous nicks and scars that marred its smooth metal surface. Engineer nodded, closing the door behind him to cross the room. “Ah, yeah…s’always been mah favourite. Real sturdy, an’ works great for smackin’ spahs around, too, heh.†With a nod of his own, Soldier turned to face the Texan with a smirk, holding the wrench out to tap him gently with it. Gently being a relative term. “Sturdy…just like you, Engie. I’ve watched you out there, swinging this wrench, building your machines…,†he murmured quietly, his grin slowly widening. “It can take a beating, and so can you. Hard to take a man like yourself down.†The Texan’s brows furrowed under his hardhat. “Well, uh…I guess I can? Was jus’ raised tough, mostly. I don’t go quietly inta the night, like some fellas,†Engineer replied lowly, fiddling with the top button of his workshirt. A quiet crack sounded somewhere far above the workshop’s roof, announcing the first droplets of rain as they softly pelted over it. The wind picked up, whistling through the gaps in the base’s buildings, and lightning flashed briefly, shedding bright light into the workshop and over Soldier’s face. “You ever wonder just how much of a beating you could take, Tex?†Something about the soldier’s tone sent a shudder racking through Engineer’s entire body; his cheeks burned, and his knees threatened to give way, sending him crashing unceremoniously to the floor. “N-No, I…hell, Solly, why would I go thinkin’ about somethin’ like that?†he stammered, watching as the taller man took a step towards him. “The training regimen I have in mind for you requires discipline. DISCIPLINE, Engie! And pain is a vital part of discipline, would you not agree?†Soldier explained, laying the wrench aside. “If you cannot endure that pain, then any attempts I make to ensure you are a suitable partner for myself are sure to fail! Am I making myself clear, private cowboy?†Blinking, the engineer took a step backwards, while Soldier continued to advance. “Actually, yer not makin’ all that much sense at all, there, Sal…h-heh…,†he chuckled nervously, holding his hands up. Suitable partner? “Why don’t ya jus’ get ta what ya said ya were gonna do an’ help me get this gear fixed up….†“Negatory!†Even knowing the soldier as well as he did couldn’t have prepared Engineer for the blow. Stars danced waltzes across his vision as Soldier’s open palm collided heavily with his cheek, sending him spinning on his feet with his body turned one way, and his head the other. Grasping for something to catch his fall proved useless, and he hit the ground, back slamming into the floorboards hard enough to send the breath whooshing from his lungs. “W-what in SAM HILL, Sal?!†the engineer spat as soon the room stopped spinning and he had managed to catch his breath. “That was ENTIRELY uncall-“ Soldier held up a hand, cutting him off before he could finished. “It WAS called for, Engie. The finest way to explain my point was to DEMONSTRATE,†he said, his face eerily calm as he pulled his Disciplinary Action from his belt. “You are not weak, but you are not ready for what I have planned for you. Last Sunday you proved to me that you have the POTENTIAL – you are only lacking the strength. The strength to endure!†Still dizzy, Engineer regarded the soldier with a frown. A livid bruise was spreading rapidly over his cheek. “Endure WHAT, exactly?†he queried, pulling himself up into a sitting position with a groan. Before he could even do so, Soldier placed one boot on his chest and pushed him back again, trailing the Disciplinary Action over his other cheek. “You are a smart man, Engie. The smartest I know! And you follow orders well,†the soldier purred, his tone low and dangerous. “You can endure this kind of treatment…maybe you even like it, nyeh heh….†Like a schematic suddenly coming together in his mind, Engineer realized with no small amount of dread just what the other man was talking about. Pain. Discipline. Endurance. He knew what those entailed when combined…knew what he meant by following orders. As his mouth went dry, he could do little but nod in understanding. “I…I’m guessin’…yer the type what finds a certain amount a’ pleasure in this, then, Sal,†he murmured, trying to shrink down as small as he could make himself. “I ain’t…I ain’t real sure I’m keen on the idea, mahself…†Leering, Soldier shook his head and tapped the crop against the engineer’s cheek a little harder. “How can you know unless you try, hm? You seemed all too eager to please me before…†Engineer wasn’t sure how much more red his cheeks could become. “Because I wanted to, Solly…I like ya an’…well…I wanted….†His voice dropped to a mumble. He could talk all day about killing or maiming or his inventions, but intimacy was another story altogether. “I wanted ta make ya feel good. An’ mahself. I figured ya jus’ wanted the same….†“Oh, I do want to feel good, heh. And I want you to experience the same amount of pleasure! But sometimes there are rules, Engie – rules that must be followed,†Soldier said through his grin. “Why do ya gotta have RULES for that?!†the engineer frowned. Pulling his foot away, the military man leaned down over his prey, baring his teeth in an alarming smile. “There are rules of engagement for everything, private cowboy. Everything.†Before Engineer could say another word, pain shot through his gut at the courtesy of Soldier’s boot… And the world went black. He wasn’t sure how long he was out before his workshop swam into view once more, swirling blurrily before him. Struggling to pull himself up, he discovered two things that were definitely new – one, that his hands were bound before his back with some kind of thin rope. Possibly bootlaces. Two, that Soldier nearly nude, stripped down to his helmet, boots, and a plain white jockstrap. How he managed to get out of his pants while leaving his boots on was irrelevant to the angry engineer. “I figure ya got some explainin’ ta do, Solly…th’ hell ya think yer doin’, beatin’ on me an’ trussin’ me up like a goddamn Thanksgivin’ turkey?†he hissed, squinting in the dim light. Soldier laughed, that cruel snicker that was normally reserved for the battlefield. “I couldn’t have you wiggling around and hurting yourself, Engie. This is for your own good! It’s all part of the training. Gotta beat the pansy outta you – but don’t worry. It’s gonna hurt you a whole lot more than it’s gonna hurt me….†Engineer wanted to believe that his words were meant to be somehow encouraging. But the sneer on the soldier’s face told him otherwise. “Is that what ya take me for, Sal? A pansy-ass lil’ queer ya can do whatever ya want with?†the engineer spat, writhing against the makeshift restraints. “I did what I done before ‘cause I wanted to, not jus’ because ya ordered me….†Soldier tapped the crop against his palm, footsteps thudding heavily across the dusty floorboards before he came to a stop inches before the engineer’s face. “But it WAS an order. An order you followed, Tex - an order you RELISHED!†he barked. Before the prone Texan could react, he pressed the toe of his boot against Engineer’s cheek, trailing it down to tilt his chin up. “And you’ll learn to love every order I give you before I’m done here. I know you can give me what I want, Engie, and you’re going to give it to me. Even if I have to beat it out of you.†Grunting as another kick connected solidly with his jaw, Engineer rolled onto his side helplessly. It was true that he could take a whooping – he’d been fighting for most of his life, and yet the pain served little purpose other than to fuel his anger. Beating him wouldn’t teach him anything, if only for the fact that he would not break. Not under a fist, or a weapon, or even the threat of death. And he could tell that if Soldier was trying to gain some sort of arousal from the act, it wasn’t coming. The man’s cock hung flaccid, swaying slowly as he paced, and he seemed almost distracted. Squirming in his bonds, the engineer noticed just how close he was to his work bench, and turned himself over when the soldier wasn’t looking in an attempt to rub the bootlaces against the sharp metal table leg. While he struggled with his bonds, the rain outside seemed to pick up on his acts of desperation and urgency as the once tiny droplets grew heavier and faster. The only thoughts that were racing through mind right now were how he was going to be able to talk the soldier out of the ridiculous notion that this was the right away to go about doing things; panic bubbled within him as he considered just how bad it could get if he didn’t get himself loose quickly. “If ya’d let me go, Sal…I’d do the same as what I did fer ya before, if that’s what ya want…make it good for both of us, yeah? I know this ain’t what ya really need,†he started, keeping his voice soothing and soft. “Ya can order me around…an’ tell me what ta do to ya, wouldn’t ya like that better?†Soldier snorted, whirling around to brandish his Disciplinary Action again. “Give it up, grease monkey. Talking’s not going to do you any good – just surrender now, and I’ll take good care of you,†he hissed, leaning down to snarl in the Texan’s face. There was something in the soldier’s eyes that Engineer just couldn’t place. Anxiety? Challenge? It was like he was daring the engineer to defy him, but couldn’t bring himself to say it. “Mmmm…nope, I don’t think I’m gonna give up like that,†came the quiet murmur, as he continued working stealthily at his bindings. “Maybe ya should jus’ tell me what this is really about…†“I already told you, private cowboy!†A lash from the crop stung over the engineer’s mouth, splitting his top and bottom lip. Another struck his shoulder, hard enough to leave an angry welt in its wake, and a third scoring his chest in a livid line. “Your complete and utter surrender. I will accept NOTHING less.†While the Soldier drew back to strike a fourth blow, the bootlaces finally gave way. Engineer quickly drew his arms over his head to shield himself as the disciplinary action descended upon him, striking his upper arm instead of his face., Already a large welt began to form where the leather tip struck, and all Soldier could do was stare down at the furious man beneath him. “Ya made a big mistake, there, soldier boy…thinkin’ ya could take THIS bull by the horns,†the engineer muttered, as he snatched the crop away from the petrified military man’s hand No reply came at first, even when the Texan pulled himself to his feet. No effort was made to stop him, no blows of retaliation. A long moment passed where the soldier did not even move. Slowly, however, his tenuous grip on control began to crumble; his paper thin foundation began tearing away beneath him, and his shoulders sagged wretchedly. Engineer could feel the turmoil from where he stood, could see the miserable creases forming lines on the man’s face. As quickly as it had begun, the rain began to dwindle down to a gentle trickle outside, soft drips and drops splashing quietly against the windowsill. “E-Engie,†Soldier began, hanging his head in shame. “Wasn’t this what you wanted? Last Sunday, in the truck when I ordered you to do those things… You enjoyed yourself.†The engineer scowled, pushing his hardhat back with a grunt. “I did. But you was too damn stubborn ta listen ta me when I told ya I did it ‘cause I liked it. It wasn’t all about the orders, son. It was about wantin’ to do those things with ya,†he rumbled. “If orderin’ me made ya happy, I was happy. But if ya thought doin’ somethin’ like this would fly…ya got another thing comin’.†Nodding in understanding, the soldier kept his head low, inching forward slowly to press his cheek against Engineer’s shoulder. He trembled as he nuzzled at it slowly; the engineer could only guess what was going through his mind, then, as the man he knew could easily gut him where he stood proceeded to let loose a stream of quiet apologies. His voice could be so tender when it was low and soft, and Engineer felt his anger slowly begin to dissipate in the face of the unexpected display. “Please don’t be angry with me, Engie. I-I only wanted-“ It was the engineer’s turn to cut him off this time. “I know ya didn’t mean no harm…ya just had the wrong way of goin’ about it, is all. I ain’t mad at ya,†he soothed. “But this kinda thing…ya gotta talk ta me about. I only got the one time of bein’ with ya ta go off of…an’ it ain’t like I go around doin’ this sorta thing with fellas all the time. It’s new for me, an’ far as I can tell, it is fer you too, ain’t it?†Another nod. “Then tell me what ya really want, Sal. I won’t judge ya, ya know me better than that.†Again, the soldier was quiet for a time, mouth turned downwards in a thoughtful frown. But when he finally spoke, Engineer was surprised by what he said. “I want…to have you like that every day, Engie. All to myself…,†he mumbled haltingly. It was obvious that he was just as confused and self-conscious as the engineer when it came to these things. “You can have that without beatin’ the livin’ daylights outta me,†Engineer chuckled, shaking his head and reaching to cup the soldier’s cheek, pulling him away from his shoulder to kiss him softly. As their lips met, he could feel the tangibly tense atmosphere that had filled the room begin to fade – everything was warm, and Soldier felt perfect against him, all firm muscle and stroking hands. He didn’t object when those same hands pulled insistently at his clothing, tugging his overall straps free and unbuttoning his shirt as he leaned back against the table with a sigh. Watching the soldier’s face as his eyes roamed over him warmed his cheeks with embarrassment. But Soldier refused to turn away, taking in every inch that was uncovered with an intent, unwavering gaze. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Tex…look at this All-American body of yours,†he whispered reverently, kissing over the discolouration that had bloomed over Engineer’s belly. Every mark that had been left was carefully traced and kissed, and the engineer could feel his arousal stirring slowly to life even before the last bit of his clothing had hit the floor. “Nnnh…Solly, please,†Engineer breathed, and the soldier was all too willing to comply, dropping down to one knee before him to lap eagerly over his waiting cock. Each stroke of his tongue sent shivers through the engineer, and when he felt the other man’s mouth close around him, he reached down to clutch at his helmet, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the smooth metal surface. It was every bit as good as he imagined it would be, and possibly even better; he’d make a more thorough judgment later, when he could actually think. For now, he allowed himself to drift on the sea of pleasure, half-closing his eyes with a deep groan of approval. Just as he began to think he’d float away, the feeling intensified. Soldier’s hands gripped his thighs tighter, and the engineer could feel the head of his cock pressing against the back of the man’s throat. Engineer never liked to brag about his size, despite being slightly larger than the rocketeer, but it made the accomplishment all the more impressive as the soldier did little more than gag slightly around him as he took all he could manage. “F-fuck, Sal…yer too damn good at this, aight? Too damn good,†he rasped, shaking his head and quelling the urge to buck his hips upwards. Soldier just grinned around him, bobbing his head determinedly. Seeing him move like that soon proved too much and Engineer pulled him as close as he could by the straps of his helmet and cried out loudly. Shoulders tensing, eyes clenched tight, he spilled his release into Soldier’s mouth in ragged, shuddering spasms. With a fervent moan, the soldier milked him for what he was worth, lapping up every spare drop and swallowing it down like man dying of thirst in the desert and all that was available was the engineer’s thick, creamy seed. Wheezing soundlessly as he caught his breath, Engineer reached down to caress over the man’s cheek again, smiling as Soldier nuzzled into his hand and eventually laid his head down to rest on his thigh. “…I hope that was a good apology, Engie,†the soldier mumbled, glancing up at him under the rim of his helmet. “I’d say it was might damn acceptable, Sal…but I’mma tell ya one thing right now. Ya ever try that again, and I’ll whip yer ass so hard you’ll WISH you were jus’ a rented mule,†Engineer smirked, though the dangerous edge to that smirk was a sure indication that he would make good on his promise. With a nod, Soldier lifted a hand in salute, even as a matching grin spread over his face. “Understood, sir.†Relaxing, the engineer lazily returned the salute. “At ease. Let’s you an’ me find a nice place for some shut eye…I’m plumb wore out, now.†The downpour had been brief, but violent, even if the tiny drops hadn’t seemed like much. They would later spend the day removing bits of fallen gutters and roofing from the yard, and explaining away Engineer’s bruises and split lip as a result of the storm. They had weathered another rainy Sunday, and looked forward expectantly to many, many more.
welp. I have an erection.
Another one of those times where I almost stopped reading (bdsm isn't my favorite, and that's all helmet party seems to get these days, and at this point use of the Disciplinary Action in any fic makes me roll my eyes) but I'm really glad I didn't stop because the rest was hot and great!
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>>18 Actually, no, I'm not gonna wuss out and try to be nice about this. Yes, Helmet Party gets a lot of BDSM stuff, and yes, it's something that drew me to it. I enjoy exploring the themes and oops, the rest of this series is gonna be going along the same lines and probably getting more into it. Yes, I will be using the hell out of the Disciplinary Action, because I love it, not to mention my Solly is a Fancy Dress kind of guy and since it's there, why not? I'm glad you liked the end, but some things after this might not be your cup of tea. Or anyone's cup of tea. Frankly I don't write to please people, it's something cathartic that I enjoy doing. I'll label it if I must. Warning: BDSM scenes and imagery followed by ridiculous fluff.
I must say, it's just wonderful to see a bondage story wherein people object to being tied up and beaten without any prior discussion on the matter, and where a character's difficulties in expressing love without violence is actually addressed as a problem. Taking the time to deal with issues like these gives the story so much depth, and makes it, for me, that much sweeter. I'm really looking forward to seeing how these matters sort out.
>>20 Wow sorry I didn't mean to make you so upset. Really, I do like your fic, despite the situation not being my cup of tea, and like >>21 said, I liked how Engineer didn't just take it like other bdsm fics, and I don't regret reading it or anything. But thanks for the warning I guess.
(Anon >>2 here, switching back to namefagging at the drop of a hat.) I'm a huge fan of both Helmet Party and the misuse / creative use of in-game items in smut soooo I think I can live with a little BSDM. (And by 'live with' I mean I will check this thread twice a day even if it isn't bumped.) I agree with >>21 the no-means-no after-school special thing makes my suspension of disbelief easy to maintain. I know I would be interested if my lover brought up the idea but not if I was already stripped and tied down. Realism A++. I also have to compliment on your characterization. They're both good, but I am particularly hooked on your Engie. He's a quiet-reflective AND assertive, which can be difficult to do I think? Usually he leans too much to psycho or too much to blushing bottom for my taste but this one is palatable. I was with >>13 on the first chapter and thought about that picture... and this new one reminds me of a few of her works, too. Is this story inspired by aholidayaway at all? Because... yeah. If I had any tiny complaint... I found the first part to have a very final note to it. It was wrapped up in the same way as many a one-shot, suggesting there would be a future and as such suggesting you were going to be left to imagine it not read on to hear it. So now wonder more that one person thought it was a one-off. Cliffhangers don't have to be drastic but there should at least be an open-ended feeling to it if you intend to try to keep readers assuming there will be / wanting more.
This made my week. Loved the idea with Soldier's actions.
>>21 That was one of my biggest goals for this installment, and I'm glad it panned out. >>22 I'm not really upset, but I've been getting some similar comments on Tumblr and I felt the need to just say hey, this is what I like. This is what I write. I'm sorry if I came across as unduly rude. >>23 Considering Holiday popped into this thread, I guess I can safely say that while the content wasn't inspired by their work, some of the imagery was indeed. As for the tiny complaint, thank you, actually. I have the bad habit of ending my stories in such a way, and this is my first time writing anything that would be considered a loose collection of related stories set in an arc. If I could go back and change it, I would. But I do plan on making a Tumblr for this story, and any edits/changes/re-writes will end up there. Needs moar cliffhanger, I agree! >>24 skldsfau ty! I'm honored.
Anon >>9 back, and I must say, you're writing continues to make me enjoy this piece even more. The way Engie reacted to the BDSM was un-common. I loved it. This story is also very well done. It sort of reminds me of a TV show, actually. Slightly closed, but possibilities for continuing on. Your fiction is not very much like others I've read, and I eagerly await to read more of it.
The first chapter had me in tears saying "oh god Solider is so cute". The second one caught me off guard and I didn't like it at first but I liked the fluffy ending. But seriously. TEARS OVER HOW CUTE HE IS OH MY GOSH. The bit about him making another medal killed me with how perfect it was.
Why would you do that, Beachballotaku. Why.
Maybe we should just make threads sage by default. And if there is an update or something the author could put bump in the Email field instead or something. BECAUSE THIS SHITS GETTING OLD SERIOUSLY LEARN TO SAGE GODDAMMIT
I AM SORRY BUT I STILL DON'T KNOW HOW TO SAGE PLEASE TELL ME. WHY ISN'T THERE JUST A LITTLE BUTTON THAT SAYS 'SAGE'? Guh. I have never posted on sites like this before (probably because before it wasn't legal for me to), and there never was a little tutorial how to do this stuff I am so sorry.
>>29 the opposite of sage is age i think >>30 (if you read the moderator's note at the top of the board...) Write sage in the Email field of your post without quotations or an actual email address. This will keep you from bumping a thread and making people think it's been updated when it hasn't. This function works on all of the tf2chan boards (I'm pretty sure) but it's mostly used in the text boards for the aforementioned reason. (People get pretty upset)
Beachballotaku does kind of have a point. I'm going to throw some recommendations at the admin.
Why you no sage?
Okay, at the very top of /afanfic there's a thing that says [A Moderator's Note - Please Read]. If you're confused about the rules, or even if you're not and it's one of your first times on tf2chan or a similar site, it's kind of a no-brainer to read the thing that says "Please Read." And if, in fact, you read it, the first thing it says is: "Resident Kilo Modster here to issue a statement on the particular issue with people necrobumping threads on the textboards. Some folk are doing so on accident, just simply by forgetting to put the word "sage" in the e-mail field of their comment. So, for folks wondering about the site rules, saying it's one of their first times here or on a similar site, etc--there you go. It's interesting to note that the very next thing it says is: "This is a forgivable offense as they may not know all the board functions. Viewers may demonstrate this function to folks, but any one who only comments to reprimand someone for not saging will be banned from the text boards for a short period of time on the grounds of inciting unnecessary drama. If someone bumps a thread and it bothers you, please make use of the report function in the comment box so the mod's can deal with it." Just saying.
Well this hasn't been posted on in a while. I guess I'll post this anyways and hope at least one person notices it. The first part was fucking amazing. Really hot and sexy. The second part, eh, I don't understand BDSM at all. Would've been better without it. Anyways, can someone please link me some more good helmet parties?(USER WAS BANNED FOR MULTIPLE NECROBUMPS)
Wow, this is definitely one of my fav helmet party fics.. *crosses fingers for updates*
>>37 The fic hasn't updated since 2012. Don't count on it.