Some helmet party RP from me and metalxmanagement/Knub Knubs. ------------------------------------ "Y'gotta know when t'hold 'um… know when t'fold 'um…" Dell sang quietly to himself, tucking away the last of his tools into the overbearingly heavy toolbox and giving it a fond pat. The workshop was nice and quiet, save for the gentle humming of all the lights and ventilation. And that was just what he needed-- some peace and quiet. There was celebration going on in 2Fort after a nice win for the REDs, but he just couldn't muster the focus to enjoy it. No, he had too much else on his mind. It could've been his imagination, of course-- maybe he hadn't been sleeping enough but… Something was up with that damned Soldier. He was used to working closely with Solly, but recently the brash fella had always been around. Like a leech. At first he didn't mind it, hell he kinda enjoyed it. The Soldier was probably his best friend on the base and all, but… it was really starting to get to him. The real trouble was that he was starting to get ideas about it. *** As he had always been lately, the RED Soldier was hovering outside of the Engineer's workshop, waiting eagerly for the Texan to emerge. He held a wrapped box, under one arm. Something was dripping from one corner. Something had just drawn him to his teammate. Helmet envy, maybe, or an especially strong sense of comradery. Whatever it was, he always had to be at his side, keeping BLU Spies at bay from his sentries with a shovel. "Securing the fort!" he'd scream while slamming the blade of his shovel into a BLU's skull. As he waited for the Engineer, the Soldier grew impatient. Puffing out his chest, he beat on the door and bellow, "ENGIE! YOU INSIDE?!" The Engineer was lost so much in his contemplation that that sudden outburst rattled him just about as much as the poor door that had to carry that brash sounds. Shit! He should've figured… Without realizing it he patted himself down, smoothing the wrinkles out of his coveralls and righting the balance of his hardhat (was he seriously giving himself a once-over to make sure he looked alright? Dammit…) before he strode to the doors and heaved them open… to see the Soldier waiting for him with something under his arm. "Er, evenin' there Solly. Was just finishin' up in the shop; yanno, keepin' a tight ship 'n all." "A GIFT!" the Soldier barked, thrusting the box out in front of him, clenched in his huge hands. "...for the victory. A CONGRATULATORY GIFT!" he tacked on at the end. He stood stalk-still, feet together. There was a long pause of silence, save for the Soldier's heavy breathing. He peeked out from under his helmet, brow furrowed. "Do you accept, private?" His body went just about as rigid as the Soldier's when that box was thrust at him, though he sure as hell wasn't jerking to attention. He stared at it for a moment, then at the brash man who was trying to offer it to him, then-- was it leaking? Maybe he'd packed him a plate of ribs or something? He knew the guy liked his meat 'n all, but… "Think ah… think ya got a hole in it, 'ere, partner," he muttered slowly, giving the wet corner of that box a light gesture before he reached out to take it from him. "Much obliged, though! ...what is it?" "It is a surprise!" The Soldier put his fists at his sides and threw his shoulders back. He felt positively girlish as he waited for the Engineer to open his gift. It was fortunate that he was already red in the face from shouting, otherwise the Engineer might have noticed the shameful blush creeping across his face. "Open it!" he exclaimed, more a cheerful encouragement than a barking order. "Heh, well a'ight then," he said, a broad and crooked smile stretching across his face. Mindful of the dripping… whatever it was, he pushed a gloved hand over the top of the box and caught the tape, ripping through it and pushing aside the folded cardboard to look inside. The BLU Spy's disembodied head, cigarette still in mouth, stared up at him from the box. His face was twisted in surprise underneath the blood-spattered balaclava. "Won't be sappin' your sentries any more!" Soldier cackled, giving the Engineer a playful thump on the back. "I took care of 'em after the ceasefire! Never saw it coming! BLAM! Right in the skull with the shovel!" He laughed merrily at the memory. "Doc helped me! Took the thing right off with that saw!" "!!" Dell's eyes widened and he quickly flipped the box closed again, just long enough to take a breath and then slowly peek back inside. Holy hell... He grimaced a bit at the lifeless expression looking up at him, forcing down a swallow before he let a sheepish little chuckle escape him. "Heh, well would'ja lookit that..." He had to be careful here; Solly was a sensitive fella. He didn't want him offended and pissed off, that was for sure. "S'real... s'real nice of ya there, Solly. I 'ppreciate it." The poor, French sonuvabitch. "Now..." Jane put one arm behind his back and coughed into the other. "On a more serious note, I noticed that the other team seemed a little...keen on you today. The Spy has been taken care of, but you may need some security! Can't go losing our most valuable asset, can we?" He stood a bit awkwardly with that box, but in the end he just very carefully put it on the table beside him and then removed his gloves, tucking them beneath his tool belt. It always seemed that he'd heard the brink of Solly's crazy talk, but then something new came spoutin' out to surprise him. Ever on his toes with this one, that was for damn sure. "Most valu'ble asset, huh? Well m'flattered, but I dunno if that's necessary. I jus' plan on hittin' the showers a'fore bed," he reasoned, lightly thumbing out the door. Then again, hell-- what was he doing turning company with the guy away? "I'll accompany you!" He was grasping now. The Soldier composed himself and straightened his posture. "We cannot run the risk of a shampoo-in-eye incident!" "Heh..." Dell cleared his throat, lightly swiping a hand over his face and glancing away as he felt his cheeks ruddying with color. "Eheh, 'at's a good'n. But I s'pose 'ere's plenny'a room, so c'mon partner." He finally accepted the invitation with a nod and then led his teammate out of the workshop, making a point to remember to come back and properly dispose of that head when he had the chance. Hopefully it wouldn't stink up the place while he was gone. Jane sweated as he marched along behind his teammate, loosening his collar when he was sure the Engineer wouldn't see. He couldn't explain this freakish magnetism the Texan had--perhaps a literal kind? The Soldier was mentally kicking himself over the head. He knew he should have fixed a better expression on it! It was an awful gift. He'd do better next time! "So ah... how's it goin'?" After a moment, the silence was starting to get to him. Well, the silence beyond the sound of the Soldier's marching stomps, that is. "Did a real nice job on the battlefield t'day, Solly," he offered with a sidelong smirk, his hands thrusting themselves into the deep pockets of his coveralls. After a furtive glance over his shoulder, the Soldier pounced. Quick as a whip, he had the Engineer against the nearest wall, arms pinned at his sides. "I want something from you, private," he growled, tightening his hands around the tinkerer's forearms. "Please..." "!!!" It felt as though he'd just been attacked by a fucking coyote-- if coyotes had hands like vices and helmets. His first reaction was to grab for his wrench and just start swinging, but with his arms clamped down by his sides, he was almost glad he wasn't allowed to go for the tool. This was his own Soldier, after all. "Wh--" He faltered somewhat, staring up at that half-shadowed face with its usual strong scowl. Shit, there he went blushing again. "G'dammit, Solly! If'n ya want somethin' jus' ask for it! Ain't gotta pry it outta me!" "So...yes?" Jane pressed his helmeted forehead against Dell's. His usual scowl had settled into a confused grimace, and his hands relaxed themselves. He pressed his nose to the Engineer's. "Answer, private!" Dell gulped, glancing one way and then the other. Well, no one was around... at first he was relieved, but if this went badly, he'd be shouting for a Medic as loud as possible. "Y-... well yeah, partner. Sure." Jane nearly slumped forward in relief. He let go and took a step back. "Now...Where?" He had no idea where he was going with this. All he knew was that he wanted the Engineer, and wanted him bad. Maybe it was the absence of women, or the strong sense of comradery he had with the Texan, but he couldn't wait to be closer to him. "Well I was on my way t'the showers 'fore ya went 'n cornered me," Dell replied, lightly thumbing his nose before he rolled his shoulders, working the odd sensation out of his arms from where the Soldier had gripped him so tightly. Strong motherhubbard, that was for sure... "Good idea!" Jane bellowed, slapping Dell hard on the back. "Gotta be spotless for the good old-fashioned American pastime!" He thumped his chest and continued his march to toward the showers. "Onward!" "Mmph!" Shit; now he knew he was one of the shorter guys on the team, but he'd be damned if one of those strong claps on the back wouldn't rattle anyone! He cleared his throat and followed after the man, having to put a faster hitch in his get along to catch back up with the Soldier. "Not wantin' to toss a wrench in yer gears there partner, but... ain't the good ol' fashioned American pastime baseball?" "I am not a SCOUT, private! Real men do not participate in stick-and-ball games!" The Soldier turned on his heel to shout back. He was the man here! HRRGH! Beating his chest, he went back to marching. The Engineer was grateful for his folks who preserved on him lots and lots of patience. Maybe that's why he was able to tolerate the Soldier in a way that no one else really seemed able to. Besides... hell, he found him pretty fun. Delusions and all. Once they made it into the showers Dell stopped at his locker, pulling it open and beginning to undress, his boots and tool belt carefully set aside first. The Soldier followed suit, placing his boots and uniform inside of his locker. It wasn't long before he was stark naked--save for his helmet, of course. "Make it quick!" he snapped, moseying past the Engineer into the shower area. He rubbed at his face for a moment, and then his eyes caught the reflection of the Soldier as he marched into the showers from the small mirror he kept in his locker. He didn't mean to start starin' but dammit, things just happened. In the end the hardhat went out of his line of sight and he shook his head, finishing up and then padding into the showers along after him. The shower was already merrily hissing when the Engineer entered. The Soldier stood underneath the spray, water flying in every direction after bouncing off his helmet. Absolutely shameless, he stood with his hands on his hips. Dell paused in his stepping when he saw the... uh, display. And he cleared his throat and moved to step into the area just beside the man, turning on that shower head too. He thought about making a comment about the man's posture; something along the lines of 'advertising', but he just kept it to himself. The Soldier silently scrubbed at his body, sizing up the Engineer from afar. Thick legs, hard arms--a fine frame for a man!! He squared his jaw, gritting his teeth. Well, clearly this didn't go unnoticed, and he had no desire to pretend he didn't see it either. After a moment of sudsing up his hands he glanced over, staring hard until the Soldier's wandering expression finally got all the way back up to his face again. "Ain't free admission 'ere, partner." "Well what'm I supposed to be doing? Giving you flowers?" Jane growled in return, scraping his own personal bar of grit soap across one pectoral. "Y'could come over 'ere," he suggested, lofting a brow and tilting his head at the man. He was a little surprised by his own bluntness; skirting around the issue was what he originally had in mind but-- something about standing next to a naked man made almost entirely out of hard muscle, well. It did something to ya. The damn steaming water wasn't helping either. "Err..." The hiss of the shower seemed deafening when nothing was being said. The Soldier awkwardly side-stepped toward the Engineer, sidling up close. "What'm I supposed to do? Touch ya?" He was able to feel that body heat far more than he thought he would considering the temperature of the water, and it took him a moment to catch his bearings. "...Issat what you wanna do, buddy?" he asked after a moment's pause, setting his bar of mild soap aside and quickly running it over his arms before the water washed it all away. "Affirmative!" Soldier whispered harshly. His hands quivered as he inched one finger toward Engie's thigh. Feeling the coarse hair on the Engineer's thigh rasp against his palm made him shiver. "Like this?" Del stiffened somewhat, but the touch wasn't hard like he though it might've been. It was kinda nice, actually... Aside from how shy it felt. That had him chuckling after a moment and then he feigned a sigh, looking away and scratching at his jaw. "I s'pose, but... think yer technique needs a little work. Yanno, there's protocol fer this kinda maneuver, Solly. I could maybe show ya, but..." "Show me!" Jane snapped. His hand tensed on Dell's thigh, gently squeezing the thick muscle under the skin. This was a battle, if a very small one, and he wanted to know every possible tactic needed to win. "Quickly, maggot, before someone sees!" "Ain't nobody else here, ya id'jut," he huffed, pushing the man's hand away from his leg. He... did feel a little paranoid then so he had a look around before tugging the Soldier closer and stepping behind him. His eyes closed as he pressed his chest against that strong back, and he cursed his lack of height for the moment, since he had to twist his head upward in order to see the other man's face. Or what showed from under the helmet anyway. His hands moved around the man's chiseled frame and settled on his chest, able to feel every muscle etched in beneath his skin." 'ere, see... Ya jus' start like 'is." "I ain't got breasts, private! Nothin' to squeeze there!" The Soldier impatiently grabbed his teammate's hands, dragging them down toward his waist. He simply couldn't relax. Every muscle was tensed, poised to attack. Gentleness was absolutely foreign to him. "S'what you think, partner," Engineer muttered, setting his rough cheek against the Soldier's broad back. With his hands wet he was able to slip them out from under his urgent palms, using the short crop of his nails to scratch all the way back up to his chest, where he flicked his thumbs once over the man's nipples. Nothin' to squeeze indeed. The Soldier went rigid. His toes curled on the tile, turning white as he shuddered. He'd expected the stocky man to go right for his cock--that's how those sorts of things were supposed to go, right? A little heavy petting, then straight to missionary. "Should I do something?" he murmured, raising a hand again. Dell chuckled, letting his palms explore a little bit, over all the hard muscle and coarse body hair on his chest. "Hm, I reckon ya should," he muttered after a moment, his palms yearning to drop lower but instead he let them fall away entirely. "Why'ont you about face 'n do what come natural-like, Soldier..." In perfect military procedure, Jane made an about face and stood with his arms at his sides in front of the Engineer. His hands rose, then fell, then came up again to sit on Dell's shoulders. He tried kneading the muscle, feeling out the result of hauling a tool box around the battlefield. The Engineer tried to not shudder, but dammit he did. For the moment he just enjoyed it; those strong hands that could beat the ever living mess out of someone were being much more docile now, and it made his muscle feel like butter. He glanced up through the rising steam to that half-hidden face and smirked suddenly, reaching up and--- flip... clang--- tipped the man's helmet off of his head entirely. He didn't think Mr. Doe would care much for it, but... what the hell? Stunned, the Soldier stepped back, jaw clenched. A vein stood out on his now-visible forehead, just under the hairline of his fuzzy buzz cut. "That is not a joke, maggot!" he hollered, bending down to pick up his helmet. Slick from soap and water, it slid out of his hand and away. Dell tried not to grin (but doggone it, how could he not?) and reached out with his foot to stop the sliding helmet, pulling it toward himself and keeping it pinned down to the wet tile floor. "Now hold on 'ere, partner. Think ya look jus' fine without it." Down on his knees, Jane scowled up at his compatriot. "That is not for you to decide, private!" he barked, reaching for the helmet again. It slid away, trapped under the Engineer's foot. "Give it here!" He watched the water rain down on that buzzed head and he cleared his throat-- was funny how inspiration can sometimes smack a man like a wrench to the head..."You wanna earn it, buddy?" "How?" he growled before taking another halfhearted lunge at the helmet. He wilted when it was yanked away again. Sitting back on his heels, he leered up at Dell. "Tell me!" "..." Dell folded his arms across his chest, just looking down at the man for the moment. He might not get a sight like this again, so he might as well enjoy it. It was... damn pleasin' on the eyes. "Soldier, you ever performed yer patriotic duty of boostin' the morale'a yer teammates through... oral maneuvers?" Jane gulped, sweating beneath the spray. He glanced at his helmet, the Engineer's crotch, then up to his teammate's face. Oral sex had never crossed his mind, even with a lady. "How do I, exactly...?" "How?" Dell crooked a brow (he was at least glad Solly got the picture-- he didn't wanna have to be more blunt than that) and then snickered, giving his head a scratch. "Hell, partner-- ain't you ever had it done t'you before?" "No!" Jane barked defensively. He took the tip of Dell's flaccid cock between his thumb and forefinger. "Do I just...? I don't know! You tell me!" "...yer kiddin' me." Well, maybe that wasn't as crazy as he thought. The Soldier was... err, who he was. He didn't really think he was the type to go swooning any women into the sac, let alone some poor fella. Wait... did that make him 'some poor fella'? Dammit all... It was hard to think anyway, what with that hand suddenly touching him. "Ya jus'... ya jus' git to it, boy!" Orders! Now there was something Solly knew what to do with! After throwing up a quick salute, the Soldier took the Texan's penis into his mouth, trying hard not to gag on it. He was sloppy, but who would turn down even the worst blowjob out there in the desert? Dell growled at first-- any attention was good attention, but... as the blood started to rush southward and his boys started to wake on up, he found himself cringing a bit more than he should've been. "Ack... gahdangit Solly! Don't use yer teeth!" The Soldier did not apologize--that was for women--but he did open his mouth wider, letting Dell's cock fill in by itself. He grunted with determination. Now, kneeling at his teammate's feet, getting his helmet back was just a perk. This was getting him hard--something that both excited him and frightened him. The Engineer sighed when he started to feel more lips and tongue; even if it didn't know what the hell it was doing, the Soldier's mouth was wet and hot and... shit, even though clumsy movements had their own charm. It wasn't too long before his cock was nice and hard, twitching with appreciation. " 'ere... jus' like 'at... Nnh, atta boy." The praise raining down from above left Jane's cock throbbing against his thigh, exciting him more than any old pinup could. He raised his hands to Dell's thighs, massaging the hairy flesh with calloused fingers. "Mmgh..." he groaned. Fuck the helmet, all he wanted was Dell. Dell felt a labored breath escape him and he leaned forward, bracing one hand against the wet tile beneath the spraying shower head. He barely noticed the hot water as it hit against him and dripped from his nose and chin; he was too busy staring down at the blessed sight beneath him. Who knew the Soldier could be such a team player? Complimenting him seemed to really do the trick-- he'd have to remember that for future reference. His fingers slid against the close crop of hair against the back of the man's skull, giving just the slightest push while his hips pitched in and he forced more of his cock into the man's mouth, just to see if he could take it. He wondered if he could get it down his throat. Jane coughed, gagging slightly when the tip of Dell's cock bumped the back of his throat. He clung to the Engineer's legs and screwed his eyes shut. He was beginning to miss his shovel. What if this was a Spy? Panic shot through him. No Frenchman was going to fuck his throat! When he tried to wrench away, though, he found his head held down by a strong hand. "Mmff!" he grunted. Even though Dell was watching nice and intent-like, his vision was growing cloudier every second more that he was plunged into the soldier's hot mouth. Seemed like he was getting the hang of it and-- nnh, shit. When the man made that low, guttural sound the Texan growled, his head falling back. It seemed to vibrate all the way through him like an electric charge! He enjoyed that for a moment and then let his hand fall away, hips easing back until he felt himself falling out of the man's mouth all together. It was good timing, too; he didn't think he could handle much more without losin' it. "Got a problem, partner..?" In an instant the Soldier was at Dell's throat, one hand wrapped around his neck. "How do I know you're not a Spy?!" he hissed, pressing a thumb to the Engineer's Adam's apple. "Show yourself, Frenchy!" "!!!" Dell stumbled back so quickly that he almost slipped on the damn tile, his back thudding against the wall with a loud echo. "Gh-! Shit, Solly! I ain't no Spy," he huffed in a panic, it taking both hands to grab and pull at the Soldier's damn iron-grip properly. "Prove it!" he howled. He tightened his grip on Dell's throat, but didn't yet push down directly on his larynx. He pressed his nose to the Engineer's. "Well?" Shit! How the hell was he supposed to prove that?! It wasn't as if there was a flamethrower around for a quick spurt of a SpyCheck (and frankly he was glad of that)-- or that he could try to reason 'if I was a Spy I would have stabbed you in the back while you were busy sucking my dick'. So he'd... just have to think of how Soldier would want it proved. "I... gh... I hate France!!" There was a pause, and Jane's hand fell away. "Spoken like a true American!!" he said with a laugh. He thumped the Engineer on the back, rattling his bones. Dell could only give a halfhearted smile as he was damn near shoved away from that hearty slap on the back. "Eh heh... yep..." he feigned a snicker, cringing and rubbing over his neck. Talk about a close one. He glanced down and-- was surprised to see that the little mishap didn't seem to have any negative effects on his erection. "I'll be taking this back--" Jane snatched up his helmet. "in case of any real attacks. This was only a drill!" He placed it back on his still-wet scalp. "You almost done in here?" Almost done? Dell had to force himself not to puff up with offense, peering up at that face as it was again half concealed from him. Now he only had that angry jaw to go off off-- but the guy was easy enough to read; there were different kinds of teeth grits and sneers, after all. "Well, I reckon I'm gettin' there-- you in a hurry out all 'va sudden?" "Proper fornication maneuvers must be performed on a bed, maggot!" Jane bellowed. He turned off his shower and snatched a threadbare towel from the rack to be wrapped around his waist. An obvious bump protruded from the front. "Are you coming, or are you going to whack yourself off like some sort of draft-dodging hippie?" "..." The Engineer tried not to gape too much; it was a rather dumb look to have on your face, he'd always reasoned-- but his jaw went entirely slack as the American barked that comment and then marched off. The fact that it made him throb was just a bittersweet side effect. "Well wrangle me up 'n call me a bronco," he muttered to himself, before shaking off the numbing awe to grab a towel, fling it around his waist, and quickly hurry after the helmeted man. "Wait fer me, dammit!" The Soldier didn't bother dressing again, leaving his uniform in his locker to be picked up the next morning. The helmet stayed on. When he reached the door to the showers, he did an about-face and stared down at the stocky man. "We'll be heading back to my quarters, Nancy, so get whatever you plan on sleepin' in!" Dell paused, gripping his towel around himself a bit tighter as the Soldier whipped around to face him. The action wasn't just to hide the little tent he was erectin' in that towel, but it was just... reflex. The man stared hard at everything he looked at; he didn't need to see those eyes to know it. "Oh. Uh... yessir," he muttered, using the opportunity to yank his locker open and begin digging around inside. "I'll have tah go t'my room so... I can meet ya there?" "Negatory! I will follow!" Jane stepped aside, allowing Dell to walk out into the hall. He followed the Engineer closely, his eyes boring into his teammate's back. He admired the thick muscles, the little bit of fat still clinging to his body. Dell hurried along as quickly as he could, one hand on the towel and the other keeping his hardhat and goggles tucked beneath his arm. He knew the offer wasn't one he could refute, so... hell, he'd just enjoy the company. Well, not too much. He'd have to wait for that part. "So, ah..." he cleared his throat as he walked, sparing a quick glance over one shoulder. "I admit, didn't take you fer a 'don't ask- don't tell' kinda cadet, Solly." "Are you trying to say I'm some sort of fruit, private?" Jane growled. "A man admiring another man when there is a drought of women is nothing out of the ordinary! I am simply making the best of a bad situation. It is SIMPLY the way of war--you make do with what you have!" "Aaah, I see." Dell nodded slowly, his lips pursing. It took a lot of effort not to grin or laugh-- he didn't know whether Jane really saw it that way, or if that was just the delusions talking to protect his pride. Either way, the response didn't really surprise him. He reached his room without any further comment and slipped inside, heading straight for his closet to pick him out something comfy to put on. "Don't go putting on your best dress, Susie. It's just going to end up on the floor." Jane leaned against the door frame as he waited for Dell to finish, not-too-subtley staring at the curve of the Engineer's ass under the towel from behind his helmet. He was still half-hard, and the thought of getting back on top of Dell was only exciting him more. The Engineer almost choked and he gave a nod, just grabbing the first old work shirt and cotton britches he could find. "Yessir," came out automatically under his breath and he dropped the towel away, stepping into the pants and tugging them up (damn, he should've worn something tighter to hide the issue going on downstairs) before his shirt went on next and he was done. His hardhat was used very effectively as a cover for his 'tent'. The Soldier smiled behind his helmet. 'Sir'. He liked that. Reaching out, he snatched Dell's collar and hauled him to the door. "Now march, private!" "Alright, alright," he huffed, stumbling out and double-timing his get along to pull away from the Soldier, so that he didn't feel quite so much like some kid who'd just gotten his ass in trouble. Jane's sadistic streak was showing as he marched the Engineer down to his room. He loved seeing the Texan squirm and try to hide his erection under his hardhat. "On the bed," he growled, pointing to the bed when they'd reached his door. "Now!" "Jus' goin' right to it, eh?" Not that he minded; even wearing those loose-fitting pants was still uncomfortable. But that was all Mr. Doe's fault for not finishing him off in the damn showers. The Soldier's sneer turned sour. He curled his lip and glanced at the Disciplinary Action, which was hanging from a hook near the door. "Are you sassing me, cadet?" "Lil' bit," he chuckled, setting his hard hat down on the edge of the Soldier's always well-made bed before he perched beside it, legs crossing a bit to shield his lap. Snatching the riding crop off the wall, Jane swatted at Dell's knees. "For God's sake, sit like a man! No need to cross them dainty ankles in here, Sally!" "!!" Yeowch! Dell gave a yelp and quickly planted both feet flat to the floor, his expression souring as he rubbed over his knees. The leather loop was placed under the Engineer's chin, tilting it up to face the Soldier. "Get those frilly underpants off of my sheets, Conagher!" The Engineer blinked before his eyes snapped up to watch the man attached to that riding crop. Damnit, there went his cock, twitching again. He let a harsh swallow roll down his throat before he gave a light shift, hips lifting long enough to nudge his pants down and off. He shucked off his shirt and waited in anticipation. The Soldier grinned wickedly and cracked the riding crop against the Engineer's cheek. Just a little love-tap, not hard enough to leave anything but a red splotch. "Now on your back, Sheila!" Dell felt the snap hit before he felt the sting of it, and it had him gritting his teeth to keep entirely quiet. Were his heart not banging so loudly against his ribcage, he'd sure as hell have something to say about it. He scowled up at the Soldier for a moment, just watching his face before his own faltered, just enough and he glanced to one side. "...Yessir," came out from under his breath and he shifted further up onto the bed, carefully laying back against his elbows. "What was that? I can't hear you!" Jane shouted, bringing the riding crop down on the other side of Dell's face. "Say it loud!" This little bit of power play had him rock hard. He dropped his towel and knelt on the bed, looming over the Engineer. The Engineer's eyes locked right on to that organ standing at attention, and he had to gulp all over again, a few beads of sweat poking out over his body. "Yessir!" he said again, the stinging in his cheeks far from unpleasant. "That's what I thought!" The Soldier brought his riding crop down on the center of the Engineer's chest, this time using full force. He then bowed his head and laved his tongue over the fresh red mark, relishing in the tickle of wiry chest hair against his cheek. Pre-ejaculate beaded at the tip of his dick and dripped onto the Texan's paunch. "Ankles apart, Sally!" For a brief second, the Engineer wondered if he'd blink and suddenly be alone in his bunk, waking up from a damn dream with a hand down his pants. But then Solly's tongue was hot and wet on his chest and naw-- this had to be the real thing. He arched up a bit, sneaking a hand down to swipe the pad of his thumb against the rounded, fiery head of the other man's cock, just to feel the slickness. "I did not give you permission to touch!" The Soldier cracked down again on Dell's chest, the leather loop glancing off one pale nipple. "Spread 'em, cadet, before I tie 'em behind your head!" "Nh!" Pain shot through his chest like a blooming welt, but the fire that rose up out of it was worth it. Dell groaned behind his teeth and shifted, just taking fistfuls of sheets while he lifted one knee, his foot bracing to the bed after he'd moved it to one side. A can of Saxton Hale's Helmet Polish and Personal Lubricant(TM) was snatched from the Soldier's bedside table and squirted into Jane's palm. He spread the gel over his erection and leaned down to growl into Dell's ear. "Deep breaths." The tip of his cock pressed against the Engineer's anus, straining against the tight wall of muscle. Dell shuddered, his hands faltering somewhat as he felt the taller man press against him. Well, he'd find out soon enough if this was alright- so for now he reached up and wrapped one arm around the man's shoulders, gripping the further blade and taking a deep, deep breath. The fact that it shook in his chest wasn't helping. ...No prep. Oh holy fuck. "R-Remember I ain't no tank, Solly..." "I know how to treat a lady! You aren't any different!" Jane grunted. He pushed in slowly, shuddering at the excruciating tightness. He had to bite down on the Disciplinary Action to keep from crying out. "God damn, Engie..." "Hey, I ain't like no damn l---nnnngh." Dell stopped short to groan, lips pulling back from his teeth at the hiss of pain that overtook him. Stretching, stretching, shitshitshit...! "Suck it up, Sally! Pain is just weakness leaving the body!" Despite his gruff tone, the Soldier was trembling. "Take it like a man!" The Texan's brows knitted and he tightened his arm around the man's shoulders, nails digging into his skin. One leg also hitched itself up, knee catching at Jane's hip to better stabilize himself. "Well don't... don't stop then, dammit.." Jane pressed deeper into Dell's body, then paused a moment before drawing back. Beads of sweat rolled down his face and dripped down on to the Engineer's chest. So much for that shower... Dell closed his eyes, head tipped back as he just focused on that painful stretch slowly filling him. But behind that there was a heat, intensifying slowly and aided by the sounds of their movements and breathing and Solly's body heat practically drowning him. "Mmn... y-ya... ya fuck like a woman," he muttered, opening one eye with a faint smirk. "You're the one crying about your asshole, Conagher! I'm only going slow because I know that if I fucked you like a man you'd break that nonexistent neck of yours!" Jane growled, baring his teeth at the pinned Engineer. He felt himself bristle, but tensing up only made matters worse and he had to force an eye closed in his focus to relax again. So instead he just lifted his head, teeth snapping at the Soldier's bottom lip. The little love bites Jane felt on his lips were getting awfully close to kissing. That stuff was for queers! He pulled away and buried his face in the crook of Dell's neck, sinking his teeth into the firm muscle. Ha! No kissing down there, no sir! "Gah!!" Dell shuddered, his body giving an involuntary buck upward. Not that it did much good, the man above him was built like a fuckin' rock. But it did manage to jar that cock deeper into him, and everything all at once was just overwhelming. Jane chuckled wickedly and pulled away, licking blood from the tips of his teeth. "You god-damned sorry excuse for a man! That was hardly a nibble! Why don't you take off your training bra and show me what a MAN does in the bedroom?!" he roared, pulling back to pound harder into Dell's body. Holy shit; the mixture of that splash of red on the Soldier's lips and his bellowing slander-- it made his gut tighten and color filled his cheeks as he felt his cock spurting prematurely. But he said nothing of it, instead hitching his heel against the small of the American's back and driving himself down onto that strong length. "I-I can take whatever you can dish out, boy!" "You cannot take me! You are only enjoying this because I am allowing you to!" Jane quickened his pace, ramming his hips against the Engineer's. He snatched up the Disciplinary Action again and held it to Dell's throat. "I will tear you THREE new assholes, private! I will make you wish you'd been born a lady! I will--augh!" The Soldier's own orgasm caught him off guard. He shuddered, afraid to move as semen spilled from his body and into his teammate's. Dell twitched, that sudden rush of heat inside his body causing a full-on shudder to overtake him. He forced a hand down between the two of them, roughly grasping onto his own cock and working out every last drop onto his own stomach. "Sonuvabitch.." Jane pulled out and rolled onto his back, lying in a heap beside the Engineer. His chest rose and fell with each labored breath. "You deserve a medal, Tex." "Damn straight I do," he snorted hoarsely, before he sat up on his elbows and had a good look at himself. Shit, what a sorry state... At least Solly had him out of his clothes before things got messy, though. He couldn't help but stare at the few red welts on his chest from that riding crop, and with a sigh he flopped back down, swiping a hand over his brow. "Fuckin' wore me out..." Lazily extending an arm over the side of the bed, Jane picked up Dell's abandoned underpants and tossed them onto his teammate's chest. "Clean yourself up and get comfortable. We've got a battle to win tomorrow!" He sat himself up and found his shirt, using it to wipe himself clean (he doubted the Soldier was a man who would have tissues around, helpful as they were) before he tossed it back onto the ground and squirmed into his shorts. There was one hell of an uncomfortable twinge between his legs, but he could ignore it. He wasn't some nancy, despite the apparent popular belief. When Dell came back to bed, Jane had removed his helmet and placed it on the bedside table, the riding crop placed next to it. He reclined on his pillow with a cigar clenched in his teeth. "Want a puff?" he offered, holding out the cigar. Dell smirked and got back into the bed, scratching at his stomach and widening his jaws in a yawn. There wasn't a lot of room on the single cot, but he was able to sidle up to the Soldier's side without making things too uncomfortable. "Nah, but thanks partner," he muttered, stretching out and folding his hands beneath his head. Shrugging, the Soldier puffed on his cigar and inched closer to the Engineer. He wrapped one arm around the stocky man and pulled him in. "You're alright, cadet." He didn't even pause before getting more comfortable, propping his head on the Soldier's shoulder and relaxing back. He hadn't wanted to test his boundaries or nothin', so this was the perfect answer to his mental queries. "Ain't so bad yerself," he replied with a chuckle, lightly reaching over to pat the taller man's strong thigh. "Gonna have t'show you what I got next time, see how you like it bein' on the receivin' end." "Negatory! I am the man in this situation!" Jane thumped his chest and squeezed his arm tighter around the Engineer's shoulders. " 'n yet you want me t' 'take it like a man'! That's real logical there, helmet," he huffed with a grin, turning his face a bit into to the broad man's neck. Damn he smelled awful good... "Save it for the morning, toy-maker! It's time for lights out!" There was no official lights out at 2Fort, but the Soldier enforced his own, often screaming at the rest of the team to follow suit. Unhooking his arm from around the Engineer's shoulders, he stomped to the light switch near the door and flipped it off, the stomped right back to bed. "Good night!" he whispered harshly, climbing under the covers. Mph! Dell was nearly forced right off the damn cot when the Soldier got out of it, and he did his best to clamor under the sheets once the lights went off. His night vision was unreasonably terrible (even for a man who was used to the darkened lenses of goggles) but he managed and then found himself melding up against the other man's side once he got himself comfortable. Sleep, yeah; he could do that. But, ugh… what the hell did he get himself into… And why didn't he mind? "G'night, partner."
I liked this a lot. Everyone seemed to be well in character and the sex was good (and hot, as if helmetsex could ever not be). Soldier was almost annoyingly in character (I wanted kissing dammit) I am, of course, kidding and thoroughly enjoyed this. Nice job! captcha: RALPH berundin. This will be my pseudonym if I ever require one.
I liked this! A lot. It was amusing, sexy, manly, and somehow cute. It reminded me a lot of Fun Time with Helmets that way. Certainly the characters were similar and that's not a bad thing. I enjoy rough, manly, obstinate, and ignorant Solly with a manly, patient, and easy going Engie. Only thing is the RP format, which is relatively smooth here but still a little awkward because it switches POVs so often, more so towards the end. I'd recommend reworking the whole RP next time with an attempt at either a proper 3rd person omniscient narrative flow or by breaking it up into larger portions with one character's POV before switching to the other character's POV as the scene develops. Also, stronger motivations and such, perhaps (though who doesn't love PWP?)
Wow, I was in love with this fic... and then soldier turned into a dominatrix. Where the fuck did that come from? One second he doesn't know how to give head or touch a man, then suddenly he feels the need to dominate Engineer. Your writing is fantastic and your pacing was perfect -- wonderful build-up with tension -- but halfway through you ruined it by turning the fic into something it's not. Write two fanfictions: one where Jane is an awkward, unsure mess and another where he's a dominating drill sargeant. They don't work together.
>>4 In CK's defense, it can be really hard to plan an rp, as such. They tend to just do whatever they want and shouldn't really be evaluated in terms of things like continuity or plot cohesiveness. Arguably, what you're talking about is more a characterization issue, but I wouldn't hold even that up to the same standards as any other type of fic.
I'll admit that after re-reading this I did make Solly go full dom a little too quickly. I think I intended him to get more confident once in his own quarters, but I went over the top from there (i.e. "Ankles apart, Sally!"). I'll definitely try to keep a better eye on that for the next installment.
Anonymous, being an RP does not preclude it from editing.
"Pain is weakness leaving the body!!" I am Painis cupcake. I will eat you.
Gotta love the use of the in-game lines. >>6 Dude, shut up, I liked that line.
Here's what I think the problem was, regarding Soldier's sudden change of attitude. I believe it was more his reactions of experience vs. inexperience rather than his sudden increase in dominance, so to speak. For instance, I liked the notion that he had very little idea of foreplay and assumed everything should end in missionary. This is very believable for him when he has little to no experience, especially when he is very stubborn and not that open to new ideas (and quite possibly also due to religious inclinations which would also affect his upbringing and therefore his subsequent ideas regarding sex.) That he would apply this to a man even after only having, probably minor, experience with women is very believable. The problem, as I saw it, was that he already knew how to handle anal sex. Not optimally, perhaps, but there wasn't any hesitation or at least mention of why he had no hesitation. More specifically in that vein was that he knew about lube; which can be employed, to equally good effect, with women be it anal or vaginal, but may not have been employed as frequently in that day and age for such usage. Then again, it's possible the Soldier had experience with other men regarding the act itself and was merely inexperienced with the likes of foreplay or even that he had been with some women who would have required lube if not adequately excited (which is very plausible if they weren't given any foreplay.) This could account for the dissonance that some readers experienced, as it wasn't expressed distinctly enough to know for certain. Drillbot suggested there can't be any combination of an awkward, unsure mess and a drill sergeant and this is true. Here I don't feel the Soldier was a complete mess at first so it didn't strike me as strongly when I first read it. There can be an in-between where the person has a little uncertainty rather than being a completely insecure and uncertain individual. The Soldier never struck me as being shy and innocent, in this narrative and in general. He is bold by nature so, even when awkward I can easily see him being bold. How I saw it, when reading, was that his awkwardness only revolved around the initial foreplay and courtship (for lack of a better word), which he was uncertain about. Once that was out of the way and he was being presented with the direct beginnings for the act itself, which he clearly had some knowledge of, he felt comfortable and confident. Thus his natural desire to dominate came through and he felt no desire to be instructed. He was in his element, as far as he was concerned. In the end, my personal view is that it was a minor issue. It could have been resolved with a tiny bit of work, to make the reasoning more apparent. Basically, a beta reader could have probably picked up on it and it would have required only a little editing to address the issue. Honestly, the thing that kicked me out of the story was the idea of the Soldier showering with his helmet on. As funny as it was, that I found unbelievable. It would've made more sense if the helmet being removed had happened before entering the showers and then when it was off, they entered the showers. Again, minimal editing, really.
how the hell does this have so few replies. this shit was dynamite. id love to see more stuff of this nature
Part II! Collab'd with metalxmanagement, and beta'd by Ragwurm1256. ------------------------------------ The morning following the helmeted members of Reliable Excavation and Demolition's romp was one full of awkward silences. The two had risen at half past four, each only flashing a sort of half-smile before sheepishly tip-toeing to the showers. Neither looked at one another while they washed up. Breakfast was equally silent, though Soldier did manage to work up the courage to touch his boot to the Engineer's under the table. The day's battle had ended in a stalemate. Soldier had smashed a few Spies, blasting away any potential sappers, but each company's suitcase ultimately remained in their respective basements. "Excellent job on the field, private!" Jane cried, squeezing the Engineer's shoulder when it came time to pack up the dispensers. "Keeping those ugly sonsabitches BLUs in their places!" Dell had barely slept a wink. But it wasn't due to a lack of trying. It just seemed that every time he began to drift into that relaxing flotsam of slumber-- wham!-- the Soldier would shift and drive one of those thick elbows into his gut. Or his ribs. Or his face. And all that, combined with the aching discomfort right between his hindquarters, led up to a damn uncomfortable time on the battlefield. Yes, he'd done his part, but he knew deep down that his efforts had been lackluster. He could've done better; could've run to broken teleporters a little faster, set his sentries up a little quicker… and that fact was chafing his ass far more than Jane's exploits the night before had. Either way, soured disposition or not, the fighting came to that stalemate and the Engineer was at least glad they hadn't lost. He swiped a bead of sweat off of his brow with a forearm before replacing his hardhat on his head, kneeling down before a dispenser to put the ol' gal away. That hard smack to the back came unexpected and he near about went face first into the device, were it not for the quick thinking of one braced hand. "Yea', I s'pose," he replied politely, his mouth pulled into a small, terse frown in all his focus of just getting everything put away. "Don't be modest! Take the damn compliment!" the Soldier roared. He watched the rest of the team filter back into the base, hanging back until they were all out of sight, then dropped to one knee beside the Engineer. He raised one hand to place on Dell's back, but jerked it away when a puff of smoke bloomed beside them. The more Solly lingered around, the more Dell wanted to say something. Anything; just enough to get some kind of a reading on the man about the night before. And he was near about to, before he caught that whiff of smoke and straightened up real quick. "Something wrong, gentlemen?" the Spy asked, dusting off his lapels. "You are not hurt, Monsieur Engineer, are you?" He smiled wryly. "You looked rather...uncomfortable behind your dispenser today." Damn Spy... "Oh I'm fine," the Texan drawled, his shoulders bouncing with an easy chuckle. "Maybe I'm jus' gettin' old." He got to his feet with a grunt and then lifted the packed dispenser, crooking a brow at the Frenchman behind the brim of his hardhat as he continued to play it off with amusement. "I'd watch out if I were you, partner. Them aches of age might be comin' yer way next." "Doubtful," the Spy replied coolly. "Not hiding behind a little toy gun has kept me quite fit, non?" He laughed, smirking down at the Engineer. "I'll see you back at base. Au revoir, gentlemen." Dell felt his nose crinkling, but he didn't think too much of it. Damned Spy, it was just his way. Let the fella go on thinkin' he was worth all that self-importance and he'd find someone else to pester. Course, he often had the same philosophy with the Soldier, too. And now look at 'em. Jane snarled at the Spy's retreating back. "Damn cowardly French!" he growled. He turned to the Engineer and started to reach for the packed dispenser. "Give me that, cadet! You should...save your strength. For battle!" "Oh, uh…" When his dispenser was taken from him, his first instinct was a brash, protective one, but he had to push that off for the mere fact of what Solly was doing. Or tryin' to do. Wasn't like he didn't notice a sudden spout of manners from the guy. "Thanks, I 'ppreciate it. Only got a few more to get b'fore I take 'em in to the shop." "And I will take those, too!" Jane shouldered the dispenser and gave a sharp nod. After the night they'd had, he felt obliged to help the Engineer carry his things. After all, he was the man in this situation! It was only right for him to haul around his "lady"'s things. The dirt was swiped off of his knee pads as he got to his feet, a curious expression flicking toward the taller man from behind the dark lenses of his welder's goggles. "Reckon it'd be a might foolish t'not ask this, so-- why?" He had a sneaking suspicion, of course, but there was also the idea that maybe Solly had seen how poorly he'd done on the field today and... this was possibly his kind way of lettin' him know about it. It's not like they were that heavy. "Because it is my duty as the man!" the Soldier barked back. "You are welcome to carry the level one sentry, cadet, but I will take the rest!" He faltered slightly, adjusting his shoulder to balance both the dispenser and his own rocket launcher. It was doubtful that he'd be able to take anything else, but woe upon anyone who tried to tell him that. "…" Dell almost plum fell over his own damn feet, his jaw going slack for a few mind-numbing moments before he pulled himself out of his stupor long enough to quicken his pace and catch up with the Soldier. Not just to catch up, but to grab him by the back of the damn collar and make him halt. "What'd you say? Yer duty as 'the man'? 'n what 'n the hell does that make me?!" "The woman!" Jane said matter-of-factly. "You were on the bottom. Everbody knows that the woman goes on the bottom!" He wrenched his collar out of Dell's hand and continued his march to the next sentry. Dell felt his face flare up with heat, partially from embarrassment-- but mostly pure dag'ole rage. His jaw grit strongly and he glared holes into Solly's back as he stomped off all damn smug 'n... For a brief moment, his gaze tilted to one side. How fittin' that they'd be standing right along a hill. He nodded to himself, his resolve full and confident, and then he hurried up to catch up to the man again. But this time he reached up, grabbed his collapsed dispenser from where it rested on the man's shoulder, and then with a foot kicked him square in the ass, right down that hill. Jane went down helmet over heels, kicking up dust as he tumbled down the hill. He finally stopped, fittingly, when he slammed into a decomissioned dispenser. "What the hell do you think you're doing, maggot?!" he screamed. He snatched up his rocket launcher and pointed it up the hill. One finger trembled over the trigger. "I will blast you all the way to Hell if you don't gimme an answer, cadet! Explain!" The Engineer felt that one, but that didn't mean he felt sorry for the asshole. "Well I'll be damned, Sarge. What're you doin' all the way down there?" He feigned a befuddled expression long enough to tip the brim of his hardhat up with his thumb, but then he just couldn't muster the focus and a broad grin stretched out over his face. Aah, sweet lady revenge felt so good. "I guess, seein' as how yer at the bottom 'a that there hill now, I'll jus' be finishin' up here and gettin' on my way." His snicker bubbled up but he held it just a little longer, politely tipping his hardhat to the fallen soldier. "You have a pleasant evenin', ma'am." "You god-damned draft-dodging Canadian!" The lump on his head hurt, but his pride ached more. Dropping the rocket launcher in the dust, the Soldier scrambled to his feet and charged up the hill with his shovel drawn. His usual sneer had warped into an out-and-out war face, lips pulled back over his teeth as he let out a battle cry. Dell was making a mild-mannered escape when he heard that scuffing of motion and then that-- ah damnit-- that loud shout getting closer. Maybe he should mosey a little quicker. …Okaymaybeheshouldrun. "HEE-YAHHH!" he howled as he swung the shovel in an arc, landing on the Engineer's hardhat with a loud CLANG. "Take that, you ugly bookworm!" But just as he glanced back over his shoulder to assess just how much time he had to save his ass, CLANG!, his vision went out and all he could feel was the hard hit of the ground on his knees and then his side. That damn blow seemed to reverberate through his bones, and he knew he was out of it. For how long, he couldn't even guess-- all he knew was eventually he was thinkin' again, blinking blearily with double-vision. When the Engineer came to, Jane was squatting beside him, poking his shoulder with the tip of the shovel. He grinned when he saw movement. "You're alive!" he exclaimed, grinning broadly. He tapped Dell's hard hat with the handle of the shovel. "'S a good helmet ya got there! Anything softer and I woulda sent you back to respawn!" He stood, placing a hand on his hip and triumphantly planting his shovel in the red dirt. "Now get up, Sally! Those dispensers still need picking up!" Dell dizzily moved a hand to his head, feeling along the familiar shape of his hardhat. …what was that. A dent? The crazy motherhubbard actually dented it?! Oh. Oh. If he could just get right on his feet, he'd take that shovel and put it where the sun didn't shine. "Go… away…." he growled, teeth gritting together as he pushed himself onto hands and knees, then just the latter, expelling a loud puff of breath as his head tipped back and the world kept on spinnin'. "Don't want yer help. Don't want yer comments. Jus'… go in the base…" "Crazy talk!" Jane shouted. He hooked his arms under the dizzy Texan's and hauled him upward, balancing him on his feet. "You need an escort, private. The vultures'll getcha if you try walking back to base like this," he continued, trying to sound helpful despite being the one to cause the Engineer harm. "We'll get the dispensers later." Somehow the ground was lurching without his consent, and it took him a moment before he realized that the Soldier wasn't listening to him (big surprised) and hauling him into the base. "Now wait a minute, I gotta get 'em now 'ncase it rains 'r…" …ah, to hell with it. Dell just gave a nice exhale and decided to go with the flow, using the oh-so-helpful assistance Jane was offering in order to get his wits about him. Didn't change the fact that he was still pissed. Real pissed. And… even when his head cleared up on him, he didn't walk sure-footed, continuing to lean on the man as if he really needed the help. But the gears in his mind were already turnin', and he wasn't done with this grudge just yet. "S'pose I jus' need t'sit a spell…" "Should I get a Medic?" The Soldier's voice had calmed, and his grip on his teammate's shoulder softened. Was that a hint of remorse in his tone? He stopped his marching and allowed the Engineer to lean on him. He chanced a hand on Dell's cheek, gently running his knuckles over the stubble. "Nah…" Dell shook his head, idly tipping it against the touch to his face. He honestly hadn't realized he'd even done it; it just… felt nice. Almost made him feel guilty for how pissed he was but-- just almost. "Jus' git me to my room, I'd appreciate it," he muttered, sliding his arm around the broad man's frame and just hanging his head for the time being. Jane just nodded silently. They stumbled back to base together, the Soldier checking every few minutes to make sure Dell wasn't bleeding from the ears or passing out. He handled the Texan with an unfamiliar tenderness, like how one might carry a sick child or an injured animal. When they finally reached the outside door to the Engineer's workshop, Jane nudged Dell's jaw. "I need the code," he admitted sheepishly, pointing at the number back affixed to the lock. "Mm?" Dell glanced up to see the door and the lock, and he just gave a weary chuckle before pushing the man's face aside. "Dun look," he murmured, before taking care of that personally and getting the door open. Once inside the workshop he sighed, always put at ease by the constant humming of all those lights and ventilators. He drew himself away from Jane, leaning against the nearest worktable and removing his hardhat. "Do me a fav'r… got a first aid kit in the space over there, get it fer me?" He gestured idly toward a set of lockers, and he did his best to hide his smirk. Wasn't any damn first aid kit in there... "Over here?" Jane asked, blindly following the direction of Dell's finger to the lockers. He opened any unlocked doors, groping through the cabinets and sweeping aside all sorts of gadgets in his search for the fabled first aid kit. Several times he drew out what he thought was the kit, only to find a spare battery or deactivated sapper in his hand. "Where'd you say it was? I'm not finding anything in this mess!" The Engineer watched him amble away, and then he glanced down to yank open a drawer beneath the work table. He quickly picked up a small glass jar and a cloth, removing the lid and giving the material a good dip inside. "Should be in there!" he called over his shoulder, and then he was closing the distance, footsteps quiet and careful before he was right behind the American-- his stocky arm swung around him and that doused cloth went right over his mouth. He and the Doc enjoyed trading things with one another every once in a while for the sake of science on both their parts-- and he'd never had a need for this chloroform before now. Taken aback by the ambush, Jane gasped, unknowingly taking in a lungful of the anesthetic. He began to slump, fighting to stay awake under the effects of the anesthetic. "Night, sunshine…" "You..." Before he could say another word, the Soldier went limp, going completely ragdoll in the Engineer's arms. His jaw hung slightly open, exposing a pink tongue and molars that could crush a man's wrist. "Atta boy, Solly." Dell worked quickly, first hefting the Soldier's body onto his bed. Heavy sonuvabitch, maybe he really did need to work out a lil' more. Returning to that work bench, he carefully picked through various coils of cording on the cork board, picking the nicest thin, rubber cable he had. Best to be sure on this occasion. -- It didn't take too terribly long, and once he was finished his fingers gently strummed at the strings of his guitar. Poor ol' Jane was laid out on the Engineer's bed, stripped down to his patriotic little boxers with his wrists tied up behind his back. A real simple setup, but it'd do the trick. And as for Dell, he'd gotten himself comfortable, sitting on the bed with his back to the wall and his legs draped over the small of the Soldier's bare back, an already empty can of beer against his side and a relaxed smile on his face. The deep humming of the guitar was the first thing the Soldier registered when he woke up. He sluggishly tried to move his hands to push himself up, but was shocked to find them tied neatly as a package behind his back. Fear bolted through his chest. There he was, naked and bound in the very lair of a man that could vaporize him if he so pleased. Dell crooked a brow as a bit of rustling began to jostle his legs, but he just kept on playing, not allowing all of that stark shoutin' to disrupt his tune. "What is this?" Jane growled, straining his neck to look over his shoulder. "You son of a bitch, you gassed me! I'll eat your god-damned heart for this!" He tried to lift his legs, but the Engineer had him pinned. "Good, yer alive," he greeted in a repeat of the Soldier's tone from earlier, his own plenty double-edged. He glanced over toward him and grunted; what a sad sight. The fella could barely see like that. Well, he was a merciful kinda guy. Pausing in his little etude, Dell reached over and plucked the helmet off of the man's cranium to make sure he could get as nice a view as he wanted, given that limited movement. And then the helmet went right onto of his own head and he grinned, digits methodically resuming their play. "You ever stop 'n just think, Solly? Let yerself get a little… philosophical?" "Philosophy's for hippies!" Jane spat back, baring his teeth at the Engineer. He tried forcing his wrists apart, attempting to snap the wire holding them together, but it only caused the cord to cut deeper into his skin. With that failing, he tried getting himself up onto his knees, but all his scrabbling only managed to tire him out faster. "You pansy! I give you a little tap on the head and you use your science on me! Typical female behavior!" "Careful there, partner, that cable's rubber. More you squirm, tighter it's gonna get." Dell's tone dropped to give out that warning, but then the guitar notes plucked back to life and he sighed, tipping his head back. That helmet eased over his brow and blocked out most of the lights. It was almost kind of soothing, save for the sticky heat the damn thing seemed to be carrying inside it. Like wearin' a sauna on your head. "--course, it's a funny thing you'd mention female behavior. That happened t'be just what I was thinkin' about." Again the Texan's maw relaxed into a smile, and his legs crossed over each other as they sat laying across the squirming man's body. "Well, not just that, but I've been askin' myself the age-old question, 'What defines a man?' Now you might start snortin' and jeerin' at that, but it's actually a pretty interestin' little concept t'contemplate…" "A man is somebody who does not hide behind a wall of gizmos on the battlefield!" Jane interjected. He struggled in his bonds, hissing as the cables around his wrists rubbed his skin raw. His legs were free, but with the Engineer sitting on top of him there was little more he could do than kick helplessly at the mattress. "Let me up and your death will be quick, private! I'll bite your damn ankles off if that's what it takes!" "Yanno, some folks might think that," Dell interrupted, rather effectively ignoring all those threats flying his way. "But I s'pose it’s awful subjective." He glanced down, taking note of the Soldier's straining muscles as his arms and shoulders pulled and his legs squirmed and hips wiggled. Like a buckin' bronco, he was. "Different cultures look at a man in different ways. Some say a man's the one who kills the most, others might say he's the one who nurtures 'r provides the most." A light chuckle bounced at his chest then and he grinned, squirming a bit where he sat to get more comfortable. " 'n, fer the sake'a argument-- let's take our culture. The good ol' U S of A. You'll find this interestin', Solly. Did you know, in our culture, most would look at the man who drops down 'n sucks another man's dick to be less of a man? They'd even go as far as to claim that he might be the woman 'tween the two of 'em." His grin was practically shit-eating now, and he paused his playing in order to tip the helmet up with his thumb, wanting a nice look at the ol' boy. "Now don't that just beat all?" "YOU HAD MY HELMET!" Jane bucked and flopped, wriggling like a catfish in a net as he tried to squirm out from under the Engineer's weight. Sweat bloomed over his naked back. "I am not a woman! I am a MAN! More man than you could even dream to handle, Sally May! What about last night? You went down like a school girl the second you hit the sheets!" Dell snickered through his teeth, and one leg stretched out so that he could push Jane's tied fists up farther from his back. Just a little pressure, to hopefully get him from squirmin' around. It was messin' with his rhythm. "Oh, so yer not a woman… Well, wait a minute here. Yer sayin' that America, that Lady Liberty herself is wrong about somethin'? That maybe it's just somehow possible fer two men t'have their time together and still come out with their masculinity in tact? Well that's just crazy talk, Soldier!" Jane opened his mouth to say something, started, but faltered and stopped. He turned his head and laid it down on the bed, eyes screwed shut in anger. Dell had him beat there. What kind of card carrying Commie would he be to deny anything put forth by the U.S. of A? "You win, toymaker," he grunted, one lip curled in a sneer. His arms ached. "And I am sorry for calling you a women. Now, if you accept my apology, please get this fucking cord off of me!" The Texan sighed, fingers flicking over the frets to play a nice little étude to go with those words. 'You win'-- boy was that sweet. Almost like a gah'dang love song. And that apology on top? And oh, oh, the proper use of 'please'? Well he was just smitten, right then and there. Course, then the man was requesting he be untied, and that… well, he didn't approve too highly of that. "But Solly," he muttered, mouth tugging into a terse frown as he leaned forward on his perch. Even the music stopped. "I ain't fucked you yet." "And you will not!" Jane cried, arching his back in a futile attempt to keep away from any probing fingers. He looked for any possible hint of a smile, of mercy tinting that frown or hiding behind thick black lenses. Not a trace was found. "Sorry there, green bean; m'afraid we're gonna have t'agree t'disagree," Dell sighed, grunting lightly as he shifted himself toward the nearest edge of the cot. He reached over and safely put his guitar on the ground, and then smacked his hands together before rubbing a little warmth into them. "Now don't make me be a brute 'n tape yer mouth shut. Don't feel much like doin' that, but if ya sway my hand I ain't gonna have no choice…" The Soldier was silent. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, gasping for breath. He was going to be the woman. That frightened him more than any spray of bullets or cloud of fire ever had. He was the man! The man... …There. That was what he wanted to see. No more'a that blind, arrogant sass-back. Sure, the Soldier was plum out of his mind most of the time, but that couldn’t hold up forever. "Now, now, don't you fret," Dell murmured, closing one hand on top of the larger man's fists, just in case they decided to start grabbing or scratching at whatever they could. Carefully he brought himself to straddle the man's hips, promptly having a seat on his ass and looking the great expanse of muscle that was Mister Jane Doe's back over. "See? We're already gettin' on much better. Pays t'be polite, now don't it?" "Yes..." Jane murmured, rolling his shoulders back in an attempt to ease some of the strain on his back. He had a strong back, with muscles stacked from years of toting around the rocket launcher. The skin was taut and now, slick with cool sweat. A few scars were scattered here and there--a bullet wound, a slash from a butterfly knife, a patch of mottle tissue left behind from a spray of shrapnel--the skin of a fighter. He really was a piece of work, that Soldier. So much testosterone and muscle all crammed into one angry body. Really wasn't a wonder he went apeshit on the battle field so often-- the guy probably bred himself for that kinda life. Dell kept that one hand over the man's fists, just for safety's sake, but the other pressed itself down between Jane's thick shoulder blades, carefully rolling his fingertips in tight little circles. "Ain't always gotta be so tense, Sol'. Don't fergit we're on the same team." Hopefully. There was no Spy-checking in this position. He would have to trust that Dell wouldn't suddenly decide to plant the balisong right where his hand was. He wasn't sure if respawn even functioned after the day's battle had ended, and was not keen on experimenting with the idea. "This is a mite differ'nt then havin' you bark at me with that crop, eh partner?" Dell smiled and gently pat the man's back, squirming a little to get more comfortable on his makeshift seat. Different indeed; not necessarily better or worse either. 'least in his opinion, he had a feeling ol' Jane would disagree. "Yes," Jane grunted, glancing back at the Engineer. Spy or not, it seemed it would be in his best interest to go along with anything Dell asked of him and to keep his mouth shut. He didn't want to see what the other man had on hand in case he mouthed off. "Can I please at least sit up?" he asked softly, timid despite his gravelly voice. "Will in a minute, if yer good." He was a reasonable guy, after all. And if Solly kept dottin' his I's and crossin' his T's like that, he might just have to oblige the man a littler sooner than he'd previously intended. Dell was a bit cautious about leaving the Soldier's hands unattended to, but he carefully moved both palms to the man's shoulders, giving the hard bunches of rocks-- err, muscles a good knead and a squeeze. A small sigh escaped the Soldier's mouth as a bit of the ache in his shoulders melted away under Dell's hands. What could he say? The man had talented fingers, gentle from years of handling the delicate innards of the sentries and dispensers. When the pad of the Engineer's thumb pressed against an especially tight knot, Jane couldn't stop himself from moaning softly. "Ahp-- looks like I found myself a button," Dell chuckled, his hands pausing in their diligent care to focus together at that pesky knot. He smoothed the heels of his palms over the area a few times to warm it up, and then his thumbs moved back in, applying a careful pressure and then rolling the touch outward. He'd get that tangle of sinew loose; an easy problem solved. It was also more than worth the reward of seeing Solly relax-- not that he wasn't amusing as a wigglin' captive, too. "How's 'at feel, boy..." "I am not your boy!" Jane hissed, clenching his jaw. After another gentle roll of Dell's thumb, though, he grudgingly murmured, "Good...I suppose." He rolled his shoulders again. "Better'n bein' my 'woman', right?" Dell chuckled again, and then paused to put a bit more effort into the rubdown. At first it was just to let the Soldier relax, but he was always too damn methodical about his projects. Once he started, he needed to finish. "Hope that helps ya see my side'a things. Didn't 'ppreciate what you said 'bout me bein' some woman. Not one damn bit." "I already apologized!" Jane shouted, balling his hands into fists until his knuckles turned white. "What am I supposed to call you, then? And why are you so damn mad? I was trying to be a gentleman!" "Now I'm sure somewhere in that head'a scrambled eggs was a good intention Solly, I know that. But yer skirtin' way off'a the point. Point is, I ain't any less of a man than you are. And you ain't less'a one than me." His palms flattened to that broad back and he drug them down, thumbs rubbing along both sides of the Soldier's thick, powerful spine. Till he got to those tied fists and had to stop, of course. "--ain't too much t'ask to jus' be equal on this, is it? I'd like that." "Do you expect me to go on the bottom then, private? Because I will not! I will respect you as a man on the battlefield, but in my bedroom you are to always be on the bottom!" A vein on his temple throbbed as he strained to look the Engineer in the face. All the muscles in his back tensed again, undoing all of Dell's work. "If you enjoy it, then you do it! I will not take part in it!" Dell sat back on his knees, tipping the Soldier's helmet on his own head up so that he could see the expression on his face. He was serious; the guy was plum serious. Ah well, he'd just have to use more gun. "Yeah yeah, at ease..." he murmured, planting his hands on either side of Solly's head, tipping down to press his lips against the hot skin at the back of his neck. "M'curious though. Did ya like it?" His eyes glanced up toward the man's face, but that was all hidden behind his goggles. "Gettin' on her knees in that shower 'n puttin' that mouth'a yers around my dick? Felt real good, what ya did..." Jane struggled to answer, huffing and puffing as he searched for what he thought to be the "right" answer. The press of warmth against his neck made him moan, but he couldn't manage to spit out a single word. He buried his face in the bed and squeezed his eyes shut. If he couldn't give the correct answer, than he just wouldn't give one at all. "C'mon now, Soldier," Dell tried again, pausing to tug his goggles down off of his face so they would hang around his neck. He wanted to see all of this clearly. "Be honest with me, s'an order. If'n you didn't like it, that's fine. But if you did, I wanna know..." The Soldier remained silent. He kept his face pressed to the scratchy wool of the RED Co. issued blanket that covered Dell's bed. Finally, he raised his head, eyes trained on the mattress, and muttered, "Yeah." He wrinkled his nose, trying to disguise a sniffle as a disgusted snort. A smile crept over the Engineer's face and he reached up to brush his calloused fingers through that short crop of hair on that buzz cut, the gesture soothing as his lips settled against the shell of the Soldier's ear. "Atta boy... s'what I thought. I knew you were havin' a good time, I saw it on yer face while you swallowed down every inch I gave ya." "I swear, private, if you tell anyone I will eat your fucking ribs, bones and all." Jane lifted his head and turned his face to brush his lips against Dell's cheek. The prickle of the Texan's stubble against his lip made him shudder. "And you know I'll do it." Dell eased onto his knees again, keeping his face close for just a moment longer so that he could enjoy the dry touch of those lips and the warmth of the man's breath on his cheek. He wanted to just tackle the motherhubbard in a liplock 'n show him a thing 'r two, but-- not yet. "Yessir," he simply replied, grinning and finally leaning away to sit back up properly. Again, the view was just fantastic. "I oughta tie you up more of'en, Solly," he mused aloud, scooting down a bit on his knees so that his hands could easily slide over the elastic waist of those Americana boxer shorts. "Wait!" Jane yelped, squirming out of the Engineer's hands. He looked over his shoulder, brow knit together. "You told me if I was good I could sit up, and I've been plenty good, private! Now let me up!" He was willing to let the Engineer play, hell, he was even excited for it, but he wanted to be able to see what was going on. Dell paused, looking somewhat confused for a moment before it all came rushing back to him. "...reckon I did say that, didn't I?" Well, fair was fair. Jane had been pretty good so far-- no headbutting, kicks to the groin, anything like that-- so to go back on his word would be right terrible of him. "A'ight partner, up we go!" He lifted high on his knees so that he wasn't sitting on him, giving his tied arms a gradual pull so the man could lean back and distribute his weight properly on his knees. Jane groaned as he was pulled onto his knees, sagging back against the headboard of Dell's bed. He was grateful to finally be able to see the Engineer's face fully, and even managed a lopsided smile before falling back into a scowl. "Can I have my helmet, too?" "No, sir!" Dell grinned with that quick reply-- and just to make sure the man didn't take it from him, he slipped the helmet off of his head and tossed it to the side. He watched as it bounced off of the ground without a ding and skid to a stop a good distance away; that oughta do it. "Don't need you hidin' from me anymore." "You're lucky you had the brains to tie me up, maggot!" Jane snapped. He slumped against the headboard, sulking with his shoulders hunched up around his ears. "So what are you going to do, huh? How're we going to be "equals" here?" Just watching that hard-shelled man collapsing in on himself was a treat, and Dell smirked for a moment, just taking the gifts as they came to him. But then he was posed with that little question, and to answer it he crawled forward without another word, hooking a broad hand up behind the Soldier's neck to jerk him forward. Target acquired; he went straight in and mashed his lips against that frowning set with a fervent power. How nice it was to not have to worry about getting shoved away before even getting started! "Mmgh!" The kiss took him by surprise, and Jane had a mouthful of Dell's tongue before he could even turn his head away to resist. It had been ages since he'd kissed anyone--years, even. Having a beefy guy like the Engineer be his first in years was...well, it was unexpected, to say the least. It wasn't all that bad--kind of nice, even. Before long he found himself returning the kiss, twisting his tongue around Dell's. The taste of beer still lingered on the Texan's tongue. By some folks' standards, Dell was already a humble man, but while he certainly knew what he was doin' with a willin' pair of lips against his own, he wasn't one to brag. A handful of experience with different people of the evening (and most of them when he was still a damn boy), he just went about things logically. He knew what he wanted, what his partner might want. So he went for it, no subtlety about it. He tasted Solly's tongue and his teeth, the hard ridges at the roof of his mouth and the soft, wet insides of his cheeks. Not having to worry about gettin' his damn tongue bitten off was a definite relief, and he was able to focus on more important matters; like how damn firm the Soldier's chest was against his hands. Enthusiastic as he might have been, Jane pulled away panting and let his head loll to the side. The corners of his mouth turned up in a grin. "Give me my hands back," he pleaded, leaning forward and letting his chin rest on the Engineer's shoulder. His wrists strained against the wires again, but could not slip from their bonds. "Please, please..." He was half hard. It disgusted him, how easily the other man was able to turn him on, but who had to know? "Hmm..." Dell mulled the idea over in his head, his hands moving around Jane's body to smooth over his heated back. Guy was already sweatin'; he hadn't even realized yet that he was too. He tipped his head, jaw nudging against the larger man's ear and temple as his fingers idly drifted over the fine knotting in that rubber cable. "You gonna turn on me if I do?" "No..." Jane frowned and pressed his hips up against what he could reach of Dell's body. He sunk his teeth into the man's neck, locking them into the same mark from the previous night. He pulled away to whisper in the Engineer’s ear. "Just lemme touch ya, cadet." Well, now he had to think. Just how much did he trust his teammate? Impulse would answer "bout as far as I can throw him", but that was based on the man's damn shell. And he'd chipped past that-- 'least he hoped so. ...besides, the idea of letting those hands lose to do whatever they wanted, it was mighty tempting. Dell bit his lower lip, a low groan reverberating in his throat when those teeth sunk in against his neck. That was enough to convince him, and he quickly slid his thumb beneath one section of the knot, giving a simple tug, twist, and pull, and the cable loosened completely and he was able to pull it off and toss it mindlessly to one side. Instead of going right for Dell's throat, the Soldier's hands wrapped around the Engineer's body, coursing down his back and under his ass. Eventually, they did slide back up to grip his neck, but only to tip his chin up. "Just remember what you said, private. We're both men here. You don't want to be the girl, then don't make me the girl either. Understand?" Dell grinned, all teeth and all spark in his eye as he was given that warning. "Affirmative, Sarge," he replied swiftly, his eyes then flicking down in time to watch one of his hands go for broke, sliding down the hard muscles of Solly's stomach and slipping underneath the waistband of his boxers. Jane's fingers tightened reflexively when he felt the Engineer's fingers wrapping around his cock. He bucked up into the warmth of his palm, his cock throbbing already. "Careful down there, cadet. It'd be a shame to send a man to respawn with a hard-on." "Don't worry, m' gonna be real good to ya," Dell murmured in a husky tone under his breath, eyes already half-closed just from the feel of that angry erection in his hand. He traced his thumb along the throbbing vein, the smooth curve of the head and the bit of moisture that was already beading there-- just damn beautiful. But then his hand was back out and tugging at Jane's boxers; he didn't just want them down, he wanted 'em off. And fast. "Help me out 'ere, would ya?" The Soldier scrambled out of his boxers, chucking the red-white-and-blue underthings off to the side, where they fluttered down on top of the abandoned helmet. He grasped the straps of Engie's overalls and pulled him in close. After pressing another hasty kiss to his lips, he leaned in close, until his lips were touching the rim of Dell's ear. "Do your worst, maggot. I can take it!" he hissed, yanking on the straps. "M'sure you can," Dell nearly groaned, biting back the sound and remaining cool for now-- he had plenty of time to lose it once things got goin'. His hands slid over the man's naked hips, still reveling on how the bastard could have so much lean muscle mass on him, but then Solly was yankin' on his straps and jostling him into a snicker. "A'ight now, I got it," he murmured, reaching up to still the Soldier's hands before he leaned back and looked him dead in the eye. "Want ya t'turn around. Need behind ya fer this." Jane paused, grimacing as he grasped what was to come next. He let his hands slide down to rest at his sides, where they twisted in the sheets. "Already?" he asked timidly, suddenly as shy as he had been in the showers the night before. Wait--what was he afraid of?! He was the Solider, god-dammit! Fearless, dangerously so at some points. Dropping the fear from his face, he took a deep breath, fixed his face into a sneer and turned onto his stomach, glaring at the Engineer over his shoulder. "Well, Sally, what are you waiting for?!" Dell watched the man so obviously conflicting within himself-- it was cute as hell. Not that he'd ever utter such a thing to the Soldier. Well, maybe if he got him good and liquored up, but even that was risky. Anyway... "We're gonna go real slow like, so just relax 'n enjoy it..." The Texan smirked and licked his lips before his forefinger dipped into his maw, sliding out a moment later nice and slicked. He had plenty of jars of this and that around that he could use for this kind of thing, but he wasn't going to just ram his damn fella in there without any kind of preparation (like some men liked to do), so this'd be just fine. "Pick up yer be'hind 'n quit scowlin' at me." "Cry some more, cowboy! I'll scowl at whoever I want!" Still, he got up on his knees and elbows, squatting on the bed with his thighs slightly apart. He gritted his teeth, his lip very near quivering when he saw Dell slicking up his fingers with nothing but saliva. At least he had bothered with something more than spit! "Hurry it up!" he urged. "I could've broken your god-damned neck by now if I'd wanted to! Go for the kill, you coward!" "I swear tah God Solly, you keep yammerin' on at me an' kill my engine, I'm gonna tie you back up 'n leave you in Scout's room." His tone was far from joking and he braced a hand onto the center of the Soldier's back, pushing him down a bit further just to reiterate his point. Stubbornness was commendable, sure, but only to a certain point. "Now we're doin' this my way, 'n yer gonna shut up 'n quit yer bitchin'." It went without saying, but clearly the other man's definition of sex was a bit-- cut 'n dry. 'n there weren't much satisfaction in that at all. Course, part of it could be nerves; those quick glances and tightening muscles didn't go unnoticed, of course. But at the same time, he wasn't gonna play into it and back down. Hell no. Carefully, and still holding the Soldier's back down into the bed, Dell slid his fingertips against the man's backside, gently prodding into the crease until he found that tight little ring of muscle, just waitin' for his fine attentions. Despite all of his shouting at the Engineer to take charge, Jane's body shrank away as best it could from Dell's hand. His hips dug into the rough wool of the blankets, but could only scoot so far away until thick, calloused fingers were pressing against him, then suddenly inside of him. He sucked air in through clenched teeth. He dared not say a word about the pain, though--he wasn't just going to whine like some kind of woman! "Don't be afraid, cadet! Go--Go on!" he grunted hoarsely. "Finish the job!" With eyes squeezed shut he nervously anticipated the next push of the Engineer's wrist, one that he was afraid would make him whimper or cry out. "I know y'don't care much fer the suspense, but try 'n quit worryin'. You know I ain't gonna hurt ya if I can help it," Dell soothed, still careful and ginger as his forefinger probed the tight cling of the Soldier's ass. The digit plunged in just a few inches before twisting and rubbing, trying to do as he'd done with the man's back and massage out all of the tension. This was foreign territory for him, he knew that, so even though the man thought he'd just prefer it over quick, the ol' Texan knew better. But, he could put a bit more effort into distracting, he supposed-- his free hand slid underneath the subtle lift of Jane's hips, hand warmly wrapping around that stiff cock again and giving him a few swift strokes. Those few soft tugs were able to draw a groan out of the ornery military man, pleasured despite the stinging in his rear end. His shoulders pressed into the surface of the bed, and in turn his hips turned upward. The pain slowly began to melt away, transforming from a sharp sting to a mere dull ache as he was stretched by the Texan's skilled fingers. He had to admit, the man had positively magic hands. He even got a yelp out of Jane when the tips of Dell's fingers bumped something just...spectacular. "Engie..." he panted, his body reflexively tightening around the thick digits. The corners of Dell's mouth curved into a satisfied smile; that was much better. He stretched his middle finger down and lightly massaged it against the man's testicles as he continued, plunging his forefinger in deeper, then faster, working at every possible angle he could so not a touch of those insides went wanting. "There y'go Solly…" he murred, tone husky and silken under his breath. His rough thumb eased back and forth over the leaking curve of Jane's cockhead, smearing the fluid about to assist in the passes of his hand. "S'at feel good..?" "Christ, yes!" Jane shouted, thrusting his cock through the channel made by the Engineer's loosely gripped fist. He raked his teeth over his bottom lip and tried to hold back, all the while his thighs trembling and threatening to slip. That damned Texan was going to make him come before he could even get his hands on the other man! "Engie, please!" he groaned, scrabbling at the sheets. He wanted this, wanted to just come more than anything right then, but he couldn't let it be over so quickly. Shit, the Engineer was nearly groaning through his teeth just watching the man squirming. Both of his hands stopped in their labor, and he gave himself a brief moment to think. He had to take this motherhubbard right now, but he knew he hadn't prepared him enough to go dry. His backside was still stingin' from the night before, he didn't need a chafin' set downstairs to go with it. A short sigh of frustration left him as he came to his decision and he drew his hands away, leaning down and brushing his lips over a particularly gruesome scar he'd had his eye on. Just touching it to his mouth was pleasure in itself. "Now you sit here a minute 'n hold it. Hear me, Soldier?" He gave his side a pat and then slipped off of the bed, heading straight for a odd and ends toolbox he had nearby. He knew he had a jar of good ol' Vaseline in there. "That's an order, so don't you disappoint me 'n come early." Jane's response was a disappointed groan. His hips hovered just above the bed, though his cock clung to it with a strand of clear, sticky pre. "This some kind of punishment, private?" He asked, lifting himself up on his elbows. The tip of his dick brushed against the rough weave of the blanket, sending a bolt of overwhelming sensation up his spine. "You'd better hurry, or I'll see to it that you'll never get the firebug ta Spy-check for you again!" He watched the Engineer pick through the massive toolbox from behind, admiring the Texan's broad shoulders and strong back. It made him chuckle to think that just the night before he'd had that big buck square on his back, pinned to the mattress and moaning for him. Just for him. "Ah bullshit," Dell chuckled, casting a quick glance over his shoulder at his teammate before he found the little jar he was looking for. The toolbox was flipped closed, and then he got to unfastening the straps of his overalls on his way back to the cot, climbing up behind the man again and balancing the jar on his back. Again, his efficiency was slipping-- all damn day, 'could've done better, could've done better'. This was something he should've thought of earlier. Should'a been naked already, should'a been prepared. But no, he was slow as molasses and both his and Jane's cocks were bein' neglected for it. "Hold still a moment 'n then I'll lay int' you real good," he promised, tucking the hanging flap of his overalls on the inside so it wouldn't get in the way, and then his hands were taking care of the zipper in front of his crotch. He wasn't about to make either of 'em wait for everything to come off; this would do just fine. Jane was still, taking in shallow breaths as he waited for the inevitable sting and stretch again. It'd felt plenty good when he did the penetrating--did it feel just as good to receive? When it was Dell's skilled hands doing all the work, certainly, but what about the much thicker, less fine-tuned appendage? "Give it t'me, cadet," he found himself saying. Despite being "equals", as the Engineer had tried so hard to pound into his head, he still wanted to take this with a steeled jaw and all of his pride kept in tact. "Get outta yer hose and show me what you can do." Dell released a heavy sigh as he finally was able to slip himself out of the front of his boxers and overalls; the air was a little chilly thanks to how damn hot his body temperature had gotten, but that was just gonna be a temporary annoyance. He swiped the jar into hand and twisted the lid off, stuffing it in his back pocket for safe keeping and dipping two fingers inside. He scooped out a generous amount of the clear gel, smearing it over his cock and brushing the remainder over Jane's anus. "Sorry if it's cold there, partner," he murmured, his focus directed downward as he made sure to rub the slick stuff all over himself-- and the physical attention helped to stiffen him up a bit more, as well. Thankful that the opened Vaseline jar wouldn't spill, he dropped it to the ground and shifted closer to the man on his knees, his hands giving those broad hips a bit of direction. Lifting them up a little, then easing them back. Perfect. "I'm gonna fuck the smug right outta ya, boy," he drawled with a grin, his tongue swiping across his front teeth as he brought his dick up in a hand, a light growl of approval in his throat when the slicked tip rubbed itself right up against that tight pucker. "Breathe in real deep now. One, two.." And on the leftover count of 'three', he pushed his hips forward, adding pressure and pressure until the head of his aching manhood slipped right inside that tight ring, and watching it stretch around him already had his toes curling. Any insults or smart remarks that the Soldier might have been clinging to all went out the window when the Engineer was finally inside him. The pain wasn't unbearable, but the feeling of being stretched, and stretched, until finally the flesh just trembled around the Texan's cock had him shivering. He did not cry out, though. He simply would not let the other man relish in that defeated grunt. Instead, he sunk his teeth into his wrist and turned away, eyes screwed shut. "Reckon this is the part where I'm s'posed t'say 'Take it like a man', eh?" Dell smirked through his half-pleased, half-uncomfortable wince, the mere strength of that pressure squeezing his little mechanic distracting him from a full, proper jab at Jane's expense. He wasn't out to rub it in his face, just a good old-fashioned taste of, 'See why I'm right?' And boy did he love bein' right. That being said, there wasn't a single thing about the Soldier that wasn't still screaming control and testosterone, and it had his own heart banging wildly in his chest. He just hoped he had enough in him to show ol' Solly a good time-- his hands took hold of the American's broad hips and held him steady, his own lower body easing back a small amount before he gave a second push, gaining another few inches inside that tight heat. Jane inhaled a shuddering breath, his teeth scraping over the thick veins in his wrist. He'd been blasted apart by rockets, backstabbed, and beheaded, but those had all been so brief, immediately cleaned up and made better by the respawn system. Now, though, Dell was literally inside of him, claiming victory over something more personal than a capture point or briefcase. It made his stomach churn to think about how the Engineer could have taken advantage of him. If he'd cared to keep him that way, Soldier could have still been tied up like a pretty little parcel, vulnerable to any sick ideas that might have crept into Dell's head. But...no. He'd trusted Jane enough to let him go, and even more surprisingly, Jane had trusted him enough not to snap his neck the second his hands were free. The Soldier reached down to grasp the Engineer's wrist, squeezing it tightly. Even if he was on the bottom, he wanted to remind the stocky man on top that he could still rip him a new one if anything went awry. Dell felt that tight grip, and impulsively he felt his stomach drop with dread-- was Soldier fed up; did he decide he'd met his limit and he didn't want part in it anymore? But, when he realized that nothing else was happening, that Solly was just holding it, as if just announcing that he was there, relief hit the Texan hard and he smiled, chuckling under his breath. He twisted his hand about until his wrist was able to slip free of that grip, and then he carefully took the larger man's hand and directed it back down onto the bed. But this time he kept his own overtop of it, fingertips gently brushing against the valleys between thick knuckles. "I got'cha, Sol'…" he murmured, his hips giving another sound thrust and drawing a husky grunt from him. Soldier was smiling into the sheets, finally relaxing into the dull ache of being fucked. He turned his hand to let it lie palm up on the bed and grasped Engie's hand, giving it gentle squeezes, much softer than the former steely grip. The Engineer was a bit taken aback by the movement, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy it once the shock wore off. He grinned and squeezed that strong hand back in turn, his other palm resting right at the small of Solly's back to give himself a bit of braced leverage to thrust against. Each sharp movement had him gasping or grunting or moaning through his teeth-- he could already feel his hipbones starting to ache with bruising. Lord Almighty, the man's ass was 'bout as hard as a boulder. In turn, the Soldier could feel himself loosening up as his body finally adjusted to the girth of the Texan's cock. His breath hissed between his teeth with every push and pull. More pre formed at the very tip of his cock, rolling down the underside and dripping down his thigh. "Permission to touch?" he grunted, trying to slide his free hand under his hips. He was close now, even more than before, and the anticipation was driving him wild. Watching how the Soldier's body moved as he drilled into him was a fine thing, but in the end he just had to close his eyes and allow himself to get lost in it. Though the man's question roused him out of his foggy, instinctual lust, he pondered for a moment if he should just take care of that little ol' matter himself. But, then again... Solly might like it if he let him handle it. The man probably wanted to be in control of something, afterall. "Granted," he finally breathed, his nails scratching lightly at the man's sweat-slicked back as he continued to buck, putting a bit more effort into those movements to ram them both forward each time. He wanted the damn daylights beaten out of him. Jane's hand slid between his thighs, where thick fingers curled around his erection. With his hand wrapped firmly around his cock, the Soldier masturbated with tight, rough strokes, as if wringing water out of a rag. He winced when his thumb brushed over the swollen tip. He was too close to draw this out any longer. A niggling sense of shame gnawed at his brain as he stroked himself. It was selfish, he taught, to just touch himself like this. When he was a boy, he'd been told not to do it. 'Save it for your wife!' That's what he'd heard in school, and from his father. Then again, he had also always been told not to hit others with his shovel or sleep with men, and here he was doing all three on the same day! Dell’s mind, which was usually running in so many directions at once, was completely and utterly focused on that one simple track-- how good it felt and how to get more of it. And it didn't take that much thought for his body to keep moving, hell it was probably involuntary now. His back was strained and his hips were aching, but that was all just more reason to keep going, not to get it over with but to hit that damn blissful peak of numbing awareness, where he could forget all his problems. Frankly, watching Solly squirm underneath him and tend to himself was helping more than he could say. The friction was wonderful, as was the tightness that squeezed him as he thrust in and out at an almost clumsily quick pace, but seeing the larger man's face; now that was the kicker. He could feel his gut growing warmer, heat pooling in and tightening that already hot spring coiled up inside, just waiting to give. A little longer though, he could last a little longer... Jane, however, couldn’t. His movements grew sloppier, faster as he barrelled toward orgasm. He felt a push and a rush of pleasure, and suddenly he was cumming. He felt gutted, as if the man above him had just sunk a balisong into his belly and emptied his insides onto the bed. His hand tightened around the Engineer’s, his wrist quivering as his grip crushed the fingers wrapped around his own. His other hand was dripping with semen, which was quickly congealing in the cool air of the workshop. It trickled down over his knuckles and onto the bed, forming a tiny pool. There wasn’t much to speak of--Dell’d taken that from him the night before. The first thing he felt was that damn vice-like squeeze; if that wasn't about to snap his fingers at the knuckles, it was at least going to leave them sore-- 'course, wasn't like he minded at that particular moment either. But then, with Jane twitching and tensing, those walls squeezed his dick in just the right way and he bit back a deep sound, his hips giving a few spastic thrusts that he couldn't even control before he too hit his peak and he found himself bursting inside the Soldier. That bliss he'd been wanting, there it was. His cock twitched, the muscles in his thighs and lower back tightening as he pushed himself in and out a few more times… and then he just couldn't do it anymore. His energy seeped out of him right along with his seed and when he drew back to unsheathe himself, his equilibrium wavered and he slumped down onto his side, chest heaving with ragged, but entirely satisfied gasps for air. Just a few inches away, Jane was still up on his knees and elbows, panting and trying hard to catch his breath. He was smiling, though his eyes were closed and his forehead was pressed to the cool surface of the sheets. Once he had the air back in his lungs, he lolled onto his side and lie in front of Del, face to face, so close that their noses were nearly touching. “Told you I could take it, Engie,†he said hoarsely, giving a low chuckle. He reached over to pat the Engineer on the back--gently, this time--and gave his shoulder an affectionate squeeze. Everything ached; his wrists, his shoulders, his ass. Especially his ass. He felt a new found sympathy for Dell. Wasn’t any wonder why he preferred to stick behind his sentries on the battlefield that day, considering he’d done the same to him the night before. Just a few inches away, Jane was still up on his knees and elbows, panting and trying hard to catch his breath. He was smiling, though his eyes were closed and his forehead was pressed to the cool surface of the sheets. Once he had the air back in his lungs, he lolled onto his side and lie in front of Del, face to face, so close that their noses were nearly touching. A lazy smile drifted over the Texan's face and he nodded, giving credit where it was do. "Yessir, ya did good…" he praised, reaching over to swipe a bead of sweat from the Soldier's brow with his thumb. He looked plum wore out, and he couldn't blame him. Once his pulse seemed to quiet enough to stop kickin' at his ribcage, Dell shifted to bring himself a little closer to that body and the heat it offered, sliding his arm around Solly's middle to hold onto him. He was baskin' in the afterglow, and no potential jabs at his masculinity for wanting a good ol' fashioned cuddle could hurt him right now. "Ya damn woman..." Jane muttered as the Engineer snuggled up against him. Despite his grumbling, though, he didn't resist. He even nudged himself closer, laying his chin on Dell's shoulder. The soft hiss of the other man's breath swishing over his neck made him smile. "'M sorry for gettin' you with the shovel earlier, cadet." "Oh yeah…" Dell's eyes drifted closed and he frowned through pursed lips; he'd forgotten about that. "S'pose I'm sorry fer pushin' you down that hill," he offered, though then he knew he was potentially opening up a box'a sorries. Because, after all, he'd only shoved him because the Soldier dared to try and immaculate him. And that-- well-- he didn't know if they&
Forgot about the text limit. Here's the rest, and a fixed typo. ------------------------ "Oh yeah…" Dell's eyes drifted closed and he frowned through pursed lips; he'd forgotten about that. "S'pose I'm sorry fer pushin' you down that hill," he offered, though then he knew he was potentially opening up a box'a sorries. Because, after all, he'd only shoved him because the Soldier dared to try and emasculate him. And that-- well-- he didn't know if they'd ever come to an agreement on that. But that was alright, he supposed. He was a patient man; his Ma worked hard to bring him up as one. To 'consider the source, Delly', and to not take anything to heart for too long. Grudges made a worn man, after all. 'n speaking of, he was plum worn out… Jane shrugged and patted his teammate's shoulder. "Forget about it, private. After all, it's..." He paused, carefully considering his next choice of words. "It's not YOUR fault, I suppose." He wasn't about to just go on and admit his own guilt. With a grunt he pushed himself up off the bed and swung his legs over the side. "I should head back into the base," he muttered. "They'll be expecting you to be holed up in here for awhile. Don't need that damn frog sticking his nose where it doesn't belong if he thinks something's going on in here." "Hn, y'got a point there…" Dell sat up, finally righting himself in his clothing and rehooking the straps of his overalls. He hadn't felt too comfortable with those little comments the Spy had made earlier; but then again, he could've just been blowin' smoke. Wouldn't have been the first time. Either way, if anyone was to show up right about now, they'd find themselves in a bit of a predicament. Sound thinking on Solly's part-- even if he himself was a little reluctant to go shooing the man out. "Reckon I'll… what, see ya at dinner?" "Yeah...1800 hours, sharp." The Soldier used his usual snarl, but a hint of a smile played at his lips. He stood, shivering at the cool, sticky feeling of Vaseline left over on his skin, but shrugged it off and marched to the corner to pick up his uniform. After pulling his boxers back up and wriggling into his pants, he started again, "You're welcome to come by my bunk after lights out, private. Just make sure nobody's followin' ya." Dell couldn't help but chuckle, leaning his weary frame back against the headboard while he drug the forgotten cable over, idly twisting it up around his fist to be put back on the cork board later. Sneaking around wasn't exactly his forte, but as long as he didn't go makin' a show of himself, he didn't see any potential problems with paying the Soldier a secret visit. "Yessir... I'll do mah best." "Damn right." Jane finished dressing in silence, completing the set by snatching his helmet back and placing it back atop his head. He hefted his rocket launcher, which had been leaning against the wall of the workshop, back over his shoulder and turned back to the Engineer. "Be seeing you, private." With a salute, he turned and marched out of the workshop.
Yesssssssss.
X D This has killed me with happiness. I saw it and thought to myself, 'Welp, there goes another bump from a comment. Aw, heck, why not just go see if they wrote something amusing? And it was. Amusing. Sexy. Jizz inducing. Unnf, all the way. I love the way both of them were written, how you had the muscles (unf, backs), and Vengeful!Engie just takes the cake, every time. There will be more? Yes, please?
I am so excited for this to be updated. Also, I feel this part was more well put together than the last part. Good job, guys. Keep up the good work.
I loved it! This one had a lot more buildup and plot than the first section, and I'm always a sucker for a thoughtful yet tough Engineer! Who played who, if I might ask? That being said, I think your beta made some errors (or didn't notice your own). Aside from a few typos which is no big thing, there is a duplicated paragraph toward the end of the first part of chapter 2. The "Just a few inches away" paragraph is pasted in there twice between a paragraph of Dell's pov. Just pointing that out, but overall AWESOME job. I love me some Helmet Party shagging.
The double paragraph is my own damn fault! However, I do not know how to edit on here. A much more cleanly edited version is posted on my y!gallery (username CousinKevin). >>17 I play Soldier, and metalxmanagement is my amazing Engineer.
I laughed forever when Solly was pushed down the hill, and his reaction was so on point. Glorious revenge!! You guys better be posting more, I'm curious where this could continue.
This is amazing, aside from the typos and other minor mistakes! The descriptions of the sex and everything else were lovely and I'm pretty sure spot on. (As a woman it's always a little tougher for me to know or at least notice all of the nitty gritty details on the man's end of it. I mean, I'm not saying I've never observed anything but since I don't have a perpetual first hand experience with it... it's just a matter of less familiarity.) I really liked their personalities too, especially since it ended up being entirely consensual and in a fairly realistic way. I have nothing against non-con, I've loved it in many cases, but it's always trickier for me to enjoy it because it has to fit the (admittedly minimal) criteria for what keeps it in my comfort zone. Keep it coming! I wish I could give more constructive crit but at the moment nothing comes to mind.