1 . Name: Noisy @ 2011-10-16 07:11

A fanfic in which the Scout is offensive and gets rewarded with a handjob by the Engineer.

A rp collab between metalxmanagement/Knub Knubs and myself (although if I'll be honest, it's probably 70% her being amazing and 30% me just derping) that I have lovingly edited and cut down for you fine folks. I was Scout. She was Engineer.

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Yo, Hardhat!”

There was nothin' better than a cease fire, especially when there was work to be done. And this was true for the RED Engineer, who after dinner (in which he took a second helping in a 'to go' fashion) locked himself away in his workshop, kept company only by the old transistor radio humming to life with Elvis, Johnny Cash and Nat King Cole.

He sat at his work table, hunched over a set of blueprints held open by various textbooks, some open and some not (hell, some not even in English), which he would glance to from time to time in reference before continuing to sketch and scribble out equations.

The Engineer didn't know whether he'd just been that immersed in his work or if the kid had really slipped in so quietly, but at Scout's barking voice so close to his ear, the Engineer jerked upright, whipping around so quickly that he near about fell right off his work bench.

“Shit, son!! I thought you were a dang ol' Spah!” Irritation knitted at his brow but he sighed – this was certainly a better option. Right? … hm, maybe that was debatable.

The Scout standing in front of him just laughed (cocksure as ever) and glanced over the Engineer's shoulder, taking a look at the blueprints he'd laid out there and was carefully working on before the kid had so graciously interrupted him.

“Oh, ya know, gracin' you with my presence.” The Scout flashed a toothy grin at him and folded his arms behind his head, “Cus I figured. Well, hey. Engie's probably gonna be pretty bored around here without me to ya know, entertain him and stuff. I'm definitely better than whatever ya got yerself doin'. Talk about freakin' bor-ing.”

“Nothin' borin' about it, kid,” the Engineer huffed, tipping the edge of his hardhat up with a thumb before he gave the blueprints sprawled over his worktable a fond pat. “Might not be too amusin' to you, what with the short attention span 'n all, but I happen to be good 'n entertained. Thank ya.”

He grunted and shifted properly on his bench again, then took up his pencil and went about erasing the long streak he'd apparently made across the paper when he'd jumped.

“Yeah, whatever,” having apparently taken none of the Engineer's words about short attention spans to heart, Scout snorted and moved to lean against the desk beside him, “Don't pretend like you ain't excited to see me cus I know you're freakin' thrilled.”

And when Engineer didn't respond immediately, he restlessly shifted from toe to toe before plucking a pencil up off the work bench and rolling it between his fingers. “So, uh. What are you doin' anyway?”

Engineer was more than ready to just ignore the boy but it didn't seem like it was going to work, what with his social skills of a rock. And so he sat back, heaving a sigh and tugging his goggles down to hang at his neck.

“M'workin' on some ideas fer a new dispenser unit. Well, more'a a hybrid. I wanna top it with a miniature sentry t'help protect it a lil' better.”

However halfway through this explanation, Engineer could already tell Scout had lost interest, flicking the pencil between his forefinger and thumb and nodding, but not really at anything the Engineer was saying.

“No, see. Here's what you do.” The Scout started, barely letting Engineer get the last word out. He bent over the older man, resting one hand on his shoulder and using the other hand with the pencil in it to point at random, irrelevant parts of the blueprint stretched out in front of them, “You like, make one a dem dispensers, right? But instead of dispensing medicine or whatever crap, you turn it onto one a those ball dispensers so then all the guys can like, go out and play baseball! Freakin' genius, right? Yeah. I know.”

At first he was willing to at least humour the Scout's idea but... as the idea actually came, he quickly changed his mind. Nevertheless, it got a small chuckle out of him. “Ah, yeah... I think that's gonna be a no-go, String Bean. I doubt our employers're gonna fine fer an automatic pitcher.” But... hell, just to end it on a nice note, he gave the kid a smile. “Ain't a bad idea, though.”

Scout rolled his eyes, obviously not believing that anyone could ever say no to an idea that had anything to do with baseball, “Yeah, whatever. Figures you chuckleheads wouldn't understand my genius... uh, ness, anyway. Bunch a losers at admin. Probably wouldn't know a good idea if it hit 'em in the face. But anyway, it sure would'a made all this downtime a whole lot more interestin'.”

“If you jus' want someone t'throw the ol' ball around, why not jus' ask? Plenny'a space outside fer a game 'r two, of course.” Well, he was asking this-- but he knew the answers. Even if baseball did seem like a fun way to spend the evening, having the Scout pester you about it would kill the allure real quick like.

“Nah, none of you guys could keep up with me anyway.” He grinned again, stretching his arms up into a rather, if Engineer did say so himself, pitiful display of muscle. “Not that I guess I'd say no, I mean, if someone would ask. Rest a' dem guys, they ain't got no time. 'Oh no Scout, I'm too busy fixin' medicine and bein' a total homo with fatty', 'Oh no, Scout, I have to go, like, piss in the peanut butter jar that you were just using five freakin' minutes ago and throw it at some spooks.' Seriously. Fuck 'em. I don't need 'em, right? But I mean, tossin' a ball around by myself... sucks. Fuckin' boring as hell, ya know?”

“Guess I c'n see yer point,” Engineer muttered, grunting under his breath as he got to his feet and carefully closed all of his textbooks, the blueprint gingerly rolled up and tucked away afterward. He supposed it was time to take a break anyway. Give his eyes a rest from all that careful squinting. “But sometimes we gotta jus' make with what we got, son. Ain't your momma tell you about makin' lemonade?”

“Er, what the hell is that supposed to mean?” Scout flicked the pencil he'd been toying with back onto the table, not seeming to mind the fact that it left light, carbon scratches where it bounced across the wooden surface.

“Wait, so ya really gonna come and hang with me? You know, not that I give two fucks either way but... well... Fuckin' good. About freakin' time.” Which, Engineer also figured, was probably as close to a thank-you as he was going to get. Ever. And just wait a damn minute, he never said anything of the sort.

“...uh, now son, I didn't say nothin' about spendin' any time w-” …The Engineer quickly paused to survey his options. Despite the sass in the kid's voice, he almost seemed-- hell, hopeful. Ah, damnit, Engineer gave a light sigh, thrusting his hands into his pockets. “Yeaaa', I s'pose so. Wha'da ya wanna do, String Bean?”

“Yessssssss.” Scout grinned, looking more excited than he was before, if that was even possible. “Fuckin' whatever, man. It's still early, right? We could go runnin' or like, play catch, or trade baseball cards – oh man, you should see my frickin' Jay Ritchie card, it's got his freakin' autograph. Can you buh-lieve it? My brother gave it to me for my birthday like, a couple a' years back. Uh, but...” He quietened for a moment, “Gee, I dunno, Engie. What do guys like you do anyway when you ain't messin' around with ya drawings?”

“Well...” The Engineer had to think about that as he walked beside the hyperactive American, clicking his tongue with thought. He certainly wasn't into doing anything like running, that was for damn sure. “S'pose when I got some time t'myself I jus' sit around with my guitar 'n a cold beer.” But the Scout wasn't the right age for liquor – probably legally, but he could just imagine how much of a light-weight he would be.

“Oh, yeah. Me too.” Scout replied, nodding as if he'd done that kind of thing all his life, “Not the guitar bit but I mean, you could do that and I could like, watch or you could teach me and then we could have, ya know, a beer. Cus you know, me and my buddy Jimmy back home, that's you know, basically all we ever did, basically, yeah. Like, just sittin' around having beers like, ya know. No big deal.” Which Engineer had a hard time finding as true.

He chuckled and clapped a hand on the younger man's back, leading him out through the back exit of the base. He had everything he needed in his cargo truck near his usual outdoor campsite. “If y'say so, son.”

“Yeah, I do say so. And ya know, I know best, right?”

“S;what ya tell us, anyway.” Nudging the door open for them both, he took a deep breath in the cool, evening air. “But I gotta tell ya boy, I don't drink the light stuff. Maybe ya'd do better with some uh... juice 'r somethin'.”

Scout clicked his tongue in disapproval, stepping outside past the older man. “What am I, ten? C'mon man, I can take it. I ain't no pussy if that's what ya thinkin'. Trust me. I used to drink that kinda crap all the time.” The boy stretched out, apparently thankful to be outside, and walked off on ahead.

The Texan just shook his head with amusement and continued on, giving a whistle to catch the boy's attention when he ducked behind his truck. “O'er here, partner.” He kept an icebox out there, for when heneeded some time alone, as well as his trusty guitar.

“Oh, yeah. Right. Yeah, I was just takin' the, uh scenic route.” Scout scurried back on over to the Engineer, moving then to lean against the truck, crossing his arms over his chest in some kind of misguided attempt at looking possibly aloof or cool but doing neither. “C'mon, man. Hurry it up.”

“A'ight, a'ight,” he grumbled, fishing out two cold beers and hesitantly passing one to the boy. He might regret this later but... hell, he weren't his momma – though speakin' of which, “Don't go tellin' anyone I gave ya liquor, alright? Don't want yer Ma tannin' my hide over it.”

The boy just laughed, flicking a tongue over one of his incisors as he took the beer, “Geez, man. Stop getting ya panties in a twist. It's not like I'm freakin' fifteen or somethin'. Sides, I been drinkin' for ages. My Ma ain't gonna say shit.” Scout rambled on, meanwhile twisting the bottle cap open, giving it a brief look before raising it to his lips.

And then he spluttered, much to the Engineer's amusement, spilling some of it down his front while he forced down at least half a mouthful. He took a gulp of air when he was finished swallowing and stared over at the Engineer, “Christ. The fuck do you crazy Texans put in this shit? It tastes like freakin' ass.”

Engineer took an easy swig of the beer, sighing and opening the bed of the truck so he could sit down on it. “ 'n... you'd know what that tastes like, huh.” he smirked, eyeing the boy humourously.

“W-what. No. Christ. I was just... saying.”

Now it might've been the light, or the lack of it, but it sure did look like the Scout's cheeks were mighty red at this moment. He lifted the beer to his mouth again. The second sip went down better and while he choked and winced at the taste, he at least didn't waste anymore by spilling it about.

“Just freakin'.... whatever. See. It ain't that bad? I was just uh, outta touch. Fuck you, anyway. You wouldn't know a damn thing.” He took another sip.

“Now slow down, son. No need t' drown it all at once.” He set his own bittle asides and then reached for his guitar, slipping the strap over his shoulder and idly going about the motions of checking the strings for tuning. “ 'n lemme tell ya, if you go passin' out, I'm leavin' ya out here.”

“Yeah, whatever. I ain't gonna pass out.” Scout continued to cradle his bottle, looking over at Engineer curiously for a moment before shifting closer to him, “Ya gonna play me a song there, hardhat? How freakin' sweet.” He laughed at his own joke and took another drink from the bottle in his hand.

The Engineer just shook his head, smiling and leaning back against the side of the old truck while one foot idly swung. He started picking at the strings. “Your folks ever play t'Quiet Game? Reckon it might do you good from time t'time,” he teased, chuckling and pausing in his playing just long enough to reach over and pluck up the beer for another drink again.

Scout considered him a moment before taking another drink, licking his lips sloppily – an action that didn't go completely unnoticed by the Engineer, though, he supposed it was good that Scout wasn't wasting any of that spung now; might as well enjoy it while it lasted.

“Huh. Nah. Don't think so. Sounds boring. We didn't have to make do like you guys over in cowboy land like ten million freakin' years ago. We had actual toys to play with.” He watched him a minute, tapping his fingers against the side of the truck before pulling himself up beside the Engineer.

“One day all that energy's gonna flood right outta ya, boy,” he murmured, setting the beer down before beginning to play again. His foot idly tapped as it hung from the back of the truck – were he a mite taller it wouldn't be hanging so damn high from the ground.

Scout tugged on his shirt idly, which was still wet from the mishap some minutes before. “Ya just freakin' jealous you're all old and stuff and I got the uh, libido of, like a freakin' tiger or somethin'. Ya wish you could even have an ounce a' this fightin' spirit.” He snorted, looking down at the bottle in his hands which was now surprisingly empty. Well. That didn't take long.

“Hey, Hardhat. Runnin' a little dry over here.”

“Grab a 'nother, I s'pose, jus' go easy on it,” he muttered, glancing to his own bottle which wasn't even half empty yet. Oh yeah, this was turnin' into one sorry idea. However, he found himself snorting, albeit a little lately. “ 'n boy, you even know what a libido is?”

“Uh. Sure I do. It's like, uh, you know.” Scout hopped off the truck, his legs wobbling a little underneath him, “Woah.” He laughed, staring at himself a minute before making his way over to the icebox, taking another beer and unscrewing the lid. He tossed it somewhere before stumbling back over to the Engineer, “It's like a uh, thing. That you get. When you're young an, uh, fightin' and being awesome and stuff.”

“Well, I reckon that ain't exactly wrong,” he chuckled, though it wasn't exactly explaining the matter either. “Yer talkin' sexual desire there, son. S'what yer libido is.”

Scout seemed to go rigit, bottle now gripped in a white knuckled fist. And then he laughed, a little too loudly, that light pink hue finding its way back onto his cheeks. “Oh yeah. UH. Uh. I mean, that too. Not that I'd tell ya about it ya frickin' perv.”

Engineer snorted with laughter, waving a hand back and forth. “Course not, course not.” though, even that wasn't true. He'd heard the String Bean boasting about his hoard of girlfriends and fans and... hell, everything. What didn't he tell them about?

Scout continued to laugh, apparently unable to stop himself, taking a swig of beer before continuing. “Yeah, yeah. Well. I mean. Ya can probably already imagine anyway. I mean, I had girls freakin' lining up for me, man. Oh, you should'a seen it. I was the freakin' champ, ya get what I'm sayin'?”

Aah, there it was... Engineer just nodded to humour him, sliding his bare fingers along the frets while his gloved one continued to pluck at the strings. “I git what yer sayin'. M'sure you were real popular with the gals.”

“You bettah believe it.” He took another sip, laughing when his hands wobbled, missing his mouth on the initial try, most of it now dribbling down his chin. “Can ya really blame 'em, though? I mean, come on, would you freakin' look at me? These chiselled abs? My rugged good looks? How could ya resist it? Probably why that damn frog-lovin' Spy gets a funny look in his eye when he looks at me sometimes. Fuckin' pinko faggot. Not that I can blame him. I am kind of a big deal, after all.”

“You got a problem with homosexuals, boy?” The Engineer asked slowly after a moment, crooking a brow at him and stopping his playing yet again.

He could hold his tongue, sure, but... maybe he ought'a finish his beer first. He tipped his head back and downed the bottle, cringing from the bite of it burning down his throat. Aah, the good stuff.

“What? Aside from the fact that they're a bunch a no-good sissies?” Scout tossed the bottle from hand to hand before taking another swig. He laughed, though he really shouldn't have been. “It just ain't natural, man. I mean, do you really want some homo starin' at yer junk when ya in the shower? What if they get a frickin' boner or somethin'. No way, man.”

“Hm.” The Engineer clicked his tongue, watching the boy ramble on for a bit. He gave him his time to do so, and he also considered the fact that he was just about finished with that second beer, too. The pink tinge to Scout's cheeks had spread along his nose and ears as well now, and his gaze was slightly unfocused as he stared at him. It went without saying that his tongue was probably gettin' mighty loose, and he just had to wonder how much he could blame him for that.

“Would'ja say I'm a sissy?”

Scout squinted at him a moment before slapping him on the shoulder and grinning, “No. No way. Not like dem fags, Engie. You're like... all fuckin' man or somethin.”

“Well, I 'ppreciate that, son.” Engineer chuckled, idly rubbing his fingertips along the frets before casually adding. “Though y'know, I happen t'be one'a 'dem fags'. Funny thing, ain't it.”

Scout choked, jumping up like someone had physically burned him, “Woah! What the fuck, man! That ain't even funny to joke about!”

The Engineer just crooked a brow again, calmly watching the little spasm. Course, to him, this wasn't even the beginnings of a big deal. ...plus the kid was drunk. Would could say if he'd even remember? “I ain't laughin'.”

“Wh... What. You're dead fuckin' serious, ain't ya?” Scout settled down a bit but made sure to shuffle backwards away from the other man. Wouldn't want him to catch none a his homo germs or nothin'. “You ain't gonna... you know... Are ya?”

“M'gonna keep on playin' my guitar,” he answered simply, his stare hardening a bit. Maybe his patience wouldn't last that long... “It ain't contagious, boy. Don't worry.”

Scout sucked his teeth, “Well... o...kay. But I mean, if you try anythin', and I mean any-y-thing, I'll freakin' beat ya head in...” And then resumed his place beside the Engineer, downing the last of his beer.

“So, um... fucking dudes. What's that all about?”

“Ain't nothin' about it, son,” Engineer snorted, his brow giving a little twitch. But he oculd hold off his temper, just a little longer. “S'just a preference. Nothin' against women, a'course. I still like 'em just as much.” He figured he'd at least get that out of the way now.

“Huh.” The boy drew his knees up against his chest, arms folded across the top of them, “So why are you messing around with guys and stuff if you like women? I mean, fuckin' gross. You ain't actually, ya know, touched another man's thing, have ya? Oh man, that is so sick!”

Alright... now that line was growing mighty thin.

Scout took another moment to stare down at the empty bottle in his hand, “Geez, where does this stuff keep goin'? See, I freakin' told ya. I'm like a machine.” And then tossed it into the night sky where it made a graceful arc before shattering into a million pieces as it hit the ground. The boy laughed.

Engineer frowned and shifted to put his guitar aside, sliding off the bed of the truck to stretch himself out. A few more jabs on the subject and he'd end up tryin' to wring the kid's skinny throat. Didn't need that, no sir. “Well... mebbe it's time I hit the sack...”

“Yo, hey, wait.” Scout scrambled to his knees, slurring. “Wait. Just. So. I was thinkin' all of a sudden. Hey, so. So. If ya wanted to you could, I don't know, like, show me.”

Engineer frowned, turning back toward him with a slight grit of his jaw. “Show ya what.” This would be one damn sour time to ask for a guitar lesson, that was for sure.

Scout recoiled under that gaze, but didn't seem to reconsider, “Uh... I mean... You know. You could show me what all this fag business is about ...Or somethin'. Just, ya know. So I can see it. Not that I'm one a' you queers or somethin'.”

What? Engineer blinked, honestly taken aback at that. First the kid was jumping away from him like he had the plague-- and then he was asking for... what, some kinda demonstration? “ 'n what happened to 'ew' 'n 'sick' 'n all that other shit you had 'tsay about it, boy? What're you getting' at-- want somethin' to laugh at? Is that it? I ain't in the mood fer bein' a joke.”

“No, Jesus, No,” Scout glanced around as if afraid of behind overhead, leaning forward slightly, his tongue wetting his lower lip nervously, “Wait. Listen. C'mon. Just... y'know... I heard about some stuff, right? My bro was sayin' that it's okay, I mean, y'know, it ain't queer or nothin' if you're y'know, stuck with a bunch of guys – you get my freakin' drift? Maybe you could just, y'know. Touch it a little. Since ya like that kinda stuff anyway, what's the big deal, right?”

Well, now it was the Engineer's turn to end up with the red face. He nearly spluttered, jerking his arm away so that he could subconsciously brush both palms down the front of his overalls. “Yer-- yer jus' outta yer mind, son. Ya don't know what yer askin'.”

He shook his head; just walk away. Walk away, Dell. --but he wasn't. “Won't havin' a man doin' that to ya... give ya the squicks?”

Scout stumbled off the truck bed, dizzily moving forward and grabbing Engineer by the straps of his overalls as if were too afraid of him leaving. Lord, how drunk was this kid? “Nah, wait. Just. I mean, I jus' thought, since ya like it so much... y-y'don't understand. I just need someone to freakin' touch it. C'mon. I got the worst freakin' case of blue balls here. I wasn't gonna say nothin' or whatever but... you like this kinda stuff so... I just thought...”

Engineer stiffened a bit, the fact that the damn kid was taller than he was wasn't helping matters. Aside from the urge to sharply inform him that being a homosexual didn't mean he liked just jerkin' any fella off, he found himself glancing down while listening. The Scout had a... supple lil' frame, and hell-- If it wasn't just... helping him out... Gah, what was he thinking?!

“No, no, I can't.” he muttered quickly, grabbing the American's hands and pulling them off of his overall straps.

The boy made a soft noise of protest that did something funny to his resolve and the Engineer took a deep breath to try and steel his decision. But the Scout's hands were shaky as they tried to re-grab him, grasping him by his shoulders as he struggled to keep balance. He staggered forward abruptly and then the Engineer was suddenly flooded with warmth radiating off the younger man, the boy's face resting in the crook of his neck, his breath coming out as hot panting against his skin. And if that didn't make him reconsider, what Scout said next sure did.

“C'mon, I'm freakin' dying already. Ain't anybody else even gonna look at it. Christ, c'mon. Just freakin' look at it while I touch it. I just fuckin' need something. Please, Engie. Please.”

Engineer took a deep breath, glancing right and then left. It was darker now with the sun setting, and if anyone else was outside the base, they weren't nearby. He swallowed down a conflicted lump in his throat, trying not to be swayed by the pleading in Scout's voice. But... damnit, it'd been a while for him, too. He didn't know whether or not he was tempted from feeling sorry for the boy, or if it was for his own personal benefit, but either way...

“A... a'ight, kid,” he mumbled under his breath, and pushed his ungloved hand down to settle at the boy's hip, his thumb stretching out to pressed down against the seam of his crotch.

The Scout exhaled a shaky breath, mumbling something incoherent into the Engineer's neck. His hips jutted forward at the first contact and despite the drink in him, he was almost ashamedly hard, his erection straining against the front of his slacks. “G-God... c'mon... yeah.”

Oh, he shouldn't be doing this. The Scout was drunk off his ass; he was also young and annoying and admittedly anti-homosexual. So why was his damn chest so tight? His face so hot? Surely his one beer couldn't have been having that much of an effect on him. Gah'damnit. But Engineer's fingers were already mindlessly running over that firm bulge hidden underneath the fabric, his logistical brain already making a mental blueprint of the length and girth – though there was no way to confirm a thing while those britches were still on.

The Scout's trembling hand slid from the Engineer's shoulder to the front of his slacks, fumbling with his belt in a struggle to pull it open. With the tell-tale 'clink' of his buckle being undone, the younger man attempted to yank down his pants. “C'mon... just... C'mon.”

Engineer had to pull back when the Scout's hands were just getting in the way-- and it gave Engineer an opportunity to breathe. And try to collect his head. He was past the point of trying to talk himself out of it; though, to do so now would just be plain cruel. But he did glance over, noting the bed of the truck just waiting to be used to his advantage.

“Sit up 'ere,” he murmured, his voice more of a croak than he would've liked, but whatever worked.

“Uh, s-sure.” The Scout was unusually obedient, moving carefully backwards, guided by the Engineer's strong hold on his hip. Scout hoisted himself up onto the truck bed with an agility the Engineer was sure he couldn't possess in his drunken state, and then leant back on his elbows. Scout stared expectantly at him, his erection more obvious now that he was sitting down, his pants half undone, caught around his thighs.

Engineer tried not to stare-- but what could he say, he was a visual kinda guy. He absently licked his lips, taking in the sight of that stiff, young cock and those hairless thighs. He could practically see the muscles under his skin; and even he took note of how contrastingly pale he was. Damn strong tan lines on this one. Not that he wasn't the same way, a'course.

Either way, he shook his head to clear his thoughts and stepped forward, setting his gloved hand on the tailgate while the other wrapped around that stiff shaft, giving a firm squeeze. Lord Almighty, he was warm, too...

Scout gasped out, eyes clenched shut suddenly. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh f--” He bit his lower lip, letting out a soft hiss as Engineer gave him another experimental squeeze and then arched his hips up, trying to get more of that pressure on him.

“Jus' relax now,” he found himself saying-- he didn't need the Scout hyperventilating on him or anything. The Engineer squeezed him again before his thick fingers rewrapped around the base, giving a firm stroked up to the rosy tip and back again.

Another soft gasp escaped Scout's throat that dissolved into a breathy groan. Slowly, his eyes slid open, fixing his half-lidded gaze on the Engineer, looking at what he was doing, looking at his hands. His erection perked up slightly, pre-come spreading over the Engineer's hands. “Ff-fuck, Engie.”

At that Sound, Engineer's eyes flicked up and, momentarily, he met the Scout's stare. It nearly rattled him, because even if this was all quick and illogical and reckless- it suddenly felt a lot more intimate than that.

He managed to tear his gaze away, focusing back down to his work and slowly smearing the calloused pad of his thumb across that slicked head. He certainly didn't have anything close to a woman's hands, no siree.

Scout bucked again, hands curling against the metal beside him, seeking purchase because itseemed it was all he could do not to just buck into the Engineer's hands until he came. But he was still, letting Engineer touch him, responding only in staggered gasps and moans.

Engineer was careful to pick up every pearly bead of fluid as it leaked out, smearing it down the throbbing vein for an easier pass of his hand as he stroked and pumped and stimulated Scout in every way he knew how. Alternating pressure on his fingertips, rolling his knuckles, twisting his wrist – the human body was just a machine; ya had to know how to work it for the best results. And a tight little dick? Weren't no different.

He captured the tip of a gloved fingertip in his teeth and tugged the rubber sheath off, tossing it aside to free his scarred hand- just a few burn marks stretching across his palm- and dropped it down so that he could brush the back of his thick knuckles over the boy's testicles, his gaze flicking back up to his face again. Expectant.

“Oh my freakin' G-God...” The Scout's balls tightened under the Engineer's ministrations. His eyes fluttered shut and then open again, alternating between gazing at the Engineer's hands working on his cock and the Engineer's face, the Scout's body shaking with some kind of electric shocks of pleasure every time their eyes connected though Engineer couldn't, for the life of him, figure out why. Scout's hips struggled upwards again, trembling with the strain.

“F-fuck, I'm gonna f-fuck... Please, oh fuckin' please.”

Engineer was biting his bottom lip by now, supressing some damn impolite sounds and shifting his weight from side to side as he worked on the boy, trying to focus on him and not the tightness in his own overalls. He licked his lips again as that thin pelvis began to jerk, and he leaned down to spit on his palm before picking up the pace, wanting to milk every single drop right outta him.

“Let it on out, boy...”

“OhmyGodohmyfreakin – pleasefuckpleasefuckmefuckmefuckmepleaseohohohGod Engie. “ Scout howled out, hips shaking as he came.

He felt Scout's body stiffening even before his words started tangling together, and he tightened his throat to suppress a growl of want when that euphoric, strained look crossed the boy's features and he hit his release.

The first jet splashed out against Engineer's hands, still bucking into his tight grip as the rest spilt out, a shot catching the Scout in the chin as he hunched forward, curled into himself in what looked to be mind-numbing pleasure.

Engineer's hand continued its movements, slowing the stroking but keeping the pressure nice and tight to squeeze every bit free as if he were wringing out a rag.

“Atta boy, son...” he breathed, eventually pulling his hand away to reach into his pocket and tug out a washcloth, getting to the task of cleaning him up with careful and ginger swipes.

Scout continued to pant, slumping bonelessly against the truck bed, apparently too tired to even help cleaning himself up, never mind the stripe of ejaculate on his own face. “G-God fucking damn...” Not to mention too tired to even string a proper sentence together. The boy lifted a hand, dragging it lazily across his exposed stomach in an attempt to calm his breathing.

The Engineer smiled to himself, a little proud of the results. He leaned forward and put the rag aside, swiping his thumb against Scout's chin to clean off that little splash of come. Of course, there was a reason Engineer didn't just use the cloth.

“Open up, son,” he murmured, pressing the pad of that digit to the boy's lower lip.

“Nhn..?” Scout opened his mouth, still surprisingly pliant in both his drunkenness and euphoric haze.

The boy stared dizzily up at the older man, his hot, pink tongue darting out to catch his lower lip instinctively. The Engineer, took a heavy and satisfied breath when that warm muscle slicked over his thumb, and he lingered a bit just to enjoy it – even if it was a little selfish – before pulling his hand away and wiping them both off on the legs of his overalls. He really did try not to stare, and he was semi-successful, but when he started to help tug the boy's pants back up; well, he just couldn't not look, now could he.

Scout groaned as the Engineer started to help dress him again. He sat up once his pants were up around his waist, spreading his legs slightly to help steady himself, (thankfully) oblivious as to what the Engineer was looking at or that he was even looking at all. He yanked his shirt down that had, at some point, ridden up his torso and then moved a palm across his sweat-slicked forehead. He still looked pretty worn down.

“Y'alright?” the Engineer asked idly, finding the boy's hat which had fallen off, and plopping it on the top of his head. Scout looked plum tuckered out, and allof that alcohol in his system probably wasn't helping either. Engineer just hoped he hadn't overdone it...

“Yeah... I'm okay.” And then Scout did something crazy. The boy laughed, quietly, his voice still slightly hoarse from shouting, and then reached out with his knee and jammed it into the Engineer's groin.

“So, I was thinkin'. This hot freakin' body... Probably drove you all kinds of crazy,” Scout said socasually that the Engineer might've overlooked the fact that he was still shaking like a leaf.

“Nh.” Engineer's breath caught in his throat and he stiffened, repressing the urge to rock himself forward into that strong kneecap. No, not even a little! Either way though, his body sure as hell enjoyed the connection. “--and?” If this was just fishin' for compliments, he'd toss the kid into a ditch.

Scout grinned. That kind of irritating, annoying as fuck, kind of charming if you squinted, sort of grin. He bent forward, grinding his knee into the older man, letting out a soft sound of appreciation when he wedged it up against something hard and unrelenting caught in the front of the Engineer's overalls.

“Yeah, you got it bad for me, huh? Woah, frickin' gross...” he slurred, now moving forward to replace his knee with his hands, running them along the bulge there, curiously fingering the seam, “So I wus' jus' thinkin, ya know... I oughta be polite and reo... uh, repro... fuckin' return the favour., ya get my drift?”

The Scout was licking his lips and grinning and Engineer was about to say something when he boy cut in over the top of him, “And ya know, if you wanted me to then I guess I could, ya know, put up with these homo needs a yers. Cus I know ya want it so bad and all.”

The Texan's brows knit and he glared, finding it fairly hard to do while the boy's hands were so enthusiastically running over the damn tent he was pitching. How the hell could he even function like that; saying one thing but doing somthin' entirely different. It wasn't even logical. Unless... the kid had that much denial.

“Y'ain't got a damn clue what I want,” he finally replied, though he did little to move away.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I can jus' tell.” Scout hunched further forward, tongue slicing against his lower lip. And Engineer wished that he would just shut the hell up because it was getting damn hard to appreciate the hands that were now fumbling around with the front of his overalls, yanking open the straps with clumsy, desperate fingers when the boy kept running his damn mouth.

Scout moved to press himself up against the other man, letting out short, shaky breaths into his skin as he dragged the other man's overalls down, “That's what all you fags want, ain't it?”

Heat splashed over Engineer's face again, but it wasn't out of a sudden rush of pleasure but rather something that felt far too much like humiliation for his comfort. He had to decide whether or not a bit of release was worth the degrading... frankly, he didn't think so.

“Don't you talk t'me like that, boy,” he growled, fisting his hand in the boy's shirt to stop his actions and to resist his own urge to just shake some damn sense into him. “You understand me?! I ain't no gahdamned fag 'n I can do a lot better than getting' off to some disrespectin' runt like you!”

“W-woah, hey!” Scout blurted out, moving to grab Engineer's fist with both of his, trying to peel it off. “I was just tryin' to... Ain't that what you want? Ya don't gotta be nervous or nothin'! I ain't gonna tell no one!” And again with his damned big mouth. He really oughta learn when to shut the heck up.

“Let's jus' say the constant reminders of yer public position on homosexuals is doin' a right nice job of killin' my engine,” he muttered, swatting the boy away from him and shrugging his arm back into the slouching strap of his overalls. He had to just ignore the feelin – there was such a thing as self-respect, after all. And his balls weren't nearly blue as the kid's had been t'go subjugating himself to bein' made fun of all damn night.

“It ain't even a position, it's like, a freakin' fact or something'! Geez. Ya don't gotta go takin' it so personally, Engie.” Suddenly, Scout wasn't looking too hot, “I just thought I would help ya out, y'know, I just, freakin fuckin – ergh.” He shoved the Engineer away, spinning around in a motion that literally made him sick – thankfully all over the ground and not all over the Engineer or himself.

“...” A sigh left him and he propped his hands in his hips; welp. That was that. While Scout let up his food and all that beer he'd drunk, Engineer surveyed his options. His instinct told him to leave the little shit out here, just let him meander back into the base when he felt like it. But... damnit, his Momma didn't raise him that way. So with a roll of his eyes he stepped over to the ice chest, fishing out another beer. It was all he had so it'd have to do.

“ 'ere,” he grunted, twisting off the cap and passing it to the boy after the heaving seemed to lessen. “Wash yer mouth out. Don't swallow it 'r you'll just start up all over 'gain.”

Scout choked out the last of the vomit, gripping his aching stomach with one hand and grasping for the beer in the other, “Yeah... okay.”

He did as the Engineer told him, taking a swig of it and washing the bitter taste out of his mouth. He spat out and then quietly groaned, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. “Don't uh, feel so... great, Engie.”

“Yeah, yeah... told ya t'go easy on it, son,” Engineer sighed, and with a careful hand he took the beer back from the kid and left it on the tailgate, redonning his glove before one hand grasped the back of Scout's shirt and the other held him by the seat of his britches, half hauling and half helping him back toward the base. “We'll put ya in bed, let ya sleep it off...”

“Yeah, mm... that sounds like the best freakin' idea ever.” Scout let himself be helped along, his head lolling sleepily against the Engineer's shoulder as he walked.

Don't shove him off, don't shove him off... Engineer had to repeat that in his head like a damn mantra, rolling his eyes and hurrying the both of them back into the base. Now then, all he had to do was get to the Scout's room. Then he could dump him off, get back to his workshop and uh... take care of some things...

But the Scout was falling asleep already, making the trip back to the boy's room long and tiresome. The Scout stumbled every couple of steps, his hands fisting the back of Engineer's shirt as he fought to stay upright. Still, soon enough they were at the younger man's door. Well it didn't seem like Scout had enough sense in him at the moment to get the knob, so Engineer shifted the boy in his arm and got the door open, lugging him inside.

Ugh, what a mess... he really was a kid. “A'ight boy, in ya go...” He dragged Scout to his bed and more or less just... dropped him down onto it.

Scout let out a little 'oomph' as he fell but was soon stretching out onto the mattress, curling the sheets around him and closing his eyes. This lasted all of five seconds before his eyes opened up again, staring at Engie through narrow slits. “...Hey... mm... Thanks for... you know... stuff. And this... and everything.”

Engineer brushed his hands off and thrust them into his pockets, giving a grunt and looking to one side to occupy himself with the baseball posters on the Scout's wall, “Yeah... yer welcome. Take an aspirin in the mornin' fer yer hangover, 'n... well, s'pose that's it.”

“Yeah... okay...” Scout closed his eyes again, tucking the sheet up around his chin, not seeming to mind that he was still fully dressed, socks and shoes and all. “...Hey, uh... Engie?”

He was starting to eye the door, but upon hearing his name – 'err, his RED name, anyway, he couldn't help but glance back down toward the Scout, crooking an only partially-amused brow. “Mm?”

“... Sorry fer callin' ya a fag and stuff... even if it's what ya are... I mean, er... I dunno... I didn't mean to make you freakin' cry or whatever... uh, I guess...”

...Well, now it was an entirely unamused expression. One of Scout's “apologies” always took care of that right quick. “Yeah. Well.” He gave a snort, swiping a digit beneath his nose and idly nudging the edge of the bed with his knee. “ 'ppreciate the sentiment. I think. You jus' rest up 'n I'll see ya t'morrow.”

“Yeah, all right.” And finally, finally Scout settled down to sleep. He was out like a light before Engineer had even left the room. Alcohol would do that to a man though.

Engineer gave the Scout one more look before tugging his blanket up a bit more securely around him and then stepping to the door, flicking off the light upon his exit. Once out in the hall, he sighed, glancing to the right where his workshop was, but then going left. He'd shower before going to bed. A nice, cold as fuckin' hell shower.