Every repost is a repost repost. By Pippers.

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“Hey, here’s a blueprint for ya – my ass.”

At least, that’s what Scout said it was. Engineer could certainly see the similarities. Scrawled hastily at the top of the blue paper was, in fancy lettering, “My Ass” along with various other labels, none of which were very PG.
“Puzzlin’ boy,” Engineer said to himself, lifting up his hardhat to scratch his head briefly. “What could he want me tuh do with this?”

But, yes, it did bear a certain resemblance to Scout’s ass; firm, well-muscled, albeit it a bit small. That was alright, though. He wasn’t a big man by any means, and he didn’t really need to be.

Scout HAD been acting strange lately, but Engineer chalked it up to the vigor of youth; just earlier in the week Medic had taken away Scout’s bat after he whacked Heavy’s sandwich right out of his hands. Scout threw a fit. That kid really got restless sometimes, and when he got restless he did weird stuff. So this was probably one of those times.

Even so, Engineer found himself glancing over at Scout a bit more often than he normally did, and, to his surprise, observing his ass. At first, it was just to confirm that the schematic really was Scout’s. It was. But then Engineer just looked for the fun of it, because he actually enjoyed it, all the while reassuring himself that he was just double-checking to make sure. Then triple-checking. Then quadruple-checking. He still didn’t know what to do with the damn blueprint, though. Sure, it depicted an alluring and attractive part of Scout’s body, but he wasn’t about to build an ass-sentry.

More than likely it was just Scout teasing Engineer and didn’t mean anything more than that. After dinner, though, when Scout would practice his swings and everyone was off doing their respective activities, Engineer couldn’t stop himself from admiring Scout. He envied his slender frame, those well-defined calves of his, toned and hardened from running more than a normal person should be able to. Not to mention his abs. Who knows what sort of wonders could have been under that tight, red shirt? That boyish figure of his became more and more appealing the more Engineer thought about it, and all because of that damned joke of a schematic. Scout was mighty good at getting under peoples’ skin.

“Yo, hardhat,” Scout said one humid evening, dust and sweat-covered after playing a particularly intense game of baseball with everyone else. “What’cha workin’ on?”
Engineer looked up from his schematics, shuffling around some of the dark blue papers into a neat pile and setting them aside.
“Just improvin’ mah sentry design again, Scout. That BLU spy sure knows how tuh take ‘em down these days.” He scratched his chin pensively and leaned against his work desk, waiting for Scout to continue. More than likely he wanted something to be built, the demanding little shit.
“Yeah, well, I was just comin’ in to check and see if ya still had somethin’ of mine,” Scout said, wandering in and sifting through Engineer’s neatly arranged piles of papers. He bit his lip pensively for a few moments as he looked over the white ink, furrowing his brow a few times as he came across words and formulas he’d neither understand nor have any use for. His face lit up once he came to what he wanted, however, and he tossed the rest of the papers back onto the table, scattering a few of them onto the floor. Engineer tsked.
“Hey now, just what do you think yer doin’…“ He said, a bit angrily. Scout just grinned.
“So ya still got it, ya big perv,” He said, looking over the blueprint with a certain satisfaction. Engineer gulped a bit and scratched at his chin again, nervously. He had an inkling as to what Scout was holding.
“I dunno what yer talkin’ about, boy,” Engineer said, shrugging.

Scout flipped the paper around and showed Engineer, so he could clearly see the “MY ASS” lettering. He really thought he had gotten rid of that damn thing.
“Well, see, I didn’t even know I had that,” Engineer began, laughing a bit. “I just put it away and never thought about it again.”
Scout shook his head. “Liar,” he said softly, dropping the schematic back onto the table. “Sniper said he saw you lookin’ at it almost every freakin’ night.”
Engineer blushed and said nothing. Sniper had no business watching him in the first place, and Scout was probably in cahoots with him anyway, so-
“You really liked that damn thing, didn’t ya?” Scout said, taking a few steps towards Engineer, brushing some of the dust from his shirt. Engineer couldn’t help but notice the catty smile on his face, the hint of sweat dripping down his neck, the way his hips swayed ever so slightly as he walked forward…

“Scout, I ain’t gonna talk to you about this,” Engineer said, standing up a bit straighter, trying to assert his manhood. “Sniper’s a lyin’ bastard anyway, so you pay him no mind and just go back to doin’ whatever you need to do.”
“I know what I gotta do, Engineer,” Scout said, putting a hand on his shoulder. He was still looking at him with a certain sense of, what was it… lust? Engineer didn’t want to think about it.
“And what’s that?” Engineer asked. He didn’t really want to know.
“You, obviously,” Scout said softly, wrapping his arms around Engineer and drawing him closer. “What the hell else? Don’t play dumb with me, pally.”

Engineer froze for a moment, Scout’s rock hard abs pressed firmly against him, the scent of his boyish sweat curling around his nostrils… Scout was rubbing his leg gently against Engineer’s.
“Engie,” he whispered, licking his lips slowly and deliberately. “Yer freakin’ sexy, ya know that?”
“I-I had no idea, Scout…” Engineer stuttered, grabbing hold of Scout’s midsection and gently trying to push him away.

But Scout persisted.
“Lookit ya! Already tryin’ to play grab-ass with me,” he said, nodding towards Engineer’s hands. Engineer suddenly became very embarrassed.
“Scout, I want ya ta quit this right now! I ain’t got time for yer little games!” Engineer said, a bit louder than he intended. Scout loosened his grip a bit, though, and shrunk back a bit, pouting.
“E-Engie, all I wanted to do was have a little fun with ya…” Scout mumbled, taking his hat off and setting it to the side, almost like some weird sign of respect. Scout never took that damn thing off. He pursed his lips after a long, awkward moment of silence, frowning at Engineer and pushing against him.

“Listen, pal,” he said sharply; his apologetic demeanor nowhere to be found. “I came all the way here to tell ya how I feel! That’s freakin’ embarassin, man, especially after I made ya that damn blueprint! And now your lyin’ and sayin’ you don’t freakin’ like it?! That’s ridiculous!” And Scout kept going on like that, pushing on Engineer’s chest and backing him up, his nose crinkled with juvenile anger, until they hit a wall. Engineer gulped. He was pinned.

Scout sighed heavily, eyebrows furrowed and the corners of his mouth turned down, quite angry. He found that he still had his hands on Engineer’s chest, so he did what seemed the logical thing to do: He groped. He groped and ran his hands along Engineer’s midsection, biting his lower lip and sighing a bit. This kid was convinced about getting his way. Engineer put his hands against the wall, unsure of what else to do, and held his breath. Maybe if he did nothing Scout would go away.

But Scout instead unbuttoned Engineer’s overalls, slipping the straps over his shoulders and pulling it down a bit, smiling again.
“See, you ain’t even resistin’,” he said softly, tugging Engineer’s red shirt up and looking at his abs. “Jesus, Engie.”
Engineer blushed a bit, and despite his previous stubbornness he couldn’t help but want Scout’s hands touching him again.
“Liftin’ a lot of metal, yuh know,” Engineer said softly. His thoughts raced.

Touch me. No, go away. No, wait, touch me some more.

“Fuckin’ hardhat,” Scout said, reaching up and taking Engineer’s hat off, kissing him firmly on the lips. The lack of stubble on Scout’s face was almost astonishing, but it was a welcomed feeling. Scout wrapped his arms around the Texan again, nuzzling into his cheek and lifting himself off the ground for a few moments.
“I’m gonna fuck your pants off.”

Engineer widened his eyes a bit beneath his goggles. Did he hear him right? He only thought Scout was trying to be cute, not to get all hot and heavy with him... Not here, at least. Sniper may as well be watching. The windows were damn huge in that place. Scout went to work anyway, pulling Engineer’s shirt over his head, and commanding him to do the same. Tentatively, biting his lower lip, Engineer grabbed hold of the bottom of Scout’s shirt. He looked at the boy briefly, studying his face. He wasn’t even looking back at him. He was looking at his crotch.

“Quit lookin’ at my dick, boy,” Engineer said quietly, pulling Scout’s shirt over his head and tossing it haphazardly within the room. Scout scoffed and ran his fingers along Engineer’s jawline, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look into his eyes.
“I can tell you got a damn horse cock in there, Engie,” he said. He certainly had a way with words.

Engineer blushed, but certainly didn’t deny it, as Scout ran his fingers gingerly along his abs, up and down a few times before sticking his finger into the waistband of the heart pattern boxers he was wearing. Before he could say anything, Scout had tugged the boxers to Engineer’s ankles, not trying at all to suppress a loud ‘holy shit!’
“I was freakin’ right!” Scout said, still knelt on his knees, smiling smugly. He put his hand on the man’s hard, nearly throbbing erection and stroked it slowly, firmly. Engineer did all he could to keep quiet, Scout’s smooth hands a sensation he couldn’t say he’d experienced before.

Scout kept going, fingers gripping tightly, standing up again and somehow never breaking his pace. He kissed Engineer’s neck, putting his free hand on the man’s shoulder as if to prevent him from moving.
“Like that, don’t ya?” Scout whispered, his excited breath hot against Engineer’s neck. All the Southerner could manage was a weak nod and a soft, embarrassed moan as he began to thrust his hips slightly, almost imperceptively, into Scout’s gentle hand.

Scout grinned and begun to pump harder and faster, breathing heavily and nearly gritting his teeth – Engineer’s erection wasn’t something easy to handle. He continued this way, with Engineer pinned against the wall and his arousal growing with each pump, each soft moan from the bigger man rendering him weak in the knees. Engineer murmured Scout’s name, leaning forward and kissing him where ever he could manage, his head spinning from arousal and passion – Scout was damn good with his hands.

But he didn’t realize that a simple, poorly drawn picture could make him feel like this in the first place. Engineer leaned his head back against the wall and let out a loud groan, somewhere between “more, Scout” and “oh, god”. Scout reacted accordingly and pumped along with the rocking of Engineer’s hips, along with his slightly erratic and sharp breaths. Scout was pleased to see that the man’s face was an endearing shade of red. Scout’s strokes became stronger and quicker still, his hand keeping Engineer in place still firmly pressed against his strong, well-muscled chest.

Engineer panted, in a much harsher way this time, and kissed Scout on the lips, moaning huskily and thankful, almost relieved, that he was almost finished.

Scout realized this and smiled again, that sly and slightly mischievous smile, sliding his smooth and nimble hands up and down, up and down, until finally Engineer couldn’t hand it anymore. He threw his head back again, leaning against the wall entirely, letting out a cry much more satisfied than Scout expected to hear, and came into Scout’s slender hand.

Engineer let out one last pant and slid down the wall until he reached the floor, rubbing his closely-cut hair with his hand, surprised. No, shocked. Completely content, even.
“Jesus…” he muttered, running his hand down his face, wiping the sweat that had appeared there.
Scout knelt down again, leaning over Engineer, covertly wiping the cum onto his overalls and smiling. He was going to say something stupid, Engineer knew it. Something demeaning or uppity.
“I fuckin’ love you, Engie,” was Scout’s only statement. He grabbed the Texan’s goggles and lifted them up, setting them gently on his forehead and looking at him directly. He was serious. He kissed Engineer on the lips tenderly, wrinkling his nose adorably and rubbing it against the older man’s. He stood up and grabbed his shirt from the floor, slipping it over himself with no trouble at all. He didn’t look worried about the state he was in; though he was much sweatier than before, he could simply tell everyone he was out for a workout. A vigorous, passionate workout.

Engineer just sat there, hatless and goggleless, with certain items of clothing missing. He could safely say that he was missing all the things that he needed to feel protected under any normal circumstances, but today certainly wasn’t normal. Scout just jacked him off like it was nothing. And he loved it.

Picking up his hat in one swift motion, Scout made his way for the exit, smiling widely and waving.
“Thanks, Hardhat,” he said, wiping a bit more sweat from his forehead. “Oh, and you can keep that if you want.” He nodded to the schematic of his ass as he closed the door.

That little shit.