...Medic Watches like it's Nazi Parade Day. (title by Rabbi Vole)

This is a fulfilled kink meme request: "87.Requesting Medic being awesome. Any pair having sex (Preferebley something with sniper or Engie in it, maybe paired with Scout?) and Medic walking in on it. But Medic doesn't leave, he grabs a chair and starts to masturbate much to the dismay of the others."

I really hope you enjoy it. Thanks to Mentlegen and Rabbi Vole for beta-reading.

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He says that standing around staring at the sky’s gonna get me sniped one day, and he’s probably right, but I can’t help it sometimes. It beats hanging around near the rocket. The sky is usually blue and cloudless, and it reminds me of Texas. I’d like to go home soon, but that seems to be a mixed bag sometimes. I don’t know if he’d come back with me.



His voice makes me start with surprise. “You’re thinkin’ hard, mate, and it ain’t inventions you’re thinkin’ of.”



I look over my shoulder and see that it’s him. Sniper. He snuck up behind me and was now perched on a barrel like one of them kiwi birds he’s told me about.



“Just lettin’ mah mind wander,” I say, which is true.



“Idle hands are the devil’s work,” he replies, scooting off the barrel to approach me. He takes off his sunglasses – he’s not a Spy, thank God – and reaches out to take my hands in his.



I smile. “Don’t think it goes quite like that.”



“Fuckin’ Yankee sayin’s. You know what I mean, right?”



“I think so. Why?” It’s then I notice that he’s giving my hands a bit of a squeeze and there’s a gleam in his eye. A smirk is growing on his lips and he comes a little closer.



“Wanna give your hands som’in t’do, mate?”



It’s not hard to tell what he wants, especially when he tugs my goggles onto my forehead, tips up my helmet, and sets his own hat on the ground. Sniper’s grinning, brushing a thumb along my lips. “C’mon,” he murmurs softly, voice low and rough, “Y’haven’t given any in two weeks. I’m damn lonely.”



Sniper leans in and kisses me. His lips are chapped and he hasn’t shaved in a while, but I love it nonetheless. The team thinks he’s a freak because he lives in his van and keeps his distance from most of us, but that’s just his job. I’ve gotten used to not seeing him for several days on end – he is a professional, after all – but he hasn’t acclimated to leaving me. One time he told me it was easy to be alone when that was all anybody wanted, but since we got…involved with each other, it got harder for him to stay away.



I’ve never been one for interrupting another’s man’s work, but if he makes that choice to come out of his nest and start kissing me…



Golly, I’m missing my shirt.



“Sniper,” I say, pushing his hands away. He’s gotten my overalls unhooked and my shirt on the ground. He was letting his fingers wander along my chest. Took a pinch on a nipple to break my reverie. I do let my mind wander too much.



“Don’t stop me,” he replies, nearly growling it. He kisses me again, stubble rough and scratching against my own facial hair. I groan into the kiss – he’s damn good at this. Got me half naked without even me noticing. He’s all kinds of desperate, and he lets me know it by cupping my dick through my clothes.



I gasp, feeling myself harden with just that scant touch. I can wait for longer between our little meetings, but Sniper is hornier than a toad and he knows what he’s doing. Meanwhile he doesn’t give up kissing me, letting his tongue into my mouth and tasting me. I kiss him back as hard as I can – he likes it rough – only pausing as he pulls his own shirt off. His vest has been lumped on the ground next to his hat for what seems like hours. Then he plants his lips back on mine and pushes me back against my Dispenser…



Oh, damn it, the Dispenser! I quickly disentangle him from me. “Sniper, darlin’, I can’t—”



Sniper gives my cock a squeeze through my overalls. “This says otherwise. What part of don’t stop me do you not understand?”



I groan out loud, hips rocking into his touch, but… “Sniper, no—”



“Herr Engineer?”



Two gasps escape two different throats. One of them is mine. The other belongs to Medic. The doctor has just come from Point E, and he’s carrying a canister full of the healing liquid he manufactures. It’s the same canister that my Dispenser usually has equipped. As a matter of fact, it’s the one I asked Medic to refill, the one I was waiting to reinstall when he was finished.



He’s done with it now, but Sniper’s only gotten started. Sniper glances over his shoulder at Medic, groans in frustration, then turns back to me and murmurs, “I can’t win, can I?”



“Sniper, stop it,” I hiss, grabbing for his hands. He snarls at me, bucking his hips against mine. I can feel his own erection through his jeans, and it dawns on me that this hasn’t deterred him in the least. If anything…he’s even more excited.



“No, please.” The new voice startles me and I look over Sniper’s shoulder to see that Medic has taken up the perch on the barrel. He’s staring like a hawk. “Do continue. Pretend like I am not here.”



Sniper grins at him, then fixes me a hungry look. “You ‘eard the doctor.” With that, he undoes my belt, tossing it aside. Next thing I know, he’s on his knees, my trousers are puddled around my ankles, and he’s nudging his nose against the bulge in my briefs. “I know what gets you hot, mate. Let me show ya I’m serious.” Then he tugs my underwear down far enough to let my erection free, and laps his soft, wet tongue up its length.



The surge of pleasure that courses through me makes me tip my head back and moan. I love it when he gives head, and because of that, he loves to do it to me. Sniper pushes me back against the Dispenser, and I don’t resist, partly because my legs have turned to jelly. His tongue is wet and warm against me, and he doesn’t hesitate to lick along the length of my cock, tracing veins. When he looks up at me while slowly swallowing me into his throat, I can’t help but wail with the ecstasy he provides.



Sniper tugs on my hand, coaxing me to get on the ground. At this point, my thoughts all come from my penis, so I kneel down against the Dispenser. This makes my cock slip out of Sniper’s mouth. He wipes a bit of saliva off his lips with the back of his hand, the other undoing his belt. Once Sniper tugs his pants down, his own erection is freed. He never wears underwear.



As he crawls into my lap, I notice that Medic has undone his own trousers. He’s got a gloved hand in his pants, and it doesn’t take a huge leap of imagination to figure out what he’s doing, and that he’s doing it because he’s watching us. The thought makes me blush with embarrassment, but then Sniper cups my chin and makes me look at him. “Eyes on me,” he murmurs, then leans in for a kiss.



As we kiss, Sniper reaches over into the Dispenser. He rifles around in its slot for something, and then smiles when he finds it. It’s a tube of lubricant that I keep hidden way in the back, just in case. He squeezes out a line of the slick stuff on his fingers, then reaches down and starts to stroke me. I moan again as he prepares me.



“Engie,” he mutters. He coats my own fingers in the lube and shifts against me, grunting when our erections brush. “Two weeks. Gonna need a bit of help.”



I understand where he’s going with this, and I reach down to cup his ass. Sniper keens lowly as I slide fingers between the firm cheeks. I slowly circle his puckered entrance with a slick fingertip, and he grunts, squeezing my shoulders. I can’t help but smile, carefully coaxing his muscles into relaxation, and, when I can, I slip a finger inside.



“Miss this, darlin’?” I ask him. Sniper nods, groaning when a second finger joins the first. A moan slips from Medic’s lips, and when I glance over Sniper’s shoulder at him I see that the good doctor’s got his trousers and boxers – with red cross patterns – down to his thighs and his hands teasing his hardening cock. The sight makes my own erection twitch, wetness forming at the tip.



I get three fingers inside Sniper, then start to gently stretch him out, getting him ready. He clings to me tightly, arms wrapped around my shoulders. Suddenly, he cries out, hips snapping up abruptly. I grin at his reaction, kissing his cheek. All three fingers are buried deep inside him, stroking that one spot that drives him crazy. “I know you missed this…” I murmur, kissing him again.



“Engie,” he says, his voice high and desperate, “I can’t wait anymore.” Before I can reply, he reaches down, takes my cock in hand, and positions it under him. I slip my fingers out of him, and Sniper carefully sinks down onto me. I bite my lip as tightness surrounds me. Sniper doesn’t stop until I’m fully buried inside of him, every inch hugged snugly by heat.



When I realize my eyes are closed, I look at him and moan with pleasure. Sniper is tense, bracing himself against me, but a smile is slowly growing on his face. After a moment, he grins at me and says, “Yeah. I did miss this.” He tentatively rocks his hips against me, moans agreeably, and then speeds up his rhythm.



My patience splinters like a pane of glass, and once I’m sure he’s not in any pain, I start to thrust my hips up into him. It’s tricky to do, since he’s on top of me, but the little pleasured noises he makes are more than enough encouragement. Sniper shifts his weight a little, then suddenly yells, head tipping back. Knowing that I’m the one giving him this pleasure, soothing this itch, making him feel amazing is intoxicating. Hands clutching his narrow hips, I guide his movements to counter my own. I can rub new places inside of him like this, and soon he’s a beautiful mess, nails digging into my shoulders and grunted words of praise leaving his lips.



“I—I’m coming!” Sniper barks, his back arching. The look on his face is disheveled and needy, sweat running down his forehead and plastering some hair to his skin. His eyes look impossibly sky blue, and my heart aches when our gazes meet. Sniper smashes his lips against mine, and as soon as that happens, orgasm washes over him. He cries out into my mouth, his body pulsing with pleasure. Spurts of semen shoot out against my belly.



While all this has been going on, he tightens around me. This, combined with the kiss and two weeks of abstinence, send me toppling over the edge. Any noises I make are blotted out by the flashing lights I can see behind my eyes and Sniper’s lips on my own. I come deep inside of him, and he twitches at the feel.



When the world stops spinning like a merry-go-round, Sniper and I are both panting for breath. He’s leaning his head against my shoulder, eyes softly shut. I offer him a smile, and when he opens his eyes he smiles back.



I try to speak, but he reaches up with one finger and puts it over my lips, shushing me. “Let your mind wander, mate,” he says, a playful gleam in his eyes. My heart soars with the possibilities of that statement, and I can’t help but hug him close as he shuts his eyes and rests against me.



“Mein Gott.”



I look up. Medic is slumped on top of the barrel, himself in a post-coital haze. He smiles at us, the grin of a very satisfied man. Medic brings a gloved hand to his face and starts to lick at his fingers. Droplets of his own release slip down the red latex, and he laps them up hungrily. “Vonderful. Zame time next veek?”