1 . Name: Jathis @ 2009-08-03 22:16

Medic was clearly teasing him, there was absolutely no doubt about that in his mind.

Sniper gulped softly as he watched his lover enjoying a cinnamon flavored candy stick. The German was obviously enjoying himself, sucking lazily on the sugary confection while reading a book that had just recently been published and sent to him as a gift from Blu headquarters, Slaughterhouse Five.

Clearing his throat, Sniper crossed his legs carefully as he leaned back in his chair, unable to keep his eyes off of those lips of his.

“Coo…” he muttered to himself, watching as the entire thing was nearly slid into Medic’s mouth before being removed.

"Hmm?" Medic looked up from his book innocently, his tongue in the middle of a long lick up the sides of the treat.

"Good book?" Sniper asked weakly.

"It is very strange." Medic admitted, frowning down at the book.

"Aye?"

"Und very sad. He speaks of zhe death of Dresden."

Sniper watched as the stick was given a short lick on the tip and he made a soft grunt of frustration.

"Are you feeling all right, Herr Sniper?" Medic asked, his eyes locked on the current page.

He gasped in surprise when the book was suddenly yanked out of his hand and thrown onto the table.

"Sniper!"

"You bloody tease!" Sniper growled, straddling the German as he ripped his shirt open.

"Ve are in zhe kitchen!" he cried.

"So?"

"You need to..."

Any further protests were cut off as Sniper kissed him on the lips. With a moan Medic opened his mouth for Sniper's prying tongue and he wrapped his arms around his lover's middle.

"Delicious." Sniper laughed as they parted lips.

"Ja?"

"Yer whole mouth tastes like cinnamon." he explained.

"Sit down." Medic instructed, pushing him off gently as he got to his own feet.

Sniper obeyed and he smiled knowingly as Medic knelt down between his spread legs.

"Yer mouth is still sticky with that candy." he noted as his belt was removed and his fly was opened slowly.

"Und?" Medic asked, cocking an eyebrow as he freed Sniper's erection.

"I'm just sayin' thaaNGH!"

Medic closed his eyes as he started to suck his lover's cock, swirling his tongue lazily in a clockwise motion around the head. Bracing himself on his knees, he wrapped his arms around Sniper's middle, moaning loudly as he took in his entire cock in long sucks.

"Fu..."

"Mmm!"

"So I said 'Boink muthafucka!' Dat Spy went down hard after dat!"

"You are funny leetle man!"

Medic and Sniper's eyes snapped open in horror as both of them froze, Sniper's cock still in Medic's mouth as they heard Scout and Heavy coming towards the open kitchen door.

"Shit!" Sniper hissed.

Medic dove under the table, hidden by the blue tablecloth.

"Push in your chair und hide zhat!" he hissed at the still stunned Sniper.

Shaking his head, Sniper did as he was told, quickly picking up the book and pretending to be reading it just as Scout entered the room.

"Why 'ello there fellow teammate and friend!" he said, his smile a bit too wide and his voice a little too high pitched to be normal.

"What da fuck is wrong wid you?" Scout demanded instantly.

“Uhh…”

“Comrade Sniper, why you reading book upside down?” Heavy asked.

Under the table, Medic rolled his eyes and lightly struck his forehead with the palm of his hand.

Dummkopf!

Shaking his head, Medic sighed and looked up once more and he cocked an eyebrow when he noted that his lover was still as hard as a rock, despite the fact that two men had interrupted them.

Vhy didn’t he just zip up?!

With a frown Medic slid himself between the Sniper’s legs and he decided to get rid of his erection one way or another.

“Umm…”

“I know what is going on!” Heavy said suddenly, a serious expression coming onto his face.

“You do?” Sniper asked.

“You need to eat!”

Oh thank God…

“Oh ayYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEIIIIII!”

The book was thrown over his head violently as his cheeks started to burn a bright red and his eyes became wide behind his sunglasses.

Medic was sucking his cock…hard and fast.

Scout and Heavy both shared a look of worry.

“Snipes?” Scout asked.

“Ye-yes?”

“Are you ok?”

“Never better…”

“You sure?”

Fuck! His tongue felt so good…

“I am positive.”

“I dunno man…”

“Are you feeling sick, Comrade Sniper? Maybe you should go see leetle German doctor.” Heavy offered, digging through the refrigerator and taking out a whole sandvich, cutting it in half and giving one to Scout.

“He always makes me feel betta and he even has leetle jar of candy sticks!”

Sniper would never be able to look at candy sticks the same way again after this…

“Ngh…is that so?” he asked, resting his elbows on the table, resting his forehead against the palm of one hand as the other was clenched into a tight fist.

God...he was so close...

“Umm…maybe you two are right. I’m not really feelin’ well. I’ll go see Medic later.”

Fucking leave fucking leave fucking leave GODDAMMIT GET OUT!

The two left him alone a few minutes later, Scout pausing to give Sniper a concerned look before finally shutting the kitchen door behind him.

“Gah!”

With a violent thrust forward that made Medic gag on his cock, Sniper came violently down his throat, throwing his head back as he fought hard not to let out his usual orgasm roar.

Medic was wearing a grin on his face that would have made the Cheshire cat jealous when he finally crawled out from under the table and Sniper shot him an angry glare as he panted heavily, finally putting himself away and fixing his pants.

“You…don’t play fair.”

With a laugh Medic sat in his lap, hugging him tightly as he gave his cheek a light peck.

“I know.” He consented.

“Wicked German!”

“Horny Australian.”

“Now Scout and Heavy think I’ve lost my damned mind!”

Shaking his head, Medic hugged his lover tighter, kissing him on the temple.

“Zhat is because you have, liebe.”

“Thanks for the support.”

“Bitte Schön!”