making my way downtown

[un_beau_coquin]

[The big issue here isn't getting fired. No, Spy will be fine for now, considering all that he's saved. Losing a resource as powerful as RED and Mann Co in general is a blow indeed, but Spy can get by. Right now, he's more concerned about living and making sure none of his loose ends catch up to him.

Most of the things he's taking back with him are either essential or expensive. The weapon magazines and catalogues sent by RED are still sitting in his old quarters, along with some leisure books and even some pieces of his old uniform. The suit has always been a part of his look, so he keeps some of it; they make for some decent padding for the wine stored in the trunk of his car.

With his tie slung around his neck and his jacket over his arm, Spy makes a mental checklist of all he needs. His life is pretty much stowed away in his wallet: bank cards, multiple IDs, cash, miniature cloaking device, plane tickets... He pats his pants pocket for the only thing that doesn't fit in his wallet: his passport. Not that he'll need it for the flight, but it's good to have these things just in case.

A tiny part of his brain nags at him, urging him to feel sentimental about leaving his workplace of over four years. But to hell with that - god knows this won't be the last he's seen of them.

When Scout hobbles up to his car, a mess of stupidity and arm casts, Spy is tempted to slam the door in his face and make him eat his dust trail. But, of course, the little mongrel has to pull the mother card and all of a sudden Spy feels responsible.]

I have a jet leaving in fifty minutes. You've got twenty. Get in the car.

Comments

[un_beau_coquin]

[He chuckles dryly.]

Speaking of "'ead"...

[He makes a crude gesture.]

You don't deserve t'at quite yet, I'm afraid.

[bonking]

I dunno, I mighta killed dat guy. You kinda owe me one.

[ Yeah fucking right. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

Come now, my kill count 'ere is 'igher t'an yours. You'll 'ave to do better t'an t'at.

[He brushes his lower lip with his thumb.]

Plus, I doubt you'd last longer t'an two minutes.

[bonking]

Whuddeva, you did that fer--

[ He scoffs. Spy's probably about right, not that he thinks so. ]

All I'm hearin' right now is you really like dick in ya mouth.

[ These games of gay chicken have really started to desensitize him, he's realizing. ]

You lose dat knife I gave you?

[un_beau_coquin]

I've 'ad worse t'ings. Drugs, for instance. Questionable prison food. T'e works.

[Spy has noticed, too. Either way, Scout is still very easy to play, which means high morale for Spy.

Nonetheless, he won't push it too much. Instead, he roots around the many spaces in his jumpsuit.]

I still 'ave it. Why?

[bonking]

[ ...There's no damn way the food is that bad, come on. And Scout actually kind of likes the drugs insomuch as they keep him from wanting to scream with no place to fucking run. ]

I dunno, I figured they mighta searched ya.

[ He wanted to move off the topic. ]

Next time for sure, den.

[un_beau_coquin]

[It's a weak attempt and Spy is ready to pick it apart.]

T'ey did, but did you t'ink I'd keep it in a place t'ey would notice? Please.

Not only do you make t'e mistake of underestimating me, but you also play a poor game of trying to change t'e subject. Fellatio is not about t'e taste, mon petit.

[He grins, purring the nickname.]

[bonking]

Dunno, you were pretty off yer game today.

[ Not gonna let that go any time soon. ]

Da fuck's dat supposed ta mean?

[ Multiple meanings here, take your pick. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[Approaching the bed now, closing the distance between them with slow steps.]

It's about t'e look on your partner's face, t'e 'ands in your 'air, t'e sounds from t'eir lips...

[He stops about a foot away from the bed, a finger pressed against his own lips.]

What exactly is it t'at you want me to do to compensate for my mistake today?

[bonking]

[ Scout's eyes narrow warily as the other approaches, causing his heels to slightly bump against the frame as he kicks his feet anxiously boredly.

His lip twitches, divided between a smirk and a sneer. ]

Whaddayou got to offer?

[ Just like something a certain someone said a while back. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

So you're leaving it to me?

[The echo isn't lost on him.]

I've not much on me, I'm afraid. What you see is what you get.

[He taps his fingers against his cheeks and licks his lips.]

So you t'ink letting t'is one mistake go is wort'y of such a prize?

[bonking]

Guess dat depends on how much you don't wanna hear 'bout it no more.

[ No Mr. Perfect Know-it-All Fancymurder, unable to do the most crucial job while Scout had succeeded in everything he was asked so far ( technically ). Something like that's gotta stick to the old frenchie. Still, he's not getting his hopes, or rather his fears up. Of course, he assumes his and Spy's egos are on parallel with each other. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[Spy chuckles, shaking his head.

To him, sucking off his dear teammate has much different connotations than it does to Scout, and he recognizes this completely. The act isn't really the issue here - Spy could do worse, has done worse. It's really the consequences that he has to consider.

Would Scout lord it over him? Possibly. That depends on whether or not the gay panic catches up to him. And if it doesn't, then that opens up a whole new playing field. But then again, that would also put Spy at an initial disadvantage. Though it's not like Spy wouldn't be able to level the score.]

What you perceive to be irritating is different t'an what I do... But if t'is is what you want, I suppose I could give it to you.

[bonking]

[ Despite the fact that there's heavy evidence that Spy's willing to follow up on everything he offers, Scout's honestly convinced this particular one isn't happening. ]

I dunno, I think I do a pretty good job pissin' you off. Blablabla. You better make a move or shove off.

[un_beau_coquin]

[Challenge accepted.

Except it proves to be more awkward than he's expecting. Does he go with foreplay? Should he kiss him? Would that warrant a punch in the face that upsets his nose even more? At least he's sitting at an accessible angle, though he's not sure he wants to do this standing up.

Stepping forward, he reaches out to put a hand on Scout's thigh.]

I trust you not to punch or knee me in t'e face as a way of telling me to stop. I t'ink I may actually, truly kill you if you do.

[bonking]

[ At which point you can see Scout's brain fizzling a little. ]

Uh... Nah, that'd just be uh. Rude or whuddeva.

[ The proximity and the hand on his thigh have gotten him concerned despite himself. He's not actually gonna... ]

[un_beau_coquin]

Bien. Now t'at t'at 'as been established...

[He takes another step forward. His other hand goes for Scout's other thigh. Once settled, he kneads the muscle there, aiming to slowly work his way inwards.]

[bonking]

[ Scout jumps a little as Spy's fingers squeeze his thighs, giving off a strangled noise. It hadn't been the reality of the other's intent that has hit him first, however, it's that the way the other touched him... kind of tickled. Either way, he's fallen back on Spy's bed, half laying, half sitting up. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[His hands continue on up until they reach the space between Scout's legs. He pauses here, glancing up at his teammate only to see him laid back. His touch roams, feeling around his loose clothing.]

Hé. You will need to unzip your jumpsuit.

nasty, nasty finals

[bonking]

[ Scout's hands are going for his zipper before he even realizes it. It's only when he gets it halfway down his torso that he pauses and considers the situation. ]

You sure about dis? It's a lot bigger than a cigarette.

[ Which is true; even without being erect, he knows he has nothing to be ashamed of while Spy is pawing at him. Now, the concept of this being his first possible homosexual encounter is more daunting. Is it really gay if you're just getting sucked off by another dude?

Possibly he's just trying to dissuade the other man before he gets to the point of no return. ]

I gotta know - is it just dat you want my dick dis bad or is it that you don't want me to talk about how bad you fucked up no more?

i'm so sorry, we're having finals over here too

[un_beau_coquin]

Wouldn't you like to know.

[He leans forward to rest his cheek against Scout's thigh.]

Are you 'aving doubts, mon petit?

[His words come out as his usual purr, all while wearing a smirk. The vibration of his voice should travel up the length of Scout's leg.]

it's all good. after this week I'm freeeeee

[bonking]

[ It's strange and sensual, such a simple gesture; the other man is half a stranger to him, at least by looks. One of Scout's hands dips down, almost delving into the longer hair but he stops just short, moving to flick the other man between the eyes instead. ]

Fuck, it seems like you been drivin' for it so long, maybe I oughta let you have a taste.

[ That isn't to say the vibration doesn't effect him at all, but that's beside the point. Scout can't blame his dick for being intrigued by any prospect of stimulation, not this far out from a girl. There's a quiet war going on, though. ]

If you bite me, I'm gonna kill you.

[ Still not fully unzipping yet, though his hands are there, and he cants his hips just enough to where he's pressing that part of himself against Spy's face, just daring him to be repulsed. ]

Good luck <3 i've got two next week, sadly

[un_beau_coquin]

[He takes the flick, moving his head toward Scout's hand and biting at the air around it.]

I promise I won't. But t'at might be t'e only promise I can make.

[As Scout tilts forward, Spy inclines his head to meet the movement, nose and mouth nuzzling the warmth there. His hands seek out Scout's hips, rubbing circles into his pelvic bone. Even if Scout's mind is indecisive, his body is less so, and Spy is prepared for that.]

noooo welp. soon.

[bonking]

[ Oh crap. Spy all but buries his face into Scout's groin and the younger man can't really help the stir of interest at that. He can imagine his hands splaying out and scrabbling down the other man's shoulders, pushing him away, but that isn't what happens.

What happens is Scout takes a sharp inhale of breath, his heels digging against the bed frame. There's a certain twitch against the other man's lips and cheek, and Scout's hands unzip the jumpsuit until it's down past his navel. A hand dips inside, knuckles brushing Spy's chin as he takes himself in hand uncertainly, at least to start. ]

What about finishin' what you start?

[ Scout's hand moves under the cloth, pulling himself upright and stroking enough to urge himself a bit more firm; part of him is visible now, just reaching the center of his belly button, though his fingers worry at the head as if still unsure whether or not he's going to let Spy go that far with him. He can tease himself most expertly, years under the belt, figuratively and literally. What does he have to lose? ]

The worst is over thankfully. Soon there will be freEEDOOMM

[un_beau_coquin]

I can do t'at, if you will let me.

[The presence against his mouth draws him in, and he follows it as Scout touches himself. The uncertainty in his teammate's movements urge him to settle back, his cheek still resting against his thigh. He moves to tug Scout closer, to bring his breath closer to his target.]

You seem uncertain.

[Spy wants to test Scout, wants to see if his body will win against his mind. In turn, Spy isn't feeling much on his end-- not yet, anyway. Maybe if Scout gives in completely, he could indulge himself with the feeling of control, but for now, he's content with satisfying his curiosity.]