tosbox | making my way downtown

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making my way downtown

[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.

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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. ]

[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.

[ 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.

[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.

[ 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... ]

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.]

[ 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. ]

[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.

[ 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?

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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 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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? ]

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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.]

Yeah. [ Scout will admit it, at least partially. ] I'm not sure how I feel about letttin' you put yer mouth on my dick.

[ Well, it's not just any mouth. If he lies back and concentrates, it could be, he supposes. ]

You don't 'ave to if you don't want to.

[The grip on Scout's body lessens to a gentle, almost ghostly touch.]

But if you back out now, you must keep your end of t'e bargain.

[Looking up at Scout now, eyes hooded but lacking his usual sharpness. While Spy loves to push Scout's buttons, he still respects him, maybe even likes him, somewhere in those layers of his.]

[ Scout is divided between his perceived trust in Spy, his actual trust in Spy, his compass for how straight he is, and how much that matters. His hand pauses, even the flick of his thumb across the head of his cock. He peers down at the other man. ]

What's that?

[ Did he agree to something for this? He can't remember now. The physical stimulation has fractured his admittedly simplistic mind. ]

Hmm.

[Spy prolongs the hum, letting the vibration travel again. His teammate seems distracted, and he himself isn't sure if that's a desirable response right now.]

'Ave you forgotten already? T'e reason I am even considering doing t'is is because you seemed bent on refusing to let me live down my mistake. If you 'ave decided t'at it isn't wort' what I am about to give you, t'en I am unsure as to why I'm doing t'is.

So that's what yer after. I asked you about that and you didn't say.

[ A tiny bit of smugness afforded there. The toes of his shoes hook into Spy's underarms, digging just a little. ]

I dunno, maybe I wanna hold onto that a while. It ain't too often you make a mistake, not to mention fuck up dat bad.

[ Tease tease tease. ]

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Alright. So is t'ere anyt'ing else you'd like to toss into t'e basket of gifts I'm offering to you, or is t'is entirely off t'e table? If so, I will back off now.

[His lips curl back, not in a scowl but not in a grin, either. His mouth is still awfully close to his target, but a show of teeth isn't exactly appealing, is it?]

While this isn't somet'ing I am opposed to, you still 'ave to earn it.

[ Scout isn't sure. Jesus Christ, there's a warm and willing mouth ready to suck him off. For any prospect, he ought to be thankful. But he isn't, he isn't grateful so much as he feels entitled, now. ]

Haven't I?

[ Scout pushes his jumpsuit down just enough, with effort pries his hand away from his half-hard cock. ]

Go on, den, Spy.

[ Suddenly confronted with being sucked off or not, his lizard brain vouches for yes. ]

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[Scoffing, Spy decides it's not worth answering. They've both got different ideas of what Scout deserves. If it'll come back to bite him when he's through with this, well, Spy has his own ideas of retribution, and none of them are anywhere within the vicinity of peaceful.

One of his hands remains on Scout's hip to keep him steady, pulling him closer to allow better access. His other hand takes Scout by the base of his cock with a firm grip. His fingers provide a cool contrast to the warmth of Scout's body, though he doesn't open his mouth, not yet. Instead, he gets a feel for what he's working with, his touch traveling upwards to stroke the skin connecting the head to the shaft.]

[ It's certainly different, he remembers and realizes both, having someone's grip besides your own on you. The feel of the other man's touch coaxing up his shaft is just as thrilling as the touch of a member of the opposite sex, he finds, which might be interesting if he weren't so concerned with the implications.

You might think a man like him, all vocalization and a large weapon, might be smaller within the law of averages, but Scout is actually a bit bigger than most men. It's less an overcompensation and more a vocalization of what he has, which more often than not ( at least by his methods ) disassociates him from his prospects.

And he certainly twitches under Spy's touch. As divided as his mind may be, there's no mistake his libido is definitely interested in what the older man has to offer him, and he firms up under Spy's inspection.

Scout himself lets out a quiet breath, blue eyes watching the stranger-not-stranger progress along his cock. The stroke provokes a small twitch of his feet against the other man's sides, but nothing more for now. ]

You seem hesitant.

[ He taunts the other, somehow managing an even tone despite the fact a part of him would like to writhe at just this much. ]

Hesitant?

[He breathes the word, finally opening his mouth to let the air from his lungs fan against Scout's erection.]

It is not my problem t'at you are all about instant gratification while I prefer t'e long game.

[His eyes flicker upwards, seeking out his partner's gaze. As he speaks, he draws closer, letting his lips brush against Scout's cock with every word that falls from his mouth.

But he isn't doing this for the pleasure of it. Not the physical kind, anyway-- this is all a game, as usual, and he'll play Scout like a finely tuned instrument. He takes one last moment to smirk to himself, still looking upwards, before dragging his tongue over the underside of Scout's erection.]

[ Scout tenses up at the waft of breath, but he does everything in his power not to give in to Spy's words, to that stimulation. It works, at least until lips drag up against his cock. It's a challenge, he can recognize it. It's not until he sees and feels Spy's tongue draw up the length of his erection that he shivers. Jesus Christ. ]

A--ll I'm hearin' is you really like dick in your mouth.

[ A little catch, excuse him. Oh man. ]

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nasty, nasty finals

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

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

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

noooo welp. soon.

The worst is over thankfully. Soon there will be freEEDOOMM

bless

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