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

[bonking]

[ Crap. Uh. ]

Hey...

[ He settles back down somewhat, almost guiltily. ]

Sleep ok?

[un_beau_coquin]

[It's a pleasant surprise that Scout isn't bounding out of bed. Good way to start the day: at a reasonable pace. He quirks a brow, a wry smile curling his mouth.]

Oh, oui. Quite warm and cozy. And you?

[The only thing that ruins his calm demeanor is a stray shiver that rolls through his body. He doesn't do too well coping with lost heat, apparently.]

[bonking]

[ The edge of Scout's mouth pulls, almost mirroring the gesture. ]

Not bad, I guess.

[ Like a goddamn log.

He hesitates, feeling more than seeing the other man shiver, before reaching for his waist once more and, after another moment, pulling to roll Spy chest to chest with him. ]

1/2

[un_beau_coquin]

[The gesture catches Spy off guard completely. His eyes widen, a hand coming up instinctively to rest on Scout's shoulder, ready to push him away if need be.]

[un_beau_coquin]

[Then he's relaxing again, his body drawn to the warmth. His smile turns a touch more sincere.]

I'm-- glad to 'ear it.

[bonking]

[ Scout yawns, partially to cover up the fact he's pleasantly surprised Spy didn't needle him about this spur of compassion, at least not yet. ]

When's the doc supposed to get that splint off you anyway?

[un_beau_coquin]

I'm due for anot'er check up tomorrow. I will convince 'im to remove it if need be, and t'en we can make our next move.

[It's not so urgent when he's in bed and more comfortable than he's ever been since they arrived. The hand on Scout's shoulder splays out before creeping up to his neck, seeking out the warmth there.]

Comfortable, chéri?

[bonking]

[ Scout flinches a little. ]

Yeah, 'fore ya put that icecube on my neck.

[ He sneaks his free hand up, making to tap the tip of Spy's nose. ]

Does it hurt?

[ Maybe not the best way to do that, Scout. Granted, he's being pretty gentle about it. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[He grins, but his amused expression breaks as he winces.]

Not terribly, but I doubt a punch to t'e face would be much fun.

[The hand on Scout's neck sweeps up until his thumb brushes the line of his jaw.]

'Ow's t'is? Did it bruise, in t'e end?

[bonking]

Yeah, it was pretty hard not to put my knee into your big nose yesterday. You got that, right?

[ His eyes narrow a little with the ache that results from the touch. ]

Feels like it. You got a pretty mean little hook, ya bastard.

[un_beau_coquin]

You would 'ave 'ad to deal wit' my bitching if you 'ad gone and done t'at. But yes, I did.

[The word "bitching" comes out a little strange from his mouth, but it fits the situation, in his opinion.

To compensate the agitation of the sore spot, Spy dips his hand back down, rubbing the column of Scout's throat with his thumb just as he did yesterday, nails and all.]

Being able to fight comes in t'e job description, don't you t'ink?

[bonking]

[ The word 'bitching' coming out of Spy's mouth, both because of the man's accent and because Scout's delighted Spy would admit that's what it'd be, prompts a grin from the younger man. ]

Yeah, but I think the only guys who might be worse at it than you on the team's Medic and Sniper. Maybe Pyro.

[ He's lying, of course, but trying to fluff Spy up a little is one of his favorite pastimes. Nevermind the touch on his neck feels kind of good, if also a little strange. It's a sensitive area. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

Are you forgetting yourself on t'at list?

[He can tell Scout is saying that for the sake of saying it. His confidence in his own abilities is the only thing keeping him from getting annoyed at the jab.

With some fidgeting, he snakes his other hand up to join the one on Scout's neck. This hand is less cold, thanks to the fact that it spent some time wedged under their bodies, but it's there to leech more heat nonetheless.]

Funny 'ow you've lumped all t'e support roles toget'er.

[bonking]

Nope. I'm at the top.

[ It's a powerful position, having your hands on someone's throat. Maybe it's because Spy's yet to try strangling him that he let the first one be there, though he tucks his chin somewhat it. He catches the second one at the wrist, making to guide it to his armpit instead. He figures that's the only place you can get a good temperature outside of sticking a thermometer in yourself, that's gotta be the warmest place it can be. ]

That's true, I don't think I ever saw Engie get into a fist fight, so you might be better than him too. They're support fer a reason.

[un_beau_coquin]

I'm pretty sure it wouldn't be much of a problem to just jump on top of t'e Engineer's head, considering 'is 'eight.

[It's sort of a low blow, especially considering the fact that Engie's not even here to defend himself. But Spy never claims to be a fair man. Well, not often, anyway.

Another wry smile stretches Spy's mouth as his hand gets relocated. That's fine, though he does wiggle his fingers a bit, just to test the waters.]

[bonking]

[ Scout bursts into a laugh at that. Yeah, that's horrible, but it's true, the guy is pretty short. Not that Scout himself has much to be proud about in that department... ]

I guess 'everything's bigger in Texas' stopped at him, huh?

[ Careful there, Spy, that's a tickle spot. The way his legs twitch suggest as much, though the fact he's already chuckling is probably a good cover. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[Spy laugh-snorts.]

Well, maybe just 'eight wise.

[Dick jokes never get old.

But that twitch? Spy felt that. A grin slowly spreads across his face as he wiggles his fingers some more, digging a little more this time.]

[bonking]

Pfff.

[ Scout can see it, he guesses, although he doesn't have long to contemplate it because Spy is tickling him. Scout jerks this time, choking on a snort as he wriggles against the other. He slaps the other's shoulder and tries to grab that hand. ]

No!

[ It's hard to sound convincing, though, when you're fighting back laughter. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[His other hand leaves Scout's neck in favor of tickling his other side. Scout has him in his grip for about two seconds before he wrenches free and assaults his side from a slightly different angle.]

Ticklish, hmm? Très mignon.

[bonking]

[ Shit. Scout's quickly realizing this is probably the worst thing he's ever ( however accidentally ) let Spy in on about him. That'll show him to be altruistic!

In the meantime Scout bucks and writhes against Spy, unable to help either the spasms or the practical keens of laughter that are forcing their way out of his lungs. ]

Spy! Khhhkkhh stop! Stop!

[ He is trying to climb the other man at this point, rolling on top of him to try and get away. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[Spy might be enjoying this way too much. He uses one leg to steady his weight while the other goes around Scout's waist to keep him in place. It's difficult, seeing as Scout is writhing like a fish out of water, but he's got long legs.]

Ah, ah, ah, what's t'e magic word?

[Pushing back now, hoping to pin Scout with his weight while continuing his assault with both hands.]

[bonking]

[ Spy is a trap of long limbs, like some sort of tortuousoctipus. Scout is rolled over, abandoning his attempt at escape for an attempt at stooping those hands. ]

Imputum fulmiffffphahaha!

[ He can barely breathe, much less remember an incantation from forever ago. He grabs at Spy's elbows, trying to push them back and get those clever hands off of his skin. He's pretty desperate for relief at this point, just not enough to call uncle yet. The lack of oxygen going to his brain right now is probably what spurs him to lean up and try to kiss the older man. ]

that tentaspy reference.....

[un_beau_coquin]

[Considering their proximity, Spy's elbows are a pretty easy target. But even so, it's easy to slip out of Scout's grip what with him being so out of breath. Spy is about to go in for another bout of tickling after that brief interruption when Scout's mouth makes contact with his. Instead of going for Scout's sides, Spy's hands catch his weight on the bed, planted on either side of Scout's torso.

This isn't their usual game of chicken, nor is it a situation fueled by their animosity. But considering they had just spent the night in bed together, as well as the morning so far, Spy shouldn't be surprised.

But he is, somehow. There's an instant where he tenses, uncertain, before he dips his head lower to kiss back, slow and hesitant.]

teehee

[bonking]

[ Scout thought that maneuver might just distract a little mercy out of the other merc, and he's relieved to see himself right. Of course, the tradeoff is he's now kissing another dude, and of all the dudes it was Spy.

He has to gasp around the other man's mouth, throat still full of the ragged edges of laughter, but he does what he can, meeting almost every touch of Spy's lips with his own. He's got a head full of chemicals that make him feel thankful for once to already be laying down, and even happy with what he's doing. His hands find Spy's slim hips, sliding up his sides and back as the sounds in his throat dissolve into a hum of a groan. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[It's difficult for Spy to wrap his head around the idea that Scout is continuing this kiss even now that Spy's hands are now thoroughly occupied with not tickling him. For all his boasting, he can read Scout's hesitance about the whole same sex deal and generally he respects that, as much as a man prone to flirting and pushing buttons can.

But with Scout seeming to enjoy the contact, maybe he shouldn't be so guilty confused. The hands on his body draw him lower, closer to the one below, as he continues to press firm lips to Scout's. He's mindful of the remnants from their earlier fight, though he opens his mouth to lick at Scout's bottom lip.]