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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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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?

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[ 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. ]

[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?

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.

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?

[ 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. ]

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.

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.

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.]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

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. ]

[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.

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

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[ 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. ]

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[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.]

[ Well, the more Spy kisses him, the less he's trying to tickle Scout, right? And if you're going to do a thing, hell, you might as well go all out, right? Yeah...

Scout accepts the weight with a little inhale through his nose. He opens his mouth, shivering silently under the pass of tongue over his scabbed-over split lip, and nips Spy's upper one before kissing him harder. One hand works its fingers through the short hair on the back of the other man's neck and then up, burying in the thicker stuff and flexing at the root in some semblance of control. ]

[The hand in his hair pulls a breathy groan from his throat, a sound he regrets the moment it leaves his body. He glances at his teammate to gauge his reaction, planning to kill any intent at mocking him if any arise.

He lowers his weight onto one elbow, tilting his head to part his lips a little wider in order to press his tongue into Scout's mouth. This also frees up his other hand, which he returns to Scout's neck, his touch cool as it travels up and down.]

[ Maybe not mocking, but Scout's pretty smug about it. You like that, you sonovabitch? Yeah you do.

Spy hasn't had a cigarette since yesterday, so the fact his tongue doesn't taste like an ashtray outright helps his case for putting it in Scout's mouth right now. He lashes it with the tip of his own before he tries to take advantage of the other's shift in weight, trying to roll them over by gripping Spy's hips with his knees and twisting towards the side bearing the load. ]

[The smugness he can live with. He can also live Scout's obsession with being on top, even if he will never be able to let him do it easily. At this point, it's mostly for the sake for fighting back; if Scout decides to get up, that's fine. If Scout thinks it proves him superior, that's fine too, if not incredibly mistaken.

Spy pushes back with his hips, rolling them in hopes of providing a distraction. However, he doesn't put too much pressure in the motion, so it shouldn't be too difficult to roll them over as long as Scout continues to push.]

[ Scout does seem to have an issue with being on top, though in all fairness that's mostly with Spy. The distraction, however, works on him, forcing a small grunt out of him as the motion produces a small surge of arousal.

In response he puts both hands into Spy's hair, behind his ears, and cards his fingers through. He lays his head back a moment to watch the other man's face and catch his breath as he does it, though his hips cant to grind them together a little more firmly. ]

[Now that his mouth isn't occupied with Scout's, any sound that his mutinous body produces comes out freely. It's a full whimper, and Spy clicks his mouth shut as soon as it tumbles from his lips. Spy knows Scout is attacking that spot on purpose, especially since they're face to face and Scout is watching him, and his face starts to flush. It clashes with the nose splint, his balaclava tan, and he knows he probably looks ridiculous.

He can't help it, though, and that's the worst part. The hands in his hair urge him to press their hips together more tightly, and Scout's grinding is an encouragement as well.]

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that tentaspy reference.....

teehee

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I have no good icon for making out

me neither. if i had icon space i would fix that but alas

15 is not enough

a true struggle

I've seen people just cheat and post an extra in the comments as an image

yeah me too but personally i don't think it looks good