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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[ 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.]

[ He's already quite flushed himself, his nose and ears taking the brunt of the redness; closer to Christmas you could probably make a Rudolph crack about it. But either Scout's not bothered by it or he finds Spy's responses a lot more interesting, because his expression goes absolutely impish seeing and hearing what he's provoked. Like any rooster ( and cock-related analogies ), he's got to crow a little bit about it. ]

Hot enough fer ya yet, froglegs?

[ He digs his heels into the bed and rocks up against Spy, puffing softly as it sends a spike of pleasure up his spine. ]

You look like you're 'bout to sweat.

[ He does it again, this time scraping blunt nails over the crown of Spy's head and down the back of his neck. Whether or not Spy responds ( probably interrupting him in the middle ), Scout tries to pull him down for another kiss. ]

[Talking to hear their own voice is something they have in common, but Spy's brain is starting to short circuit. His brow furrows as he swallows.]

Pour toutes les métaphores à propos des serpents... If it's getting 'ot, per'aps I ought to strip.

[He shudders thanks to those nails as a moan rattles through his throat, coaxed out fully by the contact of their hips. The tail end of the sound is hidden by Scout's lips over his and he's grateful for the distraction. As he tries to rebuke Scout with his tongue, he reaches for one of Scout's legs to hook it over his back.]

[ It's probably one of the better, if not the best scoldings he's ever gotten, and he deserves it. He's not sure about where his leg is being put, but he's also kind of got more important things to be concerned about at the moment, namely fighting back with his lips, tongue, and teeth. He decides to give Spy's hair a break for the moment, hands sliding down the long expanse of his back until he grabs the man's ass and uses it for leverage to buck up against the man again. Mostly to see what the hell happens. ]

[Lifting his leg will also raise his hips, which gives Spy a better angle to grind down. The hands on his ass take his attention next, but he doesn't have much time to think about it thanks to the contact wiping out his train of thought. Spy rolls his hips again, panting into Scout's mouth.

It's been a while, sure, but as much fun as he's having dry humping his teammate, Spy isn't terribly inclined to go at it until one or both of them makes a mess of their clothes. He lets go of Scout's leg, not caring much anymore if it stays or not, to slide a hand up his thigh, over the ridge of his hip, and to the zipper of his jumpsuit. He reaches out to give it a tug.]

[ At this point, Scout's more concerned with getting off than how he does it, bless you libido. Considering what Spy's done for his cock before, Scout's decidedly ok with him handling it and most of the rest of his body. He'll help with the zipper, all but sparking with how fast it goes down his body. He also goes for Spy's, albeit less enthusiastically in case the other man has any objections. ]

[Spy won't interrupt Scout's hand, instead going for Scout's cock. Having perpetually cold hands always proves interesting for his lovers, and his touch is cool against the heat of Scout's erection. He gives it a few pumps, thumbing the head.

He pulls back from Scout's mouth to gauge his expression and also to catch his breath a bit. While their actions have been pretty straightforward so far, this is where it might get tricky if Scout has any lingering doubt about how far he's willing to go.]

[ Ok, the coolness might get a little wriggle of protest, but Scout's willing to be convinced by what the hand is actually going to be doing. He groans at the more direct touch, the sound making itself more apparent as their mouths part. It's his turn to be under the spotlight, and he's even more flushed than he was before, his eyes somewhere around the bare collarbones he can see now that he's unzipping Spy's jumpsuit.

His touches are a bit of a better rubric to judge by, as his fingers move hesitant but curiously down the other's torso. When he reaches down between them to try and take Spy's cock in hand, it's almost as if he thinks it's going to bite him, but he's giving it a shot nonetheless. ]

[As Scout's hand makes contact, he hums deep in his chest. For all his snake analogies, he tends to sound more like a cat in situations like these, the vibration in his throat akin to a purr.

His hips draw forward thanks to Scout's movements. He shuffles closer, using a knee to nudge at Scout's thighs to part them further. Then he settles in between them, bringing their pelvises together. If Scout can't connect the dots yet, Spy won't say anything, content to provide him with long, even, rhythmic strokes as he watches that expressive face of his.]

You're much easier on t'e eyes when you're flushed and under me.

[ The vibrations are sensual, as strange as the bass is to him. He parts his thighs enough to let Spy fit against him, and finds he can't regret it too much with the way the other's hand moves against him, despite what the other says. ]

Yeah? [ He tries not to whine it, but it does sound a little stretched. ] I think you look and sound the best when you got ya mouth full-a my cock...fff... But this ain't too bad either, I guess.

[ He splays his fingers, joining them both together in one hand ~~dicks touching, no going back from this shit~~ and trying to match Spy's rhythm. ]

F..fuck...

[ He presses his forehead against the other's shoulder, watching what they're both doing below. His hips jerk much without permission into the proceedings, but he can't necessarily be sorry either since it feels so damn good. ]

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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

nope. might as well pay up or make due.

these options arent much fun ):

lol I remember a time when I thought I only needed one or didn't use any

playing characters with masks is the worst for icons because what is an expression

I think you mean the best because one expression is all expressions

it's bad when you play against a character who also has a mask but has more icons :')

that's also true for anyone playing a character and then seeing someone else with better icons

steal them and avoid contac with the player :")))) jk jk

kjhljdsf I've done it, but credited, I think