"C'mon Truckie, lift your hips..."
Deserts often got surprisingly cold at night, and the predators that wandered out in to the dark could be quite dangerous, but their little spot was quiet and secluded. It was far from either base so the chances of one of their teammates stumbling upon them was highly unlikely at this time of night. They couldn't risk being found out, not by anyone.
"Sniper we can't keep doing this. Just gets riskier every time." The BLU Engineer mumbled out. Despite how cold the air around them was, his palms were pressed against a sweat soaked back, holding Sniper close to him. His gut was telling him that this was wrong, that he should shove the RED menace away from him and put a bullet right between his eyes like he was supposed to. He never did.
With a sharp little thrust from Sniper, the man sliding deeper into him and sending stars swimming about Engie's vision, Engineer dug blunt nails in to Sniper's back. He scratched in an attempt to find purchase, something to hold on to and ground him to reality as Sniper rocked against him, shocking his senses with steady waves of pleasure. Someone would probably notice the scratches in the showers, and Sniper would have to lie again.
"S'just a tad late to be quitting now, yeah?" Sniper growled lowly, pressing Engie down harder in to the dusty desert ground. "Why don'tcha finish what you started here. Maybe next time you'll finally have the gall to pull the trigger when you see me. I've got my doubts though, figure we'll just end up right back here, just like we always do."
Engineer grit his teeth in irritation. He hated being mocked like this. "Bite me, Campground..." He muttered. Sniper snapped his hips forward in response, forcing a low moan to bubble up from his partner's throat.
"Lift your hips." Sniper repeated. "It'll be better for the both of us."
Even as they lay under the stars, rutting against each other with harsh pants and low growls, there was still a deep seated need to do certain things just to spite the other. Sniper could tell from the look in Engineer's eye that he wouldn't be obliging him anytime soon, even if it was detrimental to his own pleasure. The man was stubborn as a mule.
With a few choice words mumbled under his breath, Sniper pulled Engineer closer, forcing the man's hips higher as he loomed over him. Seeing Engie's expression change from one of contempt to slack-jawed pleasure as he first pressed into him from this new angle was one of the most satisfying things in the world for him, perhaps only trumped by the low grown of his name and the quiet, poorly stifled noises that followed.
"Sweet God and Mary..." Engineer choked out, one of his hands flying down to grasp and dig at the ground beneath him as Sniper slid in just right, burying himself to the hilt. For a split second he had been expecting blankets instead of the cold dirt that gathered under his fingernails. "God, Stretch..."
"See you ought to listen to me more often. It'd be good for you like that." Sniper muttered against Engie's shoulder, muffling his own lewd noises and hiding his smug little grin from sight.
"...Shut your mouth Boy." Engie growled before another loud moan escaped him, and he clawed mercilessly at the cold desert dust below.
I Can't write short stories to save my life, so I challenged myself to write a porn story on one page of Word. Here's the result. Not sure if I'm 100% happy with it, but I'm 100% done working on it.
There are two things that this world needs more of; Tucks n' Vans, and Sniper topping. I plan to fix both of those problems.