AN: Hey all! This is my first fanfiction, so go easy on me :P There was... something else I was going to say, I'm sure, but I can't think of it... Uhhh... I dunno, I guess I'll tell you if I ever figure it out.
Disclamer: I do not own Team Fortress 2 or any of its characters!
This could not be happening.
He mumbled a French curse to himself, throwing his suit jacket and mask over to a desk in his room. He poured himself a glass of Scotch and collapsed back into a chair, lighting a new cigarette. He ran a hand through his matted, dark grey hair, frowning a bit. Good god, he was old enough to be his dad, he shouldn't be thinking about him that way!
He frowned more when he remembered he had strong competition and likely no chance at all. Seduce me. At the time, a humorous, probably embarrassing for Sout, order. Harmless to both of them. Sure, he was going to fuck around with his annoying teammate, but he was honestly trying to help.
The only difference now being that it had worked, and most definitely on the wrong person.
Spy wouldn't admit he had a crush on anyone, and he wouldn't even admit to himself that he had a crush on Scout. He'd been battling with the feelings for a couple weeks now, ever since the bread incident. It was distracting him from his work. It was also making him more and more thankful that his mask covered his cheekbones, because he was never seen blushing, and if he was, he'd never live it down.
He sighed again, standing up once his Scotch was gone, heading to his bathroom. He turned the shower on, shedding the rest of his clothes, and getting in, quickly cleaning himself before getting out, drying off, and wrapping the towel around his waist. He stared at himself in the mirror for a moment before hearing a knock at his door. He rolled his eyes, resuming his normal, constantly-annoyed demeanor, answering it.
"Hey, Miss Paulin' just caaalled…" It was scout, and he seemed to have been caught off-guard by Spy's half-nakedness. "U-uh… And she wants everyone to know we're on for tomorrow, so be ready by noon. Bye," he said quickly, leaving, followed by Spy slamming his door. He lost his composure as soon as it was shut, his face turning pink. What was it about that hyperactive boy that was so appealing all of the sudden?!
He groaned slightly, sliding on a pair of pajama shorts before climbing into bed and swiftly falling asleep.
As Scout walked away, he blushed deeply. Had Spy noticed his little slip up there? Shit, shit, shit!
Scout and Miss Pauling had shared their first date already, but due to their hardly ever actually crossing schedules, maturely decided on an open relationship. This is about when Scout had developed feelings for his older teammate.
He lightly scolded himself as he walked back to his room to shower. He'd been trying desperately to hide, maybe even disprove that the feelings he was having were even real. After all, there was no way he even had a chance with this guy! Spy hated him everyone knew that.
He returned to his room and noisily threw his headset onto his table, followed less noisily by his cap. He sighed a bit before turning to shower.
When Spy had initially told Scout to seduce him, he was confused, embarrassed, and convinced he was kidding. As they got into it, though… Scout certainly didn't realize it then, but he did now; he was actually trying to seduce him! He wasn't sure if it had worked or not, but he unrealistically hoped it had.
He got out of the shower, drying himself off and wrapping himself in a towel, walking to find a pair of boxer shorts, slipping them on, and then slipping into bed. This was just… absolutely ridiculous that this was happening. He turned over, and went to sleep, his mind placing the older man beside him in his bed.