The Red Scout let out a heavy sigh. It had been another grueling day of stand still fighting, but ultimately ending in Red team's defeat. Scout sat in the locker room, taking the worn old bandages off his arms and put on a fresh pair, he listened to the conversations of his fellow team mates.
"If you planted more bombs on the point we would've been able to hold 'em back better." Engineer reprimanded the Demolition man.
"Ack! You're one ta talk. If ya put yer sentry on there I wouldn't ta needed to plant as many bombs!" Demo yelled back in his thick Scottish accent.
"He's got a point mate," Sniper said looking up from polishing his rifle. "We were off our game t'day. I was surprised Scout got so close ta winnin' it for us."
Instantly the man cringed realizing he had inadvertently given the young man a compliment. They all braced themselves for what would inevitably follow.
"Yeah man! You guys shoulda seen me out there!" The Scout jumped instantly at the mention of himself "I was peggin' them down left and right! I'm pretty sure I had like a... twenty kill streak goin' on until that heavy came out of nowhere and..."
"Scout, enough! You're giving everyone a headache." The Red Spy recounted at the door.
"What? C'mon man! I was just gettin' to the good part." Scout Protested.
"Yes, yes, you can tell us all later, but you know it would be nice to have one moment of peace." The Spy lit a cigarette and proceeded out the door and down the hall toward his room. The Scout jogged after him, wanting to put in his two cents.
"You're a real dick, you know that?" Scout spat at the Frenchman.
"Honestly, you're throwing a tantrum because I told off in front of everyone, enfant?"
"Asshole." Scout scoffed
"Petite Fille."
"Douchebag."
"Imbecile."
"Bastard."
The two continued on like this for some time until they finally made it outside the Spy's quarters. They were now rapid fire yelling insults at each other, progressively getting louder and louder. Suddenly with a quick motion Spy pinned the Scout to the wall and glared at him menacingly. You could hear a pin drop as the two noiselessly glowered at each other. The seconds in their staring game ticked by as both dared the other to do something first. Suddenly Spy's face relaxed into a small smile and, just as quickly, pulled the Scout into a passionate kiss. The two held each other relishing in the moment before Spy pulled away giving them both time to breath.
"I win again fracophonie!" Scout laughed.
Spy laughed too, unable to help himself.
"Ah, oui, I don't know why I couldn't help it. Maybe I got overwhelmed by ze fact zat you were quiet for a solid minute."
"Oh, fuck off." Scout said pulling his ally in for another kiss.
"Hey can I sleep with you t'night? The heat hasn't been workin' in my room recently. It's too damn cold at night! I was tryin' to get Engineer ta look at it, but..." Scout rambled on. This was only half true. Yes, his heating didn't work, but Scout actually loved to sleep with the cold, autumn air rushing in.
"Fine, fine." The Frenchman sighed as her opened the door to his quarters. Scout ran past him and jumped into the elegant single bed and removed his clothes to his underpants under the covers. Spy shook his head lightly as the Bostonian tossed his things across the room. The Red Spy decided not to reprimand the young man for messing up his room, for he had had a long day and was eager to curl up into bed. The Merc quietly removed his clothes and respectfully placed them in their proper place. Finally, after much whining from the Scout to pick up the pace, Spy climbed into bed and spooned the younger one. Once they were settled Spy brushed small kisses over his lover's neck. Scout simply mewled back in happiness at the gesture. The Spy felt bold that night and softly put his hand by the boy's crotch. Scout gave a small gasp as the Spy slowly massaged his package. Just as the Spy was ready to take this lover's game one step further though, he felt a hand clasp his, which had been headed for the boy's waistband.
"I'm not ready yet." Scout murmured to him.
"When will you be ready?" Spy asked slightly flustered.
"Is that all you want, sex? You're just playing the waitin' game aren'tcha? See how long it takes to bang me, than go onto your next sweetheart?"
Scout looked up at his ally and noticed how red his face had gotten and gave a small chuckle.
"I'm kidding Spy! I know you don't think that way." Scout laughed pulling the man closer to him.
Spy gave a small smile before kissing the boy on the cheek and wishing him a good night. But he still tossed the Scout's words around in his head. He really wanted to go all the way with the Scout and each time he denied him, it almost made him want him more. Was he unconsciously playing a sort of waiting game with the Scout? Was he just with the young man for sex? No. It wasn't possible. Was it? The question plagued the Spy all through the night, making it impossible for him to sleep.