That night, Sniper found himself still in the high area of the fort, humming as he leaned back against the sturdy wood. He wanted to go to his van, but felt too lazy to move. He crashed from the caffine high, finally, which is what tired him out at the end of every day. It felt like he had blinked, and then there was Scout, watching him closely in the moonlight. He screamed, shoving the Bostonian back with a hand. "What the feck is wrong with you?!" he scolded, "What have I told you 'bout sneaking up on me?!" It wasn't until he had grabbed the boy's collar that he noticed he had tears streaming down his baby-fat cheeks. "Snipes," he whimpered, "I can't fuckin' do this place anymore. The food sucks, the beds are uncomfortable, and the rest of the team is full of assholes. I wanna leave." Sniper sighed, motioning him closer. Scout had his arms looped around the older man's chest, and began to openly sob into it.
Knowing they would be heard, Sniper carefully picked Scout up, one arm under his knees and the other around his shoulders. He carried the little wreck down the stairs carefully, and out the back to his van. He held him, once they were there, and rocked him. Little hushes hissed through his teeth as he wiped his cheeks and chin off. Scout hiccuped and sniffled before settling into shaky breaths.
"You all better, now, mate?" The man asked. Before he knew what was happening, Scout had his arms looped around his neck, and was pressing their lips together. Sniper hesitated before resting his hands at his waist. He broke it off, whispering, "I'm not goin' to be a sad fuck you'll regret in the morning. You sure you're alright with kissin' me?" Scout nodded. "Yeah, I know there's not supposed to be gays in the military or whatever. I'm not some fruity fag, though," he murmured, keeping their noses close. The Australian man chuckled, "Bein' gay has nothin' to do with it. You can't just expect to kiss me, be like this, and get upset about it in the morning. You gotta be sure."
Scout kissed him again, lighter this time. "I'm pretty damn sure," he confirmed. Sniper sighed softly, flipping off his sunglasses to reveal tired, but happy eyes. "Alright, but you can't turn back after this."
Yay romance? I know Scout's a little OOC. It's not all that bad though, I don't think. Enjoy the fluffiness!
