Chapter 11

So yeah.. first time writing any sort of smut in like.. YEARS. Not that back then it was anything much anyway..
I can draw any kind of fetish that customers pay - which usually isn't straight or human half the time- but writing it is something different.. I believe I will be reviewing this over the next few days to see about making changes in this chapter. Having said that, this chapter is optional.


The time had no place in the evening's hour.

Kody found his body moving all to its own devices. The feeling that passed through him was so alien to him. He exchanged a sideways glance to the Scout and it was evident that he was experiencing the same sensation as their tired, influenced bodies came to rest. Kody laid out on the couch as Scout lowered himself to a thick rug on the polished wooden floor.

They locked eyes in silence, facing one another.

They stayed fixated for some time without any voluntary movement, seemingly too distracted to even blink. An intense level of communication was being used between the two men, both none the wiser, as the telepathic thoughts traded from their minds. What sealed their stares as the unspoken communication was the faint smiles as they understood the silent threads that reached each other like depicted code. After a few glances, warm smiles turning into playful grins as gestures were made, it came to the point in their playful discussion that Scout invited himself to the couch where Kody laid, once again feeling his body move in its own force. He stood over Kody who was laying on his back, his chest and stomach read along with his face that he was expecting company. The stares now held slightly lidded eyes and skin across hands, necks and cheeks that flushed with colour of alcohol and exhaustion. The Scout descended slowly on to the male below him, lifting his leg up and over to rest at the outer hip so he was sitting, straddling Kody's hips. All the while he watched the proud body move over him and immediately ran his hands on and up the Scout's clothed thighs. To his amusement, his touches made the male's skin redouble its heat throughout the body. He also enjoyed the positions they were in. Despite being underneath him, he was being given control. He ran the show just as how he was running Scout.

A full, creamy feeling bubbled within the Scout's core as hands were moved under his red shirt and up his waist, pressing palm and fingertips slightly into torso-strewn muscle. The creamy feeling was blossoming further outwards from inside as it washed over again, this time as it tingled, it trickled into his crotch. He was well aware of the porous tissue eagerly swelling with his escalating excitement. The Scout leaned back and put his hands on the thighs behind him and arched his back into the hands as they rubbed his chest until his nipples were flushed and his breath hot as he was given the utmost amount of sincere attention and affection, he would never be able to dream of.

Gentle fingers traced down the ridges of ribs from under the shirt sending a spike through the male's nervous receptors, resulting in a chain reaction of gooseflesh to race across his skin and erection the hairs along his forearms at the sensation. Kody was touching these hidden areas with such tenderness, he held the runner's sides in his hands before gathering himself to speak, "Scotty.. You feel so firm under here... Do you like it when I touch here over you?" He spread out his finger tips across the chest that prickled softly, a small moan in response with lifting his red shirt to his chin before taking it off completely.
His chest that heaved with heated excitement, that had a cage made of glorious bone that protected the delicate organs that produced that lovely hot breath, was now bare to the youth underneath him. Which was taken appreciatively with soft eyes and warm, soft hands.
The whole situation escalated with knowledge, both knowing full well where this was heading, neither wandering into a dark trap blindly.

Kody sat up, keeping Scout in his lap, chests touching and the back of Scout's neck being held by one hand as his pants were being invaded with the free hand. Scott breathed a feverishly dangerous whisper and sat up straighter to allow lips to brush against the small of his neck. The lips gave warm, dry kisses across the neck and collar where they joined into his shoulder as he took hold of the male's pride in the midst of his pants. The pants themselves whose gesture offering nothing more than an excuse.

Without much fuss he guided the hot organ out of the dark pants until it stop flush against his stomach, bunching against his vest.
More kisses were given from the young Medic and the erect Scout had a thought cross his mind for the first time in the past 20 minutes. With his free hands he reached and held on to the Medic's vest before parting the buttons and followed by pushing up his white dress shirt, allowing him to roll his hips, effectively stroking his flared head along the stomach and partly up against the belly button, tearing a long gasp that ended in a throaty moan from the stomach's owner. The lips kept tingling his skin as a hand cupped his head where it prodded the stomach, letting him know that the molestation was more than eagerly permitted and welcomed.

The moans were loud, however restrained, and shot up from deep inside him as the Scout proceeded to grind into the small hole in his stomach. The warm, firm pressure was the result of denial of penetration to the erect organ into his stomach shot cruel bolts of pleasure from somewhere behind his stomach. He could only guess at how crazy the Scout found this situation pleasurable, sweet pants filtered through him one after another. Scout felt it wrong of him to do such a thing.. Vile and unpromising, down right unnatural. The physical pleasure he was receiving overpowered that shame, being the voice of reason and ultimately being the tie breaker of the seemingly strict conscience.

The memory from earlier came flittering back to the panting Scout as he continued to hump the male under him. He took the Medic's jaw, rubbing a thumb into the outside corner of the soft mouth, the same as was done to him earlier in the morning. A change in script as he pushed his thumb into the hot mouth to open it wide enough to replace the thumb with his tongue. The taboo pleasure continued as they tasted each other where they joined at the tongues. Kody simply opened his mouth wider when the Scout wanted to reach further into him. They slid over one anothers' tongues, enjoying the slick, hot plush feeling from the strongest muscle in their bodies. Hard pants were added to the air around them, more so what the Scout was reduced to as he reached the limit of how much stimulation his body could bare before finishing the deal.
Just a small whimper before he cried out and shoved himself up against the stomach one last time as the overhead light flicked on, the sole reason for his sensory overload.

"Mon Dieu!" A shriek came from the doorway and the Medic let the Scout in his lap come back around to his senses while he twisted his head around to find the Older Scout in the doorway.
"You shameful children! Have you no decency?! In public and on the COUCH NO LESS! What on earth are you thinking!" The harsh voice of shock yelled at Kody in the native tongue of French. The youngest Scout in his lap rocked back and forth, rocking just enough to slide back into his own pants and swayed slightly, disregarding his elder class in favour for sleep. Kody laid the Scout down and slipped out from under him and off the couch to attempt standing up. Emile rounded the corner in a hurry. "Gentlemen? What is wrong here? Scout, why are you shouting profanities?" The Spy stood straight, daring the older Scout for a loud excuse. Which he did, "Filthy children! Behaving like animals!" He roared back in French at the spy. The language imaged one of romance has harsh and far from it. "Hush Scout! You will wake everyone! Now, leave us and I'll see to what our Medic has done to upset you." The Scout gave a deep, sharp sneer over the shoulder of the spy at Kody and replied grimly in english, "See to it that you do, Emile." and he left promptly.