(There is a 3 week lapse. Scout and Miss Paulings have been dating for near a month now)
His eyes slowly opened up, recognizing the white ceiling of his bedroom. His mind raced through everything he had to do that day, which fortunately was just one thing. A date with Paulina before he went back to fight in the Cold Front, if he remembered right. He'll have to bring a jacket. Scout swung his legs over the bed's sides, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes before standing up, grabbing his clothing from yesterday. It'd have to do, he hadn't done his laundry in days. He peered out the window, smiling as there was a clear blue sky, making the snow shimmer on the rooftops. He got up and walked out to his kitchen, grabbing a coffee-cup. Scout gave it a suspicious look before putting it down and opening his fridge and pulling out a can of Bonk! Atomic Punch. Sure wasn't healthy, but it made his mind work properly. He cracked the can open and went over to his phone, punching in his mother's number. A few beeps later and he heard the familiar voice of his mother at the other end of the line.
''Francine Cooper?''
''Hey, ma. It's Ben. I was thinkin', uh, I asked a girl ovah for dinner, an' I was thinkin', maybe ya could help me?'' A silence followed his statement. He heard whispering in the background, coupled with a familiar french laugh. That motherfu-
''Oh, ofcourse, I can, mommy's lil' slugger! Just come over and fetch me.''
''Thanks, ma. Seeya in twenty.'' Both hung up and Scout downed the rest of his can, grabbing a new, unopened one on the way out to his apartment's corridor. He pulled on his Boston Red Sox jacket, opening the door and slamming it behind him as he ran out to his Mustang, hopping in and driving off. After a few minutes' drive he parked infront of his childhood house. Scout gave it a remembering glance before stepping out and walking up to the door, giving it a light knock. The door was opened and he was met by the tall, broad-shouldered silhouette of André.
''Benjamin.'' André said with a light smirk, stepping aside invitingly.
''AWNDREY.'' Scout sneered, walking in a b-line into the kitche where his mom was sitting at the table.
''Mom, why aren't you ready? Let's go!'' All Scout got in reply was his mother's glare.
''Don't talk to me in that tone, young man! I need to finish my coffee.'' André brushed past Scout, with a light grin on his face, taking a seat next to Scout's mother at the table. André pulled the sleeves of his shirt up, revealing forearms with burnscars. Scout cringed at the sight, but kept his curiosity in, leaning against the stove and opening his can of Bonk!.
''Benjamin! What have I told you about drinking that silly popfizz all the time!''
''Mom, it's an energy drink, okay? It's nothin' bad, it's just with added extra blutonium, awright?''
''Bah, blutonium that and blutonium this! It's still bad for ya!'' André hummed in agreement behind his newspaper. Scout kept peering at the Frenchman's scarred forearms, taking another sip from his can.
''So, André, how did ya get them scars?'' Scout said after a moment of silence. André lowered his newspaper, peering at Scout with a lifted eyebrow.
''Haven't I told you already, Ben?'' Scout shaked his head in answer, and André peered around the kitchen, as if looking for a viable answer.
''I was in China on a business trip, and as I walked by an old fireworksfactory, everything exploded. I had to go in there and save all the working children and women.'' Scout jaw slackened abit. His mother just swooned.
''Oh, André, you're such a hero!'' She leaned in and kissed André on the cheek before standing up.
''Okay, Benji, we'll go now. Bye-bye, André.'' Scout almost ran out to the car just to get away from there. As Scout and his mother got into his car, she let out a small sigh.
''Honey, I forgot my purse. Could ya go fetch it for me?''
''Do it yourself, ma.''
''It wasn't a request, Benji.'' Scout looked at his mother and sighed, stepping out and running inside, going into the kitchen and snatching the purse from the table. He stopped for abit, turning to André who was still sitting at his spot.
''Oi, ya dimeadozen slimebag - What's the time?''
"I don't know." said André behind his newspaper.
"Whadaya mean? You don't know? You have a watch! Right dere!" Scout pointed at the black watch contrasted against André's scarred arm. André peered at his clock, before answering dryly.
''12.33.'' Scout nodded and went out into the corridor.
''Yeah, thanks.'' As he went out he peered at the clock hanging on the wall. ''10.46.'' Scout squinted at it, before shaking his head and running out to the car again.
They arrived at Scout's apartment after they went for groceries, it took his Mom only a small step into his apartment for her to exclaim "Benji! This is a Pigsty! I didn't raise you like this!"
"Mom.. It's not that bad.." he defended his comfortable way of living while dragging all the paper bags into his place. Francine ran a finger over the doorpost, cringing at the result. She marched on her black heels into the kitchen, he heard her scream as if she was in danger.
He put the groceries down on his coffee table and watched his mom rush to take the broom out of a closet, he didn't even knew he had, and run back into the kitchen. "Uhm.. Mom what are yo-" "There is a giant spider up there!" she shrieked and poked the black spot on his light yellow kitchen walls. "Mom! NO! Dat's Geoffrey! He kills my bugs!"
But it was too late, the carcass of the late Geoffrey was pressed against the wall. Francine turned too him and gave him a quick smack on the back of his head. "Benjamin Martin Cooper! If your lady friend is as nice and sweet as you described her, then you don't receive a girl in a pigsty like this! Now, go get your cleaning stuff, we're going to clean dis place!"
"But Mom… it's not necessary!" But Francine's stern look silenced him and he went to get his bucket and mob.
His mom had already taken off her coat and made him fill the bucket with water, while she did the dishes. He heard her disgusted cries from the kitchen while he was lazily cleaning his soda/beer stained floor.
He moved his mob to the right.
"What a mom does for her child…"
He moved his mob to the left.
"… Men just CAN'T live on their own!"
He sighed and poked the mob under his coffee table.
"I have no idea what I'm goin' to do with you!"
He lazily peered into the kitchen and saw her rub the kitchen counter like a maniac and he arched his eyebrows at how big his kitchen looked, without all the … mess.
She came out of the kitchen and watched him like a supervisor, pointing him the spots he missed. She then went into his bathroom, repeating her disgusted cries at his dirty laundry.
"You know babe, for the money you earn, you could get a cleaner!"
"Dere are people doin' this for a livin'?" He exclaimed with a smug smile on his face. He heard her drag out a basket with dirty clothing. "I'll take them with me, since your washing machine seems to be broken."
"Thanks mom, you're da best."
They decided they're going to clean his bedroom out, together. He stood there with a garbage bag while Francine collected all the soda cans, food rests, random papers, bottles…
"Have you been sick lately, babe?" she picked up scattered crusty tissues and threw them in the bag.
"Yea mom.. 'sick'."
She dropped on her knees and before sticking her hand under his bed. "Dere better not be any dirty magazines under here, if dere are, I'm beatin' ya senseless!"
"Mom! I never had dirty magazines! Anthony always stacked them!" he scoffed a fake laugh and his mind went to his clever stack-place behind his closet.
After his mother made the lasagna, he peered out of his window. He saw Paulina's white beetle park before his building. "Mom! Get out! She's here!"
"What? Where!" Instead of her taking her purse and leaving, she peered out the window. "Oh.. She's pretty!" Francine smiled, it wasn't really getting her any closer to the door. "C'mon mom!" He tugged her arm towards the door.
"Alright, Mommy loves you!" she ran her long slim fingers trough his hair and descended the stairs.
"Hey babe!" He smiled and she kissed him quickly and hopped inside his apartment. "Oh my! You have a clean place!" she exclaimed. "Oh, it's nothing…" he shrugged her compliment off. "This makes mine look like a.. like a pigsty!" she giggled.
"Can I take your coat?" He smiled at her. "Ooh Benjamin, so gallant!" she giggled and she let him take her dark purple coat off her shoulders.
He sprinted to hang her coat and back into the kitchen to fetch her a glass of wine and bring it to her like a true gentleman. She thanked him and he led her to his nicely set table. "My, You really did your best!" "Oh it's nothing!" he waved it off, and took place at the table. She took a sip from the white wine and put near her plate. "Was your mom here?" she asked him, still inspecting the content in her glass of wine, as if she could find evidence of his mom. "Oh, yea, she dropped by. Why do you ask?" "Oh, because when I was walking up the stairs, a random lady told me to take 'good care' of you." Scout blushed insane and cursed his mom in his head.
He didn't recall how they ended up on the table, kissing each other like there's no tomorrow. He didn't recall the moment they launched at each other like hungry beasts. Paulina rolled on top of him, kissing his bare neck, and he held her petite figure above him. She released the kiss and they look at each other, both faces running red of excitement and Scout gave her a suggestive headed towards his bedroom.
They both scurried into the corridor, both stained in food and wine, both grinning and giggling like teenagers.
"On the left! on the Left!" He pushed her in the right direction when she stood questioning in front of three doors. They both charged into his bedroom, she immediately made a dive for his Red Sox-themed bed.
"Fan of the Red Sox, uh?" She giggled.
"Damn right, Best team in the world!" He laughed and quickly mastered to take his shirt off.
Paulina smiled at him "You're right, Benji, you do look awesome with no shirt on!"
"I told ya so!" He crawled over the bed, between her pale legs and reached to kiss her. She wrapped her hands behind his neck and continued kissing with him.
He leaned against her, using his hands to run up her thighs. They slipped under her dress, running over her bum, holding her hips. She broke the kiss due to her smile and she couldn't help but to lift her hips a bit at this act. He smiled and ran his hands further up her back, caressing it with soft and gentle gestures. Paulina took the fringe of her dress and pulled it over her head, making it fall next to them. Scout leaned back to take in the sudden revealing of more skin, his eyes sure did enjoy the sight of Paulina laying there on his bed, so did his manhood.
He lowered his lips to kiss right under her neck, placed a few kisses between the crook of her two breasts, down to her stomach. Her flesh jolted under his tender and soft kisses, he kept lowering down 'till he reached her panty-line. He heard her breath stock and he slowly rolled the black briefs of her white skinned hips.
He started to kiss the soft, new revealed skin, down to the fold of her torso and leg. He heard her softly breath louder and he hooked her knees over his shoulder.
Time to get down to business.
His tongue flicked over the soft exposed flesh, Paulina cringed under the touch. He tasted the musky, soft salty taste.
He rolled his tongue over the flesh, Paulina arched her back and moaned for him to continue. He lowered her face down and pressed himself against it. She was totally enjoying this, so did he, but there was something wrong.
The taste was just off and weird… He lifted his head. He looked at Paulina, who, to his own surprise looked back at him with big shocked eyes.
She scurried away, kicking her legs off his shoulders.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" She yelled at him. He didn't knew what was going on, but then he noticed the bloodstains between her legs.
He slowly touched his lips with his fingers, showing blood on them.
"I- You.. Well, I … Uuhh.. Uuuuuuuuh…"
He fell backwards off the bed. Getting himself back together, running out the door.
"BENJI! WAIT!" she yelled after him, struggling to get back in her dress.
André held Francine's hand lightly as they walked down the snow-covered streets of Boston. The thick layer of snow everywhere brought the city to an almost harmonic state, reminding him more of his days in Southern France.
''Francine, what do you say about a visit to Nice next year?'' André said as they turned, now seeing the big neon-letters of the ''Carmine's''-sign at the end of the street.
''Aww, sure! But where will we get the money to do that?''
''Don't worry, madame, I have enough to last us a lifetime.''
André stopped up for abit as he saw a very familiar campervan parked outside. He kept on walking, his eyes lingering on the van. What the hell was he doing there? André swung the door open and led his lady to a booth.
''You make the order, mon cher. I will be right back.'' André gave Francine a kiss on the cheek before standing up straight, examining the insides of the diner, stopping as he recognized the back of a certain Australian hat, adorned with the teeth of crocodiles and whatnot. André snuck up behind the man and snatched the hat off his head, making the owner shoot up to his feet and pull a serrated kukri - Pointed straight at André's nose.
''YOU GIVE THA' BACK RIGHT NOW, YA BLOOD PI-.. Awndrey!'' Sniper exclaimed, sheathing his kukri again, stretching his arms out for a hug, and the two men shared a brotherly embrace.
''What are you doing in Boston, Lawrence? I thought you'd be out hunting on the great outback of Australia by now, shagging every lady you'd see, like the ladykiller you are!'' André splurted out from his grin, the two men letting go. André leads Sniper to the bar.
''Carmine! Two beers, for me and my friend!'' Carmine and Anthony popped their heads out of the kitchendoor, eyeing the Australian wearily.
''Who'ssat?'' they said in unison.
''Mr. Lawrence Mundy! My old army friend! We fought against the German Nazis together! Remember that, Lawrence? Boom! Headshot! Slash! BACKSTAB! The idiots never even knew what hit them!''
Sniper took the beerbottle that was offered from Carmine behind the bardisk, now sitting down next to André at him and Francine's table.
''What abou' tha' time I took some of me ol' jarate and threw it at the german spy, Alfred? I've never heard a man scream in such fear and disgust!'' The both men took a swig of beer and banged their hands into the table, giggling at the old memories. Meanwhile, Carmine turned to Anthony.
''Was the Australians even IN the Second World War?'' Carmine said doubtfully. Anthony just sighed and smacked Carmine over the head with a newspaper.
''Ofcourse dey were! How would dey nuke Hiroshima if dey weren't in the Second World War?''
t felt like his nipples were about to freeze off, it wasn't very smart to run out into the night with no shirt. But he was out of his mind, he had no idea where he was running to. He kept running, running till no end.
but soon enough he was about to find out where his damned feet guided him to. He stood like a lost scared animal in front of Carmine's. He looked at the Neon sign, trying to connect his situation to the place he is now.
All he knew was that he should get out of here, nobody, NOBODY, should see him like this!
He turned around and bumped into a big male's torso.
"Hey Kid! Watch out where ya goin'!" the low voice spoke out. Scout immediately recognized the Alpha Man of the Bikergang, and his companions were next to him, again!
"Yo Kid! Did you get in a fight or somethin'?" The guy besides him pointed at the blood on his face.
"What, I no! Leave me alone, Chuckleheads!" Scout called out and tried to get past them.
"Hey! Don't talk to us like dat, Kid!" The third guy said.
The Alpha man walked up to Scout and inspected him, more inspected the blood. He came too close for Scout's liking and took a big whiff.
"Boss? Is that, what we think it is?" The second guy said with a light snicker in his voice.
"Sure is!" He laughed loud and smacked Scout between his shoulder-blades. Scout lost his breath there and almost tumbled onwards.
"The kid here just ear-"
"OH MY GOD!" a shrieking woman's voice called out from behind Scout.
Scout turned around, slowly and scared to see who is behind him. He already dreaded to think, it is his Mother standing behind him. He hoped for some Bikewhore yelling at her husband, or just some random drunk skank yelling at God-Knows-What?
But no.
It was his mother, followed up by André, Carmine and Anthony and some man he didn't really recall where he knew him from.
"Who? WHO TOUCHED YOU? WHO TOUCHED MY BABY?" Francine shrieked in hysteria at him, running at him, cupping his face. She looked from him at the Bikermen. The Men were a bit taken aback by Francine's murdering glare in her eyes. As if she had a purse made out of spikes, that she would use right now to club the men to death.
"Hey, Hey! Easy woman! We didn't harm yo kid!" They all held their hands up in defeat.
Francine lowered her purse and André walked up to her, trying to calm her down in the conversation. He casually smoked a cigarette, while watching the shivering young man.
"Then EXPLAIN To me, how my BOY HERE got COVERED in BLOOD?" she flailed her arms around, angry, making more of a scene then ever.
"Francine, please, Calm down." André said in his soothing voice, but even that couldn't calm the overprotective woman down.
"NO! I WANT ANSWERS!"
"Alright, woman!" the Alpha man said, "Your kid here, just earned his 'Red wings'" André nearly choked on his cigarette, and walked a bit away to cough his lungs out from a distance.
From a distance were also Anthony and Carmine laughing, they broke down in such a hilarious laughter that they clutched at each other, lowering in a snowbench. They grasped their hurting stomaches and shouted out their laughter. At one point, Anthony rolled into the snow, kicking his feet in the air.
Only Francine didn't get it. She demanded more explanations.
"Come on, Francine. Let's just take the boy home. I'll explain it to you when we get home." André said to her after he was done with the coughing and guided her with a soft force into the car. When Francine and Scout got into the car, he waved at Lawrence, shouting out. "Sorry to have meet you during these circumstances!"
"That's Alright, ye piker! I'm goin' back to Australia, anyway!" They both shared a chuckled and André started the car and rode off. Lawrence looked down at the duo, rolling in the snow laughing their asses off, and shook his head.
"…Americans" He walked off, leaving the laughters and cries for mercy behind him.
AN: We sure as hell couldn't wait to start writing this chapter!
But it was hard... so damned hard. My friend here kept getting writerblocks! So when I wanted to take the burden from him, I got writersblocks aswell!
Anyway, we don't believe in Sex with no problems, we think the most problems and accidents can happen during sex, and we'd like to take advantage of it! We're cruel, cruel beings.
if you don't know what Red wings are, I'll be so kind to explain it to you: Red wings are a Bikegang achievement, for when a fellah eats his ladyfriend out, while said ladyfriend is on a period.
Btw, We can assure you there will be more Sniper in the future! DO NOT WORRY, DO NOT PANIC! We just have soooo many crazy ideas for Scout. And we feel bad for letting Sniper out ._.
The More You Knoooow...
Reviews are welcome, or else... Imma flip a table.
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