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Surely this is the most fucked up thing Sniper had ever done.
Twenty seven years on Earth, barely any friends in the Outback and once he finally formed a nice friendship with someone (something he always hoped for) in the real outside world, he went and fucked it all up.
Spy grazed his teeth on his neck that turned into a nimble, leaving an unmistakable mark that would be obvious by the morning. Fuck this guy honestly. But Sniper can’t say that, he’s too drowsy and any words that came out from him is just a babble that neither party understands. He grabbed the back of Spy’s suit to make him slow down- Not stop, dear God, don’t stop because even though it’s wrong, it felt so good.
Hands going underneath his vest, letting it join his hat on the floor. Sniper closes his mouth when he realised that he has it open for quite awhile, lucky there were no flies around. He laugh at the thought to himself.
What was he doing? Actually, what was he and Spy doing? He’s not even in the right space to be doing this-whatever this is, especially after challenging Demo, out of all the people on his team to a drinking competition but he doesn’t want to stop. Spy keep saying something yet Sniper’s head still can’t comprehend what it is so he only giggle in response, hoping that it’s not a serious question.
“Sit down.”
His knees buckled and suddenly he is on his back on someone’s bed. He knows this because it was too messy for it to be his. Looking up to the ceiling, he recognised faintly that this is Soldier’s room due to the unmistakable US flag being splayed above the bed and that is so funny, holy shit. Does the guy wake up everyday to this view? Sniper laugh and he can’t stop himself despite Spy’s unamused face staring at him.
“Mundy.” Spy sound annoyed but the clueless Sniper only grabbed his face and brought it closer to his, foreheads touching each other. “Will you take this seriously?” Sniper’s response was giving his face a lick from his right cheek to his nose like an overeager dog and then chuckle before plopping back down on the bed to look up at the American flag again.
“Ack!” Spy swipe at his masked nose. He grumble before making an attempt at Sniper again. The Australian was just laying there and yet, Spy’s wobbly hands missed, crashing head on towards Sniper. They both groaned though Sniper quickly recovered and continue with his case of Church’s giggle.
“This is so fucked up, mate.” Sniper slurred but still, he grabbed at Spy’s face again. They stared at each other, one in amusement, the other in annoyance then slowly, he closed his eyes and kiss Spy in a gentle manner that have never been seen before. He then pulled away with sadness in his eyes that you only see in Eastern European gay porn. “We… we shouldn’t be doing this- hehe -because of ss….”
Spy made a curious face, trying his absolute best to decipher what Sniper is mumbling about.
“Because of?” Mon Dieu, he actually went over his limit this time because why is everything so slow. Or it just him that is sluggish?
“Because of SCOUT!” Spy jumped at the sudden volume in front of him.
“Why did you scream?” He hiss at the bushman. Spy rubbed at his covered ears and then sprawled himself on top of Sniper, not caring how uncomfortable it is because of Sniper’s lanky boney structure. Maybe spending countless nights sleeping in airports made him immune to uncomfortable places.
“And cuz yer a guy, Spy.” Sniper pulled him up easily to the side so they are facing each other. “‘M not a queer.” He says as he palm at the front of Spy’s trouser but the action was slightly off and Sniper could tell even though it is his first time doing gay shit like this. Somehow, that seem to snap Spy out of his drunken spirit temporarily.
“Then what are you trying to do?” Spy held on to Sniper’s wrist, stopping any movement.
“I…I don’t know?” He gulp again “I’m trying to give you a handsy but you’re not-you’re not exactly getting it up down there?”
Spy’s face flushed further, he looked down at himself and oh, he is indeed not hard.
“Listen it’s not fucking gay, alright? We are not two faggots on a bed. We are just two mates on a bed. Get that?” Sniper insisted but that’s not the point Spy told himself but he thinks he should say that to Sniper too.
“That’s not the point, you-you-you…”
“You-you-you- what are you a broken fucking radio?” Spy glared at the insult and got on top of him to wrap his hands around Sniper’s neck. The bushman unintentionally let out a moan despite the fact the hands was only lingering around there.
“You imbecile, I’m trying to hurt you but of course you got off to this,” Spy put his thumbs on the adam’s apple and give it a small pressure “And you still haven’t tell me why we should not be doing this because of Scout.”
Sniper’s eyes rolled so far back to the point Spy assumed he had been possessed, won’t be a surprise considering Soldier’s haunted collections in his room and the various cursed books that is scattered across the floor. Those probably belongs to Demo as Spy is certain he saw them on Demo’s bookshelf. What a useless information he’s thinking of when he got a sniper to pay attention to. Spy let go of the neck beneath his hands and give the bushman a light slap to the face. That surprisingly worked and made Sniper return to Earth from cloud six.
“He’s my friend and your son, mate. That’s fucked up.” Sniper hold on to Spy’s hips and move his thumbs in circles. “Like that’s not right, I wouldn’t fuck my friend’s mum…or dad in this case.”
“I supposed you’re right.” Spy sigh and let his head droop on Sniper’s shoulder. “We couldn’t have fun either way.” He hopes Sniper understands what exactly he is referring to as it is embarrassing to say it out loud.
“Yeah… and your dick can’t get hard.”
“That’s exactly what I was referring to, Sniper.”
As they lay there, Spy can actually see the dreams he is currently having but he was also aware that he’s not fully asleep because he can feel Sniper still trying to figure out how to properly cuddle. The limbo state of half dreaming and half awake would go on for few minutes and when Sniper finally stop moving, Spy assumed he would finally immersed himself in the dream.
Until Sniper shake him awake and ask him to suck his dick regardless of all the talks that had earlier.
“No, and go fuck yourself, Sniper.” He can feel the younger man below him whining his ass off but Spy closes his eyes and choose to sleep anyway.