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Under the Star-Filled Sky	By : Loni Category: +S through Z > Team Fortress 2 Views: 1763 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Under the Star-Filled Sky
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The stars shone brightly above the plains; they were the only light to be seen save for the burning of a small fire near a camper that had trailed itself far away from any highway and had settled on a dirt path in between rows and rows of never-ending cacti. It was the perfect scene for anyone who wanted to get away from it all.
That was such the case here.
Away from all the noise and the clatter of war, there sat a particular Scout dressed in blue clothing. He sat by the fire, a row of stones protecting him from the flame though he idly poked at the burning logs with a stick. He shivered against the desert air, but never moved. Only the warmth of a blanket coming down on his shoulders stirred the boy and he looked up with a crooked smile at a red-clad Sniper above him.
“You’re sure nobody’s gonna bother us out here?” he asked the taller man as he came to a sitting beside the younger boy.
“Cross me heart,” the hunter replied as he took the stick from the Scout and rolled over a log, causing flames to rise and bring warmth and light to the otherwise dark campsite, “I come out here all the toime and you’re the first to see my hoideaway. No one else will be here, not even a wayward hitchhoiker. Can’t say much for tha woildlife.” As he spoke, a desert lizard scrambled by his boot and disappeared into the night.
The Scout frowned at the animal, but he looked up to the Sniper with a red flush about his cheeks, which barely registered against the fire’s light.
“I’m glad, real glad,” he spoke. It had been a long time since he felt he had any privacy away from his co-workers since they all lived in close quarters. The same could be said for the Sniper. And, any time they wanted to spend together had to be done in secrecy, being enemies on opposing sides. It was a tough relationship, but both men did their best to keep a professional approach while being discreet about their meetings.
Tonight was not the case. They were far from any prying eye and could act as they wished. Of course, the younger man was noticeably longing for more than a sheepish kiss from the other, and he got their date started by scooting his wrapped body closer to the bushman. The Sniper, in turn, wrapped an arm around the smaller body, letting out a soft chuckle against the boy’s neck. The Scout hunched his shoulders, shying away from the gesture.
“Your whiskers,” he whispered with a chuckle of his own, “They tickle.”
“Do they now?” the Sniper retorted, moving into the youth’s face and nudging the side of the boy’s cheek with his own bristled chin.
“Hey, stop that! That ain’t romantic at all.”
“Oh, so you wanted romance, huh? Is that why we’re all the way out here in the middle of the night?”
“Well, yeah, I thought—“
The Scout was cut off by the Sniper’s lips engulfing his own. He hesitated a moment, but was soon kissing the elder man back, his bandaged hand moving to hold onto a red shirt collar. They sat there for a moment or two longer before the need for air had them both leaning away from one another.
“Like that, huh?” the hunter asked with a cheeky grin about his face.
“Yeah, somethin’ like that,” was the Scout’s answer. Even the dark of night could not hide the blush he now wore.
And, the Sniper was more than willing to take advantage of the adorable face. He leaned in again, moving his lips to the curve of the boy’s ear and exhaled hot breath onto it, sending the Scout’s body in a massive wave of shivers. Then, before the youth had time to react, the elder man began to whisper.
“Let me under the blanket already. I’m freezin’ me bloody ass off.”
That made the younger man laugh in a haughty fashion, and he opened up the blanket from about his chest and allowed the Sniper to scoot in closer and be engulfed by the cotton layer. Now, the two shared one another’s warmth and it was a very inviting feeling to share. Also, being so close together made it easier to sneak a kiss from the Scout, whom happily complied.
“So, now what?” the boy asked as he leaned against the elder’s body.
“Well, once I get warmed up, I’m gonna make love to ya.”
“You’re gonna what?” The Scout rose off the Sniper and gave him a shocked look.
“Ya heard me,” the elder man sneered as he leaned in again and locked his lips on the other pair. This time, he did not allow the boy to break away; instead, his arms moved and wrapped around the smaller body, hands all the while massaging into the flesh they found.
The Scout did nothing to disrupt the other man’s exploration. Instead, he slowly melted into the touch, his own hands moving to rest at the Sniper’s chest and grip into his vest and to hang on for dear life. He blushed against a wandering mouth as it moved from his own to tease and taunt at his neck, the elder man’s whiskers once again tickling him. But, rather than flinch away, he moaned and moaned loud enough to echo through the otherwise quiet night.
“Calm down,” the Sniper spoke as he continued to lick and bite at the boy’s neck, “I haven’t even gotten started yet.” One hand lay at the Scout’s hip and held him close while the other was brave enough to dip under his shirt, his fingertips tracing at the toned body he found there.
The younger man shivered beneath the touch as he continued to hang off the elder man’s clothing. He arched his back against the Sniper and gave a hiss as he felt his shirt being pulled from his pants and he allowed it to be lifted over his head and removed entirely as it was forgotten behind them. The hunter had to lean back and appreciate what he could see against the fire’s light; the Scout had a gorgeous body and the flames casting a glow upon him made the boy all the more desirable.
The Sniper moved in again, tasting flesh of the younger male’s chest, his tongue darting out to tease a nipple until it became pert from the sensation—either that or from the cold air now that he was shirtless. As he was being tormented, the Scout began fumbling with the buttons on the front of the elder man’s shirt, though it was hard when his body kept shivering against the ministrations being done to it. The bushman paused in his actions long enough to allow his shirt to be fully unbuttoned, but he quickly went back to work against the Scout’s skin, tasting flesh and humming with delight as the smaller body continued to convulse under his touch.
The Scout, in the meantime, was softly raking his nails into the elder man’s chest, enjoying the feel of skin and the hair there. He tried desperately to not make so much noise, but the hunter was just that skilled in touching all the right places. He pressed his face into the crook of the bushman’s neck, allowing muffled moans to escape as the elder man continued to work his magic against the smaller body. He found his face being lifted as a pair of lips moved over his own, and the two kissed as the fire illuminated their faces.
They continued to devour one another’s faces, the Sniper taking the lead by pressing his tongue into the boy’s mouth and tasting all he had to offer. The Scout, in turn, did not fight back but allowed the intrusion with a hum and a playful lick with his own tongue against the other. It was very much welcomed by the hunter, and he took to making nips and bites along the younger male’s lips, his hands all the while fumbling with a stubborn belt. It was growing colder out and the fire dared to die down, but the Sniper had plans to warm them both up in time. And, it started with a pair of pesky pants, which were finally opened now that the Scout’s belt was unbuckled.
The younger male let out a gasp into the other mouth, and the bushman could not help but chuckle back as the boy’s face grew bright red. However, he allowed the elder man passage as a gloved hand snaked its way into his pants and rubbed against his member, which nearly sprang to life at the foreign touch even if separated by a pair of underpants. The Sniper was not so cruel as to touch the boy’s most sensitive area with a pair of cold hands—no, he had to warm them up with friction first, and he did just that by continuing to rub against the smaller boy’s growing erection, never stopping in his kissing until he ceased to lick and bite a sensitive neck.
The Scout continued to arch into the welcome touch, his mouth hanging agape and his eyes half-lidded, and his hands went to explore the elder man’s chest and stomach, sleek hands massaging into aged flesh. He was hesitant about moving any lower, but finally gained enough courage to rub the man’s equally-hard erection through his pants, garnishing a pleased growl that made the boy almost melt on the spot.
“I’m a bit overdressed, yeah?” the elder man chuckled though he gave a soft moan at the friction at his manhood.
“I’d say so,” was the Scout’s reply. He moved to pull the Sniper’s vest and shirt from his body, letting them slide down his arms before he wrapped himself beneath the blanket once more. Of course, that meant the heavy petting had to stop, but it was a much-needed sacrifice, as now, the boy had a display before himself to fully explore now.
And, explore he did, starting with large shoulders and moving his hands over pectorals and ribs, and finally moved back down to once again rub the other man and take delight in the growling noises caught in his throat. The Scout nearly squeaked when the Sniper grabbed a hold of one of his rear-end cheeks, giving it a firm squeeze as he grinned mischievously. Then, the next thing the boy knew, he was horizontal and a lanky body was atop his, lips and tongue trailing over a bare chest. And, he shuddered and wrapped his arms around the elder man’s shoulders, fingernails lightly scraping into the flesh of his back.
Then, the Scout felt the brisk cold of the night on his lower half as his pants were pulled down to his ankles, unable to go any farther thanks to his shoes. He blushed against the Sniper as he lay totally vulnerable beneath the elder man’s capable hands, but those hands began a wonderful display of grasping the boy’s member and pumping it slowly and with rhythm. He groaned and his eyes rolled back into his skull and he gave a gasp as fingers were slipped into his backside, stretching tight muscle there. It was awkward and a slight bit painful, but the hand at his arousal seemed to realize this, picking up its pace of pumping and rubbing a thumb over the tip, keeping the younger male occupied as he began to thrust himself against the hand.
The Sniper gave yet another chuckle and shuffled in his pants pocket until he pulled out a small tube and ceased in all his actions to bring his own hard member into view long enough to squirt liquid into the palm of one hand to coat himself thoroughly.
“Just relax an’ it’ll start ta feel really good,” he whispered as he lowered himself onto the Scout, slowly pressing himself at the boy’s backside.
The younger man bit his lip at the intrusion, but obeyed, his body nearly limp as the hunter filled him completely and rested, allowing him to accustom to the elder’s girth. Soon, the Scout was a mass of moans and groans as the Sniper began rocking his hips into his body, radiating pleasurable shocks that hit every nerve of his being. The bushman had to hold the boy by the shoulder to keep him from writhing against him—a move that would prove to be motivation for the youth to wrap his legs around the other body so that he could be penetrated harder and deeper. His sounds of pleasure radiated from the small campsite, especially now that the Sniper was once again pumping at his arousal in the same rhythm of his thrusts. Faster and faster, the two worked against one another, causing a delicious friction that had both panting like wolves after a thrilling chase. Soon enough, the Scout’s entire body tightened and he gave a howl as his member erupted, spilling seed between both bodies. The sudden squeeze to his arousal was enough for the Sniper to follow immediately afterwards, and he continued to thrust until he had ridden out both their orgasms before falling onto the smaller body, his breath hot on the boy’s ear.
“Wow, that was—just wow,” the Scout panted beneath the hunter’s weight. “Ya weren’t kiddin’.”
The Sniper could only laugh as he withdrew from the boy and wrap himself and the smaller body into the blanket as they lie there beneath the star-filled sky, slowly watching the fire die down and fall into a state of peace and slumber.
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