Work Text:
Sniper tossed the last few branches and leaves onto the top of the camper and hooked his foot on the ladder, “There, that oughta do it…”
Spy watched him idly, unimpressed by Sniper’s attempt to disguise the camper with the surrounding foliage, “If the enemy team are all blind idiots, then yes, it should do.”
Sniper ignored him and climbed on top of the camper.
“Get up here ‘n take a look at this.”
Spy sighed and reluctantly joined him on the roof of the camper, “The enemy base?”
Sniper pointed and Spy squinted, looking out across the ledge they parked the camper on. Several miles down the mountain sat the enemy base, nestled neatly between the frosted evergreens and low lying shrubbery. From where they were they would be able to easily track the ins and outs of all the mercenaries for the time they would be there.
The two of them had been sent by Ms. Pauling on a special intel mission to watch and gather information on the enemy team for the upcoming month. The reasoning behind Ms. Pauling’s choice was that none of the other mercs were well equipped enough to handle a discreet mission such as this one; this was her polite way of saying that the others, specifically Soldier, would get them all killed with their distinct inability to be quiet. So, it was going to just be Sniper and Spy, alone on the side of a mountain together for nearly a month.
“Yeah, see mate, I told you, ‘ts a good spot.”
“Yes, I suppose it is.”
Sniper dropped his shoulders and gave Spy a look. “Thinking while we’re here we alternate watches.”
Spy nodded in agreement. “That would be wise.”
“It’s gonna be a long couple of weeks, you gonna be able to do it?” Sniper challenged, a hint of playfulness behind his words.
“Of course I can, who do you think I am?”
“Just checking,” Sniper grinned and clapped a hand on Spy’s shoulder, “I’ll take the first watch.”
“Oh, good, I can finally rest without being flung about in the cabin because of your horrible driving,” Spy said dryly, shrugging off Sniper’s hand.
“Sleep tight, sister,” Sniper said under his breath, watching Spy leave.
➳
Spy paused for a moment, listening for the sound of Sniper moving overhead on the camper. Sure enough, he heard a few shuffles of boots and eventual settle of Sniper as he positioned himself to watch the enemy base from afar. Why he preferred to sit in the biting morning air instead of the camper cabin, Spy would never understand. It did make Spy’s ability to poke around Sniper’s camper easier however, and for that he didn’t mind.
Almost as if dancing, Spy moved around the small camper, carefully moving and replacing each object he picked up. He combed through cupboards, drawers, and looked behind every hanging item, but nothing of interest was discovered. He had even brushed his fingers under the curved lip of Sniper’s camper table, but there was truly nothing. Sniper’s camper was just as it appeared; disgustingly simple and austere.
Spy tried one last spot. In all his years, Spy knew that most people hid something underneath their mattresses. Be it money, photos, passports or IDs, it was almost always something useful. He set one foot on the ladder rung leading up to the bed and gently lifted up the padding that barely counted as a mattress. At first glance, there didn’t appear to be anything, but at the last second he spotted the worn covers of some paper. He reached in and gently pulled the corner out, revealing not just one, but several magazines that had been unevenly stuffed together underneath the mattress.
The covers read in big bold lettering;
RED AND BLUE COLLAR MEN CLASH!
And, directly under the large lettering was a pornographic image of two men grabbing each others’ groins. The man on the left was in some sort of ambiguous laborer's outfit and the man on the right was in a rumpled business suit. Clearly, this was a themed porn magazine. A gay themed porn magazine.
Spy relaxed his mouth, not entirely realizing he had tensed up. Spy had uncovered all sorts of secrets and private information on the team, and was accustomed to a variety of strangeness. But admittedly, he was not expecting Sniper to be of the homosexual variety. Sniper had never shown explicit interest in women, but he never denied it either. And it wasn’t uncommon for him to be included in banter about women with the rest of the team. Sniper evidently kept his secret well, the only indication of his inclinations being the magazines hidden underneath his mattress.
Spy thumbed through the pages and stopped on one where the corner had been folded down as a makeshift bookmark. The page contained two men; one was knelt down on the floor, dressed in a nice suit that had been unbuttoned halfway down his chest. His mouth was busied by the other man’s cock, who held the back of his head. The man fucking into his mouth was dressed in a more obvious hunter’s outfit, and was clearly the more rugged of the two of them.
Spy pulled his eyes away from the obscene imagery and let the pages of the magazine fall shut. He tucked it back with the rest and climbed atop the mattress. He had found all that could be found, and now he would sleep on his findings. And, on Sniper.
➳
Just as the sun set, Spy appeared from inside the RV and traded off the watch with him. Sniper noted how tired Spy still somehow looked despite having slept nearly all day. But, he didn’t say anything about it. He suspected Spy wasn’t used to sleeping rough, and his RV was far from the luxury Spy was accustomed to.
He shut the camper door behind him and rolled his shoulders. He would have the evening to himself, and knowing Spy, unless something happened, he wouldn’t be hearing from the other man until the next morning. Sniper was grateful for that.
Sniper kicked off his boots and climbed up into the bed. He laid flat on his back for a few moments before tracing the edge of the mattress and hooking his fingers underneath it. He slid out the magazine on top of the small stack hidden there and pushed himself up into a sitting position. Unknowingly to him, the magazine was the same one Spy had looked at before. He rested the magazine on his hip and flipped through a few pages until he settled on his favorite bookmarked page.
The image was the same. Two men; one dressed in a nice suit and the other as some huntsman. One giving and one receiving.
Sniper sighed and started to palm his cock through his pants.
He focused his gaze on the suited man. He was older, maybe in his forties or fifties, and the hair was greyed on at his temples. It was disheveled now, from the other man holding a fistful of it, but it was easy to imagine that it was neatly brushed back before.
Sniper thought of how warm and tight the man’s throat was, and how satisfying it would be to get him loose and moaning around his cock. Such a pompous, snobbish man, reduced to a begging mess just for his cock. His cock throbbed at the thought, and he released it from the confines of his pants. Sniper wrapped his palm around it and gave it a few long strokes.
As he stared at the page and delved into the fantasy, the abstract suited man began to develop more of a personality and identity. His features became not the actor's own, but what Sniper imagined someone else looked like. Someone far more familiar, and just as up-tight as the actor was portrayed in the magazine. This development made Sniper’s face heat up, and he couldn’t stop the small pleasured sigh that slipped from his mouth.
“Mmm…”
The camper door opened.
“Apologies, I left my cigarettes in here,” Spy started, but the sight of Sniper made his voice catch slightly.
The building arousal in Sniper left his body all at once and was immediately replaced with mortification. The magazine carefully propped on his hip fell off to the side and the hand on his cock was frozen in place. He was a deer caught in the crosshair.
“Oh, don’t let me interrupt,” Spy blinked and looked down, reaching for the case of cigarettes that were left on the small counter just beside the door.
Sniper sputtered, but before he could get any proper protest out, the door was already quietly closed again with a soft click. Just like that, Spy was gone again.
Sniper stared at the dark ceiling for what felt like ages, his hands trembling slightly from the adrenaline of being caught in the act by Spy. Thoughts swirled in his head, mostly anxious and embarrassed ones. But, some were hungry . It made him want a cigarette.
Sniper resolved to join Spy for a cigarette. They were both men, he reasoned, and Spy had caught him doing what any man would do. It was unlikely that he could even make out the contents of the magazine in the dark. This accident couldn’t damage their professional relationship. Sniper refused to let it, for his own sake.
He closed the front of his pants and made for the door, exiting the camper.
Spy was right outside, leaning against the side of the camper and idly smoking one of his cigarettes. He seemed utterly unbothered, and barely acknowledged Sniper’s presence.
Sniper sat on the steps beside Spy and held out his hand for a cigarette.
Expecting it, Spy pulled one out for Sniper and lit it, handing it off to him.
“Do they not teach you to knock in France?” Sniper asked.
Spy snorted and flicked his wrist dismissively. “Pardon me, Bushman. I didn’t anticipate walking in on you with your cock in hand.”
Sniper scoffed. “Yeah, well, knock next time.”
“ Evidemment. ”
Sniper pulled at the front of his pants and flicked ash off the end of his cigarette.
“See anything tonight?”
“Only you.”
“Too much of a whole lotta nothing, then.”
Spy took one last puff from his cigarette and flicked it into the grass. What he did next was unexpected, even to himself. But, the opportunity had landed itself in his lap, and if Spy was nothing else, he was a man of opportunity. And, out of a small personal curiosity, he wanted to see what Sniper would do. He turned to Sniper and closed the gap between them, invading his personal space.
“I’ve seen many things, and that was not nothing.”
The sudden invasion of space made Sniper lean back, his legs spreading ever so slightly. This invited Spy more, and he knelt between his legs.
“Spy,” Sniper started.
“You’re so typical, all but in one way,” Spy narrated out loud, resting his hands on Sniper’s legs.
“What are you talking about?” Sniper’s voice changed slightly, anxiety pitching it up.
“You have a type,” Spy looked up at Sniper, his head dangerously close to the other’s crotch.
“You snake,” Sniper hissed, putting the pieces together in his head, “you’ve been…”
“Perhaps, yes. Though, they were hardly what could be considered as hidden.”
“You had no right .”
Spy ignored Sniper’s anger. “Do you want me?”
The question and its implication made Sniper's heart race. He did. He wanted Spy.
“If you’re offering,” Sniper said slowly, as if anticipating a trap.
“Très bien,” Spy hummed and reached between Sniper’s legs. He rubbed the other’s crotch slowly, gauging his response.
Sniper sucked in a breath through his nose and closed his eyes. Spy continued to tease Sniper until the outline of his cock was clear and straining through the fabric. Only then did he undo the front of his pants and free it.
“You’re so excitable, no doubt because it’s been a long time,” Spy teased, sliding his fingers up the length of Sniper’s hard cock. It was hot and twitched pathetically, desperate for more attention.
“Do you ever stop talking?” Sniper grumbled, placing a hand over his eyes to hide the redness in his face.
“Clearly my talking does not bother you,” He curled his thumb and forefinger around the head of Sniper’s cock and gave it a few short strokes, milking out more of the pre-cum that had started oozing from the tip.
Sniper let out a low, choked moan and peeked down at Spy from between his fingers, “Stop teasing, you bloody snake, or I’ll…”
“You’ll what, Bushman?” Spy dipped his head down and pressed his lips to the shaft of his cock.
Sniper opened his mouth to reply, but quickly shut it at the feel of Spy’s lips on him.
“That’s what I thought,” Spy smirked, lightly gliding his lips over the shaft and occasionally stopping to suck on the soft sensitive skin.
Sniper’s breaths came in hitched pants and his hips rocked desperately into every little touch, suck and kiss. He wanted more, but he wouldn’t beg.
“You’re so pathetic,” Spy taunted, dragging the flat of his tongue along the underside of Sniper’s cock, “have you ever been with a man? Or have you delegated yourself to those filthy pictures?”
Sniper grit his teeth, “you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Spy seemed pleased with that response, however vague it was, “Oh, but I do, and you are obvious .”
He swept his tongue over the head and then to Sniper’s surprise, slipped his tongue underneath the foreskin surrounding the head of his cock. He expertly moved his tongue underneath the skin and around the glans of his cock, sending thrills of pleasure straight down his spine.
“Oh, hell,” Sniper instinctively grabbed the back of Spy’s head and twisted the fabric of his mask in his fist.
Spy knew what Sniper wanted and finally felt kind enough to let him have it. He wrapped his lips fully around Sniper’s cock and sunk down on him. He felt the other’s cock strain and throb against his tongue. But, he didn’t move, casting his gaze up to Sniper and giving him permission with his eyes.
Sniper evidently got the message and started to rock his hips into Spy’s mouth experimentally. The rhythm started slowly as he indulged in the hot wetness of Spy’s mouth, but picked up the pace as he felt more confident.
“Can’t say nothing now, can you?” Sniper panted out, feeling the head of his cock bump against the back of Spy’s throat.
Spy choked, but Sniper held him in place, forcing him to relax and swallow around his cock.
“See, just like that,” Sniper closed his eyes and rolled his hips into Spy’s mouth, giving him a small moment to adjust.
Soon enough Spy’s brief reprieve was over, and Sniper was again fucking hard into Spy’s mouth. Spy’s mouth was thoroughly slicked now, a mix of pre-cum and spit easy for Sniper’s cock to slip in and out without much resistance.
Sniper, Spy acknowledged, despite throat fucking him, was still undeniably pitiful. His face and ears were bright red, and his thighs trembled with effort as he fucked his mouth. But it was the small, barely audible moans that slipped from Sniper’s mouth that stirred something inside Spy and made his own cock twitch in his pants. They were different from Sniper’s usual husky grunts and growls, and yet still so indicative, so consistent with his range. It was a private, erotic symphony put on for Spy’s ears only.
“Spy, I’m gonna…” Sniper said, snapping Spy out of his thoughts.
Spy grabbed Sniper’s thighs and squeezed them encouragingly, pressing his mouth down further on his cock.
With that, Sniper started fucking Spy’s mouth in earnest. Sniper moved his free hand to press his palm against the underside of Spy’s throat; there he could feel the subtle stretch and flex of his muscles as he fucked into his face.
“Fuck,” Sniper groaned, pushing his cock into Spy’s mouth one final time. Hot cum spilled from the tip of his cock, and pumped it down Spy’s throat. Spy swallowed without hesitation, a low moan coming from him in satisfaction.
Sniper stayed there for some time, buried deep in Spy’s throat, making sure he was thoroughly milked and that the other got every last drop.
Spy was more than happy with this arrangement and idly palmed his own cock through his pants.
Sniper noticed, finally coming down from his own orgasm and watched Spy. He didn’t say anything, but his cock gave a small excited twitch in his mouth, and that told Spy all he needed to know. Despite that, Sniper pulled his cock from Spy’s mouth and leaned heavily against the steps of the RV.
“Guess I…should return the favor,” Sniper finally said. It was the polite thing to do, after all.
Spy abandoned his semi-erect cock and produced a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping his mouth. “Don’t be an idiot, did one orgasm really make you forget the entire reason why we are out here? We don’t need any more distractions, and neither of us have been on watch—”
A bright beam of light shone from the darkened woods, a rough and loud voice calling out from somewhere behind it. “Who’s there?”
“Merde.”