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The burning air was sharp.
Preparing for some shooting, sniper adjusted his scope, steady. The hot metal of his rifle was stiff and in place.
Behind him, he could hear the uncharacteristic fumbling of spy's sapper. He didn’t turn right away, not wanting to give into the odd distraction.
“…You’re hoverin’.”
Spy said nothing.
That silence was deliberate, forcing sniper to finally peek over his shoulder. Spy was stood stiff and far too close. Well, too close for what sniper usually dealt with.
A flash of light from the hot desert sun glares back at spy from the tapered foot of snipers shoe. appreciating the true snake skin used crafting them, spy takes note he does care somewhat for his image, dispite his... well.. habits.
Spy feels a warmth in the pit of his stomach it feels electric suddenly his body feels fuzzy. Sure, he mustve been a little repressed from the lack of sexual coitus, but getting aroused by some, likely piss stained, boots? Vraiment?
Not exactly close to touching, but close enough that Sniper could feel the heat radiating off him through the air, his wrists flicked through his sapper, once or twice. Maybe thrice, his composure was taped together but just barely like the snipers finger on the trigger.
"Ya got somethin’ to say mate?" Sniper asked, deadpanned. Spy’s gaze lingered down again. Slowly. Almost like a guilty mutt.
To the boots...
Pristine snakeskin once again gleamed against the sun almost contrasting the snipers attitude. polished and deliberate. Spy let out a cartoonish gulp swallowing his arousal he refused to acknowledge.
“Those are rather..excessive.”Sniper smirked. “They’re only boots...ya like em?"
“Theyre shining...unnecessarily.." spy sighed. stoic.
“Its wot'tya call efficient.”
Spy stepped involuntarily before he seemed to realize what he was doing. Sniper lowered the rifle, accepting the lecture he will receive by miss pauling about concentration later. “…Right.”
The air blew moderately colder.
Spy’s breathing wasn’t as slow as usual either. A flush painted his cheeks red beneath the mask. His hand hovered near his own belt debating whether to adjust it or restrain himself. He chose to restrain, who was he kidding, he was a gentleman, act like one. mon dieu.
“You’re actin’ strange,” Sniper muttered followed with a dry cough dispite not needing to.
“Tu rigole! I am not.”
“You are mate.”
Spy’s pride acted boldly, "non, you observe too much for your own good, bushman”Sniper leaned back against the splintered wall folding his arms in strain. “Then stop lookin’ at me like that.”
Spy’s head turned away slightly, sinfully imagining snipers boot powering over him. “…Like what?”
“Like you’re thinkin’ somethin’ you shouldn’t.”
That pushed his head over the bar, spinning in deep heated pleasure inside. Spy’s composure cracked for what? half a second? For anyone else this would be something easily dismissed... but this was sniper. It just enough for him to notice.
He stepped forward until the tip of Sniper’s boot merely teased the front of Spy’s own shoe.
Painfully close.
“Perhaps,” Spy said smugly, voice higher, “dont flatter yourself though,bushman, its not a chique look on you." Dispite being internally conflicted between lust and holding his charismatic persona, he kept it subtle, for now.
Sniper stood unmoving. “Funny comin from the one that’s flushed over his head.”Spy’s breath stopped for a moment then hitching slightly. undeniable. Sniper took a step closer, this time kicking up dust, dry and carrying the heavy scent of ash, likely from a pyro.
Sniper tilted his head curiously. “If somethin’s got you wound up the bend, just say it.”
Spy wasted no timeto reply, he couldnt. "Bushman i can assure you i am perfectly peachy without your imput, so if you will just drop it? Oui? "
Sniper finally ending the tension, directs his gaze down to the spys pathetically hidden boner. "Sure about that priss?" He notices him staring down his shoes, yet again, he assumes in of course distain or maybe wonders if him being Australian wearing snake skinned boots was hypocritical to him. Or was it...
No...
"I dunno whats got ya so curled up today wanka but d'ya mind not lookin so.. well...dunno ya just lookin a tad odd." He lets out a slight awkward chuckle and continues to watch spy as he speaks.
"Putain" the spy slips out before speaking a full sentence" ouais, i am doing fine like i said bushman, i just need a second to look at my.. my sapper. Oui?"
Sniper is not impressed by this new bratty attitude.
Spy pulls his sapper from his hidden crotch up to his chest, now revealing the true reasons behind his bitching and moaning.
"Bloody'ell youre bloomin hard, spy" he says in a chummy way but also withstanding a kind of look of disgust. Spy retreats into himself almost in a shell-like state. Sniper could feel the heat burning now.
Again sniper asks mockingly "what'cha gettin so heated about that it gets THE spy.. well..." Using his arms indicating his boner.
With a childish protest, "you are truly mistaken! Mon dieu!" He flusterly exclaims "it is not you i will have you know. I suppose it is just in the air today" he vaguely states . "Or someones taste in shoes." He whispers loud enough for sniper to hear.
"Oh so thats whats up with ya today? Cant handle these boots crafted with a little ol' snake skin huh? Gosh thats bloody hilarious mate, spy cant keep it in his pants about some shoes heh"
Spy again retaliates " non. You do not understand bushman. I only need a little help to get me back on track with some kills, please understand? Non?"
This time he didn’t hide it.
The tension was painfully obvious now coiled tight in his pin striped pants, his knuckles went white just to fight himself to stand unshaking.
Sniper nudged his boot forward an inch now touching uninvited on the verge of pushing him down to the hot concrete.
Spy inhaled sharply intaking the new sensation.
There it was.
Sniper’s grin came knowing. “Thought you'd be a little more greatful i'm indulgin in this hm? Spy looked mortified. Then... aroused.
“Do not misunderstand, jarman.” he broke out with a subtle pant. “This is not some kind of weakness.”
“Nah,” Sniper said calmly. “Didn’t say it was.”
Spy’s pride withered with something hotter. "…You are insufferable,” he gasped, now down to the ground at snipers will. Crotch shivering under his boot.
“you’re still here though." Sniper replied.
He felt spy's cock twitch excitedly at his commentary along with the motion. "That's absolutely sick mate."
Spy nodded, defeated.
"What d'ya want from me? d'ya want me to ah, do somethin' with ma foot or are ya gonna move on ya own?"
Again, Spy nods nonchalantly, though his body screams the opposite, not exactly answering the question as he pushes his clothed dick up to the snipers, amenable, boot. It was a little too sudden for the both of them with sniper already a little too awed by what this whole situation meant , to be ready for that. Stunned, sniper boots his foot down in dismay pinning spy down into the slight cracks of the floor.
Not too keen on spy startling him again, he drags his knife lazily from his pocket, embracing the arousal shaking through his skin, and proceeds to briskly slide the knife to his throat. Captive.
Spy whines at the loss of control. He feels deathly humiliated. "So, are you not allowing me to move now?" He felt his palms drip with cold sweat. "Nah mate, too much movement from ya, its pathetic. From now im gonna be doin all the movin. Ya got that wanka?"
Shuddering under the wrath of sniper, the steady movement of his shoe continued against his crotch; and oh mon dieu, he would be lying if he wasnt about to come.
Heaving, trying to distribute his breaths, he whines," sniper.. wait hold on hh. I might finish too early if you carry on there! I.. merde!"
Sniper does infact not stop but goes excruciatingly slower from a distance looking as if they weren't moving at all, if not for the tension holding them in place now. Spy winces at the loss of force and speed. He wants to come, its a little, well humbling to do so in his well kept suit though.
"Sniper" he whithered trying not to seem needy " please do not make me come in my undergarments, im asking sincerely here. I do not want to walk around in battle with these, extremely priced, pants stained obviously with semen.."
Something about the humiliation of spy having to hide even more descritely than usual made his dick jump. He wanted that, he wanted revenge on spy for all those other times he'd been the laughing stock of his jokes.
Sniper grunts and ignores the backstabbers request only to now step directly hard onto his cock, withdrawing a hasty noise from the others mouth. The noise made sniper feel sick. In the way he felt a bullet of warmth spread through him.
Spy expected to be on the recieving end of another kick, but it never came, instead sniper dragged him up to kneel again by his collar, which he was of course not all that happy about, and returned the knife directly back into the others pocket.
"Now move, mutt. C'mon ratbag, you cum when you want, y'dont deserve the etiquette of an interaction." Spy, smothered by sick lust, does as he says and humps aggressively against the snipers boot. His dick was at its full girth now twitching with precum unforgivingly.
Gritting his teeth and having denied himself of noticing his own erection he idly palmed himself through his slacks, rubbing his temples with a sigh. His view was.. well hot. Especially being spy. down on his trembling knees. Humping snipers own shoes.
"Christ spy its been 7 minutes mate" taking a double take at his clock, " are ya nearly done? Im gettin cold feet 'ere." Spy grinds faster, now kissing snipers other boot slightly slobbering obscenely and stroking up and down his calves.
Spy's stamina hadn't been as good as it was before, it was expected at his age, he wasnt a teen humping his pillow anymore, though, dispite the odds, he was still 48 years of age grinding against not the comfort of a pillow, but his teammate's boot.
"P..praise me.."
"Wot? Praise ya? Spy, i am not gonna indulge in this bogan fantasy you thinks goin on in that head o yours. Cuz it ain't" sniper huffed in disbelief at the odd request sort of hardening his dick further.
"S'il te plait?.." spy is begging now, its pretty embarrassing and uncharismatic to his usual manerisms.
..
" ya know wot? Fine. Spy, keep humpin my boot there like the well behaved darl you are." Sniper’s teasing expression only intensified. Spy looked up at him now not smug, not superior. Just strained. He could feel himself about to spill any second.
Spy begged with each word forced out through clenched teeth. “I need it...anything... please bushman.”
Another sudden push of snipers shoe caused a, humiliatingly loud moan from him. Sniper groaned also getting close from watching quietly.
Spy’s fingers twitched at the crazed gunmans legs, gripping instensly, "Please,” he said before he could stop himself, now thrusting uncaring, sloppy, undignified. The plead was barely there. Spy’s pride shattered in that moment not loudly, but a quiet collapse as he released his ejaculate into his pants also soaking the snipers boots in the process, but, he didnt care.
"Hhh..Snipe-"
He cut himself off, jaw tightening hard, this was not a time for measly confessions or a time to deny his sexual preferences. Spy’s eyes flickered with frustration, heat, embarrassment, there was no relief.
Just...raw.
Sniper let out a slow breath having quietly finished to his own demise. “You’re a bloody mess, mate.” Spy gave a shallow laugh in retern. "Oui..."
"Tell me to leave,” Spy said quietly. “Or tell me to stay. But do not let me linger like this again sniper."
He was a man who hated losing control, petty really, asking for direction because he couldn’t trust himself.
Sniper stayed silent as they watched the haze of the battle continue, neither of them moved.