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The desert was surprisingly cold at night. Not that Scout didn't know cold, he grew up in Boston after all. But it was different out here, in the evenings he could feel it leeching away at him. There were no buildings to stop the wind, no lights, or cars, or alleyways, or fires in trash cans. It just felt so empty.
Scout sighed quietly, and looked to his side. He admired the face of the figure in his bed, breathing softly. Medic was a sharp man, especially in battle, holding his infamous Ubersaw. But here, with the wisps of moonlight drifting through cracks in the blinds, he looked soft. Scout raised his hand to touch the face of his beloved doctor, but halted himself. If he woke Medic up in the middle of the night again he would never hear the end of it.
He sighed and shifted to roll onto his stomach, only to let out a pained grunt. He looked down, confused for a moment as to what hurt him, only to be met with the dark form of a tent in the sheets. Jeez, just looking at the Doc sleeping got him riled up these days. He rubbed his hands over his face, exhausted beyond reason. But he knew he'd never get to sleep with this problem so... apparent.
Scout looked to Medic again, slowly sliding his hand down his own chest and under the sheets. As he gently tugged his erection free of his pajamas, he let out a soft breath. 'Stupid hot Medic... Ya always tell me off for waking ya up but ya got no problems nudging me awake to help ya with yours in the mornin's...' He bit into his knuckles gently, stopping the whine that threatened to escape him as he picked up the pace of his hand. He tilted his hips up, trying to be done with this quickly. He was beyond tired, and this was not helping, but no matter what tactics he tried, he just couldn't make it work. He groaned quietly, letting out a puff of frustrated air. He couldn't take it anymore, god damn it if Medic was mad at him, he just wanted to be able to sleep.
He shifted to his side to face the sleeping German, tentatively placing his hand on Medic's shoulder.
Scout gave a gentle squeeze. Nothing
He tried a light shake. Medic didn't so much as twitch.
He huffed again, and scooted a few inches closer, pressing his chest against Medic's large shoulder. Scout ran his fingers gently across the side of Medic's face, finally giving in to his earlier impulses. He slowly lowered his other hand as he traced the Doctor's sharp cheekbones and threaded his fingers through the feathery soft hair atop his head. Scout let out a heated breath. At least this was actually helping. Scout shifted his right hand to rest on Medic's broad chest, feeling the soft thump of his heart under his skin. He squeezed his eyes shut as his hand picked up speed again, pressing his forehead ever so softly into the top of Medic's collarbone. God he was close, just a minute more of this and he could get some rest-
Medic huffed suddenly, rolling to his side, and half-hazardly tossing an arm over scout, pressing the athlete closer to his chest. "Geh schlafen, mien liebe..." He muttered in his mother tongue, barely conscious.
Scout whined. He hated being on edge for so long, and he definitely couldn't sleep at this point, no matter how exhausted he was. He looked up at Medic's nearly sleeping face and furrowed his brow, trying his best to look persuading. "Doc, I could use a little help...I didn't mean to get so 'excited' this late, honest. You don't even have to do anything, I'll do all the work! Just let me, please? Nothing I've done has worked...", Scout rambled on, desperately trying to justify himself in the face of the Doctor's lack of enthusiasm.
After a long moment of silence, Medic leaned down towards Scouts face, leaving a chaste kiss on his forehead. "Alright liebe, but please finish up quick, ja? We need to be rested..."
"Really? Holy crap Doc thank ya, of course I promise I'll be quick... And I promise I'll make ya feel real good, too..." Scout relaxed, no longer afraid to freely touch the Medic. He slid his hands once again beneath the cheap linen sheets, fumbling for a moment before fishing Medic's soft cock through his fly. He leaned up, kissing the tired man slowly as he coaxed his body to wake up a bit. Medic groaned at Scout's efforts, moving one hand to hold at the back of hsis head to deepen their kiss as the other pressed at the small of the runner's back, pushing their bodies even closer.
Scout whined, near immediately growing impatient, as he tended to do. He slid his hips closer to Medic's, slotting his dick in alongside the german's and sucking in a harsh breath against his lips. He readjusted his grip, holding both of them snugly as he continued his motions. Medic moaned outright at the feeling of Scout's hot flesh against his own, and bit down on his lip, squeezing his hip in encouragement. "Ja Scout- Mhhng... That's it, Ja..." He whispered praise into the runner's ear, beginning to shift his hips to meet the strokes of his hand.
As they shifted and breathed against each other in the cool desert night, Scout could feel himself growing close again. He looked pleadingly up at Medic, and nearly came right then and there. The man above him was beautifully disheveled, his hair mussed up and sticking to the top of his forehead with a light layer of sweat. His eyes were half closed, blurred with lust. His mouth hung half open, and his breath came out in harsh pants. He groaned once more, though this time it sounded more urgent. He muttered through his haze, "Liebe, I am going to- Scheiße, I am close..."
Scout pressed a quick kiss to Medic's lips once again, nodding in agreement as his eyes screwed shut, stuttering, "F-Fuuuck Doc, me too... Ungggh, God you feel so g-good..."
He scrabbled frantically with his free hand at Medic's shoulder, gripping harshly as he dug his teeth into his lip to quiet his final moan. Medic followed moments after, unable to withstand the sensation of Scout's cum dripping down his own cock. Scout continued the movements of his hand as he and Medic chased the last moments of their climaxes, feeling the offset rhythms of their pulsating flesh.
Eventually, as their hearts and breaths calmed, Scout sighed, half relieved and half annoyed. He sadly peeled himself away from medic to reach out for the box of tissues on the nightstand. Gathering a few, he briskly cleaned the two of them off, being gentle with their sensitive bodies. He knew they would need to shower tomorrow, but he couldn't find it in himself to worry about that now. He wadded up the tissues and threw them half-heartedly in the direction of the trash bin, hurrying to be back in Medic's embrace before the peace of his afterglow faded fully away. He pressed another kiss to the man's lips, who was waiting patiently for him, arms open. Gladly he nestled into his warm embrace, letting out a contented breath and he let the darkness of night surround them both.