It was supposed to be a secret, and for the most part, it was. After all, cross faction friendship was expressly forbidden. But there was something about interacting with someone who was…well, you with a different color shirt on that was undeniably fascinating. During times of ceasefire, the two Scouts would sit together outside one of their bases and commiserate; about the war, about times back home, about young men troubles. This evening, the topic of conversation was masturbation. Or, for one of the Scouts, the lack-there-of. The BLU Scout shook his head wildly, hardly believing what the RED Scout had just said moments before. “What’s master…ation?†The RED Scout asked, scratching his head in confusion. The BLU Scout threw his hands up in exasperation.“Wait a minute, pally…are ya tellin’ me that you’s never…beat it, before?†The other Scout shifted uncomfortably. “I’ve beat up plenty a’ guys, but I don’t see what that’s gotta do wit’ this.†“Not exactly what I meant, ya RED,†The BLU said, still not believing this. As a regular twice-a-day-keeps-the-Medic-away kind of guy, the very thought of having done it…well, never, threw him for a loop. “I’m talkin’ about…ya know, yankin’ the crank, greasin’ the shaft, rockin’ the stick…stuff like that.†The RED simply stared. “I dunno what you’s talkin’ about man, that seems like a problem you should talk to Engineer about or somethin’.†The BLU had to fight to reach for his baseball bat and start beating this guy’s skull in. How could anyone be so…dense? “Listen, ya RED, I’m talkin’ about playin’ wit’ your dick.†“Oh. That.†The RED shifted uncomfortably. “Well, what’s it to ya if I haven’t?†“No wonder you’re such a tight-ass! Haha!†The BLU said, doubling over in laughter. The RED’s face slowly turned as red as his shirt. “It’s not funny, man. My Ma was real strict about stuff like that, not lettin’ me and my brothers date and shit. Plus she was always goin’ on and on about Jesus and chastity. So I figured why bother? I had more important things ta worry about, ya know?†The BLU stared pointedly at the RED, still hardly believing. How could someone go twenty-one years without getting off? Hell, the thought of going a week without jacking it sounded painful to the BLU. “Ain’t ya ever been curious? Ya never stopped and played with it?†The RED froze, his shoulders stiffening. “…No. That stuff’s not pure an’ shit.†The BLU snorted, dropping down beside the RED on an old tattered couch, dumped outside of the RED base at Teufort. “You’re gonna sit there and tell me that you’s never yanked it?†The RED remained silent, his face flushed, staring at the ground. “I don’t believe this. This is a real freakin’ embarrassment, ya know that? It’s un-American. It’s like…it’s like tellin’ me ya never had bacon before. Un-freakin’-believable.†“What’s it to ya, pal?!†The RED said, not ready to keep taking any more verbal abuse. “I gots my morals, and I’m stickin’ to ‘em. But that won’t stop me from kickin’ your ass!†“Oh yeah? I’d like to see you try.†The BLU Scout stared pointedly at the RED, daring him to make a move. Before the RED knew what’d hit him (and it certainly wasn’t a baseball bat), the BLU had leaned against him, pressing his lips against him. “Mmph!†The RED squealed, positively squealed, at the BLU’s invading mouth. He banged at the BLU’s shoulders, and with a pop! the BLU pulled his lips away. “What the fuck’s your problem, ya BLU?!†The RED said, pushing at the BLU to get off of him, but the BLU Scout remained firmly settled next to the RED, one of his arms wrapped around the unwilling RED. “I’m teachin’ you’s a lesson. You’ll thank me later.†“Now what makes you think I’m gonna go alo-“ The RED was suddenly interrupted by the BLU’s lips once again, which met his in a sloppy, jaw-against-jaw kiss. He’d kissed before, yeah. But his Ma didn’t like him dating, told him that girls were trouble that he didn’t want to get involved in. But the BLU Scout was no girl. Hell, he might as well be kissing himself. And, when he got past the wriggling voices in the back of his head telling him he was a faggot…well, it felt undeniably good. The RED Scout felt the tension being divested from his body as he gave in to the BLU’s lips, the feeling of hands trailing across his working at his hips to undo his belt buckle. Of fingers trailing across him outside of his pants, fingers that rubbed against him. It never took much to get him hard. “Ya never felt this, huh?†The BLU said, his breath tickling the other’s lips. With a groan, the RED Scout leaned back, slumping against the back of the sofa. “You’s got…no idea…†The RED muttered, his fingers digging into the fabric of the sofa. He couldn’t help but spread his legs wider, and he heard the BLU Scout chuckle at the action. “So eager already, aren’t ya…?†The BLU slid himself off of the couch, slumping to his knees and nestling himself between the other Scout’s thighs. “W-wait…what are you doing?†The RED said, not trusting the look on the BLU’s face. This was going all too fast for him. The BLU Scout glanced upwards, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Ya want me to keep goin’?†He asked, trailing his hands up the other’s legs, and resting them on the tops of his thighs. “N-no,†The RED said, shaking his head wildly. “Somethin’,†the BLU skated the palm of his hand against the RED’s obvious erection, which strained his pants. “tells me otherwise.†He reached for the RED Scout’s belt buckle, slowly undoing it, his eyes trained on the RED’s face. “Worse than a fuckin’ teenager…†The BLU muttered as he unzipped the other Scout’s pants, freeing him. He couldn’t stop marveling at how such small motions were getting such a big reaction out of the RED. He leaned forward, and let out a hot breath. The RED Scout’s cock trembled, and the BLU knew it wouldn’t take much. Wouldn’t take long, not at all. This kid was ready to burst. “Touch it,†The BLU said, glancing up at the RED, who had his head thrown back against the couch. “N-no…no, I can’t…†“C’mon faggot, I wanna see you touch yourself.†“I…don’t know how.†The RED was redder than a fucking tomato, and breathing like he’d just run fifteen miles. “Gimmee your hand, I’ll teach ya.†The BLU Scout reached for the RED’s hand, but he just pulled it back and shook his head again. “I can’t do that. I can’t, man, I jus’ cant.†The BLU considered his counterpart for a moment, before his gaze returned to the RED’s cock. It was dripping like a motherfucker, he felt almost cruel. Poor guy didn’t know what he was missing. “Fine then, man, I guess I’m just gonna hafta do it for ya,†the BLU said, and the RED shuddered. He reached forward and grabbed ahold of the RED’s straining dick, and starting pumping, slowly. Murderously slowly. The RED’s eyes were wide as dinner plates, staring ahead at nothing, his mouth open, lips parted, muttering sharp and short profanities with each stroke. “Holy fuck, BLU, BLU, BLU…fuck, what the fucking fuck is this…†The BLU laughed lightly to himself, leaning forward and brushing his lips against the RED’s lips. “Ya like that, huh?†“F-fuck,†the RED muttered, taking a deep breath through his teeth. “Answer me, faggot…do ya like that?†“Y-yes!†“Yeah…?†“Yes, fuck, BLU, yes…!†“Then orgasm for me.†Orgasm. There have been few moments in the RED Scout’s life where he’s felt completely helpless; one, the first time he experienced death. It was a few months ago, a few days after joining this war. Taking a bullet to the temple was like having all the breath sucked out of you by a sudden and forceful vacuum. And coming back through Respawn for the first time…well, that was like breathing for the first time. This feeling was different. He wanted to compare it to the feeling of free falling; you know, those times when he got too close to the edge of a cliff at Hightower and careened off. Those few seconds of weightlessness. But it wasn’t quite like that. It was like a million little electric shocks. Head thrown back, eyes wide, pupils dilated, toes curling, hands clutching at the couch… Breathing in, deep breaths, blinking fast. And then a whole bunch of fuckin’ white noise. “W-What…was that?†The RED muttered, and the BLU laughed to himself. His calculations had been correct; a few well-placed strokes and the kids had exploded. To be honest, for the BLU it had been pretty underwhelming. But, for the RED, he was sure it must’ve really been something. He lifted up his hand, rubbing most of the RED’s mess off his pants. What was left over, however, he lapped up with his tongue , amused at the RED’s horrified and disgusted expression. “Mmm…that…†He smiled lightly, his tongue idly lazing across his lower lip, licking up a stray strand of come. “That was somethin’ that’d been buildin’ in ya for years,†The RED collapsed back on the couch, breathing heavy, hardly believing that what he’d just felt could be real. He was both at once completely relaxed and terrified. The BLU, still all-too-amused at the virgin RED, leaned over and pressed a breathy kiss to the RED’s earlobe, whispering as he did so, “Just wait until next time, when I use my mouth.â€