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Engineer didn’t plan on making friends when he joined the war. He’s a mercenary, there with a job he inherited thanks to the genius of his grandfather. He’d learned all the old man had to teach about machines and more, his own talents with a wrench soon apparent and taking him leaps and bounds ahead of his classmates in college. He took the job for two simple reasons, he needed a job and he liked to build guns. It was that simple. He wasn’t there to socialize.
But little by little, accidentally, all the mercs grew to tolerate and even like each other. Engineer and Soldier were considered best friends by the others though they never confirmed or denied it. Engie was pretty sure Jane liked him for being American and a calming presence, less likely to set him off than the other ‘maggots’. Engineer didn’t mind. He like Solly just fine. In fact he likes almost all of them.
The least surprising is his closeness to Sniper. From the first day they had found a common interest, their preference for sleeping outside instead of in the barracks. They preferred moon and stars and the still desert, similar to both their homes, to cold metal and snoring fighters all around them. Sniper slept in his camper, windows open on nice nights, and more often than not offered Engineer a place beside it for the night as long as he set up sentries to keep them alive until morning.
This led to them getting up together and heading into the ‘office’ together. They had their morning coffee together after the engineer had finished off his heaping plate of eggs, sausage, bacon and grits. Sniper usually slept through breakfast so Engineer never made him a plate. There just wasn’t time.
But after a few weeks watching Sniper head off to war with nothing but a cup and a half of coffee in his stomach Engineer started thinking. He never saw the Australian eat a full meal. Now and then he’d catch him finishing off a piece of plain bread that he hoped was part of a larger meal but even these glimpses were rare. It made the Texan worry.
He’d noticed right from the start how skinny Sniper is, of course. It was one of the first things he remembered about him after they met. He was too thin. It was a hard thing to miss, especially for a man who was used to second and third helpings with almost every meal. He came from Texas after all, and everything is bigger in Texas. To him Sniper was like a toothpick.
He ignored it, figured he worked out or had a fast metabolism at first. But after months of seeing him eat only unbuttered toast and the occasional bite of fruit here and there to avoid scurvy it started to bother the engineer. But he didn’t say anything. It didn’t seem right to interfere.
They started getting closer though, and Engineer tried to bring it up as subtly as he could. I haven’t been to the mess hall yet, wanna come along? I’m not gonna finish all this you want any? But it never took. And the longer he looked the more skeletal Sniper became in his mind. Slender (if toned) arms and skinny legs turned to sticks propping up a bean pole thin body. It wasn’t that Sniper was losing weight, but that the Engineer was growing more and more frustrated with his friend’s lack of substance.
Which meant he took almost every opportunity to inspect every inch of the aussie. Luckily, Sniper wasn’t the shy sort and was more than happy to undress when the sun got too high and the desert burned a little too hot.
The first time Engie saw him shirtless was a few months after they’d met. He was playing his guitar after dinner one night, under the moon, and Sniper had tugged off his shirt and laid back on the cooling sand. Engie’s eyes had been drawn to him immediately and he’d missed a note in the song. For a moment he wasn’t worried about Sniper. Too thin arms and legs aside there was a layer of fat on the man’s lower belly that had Engie more than a little hot under the collar. The way it pressed and rolled a little over the man’s pants called to the Texan, begging him to set aside his guitar and give the soft flesh a little nibble.
But his eyes roamed upwards, hoping for healthy lean muscle and maybe a little more of that soft pudge, only to be greeted by the ghastly sight of the other man’s ribs jutting out of his body, skin pulled to taught over the hard lines of bone that had the Engineer’s stomach rumbling in pity hunger. It ain’t right. And that’s when he decides something has to be done.
Sniper’s a polite sort of fella. His parents raised him that way. He’s a good boy, always has been. But that doesn’t mean he’s humble.
He’s always been a little too wrapped up in himself, maybe. That probably came from spending years alone on the outback, with nothing for company but his own thoughts. He was the most important thing in his life for years. He was the only thing in his life for years.
So when the Engineer offers to cook for him, he accepts in a nanosecond. He’s got no reason to say no. He’s not the sort of man who refuses charity. And as much as he likes food, he’s never been a big eater. If he puts any thought into it, it probably also comes from spending so long out in the outback. He’d hunt occasionally, but no matter how much excess he had, he still ate like a bird. He’d be out for weeks sometimes, months before he returned home, and he had to make sure he had enough to eat something every day.
It’s not that he has a problem with eating full meals. When he returned home, his mother would always coax another helping into him and he wouldn’t turn her down. He doesn’t mind eating more than he really needs, as long as it isn’t his food.
So why in God’s name would he refuse the Engineer’s offer to cook for him? He can’t deny his cooking has always smelled heavenly when they’re sitting around the fire at night, fat sausage and fluffy eggs and thick cuts of meat and buttery biscuits. It’s no wonder the Engineer is a little soft around the middle himself. (Privately at night, sometimes Sniper will lie awake wondering what it would be like to sit down on top of the Engineer and sink his fingers in.) And he’d be sitting there with his apple and bologna sandwich from the mess hall but he wouldn’t outright ask for any food from him. He’s too polite for that kind of thing. If Engie had ever offered he wouldn’t have said no, but apparently he looked pretty content with his bare sandwich because he never did.
Until now.
Engie doesn’t invite him over right away. He invites him for dinner two nights later, giving himself plenty of time to prepare. This meal is going to be a masterpiece. Everything has to be good enough that sight and smell alone have Sniper’s mouth watering and once he gets a taste he won’t be able to stop until he’s finished every bite.
That means biscuits and gravy, sausage, steak, corn, rice, chili, ribs, everything he can whip up that sizzles and smells like heaven. Sniper isn’t going to know what hit him.
Sniper thinks it’s a little strange that Engineer would invite him to his barracks inside the base. He knows they both have a room in the RED base, but Engie uses it primarily for storage, and he’s barely ever set foot in his own. But when he heads down the long stairway that leads to Engineer’s boiler room basement lab area, the smell of his cooking wafts around him and he honestly couldn’t care about the bizarre location.
Most of the Engineer’s things seem to have been shoved over to occupy one third of the room, leaving the rest of it open. Tables and desks are covered in hot plates to keep them warm, despite the already suffering heat of the boiler just down the hall. Sniper takes his hat off to avoid overheating before he even reaches the bottom step. There’s a chair set up for both him and the Engineer, and he can’t help but notice that the bed has been cleared off, rolled up blueprints and boxes messily thrown under it.
It doesn’t occur to him that the location is chosen only partially for privacy by the Engineer. The other part is his quiet hope that the heat will make the Sniper strip his clothes off.
“Well, I’ll be stuffed!” Sniper exclaims at the mountains of plates set out in front of them. Engineer is standing beside the table fidgeting a little bit, his hardhat is off but his goggles are still in place. It’s hard to tell in the relatively low light, but he looks a bit flushed. That probably has to do with the oppressive heat, though. “Did you invite more company? This is a bit excessive for just the two of us.”
"Nope, just us," Engie assures him, his usual slow drawl a little hurried. He’s flushed and nervous, already imagining the other man leaning back in his chair, shirt off and pants unbuttoned, hands spread over his stomach, full for the first time in ages. He’s been thinking about it all day while he was cooking and now that he’s finally here he’s worried he’s going to say too much and scare the man off before he gets a bite of food in him.
A little jumpy, he approaches the aussie and takes his hat before ushering him over to the table. “Wanted you to be able to have a taste of everything. Whatever you can’t finish we’ll pack up and you can take back with you for later.”
Sniper is already undressing. The heat is claustrophobic, and his extra layers are completely unnecessary. He drapes his vest over the back of the chair that he takes graciously, long limbs bowed awkwardly around the side of the desk.
Engineer piles a plate for him with a little bit of everything after Sniper promises him he’s not a picky eater and he’d probably suck back anything Engie put in front of him. He fills a plate for himself too, even though he feels too anxious to eat. He’d probably remember his hunger as soon as he started eating, but he’s much more occupied with his thoughts of getting Sniper to eat.
Everything Sniper puts in his mouth has him moaning out compliments. They talk and laugh through their meal, discarding bones on an empty plate and sopping up gravy with bites of fluffy biscuit. Sniper relishes the feeling of filling up. The food is divine, if a little bit unhealthy, and he’ll probably feel sluggish the next day, but luckily for him they’re currently in the middle of a ceasefire that has lasted for a couple days already over some technicalities, and doesn’t seem to be letting up any time soon. Tomorrow he can just lounge in bed or in the shade beside his camper and probably pick at the leftovers Engineer promised him.
His plate is clean in less than half an hour and he sits back politely. The Engineer finished eating more than ten minutes ago, but Sniper has never been a very fast eater all his life.
"You up for some more?" Engie asks, standing up and taking both their plates. He doesn’t bother waiting for a reply before he starts heaping second helpings on, ribs and corn bread and coleslaw overflowing from the plate that he sets down on the table in front of his friend in a matter of seconds.
“Well I won’t say no,” Sniper laughs at his friend’s enthusiasm. “Not like you’re about to run out.”
The second plate seems even more delicious than the first. He’s not exactly hungry any more. In fact, the first plate filled him up pretty comfortably. Which means he can slow down and really appreciate the flavors of the second helping. The biscuits are so thick and savory with the gravy, the ribs fall right off the bones and the homemade barbeque sauce help them go down so smooth. The corn is perfectly salted and the coleslaw is tart and crunchy, the steak is seasoned and sharp on his tongue, the sausage is sweet and soft, the chili is spicy enough to make him sweat.
He pulls off his red overshirt halfway through the plate, leaving him in nothing but his tight white tank top. He’s too occupied with eating to notice the way Engineer’s staring at him. He doesn’t even notice that he’s barely picking at his own seconds in favor of watching Sniper from behind his goggles.
The tight white tank top the Sniper is wearing isn’t quite tight enough for the Engineer’s liking. He wants to see it stretched across the other man like his skin was stretched across his ribs. He wants the stitches straining to cover his flesh. Better yet he wants it so tight that the Sniper has to take it off.
He’d never considered how attractive Sniper is before. But that little bit of pudge on the aging man’s lower stomach had put all sorts of thoughts in his head. Most of them involving a well fed Sniper naked on his bed.
The second plate is cleared without much trouble. The Sniper feels warm and full, and a bit rounded out. He sits back in his chair contentedly, letting his back bow comfortably. Engineer’s eyes are fixated on the way Sniper’s stomach sticks out a little bit.
Sniper isn’t a stupid man. His job is to observe. If he couldn’t notice the way the Engineer was looking at him, he wouldn’t be very good at his job. He might have been a little distracted by his own comfort and pleasure, but as soon as he’s done eating and he can sit back and relax, he can see the way Engie is staring him down. His face is definitely redder than it was before.
“See something you like, mate?” he teases, throwing an arm over the back of his chair.
The engineer clears his throat and looks away. He clears their plates and comes back with two bowls of soup, a palate cleanser of sorts for between courses. Not that there are any real courses to this meal but it’ll help Sniper recover a little before he starts in again.
"There ain’t much to look at yet. You’re a bit on the thin side there partner." Engie says as he sits back down.
Sniper scoffs, faking offense. “Thin? Are you kidding me? After all I’ve just eaten? I’ve already gotta be a couple pounds heavier than usual, thanks to you.”
The engineer shrugs as he tucks in to his soup. “Still look an awful lot like a poorly stuffed scarecrow to me. But that’s just one man’s opinion.”
“You trying to fatten me up?” Sniper grins and leans forward so he can sniff the soup. Like everything else, it smells to die for. He sips at the broth to sample its flavor, but it doesn’t take long before he’s heaping soft vegetables into the spoon.
Engie can’t help but grin as he watches Sniper swallowing down spoonful after spoonful. Half of the bowl is already gone before he bothers to answer.
"I am. More?"
Sniper chokes on a carrot. “Oh,” he looks up. Engineer slides a beer at him to clear his throat. The ease and swiftness with which Engie answered makes him feel a little warm. He gulps down half the beer, it’s inexplicably cold despite the heat of the basement lab, and the contrast makes his skin prickle.
Sitting back in his chair again, he feels comfortable and happy. There’s something about food prepared by someone else that always tastes so much better. He rubs at his full stomach thoughtfully as he looks the Engineer over.
“Take your goggles off,” he says, not exactly a command, but more than just a suggestion. He wants to see the look in the Engineer’s eyes. “It’s dark down here, and you ain’t welding anything.”
"I don’t…" The engineer starts. He always wears his goggles. It’s easier to keep them on when he’s not sleeping or showering because he never knows when he’ll need them. It makes sense to keep them on.
But he’s got the sniper half undressed already. It’s only fair. And he asked so nicely.
He takes the goggles off and sets them aside. He has to blink a few times to adjust to the lightness of the room without the goggles on but the room is dim enough that the change is easy.
Sniper’s teasing smirk fades into a small smile. “I didn’t know you have blue eyes,” he mutters, feeling an entirely different sense of warmth for a hiccup of a moment.
"Do I?" Engineer asks with mild interest. “‘Fraid I never noticed. You know I made some mac and cheese if you want some. It’s homemade, my ma’s recipe. You’ll love it. It’s the creamiest, cheesiest damn mac and cheese in the country."
Sniper’s smile is crooked when he accepts. He’s well full by this point, but Engineer is just so charming when he’s doting on him, and he’s missed being taken care of like this. He hasn’t been home in years, and he doesn’t indulge himself when he’s all alone. This is a nice change of pace to his usual routine of nibbling fruit and cheese and meat like a bat.
With the Engineer’s goggles off, he can see the way the man’s looking at him. He can see the way Engie’s eyes roam his body, most clearly interested in his torso. Specifically, his steadily rounding stomach. His breath comes in a little shorter with every helping Engineer coaxes into him, but he hasn’t run out of room yet and Engineer hasn’t stopped being really endearingly handsome.
Mac and cheese and steak and biscuits, ribs and mashed potatoes, he tries everything on the table. He noticed Engineer stopped eating quite some time ago, but he’s too comfortable to ask questions. The flavors mingle on his tongue and the pleasure center of his brain is going haywire. He feels heavy and sated, and the way the Engineer just keeps looking at him makes him shiver despite the heat inside and out.
He arches his hips a little bit to pop his belt and let it hang open, his button following suit a moment later to give himself more room. He ventures a groan of pleasure at the release of pressure and puts a hand over his stomach. It feels tight, beneath a soft, deceptive layer of pudge, and he rubs in slow circles. Engineer doesn’t even notice the way Sniper is looking directly at him, because his sight is so fixated by the other man’s round belly.
Engie’s breath catches in his throat when Sniper starts unbuttoning his pants. He’d hoped this would happen, had been trying to make it happen since he started cooking, but actually having it in front of him is almost enough to make him drop the plates of food he’s carrying.
Sniper looks beautiful. He’s glowing, his cheeks flushed with pleasure and warmth from good food and company. His eyes are bright and he’s sighing little happy sighs while he rubs his round, growing belly. He probably doesn’t even notice he’s doing it but the sounds of his enjoyment and the sight of him rounded out and touching himself have the Engineer’s overalls getting a little tight.
Sniper licks his lips when Engie sets down a pie in front of him. He’s never been big on sweets, but it’s apple pie so there’s a chance it could be tart. The Engineer cuts him a large slice, but one bite confirms that it’s a very, very sweet pie. It’s not that he dislikes sweet, but rather the sensation of his mouth and throat closing up around the cloying sugar. He dislikes honey and peanut butter for the same reason.
“Oh, that’s a bit thick,” he grunts and finishes off his second beer to wash it down. “Not sure I can eat this, it’s a might overwhelming.”
“Aw, come on,” Engie chuckles anxiously. He wants to see him bigger. “I made it just for you.”
Sniper licks his lips again and he looks over the Engineer. His shaking hands, his red cheeks, nervous eyes and noticeably tenting overalls. He hums a little at the sight of him. He’s not sure what about this has got him so hot. It might be all of Sniper’s undressing, but he’s gotten half-naked in front of Engie before. Maybe he gets off on domesticity, and the idea of preparing a meal for someone. Or maybe he just gets off on the way Sniper looks stuffed like a turkey. He’s spending an awful lot of time looking at his stomach.
“Maybe you should persuade me,” he offers, tilting his head back a little bit. “Convince me.”
"I can feed you if you’d like." Engineer says hastily, sliding his chair a little closer. He reaches out his organic hand and spreads it across the man’s expanding belly and chances rubbing the swollen flesh while he talks. "Feed you bite by bite, all you gotta do is lean back and let me take care of you. Really relax like you haven’t been able to since this war started. I’ll get you through that pie, don’t you worry."
Sniper’s breath instantly kicks up a notch and his groin flutters and tenses up as the blood in his body makes a sharp hike downwards. “Christ,” he mutters, his voice pitching even lower and rougher than usual. One corner of his mouth quirks up and he closes his hand over the back of Engie’s, encouraging him to keep touching. “Beginning to think you didn’t invite me here just to feed me.”
"I don’t want to lie to you friend," Engie says with a grin. He let’s Sniper guide his hand, showing him how and wear to rub so it’ll feel best for him. The other man is looking a little redder than before and he’s breathing a little faster. And it’ll be even better when he’s as full as he can possibly get, so full he can barely move. "Feedin’ you up might not have been all I had in mind for tonight. But dinner ain’t done yet. You cleared your plate, so now it’s time for dessert."
Sniper opens his mouth obediently for the presented pie. Engineer keeps the beer coming so he doesn’t suffocate under the sticky filling. The apples are just crisp enough to provide texture and the crust is buttery and flaky. He might not understand why Engineer likes this, but he’s not going to complain.
Engie doesn’t seem to want to feed him only one slice, though. By the last bite going down, Sniper’s starting to feel a little full to the gills, heavy and tight and a little itchy. He tugs his shirt over his head by the back and tosses it on the floor. His skin is a little shiny with sweat, both from the heat of the boiler and the excited pleasure filling every gap in his body that isn’t full of food.
He’s way beyond full by the first few bites of the second slice, trembling with cramps and moaning with mingled desire and pain. He pulls more desperately at Engineer’s hand to keep him rubbing between bites. His cock filled up as engorged as his stomach, fat and a little cranky stuffed down in his jeans.
“Was this your plan the whole time?” Sniper pants halfway through the slice of pie. “Gonna fill me up so much that I can’t walk enough to escape if I didn’t want you?” he groans around another bite of pie offered to him.
Engie pulls back a little, but never ceases rubbing Sniper’s belly to help hold the cramps at bay.
"I would never take advantage of you." Engineer says, exaggerating his offense with a gasp and a hand to the chest. "I ain’t that kind of man. You’re too skinny, I just wanted to feed you up a little. I can’t help it if well and truly sated is a good look on you, now can I?"
The moan that leaves Sniper when Engie’s hand ventures a little lower and closes around the little layer of fat at the bottom of his belly is immoral. The layer of fat which is probably going to be bigger after this meal, now that he thinks about it. He tilts his head back over the chair and tilts his hips up just a little higher to both ease the pressure in his stomach, and further present his aching package.
He grabs Engie by the back of the neck so abruptly that the startled Texan drops the fork. Sniper crushes their mouths together, licking past his lips when they part with a gasp and tasting the savory meal still fresh on his palate. He can’t eat another bite, his belly stuffed full from his hips to his ribs, jutting like a balloon was inflated under his skin.
“What plans did you have for me, then?” Sniper asks after he’s broken the kiss, still holding the Engineer by the scruff of his neck to keep him from pulling away. He’s half-hovering off his chair, both of his hands on Sniper’s stomach to keep him from falling right over. The Gunslinger’s fingers are so much more slender and cold than the fingers of his human hand, but both are providing an uncomfortable amount of pressure. “Once you had me full up to the ceiling, what were you going to do with me? You’re the sort of man who plans things out, ain’t ya? What were you gonna do with me?”
"I was gonna take you over to that bed over there," the engineer answers. His voice is low and husky and his accent is growing thicker the more aroused he becomes. "I was gonna offer to take you to the bed over there. Then I was gonna undress ya, and touch every inch of you that I could. And that’s an awful lot darlin’ consider how many new inches of you there are.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Sniper pants under his breath. “Do it, Christ, take me.”
The trip to the bed is quite an adventure, with Sniper’s new center of gravity, but the mattress is cool and soft under his weight and creaks when Engie climbs on top of him. He throws his arms around Engineer’s neck and pulls him in for another kiss, but the weight of Engie on top of his stomach makes him shout into his mouth.
The Engineer pushes up quickly in alarm, but Sniper grabs him by the straps of his overalls. “No, don’t- crikey, don’t pull away. That was good, the pressure – do it again.”
The engineer grins and leans down again. He bends his elbows a little to let more of his weight settle on his lover’s stomach, the whole of his naturally wide stomach and waist pressing against the warm bulge in the sniper’s midsection.
Sniper groans loudly against his mouth as Engineer kisses him, one arm holding him up while the other settles on the side of his stomach, rubbing at the flesh he can reach while he licks away the last of the sugary syrupy taste from the Australian’s mouth.
The Sniper feels overwhelmed by Engineer’s body despite the hilariously out of proportion height difference between them. He spreads his legs wide and in his pleasure his boots lift right off the covers. His thighs tighten around Engie’s hips and he throws his head back when the shorter man grinds down against him.
“Were you thinkin’ you were gonna take me all the way?” Sniper pants, arching his back to crush against Engineer’s soft body even more. “Because if you were I think you should do it as quick as possible.”
"Gonna have to let me go then," the engineer laughs, pulling away, careful to keep his hand rubbing against the sniper’s stomach so he isn’t left with nothing. "We both need to get undressed and I can’t do that with your legs wrapped so tight around me."
Sniper grunts and untangles his ropey limbs from around the shorter man. He hurriedly kicks off his boots while Engineer trundles across the room and fishes through a tool box.
“You ain’t thinking you’re gonna lube me up with motor oil or somethin’ are you mate?” Sniper pitches himself up on his elbows to watch the Engineer rifle though his box. “Because I think I’d prefer spit if that’s the case.”
He’s very pleased to find that Engie has no such plans, and makes a note to ask later why the Engineer carries lube in his tool box. Sniper swings his legs over the edge of the bed and sits up with a little difficulty, puffing short breaths into crushed lungs. He beckons Engie over to him and pulls him close by his overall straps to kiss his neck.
Engie’s belt opens with a loud clunk as his heavy tools take it to the floor in nanoseconds. Sniper hooks his fingers into the clasps on his straps and flicks them open so he can pull it down. “I’ve been wanting to get my hands on you for months,” he growls into Engie’s ear, kissing his stubbly scalp and dropping his overalls down to his ankles. Without hesitating, he sinks his fingers into Engineer’s soft belly, pushing up under his uniform shirt to feel hot, fuzzy skin and pillowy fat. He growls low and hooks his ankles around the back of Engineer’s knees to draw him in tighter and push their bellies together, Engie’s soft, Sniper’s hard.
"Shoulda said somethin’." Dell huffs. He flicks open the bottle of lube and squeezes some into his human hand. He spreads it over his fingers before wedging it between their stomachs so he can prepare the sniper.
Sniper isn’t willing to give him much room to work with, too intoxicated by the feeling of their bodies pressed together. The short bed puts Sniper at the perfect height to be fucked, but he’s so anxiously grinding against Engineer that the poor man can hardly get a grip on him.
Impatient and a little frisky, Engineer grabs Sniper with the Gunslinger and the next thing the overwrought gunman knows, he’s flipped onto his belly on the edge of the bed. He gives a howl when pressure spikes up through his overstuffed stomach, but Engie’s fingers finally sliding all the way inside him gives him a counterpoint of bliss to rachet against the cramps.
He lays his cheek on the blanket and clings for dear life so he won’t slide off the bed backwards in pursuit of the Engineer’s short but thick fingers.
Engineer doesn’t waste time working Sniper open. He finger fucks him as deep as he can while stretching him wide enough to take a third finger. Sniper whines with every withdrawal of his fingers and bucks back a little, chasing them.
Soon Engie’s three fingers have the job done and he pulls them out, leaving Sniper wet and open and whining desperately to be filled. Always a gentleman Engineer hurriedly slicks himself up and grabs hold of the other man’s waist, pads of his fingers digging into the taut flesh of his belly as he presses slowly forward.
Sniper can’t make a sound. His mouth is open, drooling on the sheets, eyes blown wide and a little bit crossed, he can’t even draw a breath as Engineer fills him inch by inch. Shaking, he pushes up onto his elbows and hangs his head to take some of the intense pressure off his middle. His belly hangs down, round and heavy, and brushes the blankets under him.
“Oh, Christ,” Sniper pants, his stomach pressing a little tighter against the sheets with every inhale. His belly is shooting cramps through the rest of his body, tight and hot, and Engie’s cock is filling him even fuller. He drops his forehead to the blanket and rocks back on unsteady legs. “Come on, fuck me, fuck me,” he groans when Engineer digs his fingers even deeper into the sides of his aching belly.
Behind him the engineer chuckles and starts thrusting into him, his movements slow and shallow, meant as much to tease as to help the Sniper adjust to the feeling.
"You feelin’ good darlin’? Tell me how you feel don’t be shy," he encourages. "Tell me how you feel filled up to the brim with good food and my cock. Bet it feels nice huh?"
If Sniper were honest, he’d say that he actually feels a little queasy. His gut is twisted up in knots, the swaying isn’t doing him any good. His head feels light and his body feels heavy, his legs are shaking and his stomach constantly pressing into the blankets makes a hot feeling well up in his throat.
But apart from that he feels so good he could cry. In fact he probably is crying a little bit. He rocks his hips, his stomach doing flips, and stuffs himself on Engie’s cock with every backstroke. He has to swallow down the itchy, shaky feeling of nausea. His mouth is filled suddenly with the biting, sour taste of just enough vomit to burn his throat and tongue, but he swallows it back down before his gag reflex can open the floodgates. Engineer prepared this meal for him, it would be awful rude to throw it up all over his bed.
When the wave has passed, Sniper pushes up on his hands to hopefully dull some of the queasy ache and lets Engie have carte blanche on the pace so he can rest the nausea pooling hotly in his gut.
“Good,” he finally responds when he’s taken a few settling breaths, and groans when Engineer’s hand wraps around him to rub circles into his heavy belly. “It’s good, fuck, so good. Never been this full before, never been fucked like this before.”
"You feel wonderful." Engineer assures him, picking up the pace a little. He doesn’t want to be too rough with Sniper yet. He wants him to get a little more settled before he really pounds him into the mattress. He’s considerate like that. "And you look beautiful." he adds, rubbing the man’s belly for emphasis. "It’s too bad I can’t see too much of you from this angle."
“You’re the one what flipped me over, hardhat,” Sniper groans, rocking his body into the stimulation on his stomach, gritting his teeth when another cramp and dizzying wave of nausea spreads through him.
“You were being difficult to work with,” Engie scolds politely while striking a contrast with short, hard thrusts.
“We gonna argue about it or are you gonna flip me over and fuck me right?” Sniper barks.
He barely has time to finish his sentence before he’s thrown over onto his back. Instantly, with the weight taken off his arms and legs, his nausea subsides and he lets out a happy moan. And then when Engineer hikes a knee up onto the mattress for leverage and fucks right back into him, he can really lay back and enjoy it. The cramps feel like a distant memory as he gets nailed into the bed, pressure blooming from his backside and tingling over the tense skin of his belly.
Sniper is moaning and squirming, pressing back against Engineer’s thrusts to drive him deeper into his body. Engineer takes that as a sign that he can stop holding back.
He takes hold of the Sniper’s belly, hands spread out over the tight swollen flesh to hold him down and hold him still. Braced as he is, with his knee on the mattress and arms supported by his lover the Engineer let’s go of almost all restraint. His hips snap forward hard and fast, driving into the Sniper with almost all his strength.
Sniper’s shouts are loud and unrestrained, echoing off the concrete walls. Now he understands why Engie took him way down here away from everyone else. How Engineer knew he was a screamer, he has no clue.
He grabs hold of the Engineer’s wrists and bounces back on his cock, pleasure shooting up through his body in waves. His toes curl and his mouth hangs open. His whole body feels too big but too tight, his belly aching and cramping and heaving. He’s suddenly acutely aware of how close he is, his whole body drawing up tight for his impending release.
Engineer is close. Usually he can hold out longer than this but he hasn’t been with anyone in a while and Sniper looks too damn good. He was handsome before but now, full and round and flushed with pleasure, he’s absolutely beautiful. It’s the most arousing thing Dell can imagine.
There are tears on Sniper’s cheeks and with how loudly he’s shouting it’s impossible to miss how close he is to climax. Dell speeds up a little more, determined to drive the other man over the edge first. He wants to see him come. He wants to watch his face and see him splatter the taut skin of his belly with his release. He needs to see it, then he can give himself over to his own bliss.
Sniper, as it turns out, doesn’t need much coaxing. He releases Dell’s wrists only to reach over his own head to brace his hands against the wall on the other side of the cot and push his body to meet every forward thrust. The gesture only further elongates his body and makes his belly look even rounder and more out of place on his otherwise trim physique.
He only needs a few more scattered thrusts before he goes screaming over the edge, his entire pelvic floor fluttering in muscle contractions that leave him weak and pliant on the mattress.
If the sight of Sniper’s orgasm hadn’t been enough to send Engineer over the edge the way he tightens and spasms around his cock certainly does the job. Seconds after Sniper Engineer is coming, hips stuttering forward through waves of pleasure while Sniper’s aftershocks milk him for every last drop.
As the waves ebb Engineer sags forward, coming to his senses just in time to redirect his descent so he doesn’t fall directly on top of Sniper and his belly, but rather ends up a bit off to his side.
Sniper’s legs hang over the edge of the bed, his feet resting flat on the floor while Engineer’s don’t even come close. He drapes one arm lazily over Engineer’s shoulders, his other coming to rest on his aching stomach.
He can’t speak for a while. He’s completely robbed of the English language. He lies with his mouth open, eyes half-closed, sleepy and lazy in his bliss and eternally thankful that he didn’t throw up.
When he finally does speak, it’s nothing but a feeble request to stay the night, and he rolls over onto his side to face Engie. His belly is heavy on the covers, and the more time he spends lying down the more tired he gets. He doesn’t even situate himself long-ways on the bed, he just lets his legs hang off the edge of the cot while Engineer pulls a sheet backwards over him for modesty’s sake.
Sniper drifts off to sleep almost immediately. Engineer holds on to consciousness a little longer, watching the man sleep with a smile while he rubs the man’s belly in slow soothing circles.
At last sleep becomes too hard to deny and he starts to fall under its spell. The last thing he thinks before he falls asleep is that he needs to find a way to apologize for coming inside the other man without asking first.
Maybe he’ll send something over to his camper for dinner one night. He’s sure he’ll appreciate it.