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“Ay, Doc-”
“Befoah you say anyzing, no, you cannot have mine seat,” Medic snipped, cutting Scout off before any pleading left his mouth. It was a hot day and the doctor was currently curled up by the only spot in the common room that was beside an open window. It was a prime seat to weather the heat in, being constantly cooled by the breeze that wafted through the screen.
Scout’s impending nagging would no doubt be annoying but Medic couldn’t help but be a little grateful for a distraction from his mind numbing boredom. It was too hot to operate, or do much of anything for that matter. Arguing with the boy could be a suitable distraction from his heat induced frustration, or at the very least serve as a good indicator that he was letting the weather go to his head.
“I wasn’t even gonna say dat!” Scout barked petulantly in reply, crossing his arms over his chest tersely.
“Really? Und vat vere you going to say?” Medic hummed back sceptically. He was ready to watch the hare fumble for a lie but to his shock the runner supplied an answer with ease.
“Dat I’m surprised you ain’t outside right now,” Scout huffed haughtily, full of what Medic parsed to be misplaced confidence.
“Vhy ze hell vould I vant to be outside, it is sveltering,” Medic grumped, the heat that had seeped into his skin making him more eager to argue when he would usually just blow the hare’s needling off.
“Cuz Heavy an Solly are havin’ a push up contest in da front yard, shirtless,” Scout replied, nothing but smug.
“Oh,” Medic muttered dumbly in turn, his mind already providing plenty of imagery to accommodate that scenario. Watching his beloved bear workout under the blistering sun sounded like a much, much more titillating way to spend his off time than having a benign argument with Scout.
“Zat reminds me, I have… somezing I need to attend to,” Medic muttered half heartedly as he rose from his seat, trying in vain to not make his intentions as clear as the look on Scout’s face indicated that they were.
“Yeah, sure. Have fun, geezer,” Scout snickered, patting Medic on the shoulder patronizingly as the doctor swiftly made for the front porch door, too excited by what he’d been promised to be annoyed by the boy’s condescension.
He quickly shuffled outside, trying to tamp down his excitement so as not to act like a wild animal over a completely mundane activity like push ups.
Like Scout had said, in the middle of the sandy front yard Heavy and Soldier were doing push ups and as promised Heavy was lacking a shirt, his skin glistening with sweat. Soldier was still in full uniform, probably having chastised Heavy for his very mild surrender to the oppressive heat, marking an attempt to escape it as a sign of weakness. Medic certainly wasn’t going to complain though, a shot of heat jolting through him at the sight as he trotted up to them.
The two seemed to be deeply invested in their competition, not noticing the doctor’s approach until his shadow cast over them, and even then Soldier kept his head down, determined to win. Heavy, however, wasn’t so eager to ignore his lover for the sake of a silly game and he lifted his head to greet his beloved partner.
“Привет, дорогой,” Heavy hummed through pants, voice slightly hoarse from his exertion. “What is красивый Doktor doing out in heat?” Heavy asked with gentle curiosity, the pace of his push ups never faltering as he smiled up at his beloved. Medic bit his lip at the sight of beads of sweat rolling down the bear’s face, mustering up every bit of strength he had not to instantly drop to his knees and lick the perspiration off of him.
“Oh, you know,” Medic mumbled, his mind struggling to keep up, overwhelmed with heat as he watched Heavy’s impressive muscles flex with the effort it took to keep himself aloft. The bear chuckled, undeniably amused by his doctor’s distraction. He waited patiently for a more elaborate answer, but when it became clear that no such thing was coming, if Medic’s hot, flushed face and wandering eyes were any indication, he only chuckled again.
“Would Doktor like to sit?” Heavy asked with a soft snicker, watching as the gears in Medic’s head churned with the effort it took to think of anything but Heavy’s body.
“You mean…” He murmured in reply, gesturing vaguely towards Heavy’s back, a look of eager surprise on his face. Heavy only got about half way through a nod of confirmation when he felt Medic flop down atop him with a squeal of utter delight. His added weight certainly wouldn’t make winning the competition any easier, but his partner’s joy was worth more than any silly game to him.
“Oh, Heavy you aah so strong,” Medic cooed adoringly as he shifted to lay atop his lover, his chest pressed to the bear’s back. Heavy couldn’t help but preen at the attention, especially considering that the American across from him had been throwing every degrading insult he could think of in the giant’s face, hoping that would somehow bring him to victory.
Although that method seemed to have done very little for him as the patriot was now desperate to stay concentrated enough to win, head down and muscles quivering with exhaustion. Heavy opened his mouth to gloat at Soldier’s extinguished confidence while he easily added more difficulty for himself. But the only sound he managed to get out was a rather embarrassing moan when he felt Medic’s tongue trace between his shoulder blades and up the back of his neck.
He meant to chastise the doctor for his crudeness, but his mouth stayed clamped shut to contain a weak whine as Medic continued to lap up the sweat from his skin and his hands began to drift to the bear’s sore arms, squeezing and kneading the thick muscle beneath his palms.
“Doktor,” Heavy groaned, struggling to keep up his pace as Medic’s combined mouthiness and handsiness began to distract him, making his body go weak. Medic didn’t heed his warning in the slightest, though, as he pressed his face against Heavy’s back to nuzzle him affectionately, completely unperturbed by the sweat that had been so bothersome only fifteen minutes prior. The doctor wrapped his arms around his lover, reaching around Heavy’s front to fondle his pecs, worrying his fatty muscle, tacky with sweat, in his hands.
“Doktor,” the bear panted out again in a thin groan, “you are being naughty.” Despite his efforts, the giant wasn’t doing a spectacular job of persuading his doctor to keep his hands to himself, arching his back to press his chest further into Medic’s groping hands, desperate for his touch. The motion made him precariously off balance, threatening to topple over before he managed to catch himself; not yet willing to lose to Soldier, who looked to be only moments away from collapsing, despite his lover’s meddling.
“Oh, am I being bad?” Medic hummed coyly into Heavy’s ear, hot and breathy. “Maybe you should bend me ovah your knee und spank me,” the German growled temptingly as he continued to rove his hands over Heavy’s breast, pinching and squeezing just to tease.
Heavy seemed to seriously consider the possibility for a moment before shaking his head, trying to clear his mind of dirty thoughts for long enough to win the challenge. If for no other reason than to avoid giving Soldier the opportunity to endlessly rub it in his face that he’d so easily caved upon his doctor’s insistent begging.
He knew it would be a herculean task to try and convince Medic to lay off for a minute so he decided to distract him instead. Heavy suddenly picked up the pace of his push ups exponentially, moving quick enough that the doctor had to grab hold of him to keep from being bucked off.
Medic yelped with surprise before bursting out in manic giggles as he was bounced up and down by Heavy’s rapid movement. He coiled his arms around Heavy’s middle to avoid falling off, laughing animatedly the whole time, his heat addled brain amused by the feeling like one would a carnival ride.
The friction the action caused on Medic’s front wasn’t really aiding in his already shoddy attempt to behave, but it didn’t take long for Soldier to completely collapse, flopping down onto the sandy ground with a final exhausted groan before falling unconscious, making Heavy the victor.
“Take that leetle baby! Heavy is winner!” Heavy roared triumphantly before nearly collapsing in his own right. But before he could give out completely, a surge of adrenaline rushed through him when Medic nibbled on his ear, murmuring congratulations and praise for his astounding strength in a whisper. With an excited shudder still tingling down his spine, Heavy managed to clumsily roll Medic off of his back and onto the ground, a plume of sandy dust rising into the air as he did, before leaning over his lover to finally capture his lips in celebration of his achievement.
Medic hummed into the kiss with delighted satisfaction, roughly gripping fistfuls off Heavy’s sore muscles in his grasp, eager to pull him in closer. And Heavy was all too happy to comply, flopping flatly on top of the doctor after his tired arms finally gave out, knocking the wind out of Medic when he did. Heavy only chuckled tiredly as the German regained his breath, meeting his lips again once he was ready.
The Bear groaned contentedly into their passionate kiss, enjoying the way Medic’s hands massaged the tender tissue of his back, soothing the growing ache in his body, both in soreness and in yearning for his doctor’s attention. Medic on the other hand only seemed to get more riled up, moaning needily and rolling his hips up against his partner. Or at least he was trying to while still being pinned by his lover’s superior body weight.
“Oh Heavy, make love to me! take me right here!” Medic moaned excitedly into Heavy’s mouth, lost in the whirl of fantasies flooding his mind. The Russian smiled at his doctor’s eagerness, mouthing at his lover for a few moments longer before replying.
“Heavy thinks we should take Soldat inside first, he does not look well,” he murmured, casting a glance up at their friend. He’d still not woken and what of his face could be seen from beneath his helmet was bright red, beads of sweat rolling over his flushed skin.
“UGH!” Medic cried in frustration, pounding his fists and stomping his feet against the ground in a miniature temper tantrum before shooing Heavy off himself and rising to his feet; grumbling under his breath about ‘stupid stubborn Americans’ as he did. Heavy just chuckled lightly as he watched his doctor hull the sleeping patriot up off the ground and sling him over his shoulder before making for the base, but not without first taking Heavy’s hand in his own.
“Vhy vere ze two of you even competing in ze first place?” Medic asked in a faux grumble as he led his partner to the front porch door of their home.
“Leetle Krolik challenged us,” Heavy answered lightly as he let Medic drag him along, too worn out to do much else.
“Zat little bastard!” Medic cried after a moment of consideration spent holding the door open for his lover, “he did zat just to svindle me out of mine seat!”
Heavy couldn’t help but burst out laughing at his doctor’s anger, well aware of the fighting that happened over that specific chair in the common room on particularly hot days.
“Doktor is mad because Bunny played him like dollar store kazoo,” Heavy barely managed through bright boisterous laughter as they walked into the common room.
“Oh, shut up!” Medic barked petulantly as he laid Soldier out on the couch before dragging a fan to sit in front of him, blowing cold air on his heated face.
“Come now, Doktor, is funny,” Heavy chuckled, trying to reason with his lover who was pointedly ignoring him, walking off to the kitchen to fetch a cold compress and a glass of water for his ailing patient.
“Yeesh, big guy, how’d yah get in da dog house when yah still all hot ‘n sweaty? Doc should be droolin’ all ovah yah right now,” Scout snickered from where he was curled up in the coveted seat, a smug grin on his face.
“Heavy is in dog house because of you, leetle Krolik,” Heavy retorted with a flat look, to which Scout burst out laughing. His breathless laughter continued on as Medic wandered back into the room, stopping before Solly to lay a cold compress beneath his helmet on his forehead and leave a glass of ice water on the side table for him.
“How can Heavy ever make it up to you, Doktor?” Heavy hummed in over dramatic pleading, coiling his weak arms around Medic and pulling him into his chest. As he guessed the doctor had only been faking his annoyance, a grin worming its way onto his face at Heavy’s pleading for his forgiveness.
“Vell maybe you should take me to our bedroom und ve can find out from zere,” Medic giggled mischievously, biting his lip as he looked Heavy’s sweat soaked, half naked body up and down.
“Sounds like good plant to me, любимый ,” Heavy chuckled in return, taking Medic’s hand and leading him down the hall and to their shared bedroom, Scout yelling, “you guys are so freakin’ gross!” after them, to which they just giggled gleefully.