backseating (2025)

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Team November found themselves somewhere deep in the Rocky Mountains, having been chased off into god-knows-where after narrowly avoiding one of the Scorpitrons that had been patrolling the area. The dimming skies had forced the team to set up camp for the night, with the Kodiak parked strategically to shield their makeshift camp from the howling Colorado winds.

The squad’s leader and their resident sniper found themselves holed up inside the Kodiak, doing maintenance for their weapons and for their vehicle, respectively. The rest of the team were outside patrolling the area for any mutated wildlife, or busy with getting a fire going for the rest of the night.

A dull thud echoes through the interior of the vehicle, followed by a groan as the sniper sits up on his haunches, his head hitting one of the seats as he straightens his back. He had just finished doing some minor repairs for their trusty APC, after an earlier ambush with the Hard Heads had knocked something inside askew and made driving the ol’ hunk of metal more dangerous than hiking all the way back to HQ on foot. 

Unfortunately for them, their little camping spot had also been one of the few radio dead zones, making an emergency tow request impossible until the gang could move somewhere less remote. 

The sniper normally wouldn’t have minded as much, having been used to lonely two-man ranger patrols back when he and Viktor were stationed in the deserts of California, but their younger squadmates had complained – loudly, in fact, – about missing the creature comforts that they had back in Peterson. He supposes he couldn’t blame them, though. Adjusting to the Colorado weather was a bitch and a half, the neverending cold being a whole different beast than the heat down south.

“...That should fix it,” Eil says, nursing his head with one hand, while patting the interior’s padded walls with the other. “Could you check if everything is alright on your end, Morningstar?”

“Hmm, let me see…” a deep, robotic voice rumbles throughout the interior as the vehicle’s resident AI module runs a quick set of diagnostics, double checking if anything else needed a fix or two. After a couple of beeps and boops, Morningstar replies, “Looks like we’re all set, Eil. Superb work.” 

A cheesy americana tune fills the interior as Morningstar hums in approval, with the ranger giving him a thumbs up before packing up the tools that had been left scattered around his feet. “Feel free to go back to sleep mode if you want, I’ll just be packing up before I join the others outside.”

“Alright. Just give me a shout if any of you boys need my assistance.” Morningstar says with a tone that would befit a wink and a gleaming smile, before buzzing off.  With a soft whirr, the interior quiets down, leaving the two alone with only the soft hum of the electronics and the dull rumble of the engine in the background to accompany them.

“...You really want to head outside in this weather?” Viktor asks, breaking the silence before setting down his second-in-command’s rifle gently onto the free seat right next to him, having just finished cleaning the barrel, among other things. “It might be cold, but it’s definitely a lot warmer here, at the very least.”

“If I stay inside then the others would eventually want to as well,” Eil muses, picking up the rifle to inspect the other man’s handiwork. The firearm was as spotless as it could be, meticulously cleaned despite their lack of proper supplies. He makes a mental note to thank him later. “Last thing I’d want is to have all six of us all crammed up against each other at the back.”

“Wouldn’t mind that,” Viktor says with a chuckle, waggling his eyebrows. “The more the merrier, after all.” 

“Of course you would.” Eil snorts, before rolling his eyes at the other man’s joke, though it wasn’t exactly unwelcome. Expected of him, even. “Besides, it looks like the two managed to get the fire going.” He looks off into the small window on the interior, eyeing the soft glow of the campfire cutting through the darkness. 

Viktor shrugs. “Looks like we’ve solved our little overcrowding problem, then.” He lets his blue eyes drift down to the sniper, staring a second too long for comfort. “If they’re all out there, then we could, y’know, stay here.” He lets his eyes drift town, their eyes making direct contact with each other as Eil turns around to scrutinize his face. Viktor scoffs.

“What?”

Of all the years that Eil had spent being subjected to the other ranger’s ever-constant presence, there was one thing that he was certain of: this was a piss-poor attempt at flirting, and the only thing left was to determine if he was joking or not.

“...What do you want?” Eil asks, resting his cheek on his palm as he props his elbow up against a nearby seat.

“Nothing.” He could see the beginning of a smile forming on his face. “Was just asking if you wanted to stay inside, is all. Were you expecting something else, huh?”

Eil huffs. “Piss off.”

“You’re the one who thought about it.”

Eil gives him a deadpan glare, not even bothering to entertain the other ranger’s little attempt at bantering.

“Fine, fine, you got me.” Viktor raises his hands in a faux display of guilt, alongside a laugh that echoes through the empty interior of the Kodiak. “Been a while since we’ve had some privacy to ourselves.”

The brunette takes the opportunity to join the sniper on the floor, scooting up right next to him as he lays his head on his shoulder, invading as much of his personal space in one fell swoop. 

“What if we get ambushed?” Eil asks, mildly annoyed, but he makes no effort to push the other ranger off.

“Eh, they’ll live.”

“Viktor.” 

“But I’ve been sooo lonely, y’know?” He whines, voice deliberately raised as high as his voice could in a mock attempt at mimicking a bad radio romance drama. He snickers afterwards, before hooking an arm around Eil’s waist. “Don’t act like you haven’t been, too. Not like we’re going to take that long, anyway.”

Eil groans. God knows they’ll just keep at it until one of them folds – and historically, Viktor had been blessed with the patience of a saint, much to his annoyance. Better to cut his losses before they waste any more time on this. 

“You know what, fine. Just – just make it quick, will you?”

Viktor snorts. “You act like we haven’t done this before,” he says, before pushing the other ranger down on the worn-out rubber flooring. The sniper lets him, watching the other man closely as he lets him reposition his legs, hands fiddling with the other man’s pants. 

“Not going to take them off?” Eil asks, lifting his lips to let the brunette do his thing, who pulls his pants down just enough to expose his underwear.

“Can’t be fucked,” Viktor gestures to the armor strapped to his thighs and legs, all of which had to be taken off before he could even think about taking them off for easier access. He instead shimmies as much of the fabric down as he could to expose his own underwear, cock visibly half-hard within its confines. “Too cold, anyway.”

Eil rolls his eyes, but he lets him anyway. He props himself up on his elbows as Viktor positions himself, slotting himself between his thighs, golden eyes watching the way the brunette bites his lip as he grinds their cocks together.

He feels his own breath hitch, the tinge of pleasure from the initial contact spreading through his stil-soft cock. The two quickly settle into a quick but familiar rhythm, hips bucking in an almost-practiced tandem after years and years of being stuck together, all alone together in the arid deserts of Cali.

Viktor brings a gloved hand down to press both of their cocks together, stroking them both through rapidly dampening fabric. It’s not too long until both of them are fully erect and groaning into each other’s ear, with Eil wrapping his arms around the brunette’s neck to keep his warmth as close to him as possible.

He feels Viktor press his lips against the base of his ear, kissing the flushed flesh softly, leaving a trail of them along his jaw, before leaving a quick peck on his lips. Eil quickly glances up to see the brunette grinning lazily at him as he pulls his head away. Viktor barely has the time to mouth a “ what? ” before Eil shifts the arms on his neck, using them to pull the brunette’s head closer to his’ once more, capturing his lips in another, but deeper kiss.

The brunette welcomes the kiss with a soft laugh and a particularly rough buck of his hips, drawing a deep groan from the sniper’s throat. “Needy, are you?” He breathes out, only to receive a swift kick to his side as Eil hooks one leg up his side to angle himself better. “ –  Ow.”

“Fuck off,” Eil groans into his mouth, before squeezing his eyes shut to focus on the friction between the two, panting softly as the other ranger takes the opportunity to slip his tongue in his mouth, his free hand reaching up to pull firmly but gently at the sniper’s grey locs.

At some point the two of them had managed to pull just enough of the fabric down to expose a portion of their cocks, flushed skin pressing directly against flushed skin. The feeling of the brunette’s leather glove stroking their heads together was too good, prompting both of them to grind against each other in an attempt to fuck the brunette’s loose grip on both of them.

The two quickly lose themselves to the sensation, quickly losing track of time (it’d be quick, he said,) rutting against each other after having held back from touching each other for a considerable amount of time since they had first stepped foot into Colorado.

Unfortunately for them, the familiar buzz of the vehicle’s sound system coming to life immediately halts whatever concentration they had going, with the distinct sound of Morningstar’s midwestern twang proceeding to kill the vibe entirely. 

“With all due respect, I must ask that you two stop this degenerate commie behavior.” 

God, they forgot about him .

An annoyed “God, fuck –!” rips out of Viktor’s throat, head still hanging low as his body tenses up. One of his hands slam on the floor, bracing himself as he keeps his body from fully collapsing onto the other ranger, arms straining and body shuddering in a telltale sign of an orgasm – albeit a ruined one, at that. Eil could feel the warm liquid spill onto both of them, whatever momentum it once had brought down to a pathetic sputter with their sudden interruption. He’s pretty sure that it spilled onto their pants as well, but fuck, that was the least of their problems right now.

It takes a moment or two before Viktor pulls his head up, gritting his teeth with a clear look of frustration plastered on his face. His unfortunate situation would have almost been funny to Eil were it not for the fact that the unwanted input from their AI companion ruined not only Viktor’s own arousal, but his own as well. Not to mention, his own orgasm never got the chance to come to fruition, leaving his dick still weeping and still very much wanting.

Biting his lip, Viktor uncomfortably shifts his weight, relieving the pressure that he’d been applying on their groins as he turns around to look at the vehicle’s console, voice raised loud enough for the others to hear were it not for the wind and the crackling of the fire. “Hey, Morningstar – you’ve been really helpful and all, but can you, like, shut the fuck up?”

“I – I’m sorry, Viktor, but I cannot tolerate such appalling behavior that would betray our late President’s steadfast beliefs.” 

Eil hisses at the sudden loss of pressure and friction, letting his head fall back onto the floor as he looks at the ceiling above him. Viktor and Morningstar were still arguing, something about “ blue balls ” or “ risky sexual acts ” or something of the sort, but whatever actual argument the two had flew over the sniper’s head now that the daze of being impulsively horny began ebbing away and the embarrassment over the fact that the two were rutting like a pair of desperate teenage recruits (at their age, mind you,) started to fill the void that it had left behind in its wake.

He has half the mind to just stroke himself to completion at this rate – which he does – but the moment his free hand comes into contact with his crotch the appeal of it all drains away once as his body becomes too acutely aware of how uncomfortably damp his crotch had become. Pulling his hand away, he lets out a heavy sigh, which draws the brunette’s attention away from whatever ongoing argument he had with the vehicle and back to the sniper beneath him instead.

“ – Sorry, I, fuck, you alright, Eil?” Viktor asks, letting off one last irritated expletive at the AI before bringing a hand down to the sniper’s face. He lets his fingers trail up Eil’s still-flushed cheeks, taking the opportunity to swipe a few locs away from his sweat-drenched forehead. “Y’still want me to finish you off?”

He sounds apologetic, which was rare, which Eil would have noticed (and appreciated) were it not for the fact that his mind was too preoccupied over how sticky everything felt. The way Viktor’s hand felt on his skin was nice, though, all nice and gentle despite the fact that he just sounded like he was five seconds away from ripping Morningstar’s module out with his bare hands. But, god , all Eil could really think of was how nice a shower and a change of clothes would be right now.

“...I,” Eil replies, averting his eyes away from the brunette, unsure with how to proceed. His tongue felt like lead in his mouth, uncooperative as his brain busied itself with the thought of how uncomfortable his rapidly-softening cock was in its precum-soaked prison.  “...I, maybe – shit, no, not really. Sorry.” 

He could see Viktor give him a weary smile, muttering a “S’fine,” before pushing himself off the floor to sit up. He stretches a hand out to help the sniper up as well, an awkward silence filling the interior of the Kodiak for a moment or two as the pair fix themselves up, eyes avoiding each other’s gaze. 

The static of the Kodiak’s speakers come to life, breaking the silence between the two. “...I was only -– “

Viktor opens his mouth to retort, only to be cut off by the sniper almost immediately.

“...Listen, one more word out of your speakers and we’re locking you back up underground to rot,” Eil says, pressing a few fingers against his temples as he tries to massage an impending headache away. “With a signal jammer, too.”

He could hear Viktor snort as Morningstar replies with a dejected “...Fine,” with the Kodiak’s speakers dying down to a silent buzz shortly after, as if whatever response the AI had to the sniper had died in its metaphorical throat. Both of them let out a sigh of relief at the newfound silence.

Eil slumps down one of the Kodiak’s seats, idly watching the other ranger rake his hand through his damp hair, bangs slick from sweat. The cold was starting to settle back in the vehicle, replacing whatever heat the two had generated from their little frotting session, the dampness being slowly replaced with the chill of the neverending winter.

“We…we probably should get out there, huh?” Viktor says, turning to look at the sniper. “That campfire sounds really nice right now.”

Eil could only nod in response, too disappointed to do anything else but to huddle around the fire and to sleep the frustration away. The sooner the dawn comes, the sooner he’ll get his stupid shower, and the sooner the two could go back to finish what they had started in some shitty but secluded room somewhere within the airbase’s halls.

The two eventually stumble out of the Kodiak in tandem, with Viktor’s arm swung around the sniper’s shoulders, making their way to the makeshift camp. Eil pushes his arm off when they finally group up with the rest of the team, ignoring the knowing grin that Kwon gives the two. Viktor doesn’t seem too fazed by it, as usual, but Eil could feel his own ears heat up in apparent embarrassment. He hopes they didn’t hear anything over the radio.

God, he’s going to have to figure out how to mute the damn AI in the future, he thinks.