#slashed tires

Jaques avoids looking at himself when in the bathroom. It’s not due to self-image issues, he simply doesn’t look. It’s easy enough to do, with the only real mirrors being in the communal shower, over the sinks, and in each bedroom. Jaques removed his mirror within the first day of being here, so all he has to worry about is the showers and the sinks.

“Aw, yeah! Look a’ tha’!” Scout crows from in front of the mirror, flexing non-existent muscles with a grin. Medic snorts while Heavy raises an eyebrow, the pair watching their youngest partner go through all the motions. Sniper peeks over his shoulder before returning to silently working up the nerve to shower. Soldier and Demo are too busy bickering to tease the brat, and Engineer is acting as a guard for Pyro to actually shower.

“Look at what,” Jaques deadpans, mask firmly in place. The runner sputters and scowls at him, even being childish enough to stick out his tongue while flipping him off.

“Ach, hase, zhat’s enough,” Medic steps in, gently pushing the hand down, “It is good zhat you are gaining muscle. It is just not visible to zhose vho do no see you as often as Heavy and myself, ja?”

“Alrigh’,” Scout huffs with a pout, letting his older lover lead him out of the room while Heavy trails behind them. Once the triad has left, Pyro finally leaves the shower, holding their old suit. They wave to everyone in the room, specifically pausing to make sure they give each person a proper wave, before skipping out of the room.

“Ah still don’ know wha’ goes through tha’ lass’s ‘ead,” Demo huffs, “The lad’s got a personality ‘f a dug off th’ field, an’ a fiend on it.”

“They told me that they aren’t gender neutral,” Soldier declares, “THEY ARE GENDER EVIL!” Jaques snorts as Engineer chortles. Sniper turns his head again, arching an eyebrow as Demo howls with laughter.

“Well, tha’ll do it!” Demo cheers once he’s done laughing, wiping away a stray tear while patting Soldier’s shoulder, “C’mon, lad. Let’s go see what we can blow up.”

“Don’t go too crazy now, pardner,” Engineer calls after them as the pair wobble out due to leaning so heavily on each other.

“Y’d think they’d realize they like each other,” Sniper snorts, finally stepping into the shower and flinches as the water hits his head.

“Well, they might jus’ wanna be friends over anythin’ else,” Engineer offers, finally taking off his own clothes to shower. Jaques huffs and finally removes his mask, among the pair that won’t care what he looks like. Hell, when they confronted him about similarities between Scout and himself, he saw no reason to lie. Sniper, as Scout’s “best friend”, had offered a way to breach the gap that Jaques’ fleeing had created while Engineer, as Scout’s “father figure”, offered to be there as back up. Luckily, neither was necessary, as Scout had apparently figured it out on his own and just wanted Jaques to confess to being his father.

“Heya, Spook,” Sniper calls, rubbing water all over his skin aggressively, “Y’ got somethin’ I can use t’ get rid of this.”

“Get rid of what?” Jaques asks, pushing his hair off his face while turning. Sniper peeks over his shoulder and motions to a particularly stubborn bit of caked on mud. Likely from the final push today, when an enemy Soldier tried to hit Sniper with an airborne Market Gardener. Spy had seen Sniper fling himself out of the way, only to slam hard into the mud while managing a headshot to said Soldier. An impressive kill.

“Un instant, mon ami (One moment, my friend),” Jaques says, grabbing a small wooden scraper and an exfoliator washcloth before turning off his own shower. He heads over to Sniper’s stall, only to freeze. He forgot, the reason he goes to the stall he does, is that the small mirror under the showerhead had been removed. Now, he was confronted with his aging visage, the wrinkles by his eyes, the frown lines, the graying hair. The slow encroachment of time on him makes something clench uncomfortably in his stomach.

“Crikey,” Sniper chokes, snapping Jaques from his spiraling thoughts, “I knew y’d be handsome, but not this.”

“What are you—Jesus H. Christ,” Engineer cuts himself off, peering into Sniper’s stall to stare into the mirror at Jaques’ reflection. The Frenchman clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes, looking at the patch of stubborn mud and starting to scrape it off with the wooden scraper.

“Yes, yes, I know I’m getting old, there iz no need to mock me,” Jaques huffs, as he gently removes the mud, smirking in victory as it falls off in clumps instead of spreading along Sniper’s skin.

“Wait, what?” Engineer sputters, “Y’ think we’re mockin’ you?”

“Love,” Sniper sighs, “look down.” Jaques complies thoughtlessly, only to feel his face catch fire at the sight of Sniper’s erection. Sniper continues, “That wasn’t hard, ‘til I saw your face.”

“Handsome devil,” Engineer agrees when Jaques whips his head to look at the short man, his eyes drawn to the now twitching erection the Texan is sporting.

“Qu'est-ce que...? Comment? Pourquoi?! (What the…? How? Why?!)” Jaques sputters, his head whipping back and forth between the men. Jaques clears his throat, struggling to reclaim his calm mask, but his façade is destroyed when Sniper grabs him by his chin and forces him to look in the mirror.

“How ‘bout we start with this nose? Strong an’ straight,” Sniper growls, which does things Jaques didn’t realize he liked.

“Or how his jaw is sharper than expected?” Engineer pipes in, stepping into the stall.

“Distinguished bugger,” Sniper huffs, turning his head and hesitates before nipping at Jaques’ jaw. Jaques shivers, jumping when a pair of hands finds his waist.

“Oh, absolutely,” Engineer agrees, pressing a kiss to Jaques’ back, “Looks like he needs to find that out.” Jaques stills, wondering just what that means.

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Apparently, what that means is Sniper on his knees, sucking Jaques off, while Engineer pounds into Jaques ass, while making the French man stare into the mirror.

“Look at this handsome man, takin’ my cock like a good ‘un,” Engineer coos while pressing a kiss to Jaques back.

“Handsome bastard,” Sniper agrees when he pulls off briefly, jacking Jaques’ cock before deep throating it. Jaques whines, clenching his fist as he drops his head. Only to have one of Sniper’s stupidly long limbs force his head back up, making him look in the mirror.

“C’mon, Spy,” Engineer croons, “Tell the handsome devil how he looks.”

“Like an old man,” Jaques insists, choking when Engineer gives a particularly hard thrust and Sniper growls around his cock.

“Now, that’s not very nice,” Engineer rumbles, “Try again.”

“Un vieux raté stupide, (An old, stupid failure)” Jaques tries when he catches sight of his own eyes, the same eyes Scout has. That gets a swat on both his thigh and ass.

“Somethin’ nice, Spy,” Engineer sighs, sounding exasperated, “F’r someone so confident on th’ field, y’ sure ain’t nice t’ yourself.”

“Because there iz nothing nice to say,” Jaques snaps, only to yelp at the slightest scrape of teeth from Sniper on his cock.

“There’s plenty nice t’ say, Spook,” Sniper huffs with a click of his tongue, jacking Jaques’ cock again, “Like, ‘ow pretty y’ look with a blush.”

“How pretty y’ look fucked,” Engineer offers with a series of thrusts.

“The way that shadow looks on your jaw,” Sniper continues.

“Th’ fact you look like a goddamn model,” Engineer groans. Jaques shakes, feeling his orgasm build up with each thrust, each suck. It’s going to make him fall when it comes.

“The floor,” he gasps, “Put me on the floor.”

“Not until y’ say somethin’ nice,” Engineer scolds softly, pumping into him punishingly. Jaques struggles for a moment, his brain mush as they continue to torment him, until he remembers something he thought of yesterday.

“M-My arms,” he gasps, “I have nice arms.”

“Y’ do,” Engineer agrees, “Wha’ d’ y’ think is nice ‘bout ‘em?”

“Th-The muscles,” Jaques moans as Sniper deepthroats his cock, “They aren’t too bulky, but I know they work well. S'il te plaît, s'il te plaît, laisse-moi m'allonger par terre. Je vais jouir, c'est trop. (Please, please, let me lay on the floor. I'm about to cum, it's too much.)” Engineer chuckles, pressing another series of kisses along his back.

“Good boy,” Engineer rumbles. That is Jaques’ final straw, his eyes rolling back as he cums, hard. Faintly, he feels Sniper swallow his cum while Engineer groans and cums in him. Jaques’ legs try to give out, but both his lovers help him lower to the floor safely. They lay on the floor, panting and sharing a few slow kisses.

“Dammit, I’m gettin’ too old t’ lay on the ground,” Engineer finally groans, struggling to sit up before huffing and squinting at the ceiling when he gives up.

“It ain’t doin’ my back too good,” Sniper agrees, still sporting an erection.

“Neither of you should be complaining this much,” Jaques declares, “I had snuck into Medic’s office within our first week, as you know, so I know you are both young men. At least, younger than me.”

“Excuse you, I’m an angry old man,” Engineer jokes.

“Jus’ th’ angriest ol’ bastard,” Sniper snarks in agreement.

“Sniper, Mundy, you are literally 27,” Jaques points out.