WARNINGS/TAGS: Sentinel/Guide, Supernatural Elements, Rimming, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Frottage

Written for the Rare Pair Bingo-Word: Pre-canon

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This takes place during the time Sebastian and John are in Afghanistan

Sebastian's POV
As a sniper, one of the things he has to be able to do is stay perfectly still for long periods of time while he waits for his target. Of course, sometimes that is hard to do when his partner decides to be a pain in his ass. They were currently on assignment. It was John's job to help the civilians while it was his job to take care of any hostiles that might show up.

So far it had been boring.

His partner had been taking care of the various injured or ill civilians while he had just been waiting for something to do. At first the civilians had been leery of getting anywhere near the doctor-soldier, but he is certain the smaller blonde had used his empathy to calm them down.

He probably should not have mentioned his boredom to the atypical Guide.

A few more hours pass much the same as the first ones before he feels the faintest of touches running up his back. Despite the fact the touch is purely in his mind, he can feel the familiar graze of the smaller blonde's hands as if they are massaging his muscles.

You're a tease! He exclaims as the feeling seems to move lower, going over his arse, teasing at his hole for a moment, before continuing further down his legs.

You are the one complaining about being bored. Now be a good sniper and maintain your focus. The smaller man orders as he continues his teasing.

Damn it John! He snarls across the link.

He gets warmth right before the phantom touch becomes firmer, going back up his legs to his arse before circling and rubbing at his hole.

Groaning, he fights to hold still as he continues to stare out the scope of his gun. He can see John working on an old man, setting his leg from a nasty break from what he can tell, and yet somehow the atypical was teasing him without mercy.

A gasp escapes his lips as the younger man's focus changes. One phantom hand is still working his hole, teasing and rubbing it, but the other follows downwards. Taking the time to cup his balls and lightly squeeze them before continuing further on to his thick cock. It is surreal, the feeling of one hand at his front and the other stroking him when he knows there is no one physically touching him.

The teasing continues through most of the day and into the night as he continues to keep still so not to be easily detected. It pauses for a short while when his partner is inside one of the homes, assisting with a guide who is in a swoon. As soon younger man is out he starts back up with the teasing.

Only he adds a twist to it. Not only does he use his gifts to make him feel like there are hands touching him, he also gets the impression of lips touching him as well. They start on the small of his spine, scattering little kisses and light nips along the slope between back and ass. Tracing the path that leads to his fluttery hole before he gets the impression of a tongue working him over, rimming him. It is a fight to keep his eyes open as the younger man continues to tease him. The phantom tongue continues to rim him while it feels like a phantom finger slips in him to rub at his prostate.

John! He mentally gasps, coming close to spilling in his pants

You're not focusing very well sniper, the other blonde replies with a chuckle. Did you notice the three cars pulling up with enemy troops and a problem?

I did. I am waiting for the commanding officer to get out so I can pop him in between the eyes. He replies with a mental smirk.

That's good. Once you have dealt with them, since I am nearly done, I will rejoin you. The doctor remarks breezily as he works on a young Sentinel who is currently zoned.

The feeling of hands and mouth on him does not go away, though it does get less distracting. A few minutes later, the men in the vehicles start climbing out and he waits until all of them are out before he starts picking them off one at a time. He feels John forcing one of the Sentinels to call in and report a false location so the villagers would not come under attack for this. Not long after that, the insurgents are loaded into the cars by those who want them gone while he continues to watch through his scope in order to protect his partner. Once all the insurgents are in their cars and gone, his partner leaves the village, leaving several useful things for the civilians to use.

As he keeps an eye through his scope for any more problems, the feeling of being teased returns twice as strong as it previously had been.

Damn you John, he growls as the passion races through him, bringing him back to the edge far faster than he appreciates.