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Song recommendation:
End Of The World (Slowed & Reverb) - Forgottenage
Suffer With Me (Slowed) - Liue
POV Soap
Gladly it didn't take long for Price to get them the fuck out o' there and they were finally informed why the hell Graves betrayed them. Shepherd had even covered up for him, that shithole. In a week Price will have a serious talk with him and Soap couldn't wait for it. Until then their team had been given time to recover. Especially Rodolfo, who had to stay in the improvised hospital ward after being wounded during their last fight. He was alright though. Just a safety measure.
It was not like the recovery time they had was enough for the shot wounds many of them had. Still better than nothing though. They all had experience with being injured and they'd all continue their mission, because this time it was more than just that. More than a mere mission of intrusion, take out and leaving. This was about the American missile Hassan got from Graves. And who knows which country would become this manic terrorist's target. He could disguise it under a false flag attack. This could start a bloody world war if they weren't careful.
And Soap? Soap was glad he could be part of this - fighting for the right thing. For peace. No way his wounded arm would stop him. It was a clean one. Went right along his skin like a cut. No serious damage. It had been treated professionally by now and he took antibiotics as well as prescription pain killers. Not enough for his taste though. The injury still felt quite present during the day. However the dose was still high enough to make him light-headed and ask Ghost to drink with him to drown the rest of his pain. Surprisingly the big man had agreed. Only to keep an eye on his alcohol consumption of course. - Ghost's words. What should he say? His L.t. knew him well enough to know that he'd drink regardless of him coming over or leaving Soap alone. "Better to have control over your concerning tendency for self-afflicting harm.", he had said, referring to him smoking every now and then - and his preference for explosives (not that he ever got so crazy with it that it caused an accident). Soap didn't mind the reason as long as Ghost was with him.
The Scot didn't have to wait long after dinner until someone knocked on the door. That certain someone didn't wait for Soap to open and just barged in like that, almost kicking the door in his head.
POV Ghost
Soap: "Oi! Not so fast, big man."
Ghost: "Reeking of alcohol already?"
Soap: "Hud only a beer, pal."
Ghost: "So you did start without me."
Soap was almost jumping him, swinging his uninjured arm around his neck and pulling him down to the side to greet him. Just a friendly side-hug but even that was too close for Ghost.
Soap: "C'moan Ghost. Ye just got 'ere. Take this and put on a smile for me."
Instead Ghost scowled. Not that Soap could've seen him smile anyways. Half a beer was shoved into his hands. He could only assume that this was the alcohol Soap had picked up at the bar during their mission.
Ghost: "Ye just had half of it and you're drunk already?"
Soap: "Aye, Sir. 'N now ah will get ye steamin' as well."
The Scottish dialect was stronger now that Soap was intoxicated. Ghost fought with himself, enjoying the arm around his neck and the body next to him way too much. The way Johnny treated him felt friendly. It's been some time since anyone treated him like that. Especially since he chose to wear a mask and distance himself from his teammates. Not since Roach... He pushed the last memory to the side.
Johnny let go of him, pulling out another bottle and reading the etiquette. How many drinks did he steal exactly? And how could that Scot always be so careless? Had been mad for the rest of the day but now that they were alone he suddenly seemed chuffed like usual. Maybe just the alcohol. He hadn't meant to give in so easily to Soap's offer for a drink. Ghost knew he had to be the reasonable one of them. But Johnny just wouldn't stop nagging. And Ghost was easily swayed by the shorter man. One of the reason's why he couldn't refrain from letting his undisciplined behaviour go over and over again. So there he was, in his Sergeant's room, asking him for a proper drink.
Ghost: "No beer for me. What else you got?"
Soap: "Tequila. Picked it juist fur ye disgustin' ass."
Ghost: "Alright. Pour me one."
Soap: "Ugh... Actually enjoyin' tha' dog pish? Thought it wis only a joke."
Ghost: "Shut up, Johnny."
When he offered him a glass, Soap tried to steal back the beer in his hand. Ghost quickly took advantage of his height, holding his arm up so the shorter man couldn't reach it. He couldn't hold back a laugh from bullying him just a little bit. It gained him an adorably blushed face from Soap.
Ghost: "You've had enough already. Step down soldier."
At first Johnny just pouted, but eventually obeyed, taking a step back.
Ghost: "Good boy. Now sit down."
While Ghost himself took a seat next to the desk, Soap settled on the bed, legs spread provocatively. One of his hands was loosely put onto the mattress, the other laid on his well trained thighs. Close enough to his crotch to call it obscene. Looking at that display alone made Ghost almost taste Johnny on his tongue all over again.
'Eyes up, Simon!', he stressed, having to force his head up to help out his stuck eyes.
But that wasn't really better either. Glacier eyes watched his every move as Ghost pushed up the balaclava and downed the entire glass. Bourbon tasted much better but it'll do. It didn't take long until he began feeling warm under his mask. Not so much that it caused him discomfort under the fabric but still noticeable. With less restrain his gaze was now wandering over Johnny again. Since he had ordered him to sit down, he hadn't said anything. Unusual. His slightly overgrown mohawk was messy, breathing too loud, cheeks rosy, blue eyes now clouded with something Ghost couldn't deal with at the moment. Ghost poured himself a second glass. He couldn't take this evening without another one.
Ghost: "Cat caught your tongue?"
Soap: "Ah wis thinkin'."
Ghost: "'bout what?"
Soap: "Tis unfair that ye didnae get tae enjoy yersel' in the shiel."
He raised an eyebrow, unable for Soap to see under the mask. That brat grinned at him as if to pick a fight.
'Want a challenge, Johnny?'
Ghost: "Sure did."
Soap eyes suddenly went wide in surprise, face glowin' red. Happy about his victory, Ghost smiled to himself. But he should've known better. Soap wasn't that easy to throw off. He frowned and his comeback sounded irritated as if accepting the challenge troubled him. In another situation Ghost would've shook his head. That mutt better should've learned when to stop.
Soap: "Enjoyed yer own hands?"
Ghost: "Affirmative."
There was a shift in Soap's expression. Then he leaned forward, grabbing the armrests of the chair Ghost was sitting in. With a yank it wheeled towards the bed. Not gonna lie, it had Ghost by surprise but it excited him just more.
Ghost: "What? You jealous, Johnny?"
Soap: "O' yer hands?"
Ghost: "I like my hands."
He teased him with a flirtatious undertone that was probably coming from the tequila. It didn't stop Soap to throw daggers at him, eyes feral and his face getting closer now. Ghost gave his best to lean his head back so he could answer with a dominant and punishing stare.
Soap: "Prefer 'em on me o'er than yersel'."
Ghost: "Be careful what you wish for, Johnny."
POV Soap
How the hell did Soap get into this situation? Sittin' in the room Al had assigned to him - a single room at that (most of them had to share a room full of bunk beds) - with Ghost right in front of him with booze in their hands. He was being stared down by those bonnie dark eyes. It made Soap want to have more of him. Touch him. Kiss him. Feelings that he had learned to live with were getting more intense with every moment they spent together. Ghost cursed him when he started reciprocating his banter. At the latest when he went down on him in the shiel. And Ghost had rejected him. He didn't know what to do with the information that Ghost had been wanking off afterwards. When did he do that anyway? He must have waited 'till he was asleep. Should that be interpreted in his favour or not? It's still Ghost so probably not.
Soap grumbled and leaned back to bring back the distance between them. Distance that he needed to clear his mind. Gettin' another rejection wasn't part o' his plan for tonight. If banter and flirting (and a blowjob) was all that Ghost was ready to give then he needed to be fine with it. Even if it wasn't nearly enough now that Soap couldn't handle himself anymore.
He reached for the already opened and half empty beer that was now standing on the desk. Just wanted to be a tad more tanked-up. The beer had gotten out of his system way too quickly. Ghost was faster than him, grabbing his wrist.
Ghost: "You shouldn't"
He scolded, his hand tightening when Soap tried to wiggle free.
Soap: "C'moan. Wound's still hurtin, L.t."
Ghost: "Thought you got pain killers?"
Soap: "Affirmative. But they're not enough."
Ghost: "When was the last time you got checked, Sergeant?"
Soap: "Yesterday, Sir."
Ghost took a moment, the visible part of his face unreadable.
Ghost: "Let me look at it then."
Soap: "Ya not a medic."
Ghost: "I've got many qualities. Already patched you up before, didn't I? I'll let you have the beer for it."
Soap mumbled in agreement.
He fought to get the tight-fitting fabric of his shirt over his arm, allowing Ghost to help him out of it. The coyness from the first time now lost in the meds and alcohol. When it was off, gloves started wandering over his body, inspecting the injury. Leaving fleeting touches down his arm and up his shoulder that weren't entirely necessary. Soap felt hot and bothered because of it. His hands cramped around the bottle neck, glad he got it back. Besides being able to hold onto something, he could already feel the beer workin' wonders, dulling the pain.
Ghost: "You need a new bandage."
Soap: "I have a med pack in the desk drawer. Make it quick."
Pulling off the old plaster tape was uncomfortable. Despite Soap's plea, Ghost insisted on being careful. He slowly peeled it back, unintentionally making it more hurtful than a fast rip off would've been. He applied the disinfectant, which stung like hell. As if feeling it himself Ghost's fingers squeezed his sides as if to distract Soap from the pain. The touch felt strangely intimate, sending shivers down Soap's spine. He wasn't even sure if it was intentional or if Ghost had even noticed, looking at the injury and bruises in what appeared to be high concentration. When the disinfectant had dried, Ghost snapped out of it, putting on a new bandage. After taping it in place, his hands traveled over Soap's body once more. This time more appreciative. Tracing from his shoulder to his collarbone and further down to his chest. Soap breathed heavily in anticipation. Ghost however stopped there, going back to his arm, instead lightly soothing the bruises there that peaked out from under the patch. The fabric of his gloves scratched slightly on the sensitive area around the wound.
Soap: "Ghost. Take 'em off."
Ghost: "My gloves?"
Soap could easily make out the laboured breath Ghost let out at the request. And he swore he could feel it brushing over his shoulder despite the mask. He turned his face to him, meeting him with affection drowned eyes.
Soap: "Yes. I need to feel ye. Please."
Ghost: "Bloody hell, Johnny. Don't make me do this."
With that Ghost receded and stood up, avoiding to look at him. Soap let out a tense sign, missing the closeness already. That fuckin' Brit made him so impatient.
Soap: "Ya' such a cunt. Why not?"
Ghost ignored the insult and change in tone. Letting it go like he always does.
Ghost: "God, you make me go crazy. It's hard enough already to hold back. I don't want you to do this just because I'm your Lieutenant."
Soap: "Fuck, Ghost. 's that the problem? Ye surely willnae pressure me intae anythin'. I've wanted this fur a long time now."
To emphasize his point Soap pushed up to face Ghost head-on, daring him to look at him. But suddenly standing up made him feel dizzy. Almost tripping, Soap found balance by leaning against the taller man. Feeling his warmth on his face and taking in his smell of sweet amber and spices like this felt nice. It took him so little to let himself get lost in the sensation, humming satisfied and letting his hands wander mindlessly.
POV Ghost
Reflexively Ghost held onto the swaying Scot before he would fall. It took everything not to flinch at the sudden intimate touch when Johnny's hands wandered around his hip, grabbing Ghost's butt and squeezed a little. Ghost responded with a deep snarl and frowned. Soap only giggled at that.
'That shameless brat!'
Soap: "I wouldnae mind a tad o' power dynamic."
Soap's voice was deep and quiet, almost only a whisper. Fuck. Did that drunken bastard try to seduce him?
Ghost: "You'd like tha'?"
Soap: "Aye, Sir. Enjoy ya orderin' me aroond a tad... O' callin' me good."
A dirty smile creeped up on the Lieutenant's face.
Ghost: "Fits you well."
Soap: "How come?"
Ghost: "Have always thought you'd be a naughty little mutt. Bet you'd want to be mounted like one for the entire day if you could."
Soap whined in embarrassment, burying his face in Ghost's hoodie and cursing something Ghost couldn't understand. Having him in his arms like this, with his head on Johnny's shoulder made him feel something he hadn't before with anyone else. It scared him but at the same time he enjoyed this too much, not wanting to push Johnny away. Soap's hands still lingered on his butt when Ghost noticed the drunken man moving, slowly pushing further into him, restlessly shifting around. His hands caressed his behind, not letting him back off. Ghost's eyes went wide when he noticed what he was up to, rubbing their hips together and letting out a strangled moan.
Ghost: "Hell, Johnny. Stop moving around so much!"
Soap: "I cannae help it, L.t.. I just..."
Hands were slipping under his clothes now, mapping his back, his sides and hips, his stomach. Feeling the way Soap became more aggressive with his touches made Ghost pant audibly, which just encouraged him further.
Ghost: "Careful, Johnny... Too much of this will get you killed in the end."
It was an empty threat and Soap knew that. Ghost would never.
Soap: "Quoting Queen songs now, L.t.?"
Ghost: "I think you got the lyrics wrong. But he's an icon."
Soap: "You're the fuckin' icon."
Ghost: "If you'd let me... Don't know 'bout the icon part though."
He laughed darkly. It was supposed to be a harmless flirtatious joke but Johnny took him by his words.
Soap: "Hell yeah. I wid let ye fuck me."
Ghost: "Quite the big mouth you've got, Sergeant."
He tried to sound at least a bit penalising but Soap was as quick-witted as always. At best a little more vulgar than usual.
Soap: "There also fits a lot in it, Sir."
Ghost blushed, glad that Soap couldn't see under the mask and greasepaint.
Ghost: "Bloody Jesus, Johnny! You're out of your mind."
Soap: "Not yet. But maybe I'd be if you'd finally stick your thing in me."
Soap had a challenging expression, fearlessly and half-lidded looking him into the eyes. It made something in Ghost snap. Without further thinking about it Ghost shoved him on the bed, looking down on him. Grazing his bare chest more hungrily than he'd ever admit. He didn't want to hold back any longer. His restraints were out the window. And the Tequila was most likely part of it all.
Ghost: "Undress and turn around, Sergeant. I think you need a lesson on how to behave properly around your superiors."
As if completely sobered up in seconds, Johnny did as he was told. He fumbled with his belt and threw away his trousers, his boxers followed shortly after. With flushed cheeks and ears he proceeded to crawl onto the bed on all fours, mumbling something incomprehensible. Ghost slipped out of his gloves, placing them onto the desk next to his empty glass. With his now bare fingers he traced the muscles on his back down to his ass, letting his hand slap it with a delicious sound. Surprised, Soap yelped, sounding very aroused.
'Fuck, Johnny...'
Ghost: "Lay down."
Soap followed his orders, watching Ghost undoing his belt and opening his trousers. Ghost tried to tease him by giving him a little show. Slowly pulling down the jeans to reveal his bulging boxers underneath. Johnny reacted beautifully, restlessly shifting around on the bed.
Ghost: "Feels good to hump your sheets?"
Instead of answering, he only let out a hungry "Mmh...". Ghost climbed behind him, leaning forward to feel his skin against him. He pushed him deeper into the mattress, pinning him down between it and his heavy body, paying attention not to put pressure on his injured shoulder.
Ghost: "I can't hear you, Sergeant."
The shorter man did his best trying not to impatiently wiggle with his hips in search of more friction. Ghost fixed his uninjured arm behind his back, preventing him from moving so much.
Soap: "Ghost, please!"
Ghost: "What do you want, Johnny?"
Soap: "Take yer fuckin' pants off and finally give it tae me!"
He quietly added a "Please, Sir." at the end of his sentence, letting Ghost smirk in satisfaction.
Ghost: "As you wish."
He tossed away his boxers, rubbing himself against Soap's ass. The spot were he had slapped him had taken on a lovely rosy shade.
Soap: "Holy shit, Ghost! Ya huge."
Ghost: "Shh... I know you can take it, darling. Bet ye take big cocks like they're nothin'."
Soap whined a little, sheepishly muttering again. It was quite amusing to see the usually cheeky man like this.
Ghost: "What is it, huh? Speak up."
Soap pushed his face into the pillow in embarrassment, making him hard to understand. To reassure him, Ghost run his fingers through his brown hair, followed by a harsh tug.
Ghost: "Wha' was that?"
Soap: "Have been on top 'til now..."
The revelation made Ghost's eyes go wide and his heart skipped a beat. It was well imaginable that Johnny would be topping considering everything he knew about him. He was a bold man - a well trained soldier at that. His flirting was also quite forward. How he had thrown himself at Ghost alone showed his usual approach on how he lured men into his bed. It made sense. Ghost let go of his arm and gave him more room to move - even to possibly escape if he wished to. - He didn't.
Ghost: "What now? I thought you wanted to be fucked. Should we do somethin' else then?"
By now Soap's red flush had spread over his ears and neck. He grabbed Ghost's thighs as if to keep him close.
Soap: "No wait! Ah still want this. Might sound a bit odd but I... I juist never fun somebody willin' tae top me. I attract bottoms like shite the flies-"
Ghost: "Language, Sergeant."
He snapped and Soap just grumbled in response.
Soap: "Tis not like I dinnae want to. Findin' the right person just had been straecht up impossible."
He laughed it off but Ghost could hear the insecurity in his voice, dialect almost slurring his sentences to incomprehensibility. He continued his monologue like that.
Soap: "'Ah guess that's the disadvantage o' bein' too fit fur the average civilian male. I must come off as-"
Ghost: "You're more than just fit, Johnny."
Ghost interrupted him again, trying to comfort him. However the compliment fell on deaf ears and Soap kept on babbling.
Soap: "Aye, 'ah juist said that. I'm too fit. Never thought I wid think o' myself as intimidating. I'm not even that tall. I mean just look at ye. Ya so buff. Next to ye I-"
Ghost: "Stop talking now, will ya? You still haven't told me what we should do now."
He let his hand caress Soap's back to sooth him, following the divots of his muscles.
Soap: "Ye can go oan but please be gentle with me, no?"
At that Ghost let his hand trail down his back and pressed a thumb into one of his buttocks. Soap relaxed noticeably under him, seemingly trusting him. It let his heart fasten its pace. He then leaned forward, pushing his mask into the mohawk, sucking in his smell. Citrus, musk and hop from the beer.
Ghost: "I'll do my best to make you feel good, Johnny."
Soap: "You're a dream, L.t.. Let me get you some-..."
He wiggled his arm free and opened the drawer next to the bed and gave Ghost a full pot of vaseline. Probably got it from the doc the other day. They couldn't use condoms with it but they didn't have any anyway. It didn't matter since both weren't active and they just had a check up a few days ago. Not the best option still but it would do, he figured.
Ghost: "Somehow I'm surprised that you didn't bring a bottle of lube with you."
Soap: "Away and bile yer heid."
***
Ghost gently grabbed his cheeks, pulling them apart and thumbing his entrance with the lubricant, making sure there would be enough of it. He watched closely how Soap's back heaved as he breathed heavily in anticipation. Then he carefully pushed his index finger inside. One at first, then the second. He was so damn tight, moaning as if he was on the brink of cumming just from his fingers inside him. There was no doubt that his poor puppy enjoyed his first time.
His? He shook off the weird aftertaste of the word on his mind. Ghost had to think about that another time. Johnny deserved his full attention now. Attention on how he tried to get himself off by rubbing against the mattress while fucking himself back on his fingers. Ghost wondered if this is how he'd get himself off when he couldn't find himself a cock. He licked over his lips, imagining Soap doing it himself while he watched. But he didn't want this to be over too quickly. Johnny wanted him inside after all. So he pulled out before yanking his hips up, away from the friction the bed offered. Soap let out a protesting sound but then complied. Ghost pursued preparing him, now pushing a third finger in, stretching him painfully this time.
It felt like hours had passed until he finally loosened up while having little praises whispered at him. The fingers now easily slip his fingers in and out. It made an obscene squelching sound that both of them seemed to enjoy.
Ghost: "Are you ready, darlin'? I want to put it in now. Feels like I'm exploding otherwise."
A loud groan from Soap followed his words. Hopefully the walls of this safehouse were thick enough that nobody had heard that. Perhaps he should have shoved his face down into the pillow to silence him. But he didn't. The sound Johnny let out were far too enticing.
Soap: "Yes please, Sir! Take me!"
Ghost: "You're doin' so good for me, Johnny. But try to keep your voice down!"
Then he pressed forward, slowly sinking into him. When the tip was inside Soap twitched, forcing out a strained huff from Ghost. The twitching repeated every few centimeters and Ghost needed to stop so Johnny would relax before he could push in further.
'Makin' this hard for me to do this, Johnny.'
Some time later they eventually managed to find a pace that had both of them sweating in heat. It was slow and deep. But Ghost wanted more, just a little. In an attempt to push even deeper, he pressed him down into the mattress again. His pale chest lush against Soap's tan back. Arms holding onto his smaller frame in a tight hug until he had everything of him. Face buried in his neck, taking in Soap's smell as best as he could through the fabric and every little detail of how his body felt against his, every small twitch of pleasure. Ghost wanted to own him, marking his territory and never letting go. He was too lost in the sensation to question his possessive thoughts. Instead he concentrated on not forcefully jamming into him. He wanted Johnny to enjoy every damn minute of this.
From all the panting and moaning his mask had become clammy on his face but he resisted the urge to pull it off. It kept him just distracted enough to keep going. Sliding almost all the way out and then back inside, planting himself deep into Soap.
Ghost: "Bloody hell, Johnny! You're takin' me so well."
Soap: "Ah, Ghost..."
Ghost: "What is it?"
Soap: "Ghost. I'm close!"
He closed his hand around Soap's throat, forcing his head back against his shoulder. His body was practically immobilised now, fixed in Ghost's embrace, ready for him to use him. He had to hush him, when it had Johnny arching his back and moaning over the angle he pushed against his sweet spot. But it wasn't enough, Ghost could tell by the frustrated noises between those moans. So he leaned back on his knees, back straight, pulling Johnny with him. He still held onto him like dear life, one hand around his throat, the other now stroking Johnny. Through the balaclava he pressed a little kiss and a soft bite on his shoulder.
Ghost: "Go on. Come for me."
With a weak growl and angry twitching around Ghost's cock, Johnny made a white sticky mess on the sheets as he came. His hands reached back, grabbing the taller man's thighs once again. Finger nails dug into his skin, leaving red marks as if to tell him that he was desperate for Ghost to finally come.
Ghost: "Hold on, sweet puppy. Ngh... Just a little longer."
Only a few faster thrusts later Ghost finished, filling him up nicely.
'Fuck... This was good.'
Strange what these tender feelings for Johnny could make him do when he let them take control. He rarely had been this gentle during a fuck - man or woman.
Soap sunk back onto the bed and didn't talk, just huffed in exhaustion. He was still out of it. Ghost reached for the mohawk and petted him.
Ghost: "You alright? I'll get you somethin' to clean up."
Soap: "Yes, Sir. More than alright. Thank you."
Ghost: "You can stop calling me 'Sir' for now. First get down from your high. You did great, Johnny."
He helped him to clean himself and the sheets before getting dressed again. Soap had already dosed off half-way. He had drained him really well apparently.
Ghost: "I will let you rest now. See you tomorrow morning."
Soap gave a satisfied hum as a response.