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“Do y’all hear that?”
A low buzz emitted, breaking the silence of the meeting room the Task Force 141 was occupied within. It was going to be just another long 45 minutes of Price giving out missions briefings for their next two weeks long trip, but all of their attentions were quickly interrupted by a particularly odd sound emerging from the seat of Captain John MacTavish, whom had been fidgeting awkwardly around next to his trusted right hand man, Lieutenant Simon Riley. Whisperings started to grow between 141’s members, soon filling the cold silence room with chuckles and ramblings.
Price, who had stopped his speech midway, turned around and eyed the two before turning his glares to Sergeant Gary Sanderson, which was the one who made the remark in the first place. “Roach, I’d rather have your eyes and ears up the projector than making a fool of yerself in the meeting room.” Price tightened up his grip on the pointer, quickly suppressing the entire room down to just awkward coughs and intentional throat clearing. The low buzz from before slowly became more apparent, prompting Price to look towards where Soap was again.
“Captain MacTavish, if yer going t’ answer the phone at least quietly dismiss yerself before it becomes a nuisance to a certain member of the team.” MacTavish quickly stood up for the offer, apologized for the inconvenience and dashed out from the room. “Now, back to the-”
“Excuse me, sir.” A hand rose up from the back; it was no other than the lieutenant. “May I use the bathroom?”
Price gave a long sigh, knowing full well how this was going to turn out, but dismissed Simon nonetheless.
The young brunette waltzed along the hallway, his eyes darted around the corners and corridors, trying to find his beloved Captain, when a hand took him by his collar and forcefully dragged him into an old closet nearby. The hand shoved him against what seemed to be a desk with some cardboard junks before locking the doors, Simon scrambled for a light switch whilst trying to keep his balance. He felt something snatching his wrist and warmth spreading across his chest, trying to close the distance between him and further pushing him onto the desk. A person , he thought, though as soon as he was about to make out who that was, a hand slid under his balaclava and lifted it up to the bridge of his nose, exposing his lips. The stranger clashed his lips against Ghost’s with full force, and yet he was making a poor attempt at prying into his mouth. There could be only one person Simon knew that could be an absolute slob at trying to take the initiative. He wriggled his wrist free from the stranger’s grip and wrapped his arm to his back, holding him close. Simon then used his free hand to search around his pants pocket, pulling out a small plastic object and turning on what looked like to be a switch.
The same buzzing sound from before emerged once again, now coming from the stranger’s back side, he quickly pulled away from Ghost’s lips and crumbled into his body, cursing and grunting while gripping for dear life on the fabric of his clothes. Simon settled down the switch to the sides and looked around for a light switch, now that his eyes had adjusted to the darkness. He squinted to see a faint outline just to his left and reached for it.
Click.
A bright light shone over the dusty closet, now revealing itself to be where the team kept their training gears for outdoor activities. Hurdles, bright colored cones, body guards, etc… But those weren’t the things that Simon was interested about, he already took a keen interest to the currently shaking vigilante in his arms. Simon looked down and a grotesque grin spread across his face, almost menacing looking.
“Well, if it ain’t my mean ol’ Cap’n…” Simon chuckled, in his arm was no other than his favorite Captain, and not to mention, lover: MacTavish, whose face was buried into his collarbone, his ragged breathing tickled the younger man a little. Simon leaned down and used his free hand to pull MacTavish’s shirt collar to the side, exposing his shoulder. Under his shirt was a collection of neatly tied red velvet ropes, firmly pressing themselves against MacTavish’s soft flesh; a result from a bet they made yesterday in which the Captain failed miserably at. Simon slid his fingers under the ropes connecting between his neck and chest and tugged them upwards, he enjoyed the slight flinch from MacTavish before fully embracing him in his arms. Simon peaked under the shirt some more to admire his handy rope work before making eye contact with MacTavish, who seemed pissed and yet lustful at the same time.
“Bastard… Ya could’a blew up everything…” The Scottish man uttered, his knees shaking from the vibrating buttplug inside him; yet another failed attempt at winning a bet, Simon just had to make him wear it along with the ropes to further satisfy his sadistic nature. Although it fueled his kink for exhibitionism, MacTavish couldn’t bear the fear of getting caught red handed, and always tried to keep their shenanigans to a minimum. The thrill of having sex in an enclosed spot around where people frequently passed by however, turned him on more than it should be, something about suppressing their inner desires to meet their quick needs in the middle of the day made him crave for the sensation more and more, especially when their work loads had been increasingly more difficult to finish within a day, leaving them barely to no time for themselves.
Simon leaned in and licked a long stripe on his neck, his hand creeping under MacTavish’s shirt feeling the warm flesh before making its way to his pectorals. The rope work really pushed up his chest, making them more plum than ever, Simon pulled onto one of his nipples and played with them, while the other hand reached down his pants, skillfully unbuckling the belt and in the blink of an eye, they were already down to his ankles. MacTavish could only bite his lips and enjoy Ghost doing all the work, stifled moans occasionally cutting off the silence in the dusty closet aside from the sounds of shifting clothes. MacTavish was already partially naked, revealing most of the red velvet ropes digging into his muscular frame, no underwear this time for easy access Simon said, although he was sure that the younger man just wanted to see him struggle trying to hide his boner whenever he cranked up the vibration. And what a cruel challenge that was for MacTavish, as Ghost would just secretly turn it on when he was in the middle of a conversation, or during training where he would risk getting ridiculed by his colleagues. The Captain pulled them all off surprisingly, and all it took was determination and the burning revenge to completely suck Ghost’s soul out of his body once they got home, riding him like there’s no tomorrow.
Right now though, MacTavish was giving in to whatever Ghost was doing to him, laying his body weight onto the younger man and giving him full control. Simon tugged on to the rope connecting his tailbone to his crotch which kept the buttplug in its place, slightly nudging it further into his hole. The slow vibration started to feel numb to him as he scrambled to grab the controller, turning up the intensity on purpose. MacTavish fell forward and pressed his body against Simon’s, drooling from the sudden convulsion inside his hole. The younger man looked down to see him gripping onto the piece of plastic and chuckled to himself, he slowly peeled off MacTavish’s grip from the damned thing and smirked when he saw the older man desperately tried to take it back.
“Looks like ya found the special mode for this vibra’er.” Simon cooed, turning down the settings so MacTavish wouldn’t turn into a living human drill. He felt a slight relief as he fell onto the brunette, his back slightly sore from arcing all the way when he was enduring the “torture”. “ Haaaah… H-How many damn settings are there… I never should’a let ye order stuff online…” MacTavish said in his ragged breath, finally giving up and slumped down to his knees conveniently placing himself in front of Simon’s crotch. An idea sparked inside his head as he pulled down the zipper of his pants, letting his cock sprung free from his tight boxers. The sight of Ghost’s twitching member caught the eyes of his Captain, he instinctively licked his lips, slowly glancing up and down on the modified organ that he had far familiarized himself; a more embarrassing form of training, MacTavish thought to himself, as he reminisced the times he almost hurled on Simon’s crotch mid blowjob, which earned a hearty laugh from the other man. MacTavish felt strangely competent to try and give Simon the best head possible, his fingers creeped up along the veins on his cock, his thumb rubbing the tip of it, admiring its size. He looked up to meet with Simon’s gaze, still having that shit eating grin on his face, he waved the vibrator controller in front of MacTavish, slightly taunting him. “Wanna find out? How ‘bout ya put yer pretty lil’ mouth on ‘ere?” Simon smirked, his hand snatching the back of MacTavish’s head, pulling him closer.
MacTavish smiled mischievously, he leaned in and licked a long stripe along Simon’s throbbing member and planted a small kiss on the tip. “I’ll make ya regret challengin’ me… m'eudail .” The older man palmed over Simon's thigh, resting one there while the other massaged his cock, he suckled onto the sensitive skin just underneath the tip, his fingers giving occasional strokes along the base in a teasing manner. Finally, he engulfed the head, his lips wrapping around Simon’s thick cock nicely, his teeth slightly clashed with the row of tiny metal bars. Ah. An obstacle. MacTavish thought to himself, but he drove deeper, planning to bottom out in one go. The sudden contact of his warm mouth and tongue caught Simon off guard, as he often didn't expect MacTavish to be so assertive. His fingers subconsciously entangled themselves into MacTavish's mohawk, gripping them as he watched his lover elegantly working his mouth. “Good boy…” Simon hummed, his other hand turning up the buttplug’s vibration, a small reward for MacTavish whenever he made it down to the base. Muffled moans started filling the deafening silence of the closet as MacTavish picked up his pace, his head bobbing up and down on his cock, tongue grazed against the Jacob’s Ladder over and over. Tears involuntarily formed around the corners of his eyes, dripping down from his cheeks to his lips, he could faintly taste the salty liquid, but it was overwhelmed by the taste of his own saliva and Simon’s cock.
The younger man could hardly hold back, he bucked his hips against MacTavish’s own rhythm, attempting to slam his cock into the back of his throat. He enjoyed seeing his lover’s brows furrowing and his eyes screwed shut, forcing tears out of them even more. MacTavish had gotten into a defensive position, his two hands now gripping onto Simon’s pants as he let himself go, subduing to his control. “Fuck... I’m gonna…” Simon muttered, his shaken voice awoke MacTavish, now looking up to him with tear stained, stunning baby blue eyes. They always looked best like this for him, being the sadist he was, he’d always rock MacTavish to the point of screaming his name, trembling under his touch. “Better not miss a single drop, babe…” He chuckled, his grips tightening on MacTavish’s head, readying to burrow his cock deep one more time. The older man braced for impact, he tried his best to relax his throat but Simon already forced himself in, pumping strings of white fluids into his mouth. MacTavish felt like a fish out of water, desperately gasping for air as Simon held on longer than he should be, though he managed to pull out on time, almost blacking out on his cock saving him from another embarrassing tease later in the day.
MacTavish audibly swallowed in the generous load Simon gave him, savoring the taste of his semen. He noticed a few drops left on Simon’s cock and instinctively tried to lick it clean, before he got stopped by Simon as he was about to go for another round. “That’s enuff for ya luv, yer can have some more once we go home.” Simon smiled, patting his head for his good performance. He searched into his pocket and pulled out a small packet; a single condom, should’ve been more prepared . Simon pulled MacTavish off his knees and instructed him over the table, the older man obediently followed, putting his hands on the surface of the table and immediately sticking his ass out just the way Simon liked it. The other man bit his lip and gave his cheeks a hard smack, earning a sweetly deep moan from MacTavish. He ripped open the packet and rolled the condom onto MacTavish’s already leaking cock and gave it a few light strokes. Simon now turned his attention to the buttplug nestling inside his hole, which had been doing it’s job keeping his hole tender and ready to use. Simon parted his cheeks, his other hand loosen the red rope that was holding the plug in place, he teasingly pulled onto the handle, giving it a few tugs to incite some reactions from MacTavish. The older man was getting slightly irritated, his hips wiggling on their own trying to invite Simon to dig in already, he clenched his fists in frustration whenever he pulled the plug mid-way but immediately shoved it back in.
“C-C’mon, put it… in… I… want y-you...” MacTavish whispered, completely unaware that Simon heard him word for word due to the small space. He grinned devilishly and forcefully pulled out the plug, earning another sweet moan from the older man, he almost crumbled down to the table but he pulled himself up, his fingers reached into his own hole, keeping it stretched. Simon chuckled at the sight of his whore of a Captain, he snatched his wrist and put it back to the table, lining his cock against his gaping entrance. MacTavish swallowed in his breath, his eyes slightly peeking behind him, watching with excitement as Simon went in, pushing his cock deep inside him. He shuddered as Simon bottomed out, he felt deeply connected with him, he could feel the metallic cosmetics rubbing his inner walls which excited him greatly. The older man reached back and ran his hand over Simon’s hip, urging him to move, “I’ve been… good… p-please give it t’ me…” MacTavish whined, causing the younger man to grin even more. Simon put his palm over his throat, lightly choking him as he pulled in closer, his other hand once again finding itself on MacTavish’s hip.
“ I love it when ya beg… ”
Simon rocked his hips, sending MacTavish forward with every thrust, his hand still firmly placed on his neck feeling the vibrations of his moans. MacTavish lost himself in the moment, letting his voice fill the stuffed small closet, not to say he wasn’t well “stuffed” as well. Simon kissed along his jawline while keeping a steady rhythm, his other hand moved up to feel his pecs giving them more attention. He massaged them in a circular motion, trying to get a handful before fondling one of his nipples, he pinched and pulled it roughly, causing the other man to jolt, his insides squeezing his cock a little. “ Ah… Nghn… Hah… I… ” MacTavish whimpered, his hand clawing on to Ghost’s “ I… love it when y-... do that… ” Simon responded by pulling even harder, giving into his needy Captain, his pecs had always been sensitive to touch during sex, he’d guide Simon’s hands onto them, feeling his warm and rough fingers, enjoying the rough treatments that often leave bruises and love bites on them. They were one of his “sexiest features” according to Simon, but MacTavish was sure that he’d never left any spots unmarked, forcing him to wear a damn turtleneck and long sweat pants in the middle of summer.
“F-Fuck, yer really soft in ‘ere…” Simon uttered, “yet… yer clenching me this hard…” MacTavish could hardly hear anything over the sounds of skin slapping and his own moans. “Yer enjoying this way more than I do… ya moan like a lil’ slut ey? My slut .” His words sent the older man sky high, dirty talking was always Simon’s strong suit, further amplified by his thick and deep British accent, MacTavish would probably cum hands-free by just his voice alone which might or might not have been an embarrassing topic to talk about before. He looked down to see his plump breasts and a few bruises forming from being rough handled, slightly matching the colors of the ropes. MacTavish closed his eyes, his hand unconsciously hovered over his own cock about to give himself a couple of strokes before-
“...!?” He jolted, Simon’s hand clamped over his mouth, unfortunately sealing up the sweet melodies he was enjoying, he let out a low “ shhhhhh…. ” before silencing himself. The deafening silence returned but was soon disturbed by… Thud, thump, thud, thump… It was certainly not MacTavish’s growing heartbeat, it was the sound of-
Thud, thump, thud, thump….
Footsteps! Slow footsteps coming from the hallway, it was still not the time for training wasn’t it? Was it another unit coming for their daily routine? No , it shouldn’t have been, they still had plenty of time left! Simon listened closely to the footsteps growing closer and closer, trying to make out how many people were there. “ Just one… ” He exhaled, a hint of relief in his voice, he never intended to expose both him and MacTavish despite the torture he put him through. The older man let out a low breath, attempting to keep his calm until the outsider went away. But… Knock! Knock! Knock! Luck wasn’t on their side today. A familiar voice came from the thin framed wooden door, finally making them realize that the room wasn’t particularly that sealed and mayhaps everyone in the vicinity might have heard their businesses.
“Um… Is that you, Captain MacTavish? Captain Price told me to check up on you sir.” The voice belonged to Roach, little troublemaker . Simon nudged inside MacTavish, noticing that he was squeezing his cock harder than before, “ Ya like this don’t ya…? ” He whispered “ Ya like it when people can hear how good yer takin’ in my cock? …. What a whore… ” Simon bucked his hips, squeezing a small muffled moan out of him. The knocking on the door continued, each knock made him feel that this was gonna go on forever, Roach didn’t seem like he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon until he got his confirmation. “ Well? Yer gonna answer ‘im? Gunna leave ‘im hangin’ like that? ...How irresponsible of ya… I should punish you…” Simon nibbled on his earlobe, his hand stroking along his stomach. MacTavish watched in fear and excitement as his fingers went dangerously closer to the base of his cock, he was clenching hard on Simon’s cock, further proving his point. “Sir?... Anyone there?” Roach was getting impatient, he reached for the doorknob and started turning; to his surprise the door was locked. Simon completely ignored Roach’s attempt to breach in, instead he chose to drive the old man mad with the constant teasing, gently and slowly rocking him back and forth. “ When we get home… I’m gonna tie ya up on th’ bed… and I’m gonna fuck ya till ya can’t walk, gunna fill ya t’ the brim… And then I’m gunna use ya again and again and again like a toy… My slutty lil’ toy… ” Simon stroked his leaking cock, attacking his poor eardrums with dirty whispers, sending pleasurable sparks into his already clouded mind.
MacTavish suddenly jumped, his body shaking violently like he was having a spasm, he clenched his fists, knuckles turning white during the convulsions. His cock twitched but nothing came out, even in the midst of experiencing waves of pleasure, he was confused as to what was happening to his body. MacTavish hadn’t felt this good for quite a while, his knees gave up on him making him slump forward, losing balance. Luckily Simon caught him on time, his muscular arm wrapped nicely on his torso, a warm embrace with Simon’s body heat shook MacTavish back to reality, he took a fair few seconds looking around before remembering that their poor Sergeant was still trying to open the door.
“Sir?... Sir, I’ll go get someone, alright? Seems like the door is jammed.” MacTavish’s eyes widened, he desperately tried to wiggle out of Simon’s tight grasp but to no avail, the dry orgasm took quite a bit off of him, rendering him useless against Simon. He looked at the brunette with pleading eyes, silently begging him to diffuse the situation before they became the main topic all over the camp for the next 5 months. And of course, he replied with a gross smile, he licked off the tear on his reddened cheek, chuckled to him before finally turning his attention to the door. “Uh… Roach isn’t it?” He exclaimed, the noises on the door stopped almost immediately. “Lieu..tenant? Lieutenant Riley, sir? What are you doing in th-” Roach replied, now more confused than ever. “Just a lil’ wardrobe malfunction luv, I uh… got into the nearest room I could see. Sorry for the inconvenience.” He could feel the awkwardness growing around the Swedish man once he found out he disturbed the quote on quote, scary and menacing Lieutenant. “I, um… I’m just checking, sir… I-I’ll get going now. Sorry for the disturbance, sir.” Roach quickly hot footed out of the hallway, leaving behind only the sounds of his boots clashing against the stone floor, slowly fading away.
MacTavish collapsed on the table as soon as Simon let go of him, he let out a long sigh full of relief, they survived for another day it seemed. “Yer… an arsehole.... I’m gunna… get back at you…” Simon chuckled over the intriguing proposal, but right now he was still in full control, “Turn around fer me, babe…” He commanded and unsurprisingly, his lover obeyed. He pulled himself off of MacTavish to make room before closing in again, hooking one of his legs onto his arm. Simon looked him in the eyes, appreciating the tear stained face, a sight he never got tired of and leaned in for a kiss. MacTavish responded back by closing his eyes, his hands found their ways to the sides of his neck. Simon used this opportunity to lift him up and sink his cock deeper into the other man, he broke off from the kiss with a weak grunt. “S-Simon… I’m heavy…”, he uttered, but Simon chose to ignore it and slammed hard into him, MacTavish clenched his eyes shut over the sudden impact, his hands clinging onto Simon’s shoulder now. “I’ve been workin’ out-... I, hah … always wanted to do this…” Simon responded, he burrowed into his neck and took a deep breath. “Yer getting soft…” He spoke out before thrusting deep into MacTavish again, this time he picked up the speed almost instantly, wasting no time pounding into MacTavish’s abused hole. He cried out Simon’s name in confusion but soon replaced it with strings of delicious moans, how vigorous, how brutal Simon’s movements were, intending to finish the job as it was getting close to break time. MacTavish hugged Simon tightly as he endured the assault, drooling from his gaping mouth, trying to form some comprehensible sentences but failing miserably.
What happened with Roach took a bit of their time, but they were close. Simon continued pounding into MacTavish, making sure each impact was audible to the both of them. MacTavish clawed on Simon’s back, his toes curled every time he hit his sweetspot “ F-Fuck… S-So good… ” He whimpered, arching his back to close the distance between him and Simon even more, he felt like his whole body was on fire combining with Simon’s. His cock getting sandwiched receiving sweet and needed frictions, his breathy moans getting higher and higher, still desperately trying to cover their tracks, MacTavish hurriedly ran his hand over his mouth, now depending on Simon to keep them balanced. Simon dug his fingers into his flesh and gritted his teeth, his thrusts were so, so deep as MacTavish felt it could poke at his stomach. “I’m- hnngh… I’m close, luv…” He snarled, his rapid breathing tickled MacTavish a little. The older man nodded furiously in response, his insides clenching tight on Simon’s thick cock ready to take in the load. Simon’s thrusts came to an abrupt stop, MacTavish could feel the organ twitching and pulsating, sending waves of white fluids filling him like a freshly baked pie. MacTavish soon followed, filling the condom with his seed, his body shook up from the delayed orgasm sending goosebumps up his skin.
Simon wavered, dizzy from the tensed ejaculation, he tipped forward putting MacTavish on the table, he pulled out from the used hole smiling to himself at the mess he created, though it was soon wiped from his face when he realized he didn’t bring any tissues with him. “Bloody hell… I forgot the-...” Simon paused, his hand pulling out the buttplug from his pocket, he contemplated a bit before putting it in his mouth, slightly lubing it with his tongue. He inserted it back in and moved the ropes over it, securing the plug in place earning a rather mortified but aroused look from MacTavish. “That’ll do.” Simon chuckled, the older man glared at him for a moment and sighed loudly clearly not having the strength to put up with his bullshit. “Yer the worst…” He murmured, he took off the condom and tied it up, his eyes darted around the room trying to find the plastic packet so he could at least keep it clean off his hand until they found the nearest trash can. Simon helped him put on his pants and fixed up his own, just in time as they had only a couple of minutes left to get out and clean up before meeting up with their crew.
The wooden door slowly opened, MacTavish poked his head out to check the surroundings, and it seemed that the hallway was still empty. “It’s safe… Let’s go.” He grabbed Simon’s hand and walked him out, hastily closing the door before they made a run for it.
And that’s another crossed off of the bucket list.