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Saturday
Soap awoke to the pounding of an alcohol induced full body ache and warm fingers trailing themselves up and down his arm. While the movement would have felt amazing to wake up to any other day, today was not it. His head pounded as the lingering feeling of alcohol still swam in his brain.
Adjusting his arm he groaned, “Simon stop, that tickles.”
The firm body he lay against huffed out a laugh as the warm hand pressed firmly against his arm and stopped its trailing. “Sorry ‘bout that, and sorry Johnny, but I’m not Simon.”
Soap's body went rigid as he opened his eyes and stared across the expanse of the chest his head was pressed against. This was indeed not Simon’s chest, Simon didn’t have this much hair, and it sure as hell wasn’t brown. Soap paused for a few more moments, unwilling to reveal to himself who he had gone home with last night. The voice sounded so familiar, but it wasn’t one he’d ever been in bed with. The body was familiar too, he was sure he’d even been pressed up against it before. Not in bed though, definitely not intimately, but somewhere a little more professionally.
“I did not…” Soap groaned.
“Depending on what you’re referring to, you did,” the now extremely familiar voice rumbled under his face.
“Price?”
Soap started to untangle their legs.
“Mhmm.”
Craning his neck up he caught the stare of his captain looking softly at him in the morning light. His hair and beard mussed from sleep, and a bit of fading bed wrinkle lingering on his cheek. A small smile tugged at his lips as his thumb slowly stroked back and forth on Soap’s arm.
“Fuck. I’m sorry, I’ll go back to my room—”
The soft touch on his bicep tightened and held him firmly in place against Price’s body.
“Just stay a little longer. I’ll drive you back to base in a little bit, just let me have this.” The last few words were a whisper. Price closed his eyes and let his head rest back against the headboard. The cool wood a stark contrast to the almost overwhelmingly hot body wrapped around him.
“I can hear the gears working overtime in your brain. Just ask your questions,” Price said quietly while his eyes remained closed.
Soap was hesitant, but he did indeed have a lot of questions.
“We’re not on base?”
“No.”
“Where are we?”
“My house.”
“How much did I drink last night?”
“A lot.”
“Did I make a fool out of myself?”
“No more than usual. You did dance a lot, so there’s that.”
Soaps' memory flashed momentarily, and he caught a glimpse of a girl in a pink mini dress pressed up against him as he ground against her ass. Gaz’s voice pierced through the music announcing he was freshly single. Not one of his proudest moments, but definitely not the worst.
“There was a girl I danced with, right?”
“Yep, broke her heart when you told her you weren’t actually interested.”
“Yeah, not exactly ready for the rebound just yet.”
“That’s not exactly what you said last night.”
Soap’s stomach churned with leftover alcohol and regret. “What do you mean?”
“How much do you remember from last night?”
Pinching the bridge of his nose he wracked his brain, trying to remember any detail from the night prior. “It starts to get fuzzy after Gaz started passing out tequila shots.”
“Yeah, I knew those were a bad idea, but you both were very insistent.”
“Did you carry me at some point?”
“I almost completely carried you into the house. I set the couch up for you, but you insisted on the bed. Then I tried to sleep on the couch and well…you weren’t happy about that either.”
Price shifted against Soap, providing an electrifyingly delicious friction between his legs, which had slowly started creeping back to where they had been tangled around.
“I’m naked.” Soap shot Price a glare. How dare he take his clothes off in his intoxicated state last night.
“Thank you for stating the obvious. Now don’t look at me like that. The only thing I took off of you were your shoes. You did the rest of the stripping yourself.”
“Did we—uhm ya know?”
“Depends on what ‘ya know’ means to you. Did we fuck? No. Granted, there was a lot of flirting and begging on your part. Just when I thought I’d convinced you to be okay with just cuddling, you’d wrapped my hand around your cock and fucked yourself into it. Then promptly fell asleep like a terrible date.” Price sounded amused, and he was.
While it had been mildly shocking when Johnny had admitted he’d always fancied John, and he would have definitely made a pass at him if he hadn’t been with Ghost, he’d enjoyed himself. He wasn’t going to admit it right now, but he’d watched Johnny a time or two longer than he should have. Eyes lingering on his glistening form as he wiped away the sweat after a hard training. He tried not to spar with him too much, mostly because Soap was the king of pulling dirty moves to win, but also because he’d had to hide his erection a time or two when he’d gotten Johnny under him while he squirmed and grunted. Seeing Johnny completely naked last night had almost been his undoing, but he could never take advantage of him like that, no matter how enticing the offer of fucking him senseless had been.
“That’s…mortifying…I—-I should go.”
“Well I need breakfast, and you need to bathe, you smell like a bloody distillery. Go take a shower and meet me in the kitchen.”
Finally allowed to disentangle his limbs, Soap tugged a blanket off the chair next to the bed to wrap around his waist. Making his way to the bathroom he stopped for just a moment to look over his shoulder and mumble, “Price—um thank you.”
“Within these walls you’ll call me John. On base you’ll continue to use my title, but not here. Granted, I didn’t mind being called sir last night.” Price leveled Soap with a hungry gaze as his eyes roamed the remaining skin still exposed.
Soap’s ears burned hot, and a deep blush crept onto his cheeks. Scurrying off to the bathroom he barely heard the deep chuckle as he closed the door.
Stepping under the searing hot spray, Soap closed his eyes and tried desperately to remember more of the evening before. Flashes and snippets began to appear as he started to scrub; staring blankly at the wall he could hear himself.
Price you’re so nice, why couldn't Ghost be this nice?
Nooo, I wanna be in the bed.
Price - Johnny, why did you take all your clothes off?
Because I’m hot, and so are you sir, come ‘ere.
Uhhn fuck John, your hand feels so good. Bet your cock would feel so good in my ass sir. Don’t stop, please don’t stop. I’m gonna—Fuck!
Shower finished Soap stared at his reflection with wide eyes, unwilling to believe he made those lewd remarks to his captain. Anyone else he would believe, but not to Price. Price, who oddly doesn’t really seem to mind. Before he can dwell on it any longer Soap steps into the bedroom in his towel to find a set of clothes, sans underwear, waiting for him on the bed. Warmth fills his chest at the small gesture. Not having to wear his dirty grimy clothes from the bar is a blessing he won’t soon forget.
Awkward silence on Soap’s end and content on Price’s, a delicious homemade breakfast burrito, and copious amounts of coffee later, the two men slide into Price’s car and head in the direction of the base. Soap, who on a good day can barely go five minutes without talking, is the first to speak.
“So, is it John or Captain Price in the car? Feels like neutral ground to me.”
With a smile on his lips Price speaks, “There’s the cheeky man I know. John is fine in the car too.”
As they pull up to the gate Price speaks one last time, “Take care of yourself Johnny, and don’t let Gaz take you drinking anymore. He’s insane.”
“Thank you again…John. See you Monday.”
Price watches as Soap makes his way up the long road to the base. His hips slowly swaying in Price’s sweatpants. I wonder if he has underwear on under those. Shaking his head and blowing a deep breath through pursed lips Price throws the car in drive and all but sprays gravel as he starts the drive back home.
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Price really did feel bad for Soap. He and Ghost had been publicly together for the better part of three years. They’d been fucking longer than that though. Thinking they were sly and sneaking into Ghost’s room late at night. Showers at 2 a.m. where grunts and wet skin slapping together echoed out through the empty stalls. Price knew, he always knew. Whether it be witnessing it himself, or hearing the whispers through the rumor mill, he kept himself discreetly informed.
That’s honestly the only reason he’d agreed to go out with the group last night. Gaz is such a terrible influence, and he knew if he didn’t try to keep the boys on a short leash, Soap was going to end up waking tied to a stranger's bed with some new crazy STD the military would have to pay to find a cure for.