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Simon lost the coin toss to Soap for who would train the recruits this weekend. Everybody knew it was going to be a physically and mentally taxing shift because Gaz usually ran it. The sergeant was passionate about training and many of the exercises were ones that prompted the instructor to participate with the rest of the trainees.
The word soon spread to the pair that Gaz had been sent on a solo mission the next few days. It somehow already felt like the base was crumbling beneath its weight without Gaz effortlessly holding up the place. Price had called Ghost and Soap into his office and tossed Gaz’s four page training schedule — annotated and highlighted — in front of his soldiers.
“I don’t care who takes his spot, that is between you two to decide,” and before they could get a word of protest in Price finished firmly with, “dismissed… and no arguing until the door is closed behind you.”
Well that didn’t leave room for protest.
Soap let out an exacerbated sigh, snatched the packet from the desk and marched out of the room, Ghost hot on his partner's heels.
“I’ve got demolitions to teach on Sunday, so this is all yours, love.” Soap said and handed the cursed schedule to Simon without even looking back; which the latter ripped out of his hand.
“I’ve got reports to write and review. You can run the fucking training.” Ghost started flipping through the packet. “Adams’ on base this week, he can handle your damned pyromaniac lecture.” Soap chuckled at Ghost’s words.
“We’re covering chemistry right now. I’d pay money to see Adams try to substitute for me.” He could hear the grin in Johnny’s voice.
The men were walking in the direction of Ghost’s room, they had been just about to retire for the night when they were called in by Price. Soap had stopped sleeping in his own room close to their eight-months of dating, and it now being six months later, the path was now second nature for the Sergeant.
The Lieutenant’s room barely had anything in it besides the military’s standardized furniture before Soap forced his way into Ghost’s room. Just like the persistence he displayed while infiltrating his way into Ghost’s soul.
Ghost found his mind always drifting to Johnny. It was always simple things; Johnny needed new pencils, Johnny would hate the movie Price picked, the smell of a campfire reminding him of the night of their first kiss; when the twit somehow managed to light his pants on fire while trying to woo his CO. It truly disparaged Ghost when he remembered it worked.
Ghost thought the man had similarly planted himself into his room. Photos of the 141 pinned onto the wall. Sketchpads on the desk and drawings mounted next to the photos. Soap’s hoodie hung over the desk chair. A single daisy that the Sergeant had picked and presented to Ghost, sitting in a flask on the windowsill. Ghost will deny how flustered he became when that last one happened, especially because it had been in front of a group of recruits. Damn that bloody Scot.
In long strides Soap walked straight to the desk and grabbed the lucky peso he kept in the drawer, slapping it in Ghost’s hand when he approached.
“Heads or tails?” The Scot asked. When the masked man only glared back he continued, “I’ll sweeten the deal then, whoever loses gets a blowie.” He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head towards Ghost.
“Fine,” Ghost huffed, and put the coin on his thumb and flicked, “I call tails though.” The coin flew through the air and Ghost caught it, flipping it onto the back of his hand.
“Oh fuck off.”
“Ha! Heads,” Johnny exclaimed. The man crowded Ghost and backed him into the dresser, placing harsh kisses to his masked neck. It didn’t take long for Johnny to get on his knees, and Ghost had to admit it did sweeten the sting of the loss for a while.
The sting of betrayal only came back late that night. The couple in bed and the Scot wrapped around his back, voice dripping in comfort. “That was totally a win-win for me,” Johnny sassed.
Ghost yanked out of Johnny’s hold, taking the blankets with him. “Get off me ya cunt, only like me for my damned body.”
“That and your polite demeanor," Soap joked, pecking a kiss to Simon’s cheek while somehow managing to pull the larger man back towards him.
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Gaz’s training regime was brutal. Ghost wondered if the man gained some sick satisfaction from torturing people. The hours were long, and to top it off, today included a 10 mile run, which apparently alternated every week and the instructor was encouraged to participate. Just Ghost’s fucking luck.
He was in the middle of considering how long it would take for someone to notice, if he nabbed a pistol from the armory and blew his brains out in a low traffic restroom, when a disgustingly eager private approached.
“What’s on the menu today, sir?”
God this weekend was going to be so fucking long.
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By the time Sunday was coming to a close Ghost was dead on his feet. He made his way to his room for much needed rest, but not before he stopped by Johnny’s class to listen in on the lecture for a few minutes.
Ghost swears that if the military didn’t train spacial awareness so thoroughly, Johnny probably wouldn’t have noticed his presence at the door with how consumed and excited he was by the topic he taught. But sure enough, shortly after the masked figure arrived at his classroom door the cheeky bastard sent a wink his way, not skipping a beat in his lecture.
Ghost loved watching his partner teach, he could only describe Johnny as sexy when the man got that glint in his eyes and the way his speech picked up speed with pure passion. But once the amount of equations and diagrams on the boards started to worsen Ghost’s already present headache, he turned to get that sleep he so desperately needed.
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Ghost was reluctantly pulled from sleep by soft kisses trailing from his bare neck to his cheek, a testament to how tired he was that he hadn’t woken immediately when Soap entered their room.
“Hey, Si,” Soap’s lips pressed into his.
“Johnny,” Ghost greeted in return. “What time is it?”
“Only half past 20:00. Just wanted to know if you had eaten before the cafeteria closed for the night.”
“Mmm, yeah. Yeah I did. Grabbed an early dinner with the recruits after training.” Ghost’s eyelids were barely staying open as he responded. But he flipped onto his back and wrapped an arm around the back of Soap’s neck, pulling him into another kiss, which the Scot deepened. Ghost was familiar with this buzz that Soap was left with after teaching, often his energy was so high Ghost would throw Soap's gym bag at him and push him out of the door to blow off some energy. Or sometimes he helped his lover in… other ways.
Soap had one knee on the bed and was leaning over Ghost. The Lieutenant reached his other hand to drift up Soap’s untucked shirt and graze the man's stomach, fingers brushing through the hair below his navel, then moving up to stroke across his chest. Johnny shivered at the contact. His eyes focused on Ghost’s face in a heady gaze.
“I was gonna hit the gym,” Soap said, with the hint of a question in his tone.
“Too bad Sergeant. Feel like I haven’t had you close in days.” It wasn’t too far from the truth with how busy the pair had been. Soap just hummed and started placing wet kisses behind Ghost’s ear, who could feel his breathing start to pick up. That being combined with the exhaustion created a dizzying experience.
Soap finally climbed fully over Simon and hitched up the shirt of the man below him. His hands felt heavy and hot on the skin of Ghost’s waist where they settled. Soap’s kisses grew wetter as he sucked down his CO’s neck, making his way to his chest, grazing a thumb over a pierced nipple that started hardening at the touch. A tongue started to lap at the other that held a matching black piercing.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get over these,” Soap groaned, mouth quick to resume in its heavenly ministrations, teeth pulling at the bar. The heat from the hand that remained at his hip seemed to radiate warmth throughout the rest of his body.
Ghost could feel his briefs dampen and his cock start to swell. Soap pushed Ghost’s shirt up further in encouragement to take it off, which Simon happily complied in.
“Ye know, I stopped by during the hand-to-hand portion of the training.” Johnny whispered as he left sucking wet bruises trailing down Ghost’s scarred torso. The Lieutenant could barely think and felt as if he was working overtime to understand the words coming out of the Scot’s mouth.
“I didn’t see you.”
“I made sure of that, was practically hiding in one of the bushes. I’ve always had a rough time watching you on the mat. Every time it ends with me trying to hide my hard-on” Johnny's voice was muted from his mouth never really leaving Simon’s skin. The man hooked his fingers into Ghost’s waistband and dragged the cloth down inch by inch. Each new expanse being ravished by Johnny’s tongue and teeth.
The garment eventually fully came off, Ghost’s cunt being exposed to the air. Johnny was laying between his legs, the briefs in his hand, eyes staring at the item. Before Ghost could ask Johnny to show them to him, assuming there was a hole that needed patching, a drenched spot in the cloth came into full view. Johnny had a teasing look in his eye when he met his partner's blushing face. Ghost could see the smug retort forming on his lips. “Eager—”
“Not another word out of that goddamned mouth,” Ghost’s voice stern in an attempt to cover the embarrassment.
Surprisingly, Johnny listened. He tossed the briefs onto the floor with Ghost’s other clothes and forced Simon’s legs up to his chest, holding them in place. Then the bastard slowly dragged his soft tongue from Simon’s cunt to his cock, keeping sharp eye contact with Simon the entire time.
A harsh breath was pushed out of Simon at the feeling and his abs clenched, Johnny knew how to work him up and tease until his blood started pumping.
Soap started with kitten licks to his cock, circling the protrusion in greedy movements, then he wrapped his lips around it and sucked. Simon could feel the heartbeat in his cock pulsing between Johnny’s lips and the pleasure ran warm and tingly through his body. Simon tossed his head back and a groan escaped his mouth, even though Jonny wasn’t in his sight anymore Ghost knew that the Scot’s eyes were still staring straight up at him, taking in all of his trembling reactions.
Johnny didn’t let up and only continued to ravish Simon like his life depended on it. The man barely blinked while looking up at his lover, trying to soak in each moment as if they hadn’t done this exact thing a million times, as if this was going to be the very last. Johnny alternated between sucking Simon’s cock into his mouth while circling the tip with his tongue and dipping down to push said tongue into Simon’s cunt, upper lip or nose always keeping in contact with the swollen cock.
“Please Johnny, please.” Simon's whole body felt like it was fighting overstimulation while simultaneously not getting enough. He gripped the sheets next to him in a tight hold, sweat beaded on his chest.
“Fuck I love when you ask so nicely. I’m the only one who gets to hear that word come from you.” Johnny’s words send vibrations into Simon’s flesh.
“Johnny please!”
“Okay. Sorry, love.” Johnny pushed his tongue into Simon one more time, testing the resistance before he went back to sucking Simon’s cock. Johnny teased his entrance with two fingers, coating the digits in the slick combination of Simon and his spit. Johnny didn’t waste time and dipped a finger into Simon, quickly adding the second.
“Fuck Johnny. Please please please.” Simon didn’t know what exactly he was begging for that his partner wasn’t already doing, but during sex his vocabulary consisted mostly of those three words. The pressure of Johnny’s fingers in his cunt as he abused Simon’s cock with suction and the vibration of his groans made Simon feel like he was floating through space. Johnny wrapped an arm around one of Simon’s bent legs and rested his warm hand below his navel. Johnny pushed on Simon’s belly, matching the rhythm of his fingers in his hot wet cunt.
“Fuckin hell,” A string a curse followed from Ghost’s lips as his lover continued pulling pleasure from his body, playing him as if he was a familiar instrument. He barely lasted another minute before Simon was coming. His thighs clenched around Johnny’s head and back arched, which did not deter the man from continuing as if Simon’s pleasure was his only nourishment. Loud moans and curses fell from Simon’s lips.
Soon Simon’s nerves felt like they were being electrocuted. He let go of the sheets he was practically tearing holes in and landed a hand into Johnny’s hair, tugging his head back from his sensitive aching flesh.
“Fuck, that will always be my favorite.” Johnny sat up on his knees. His face was flushed and he wore a wide grin, his lips and chin glistened. One of Johnny’s hands was in his unbuttoned pants and they were pushed down just enough for Simon to see Johnny gripping the base of his cock trying to stave off his own pleasure.
Simon didn’t have words, he was breathing heavily and his mind was still fuzzy around the edges. Johnny tilted his head and wiped his face on the sleeve of his shirt, he laid over Simon and kissed down his neck and chest, waiting for Simon to come down from his high.
Simon slowly wrapped his arms around Johnny’s back and started dragging the shirt up in a lazy motion.
The Scot met his eyes. “Haven't gotten enough, love?” Johnny took off the shirt. “You got my mouth, my fingers. Need my cock too?” The stubborn part of Simon wanted to protest to maintain his dignity, but the words sounded so sweet to his ears and that was exactly what he wanted. He knew this was Soap’s way of checking in, there were times Simon couldn’t continue. Sometimes it was physical and other times he got in his own head, bad memories finding their way to the surface.
Simon just nodded his head and pressed a deep kiss to Johnny’s lips and he felt the man’s hands massage his thighs and hips. Words felt too difficult to find at the moment. Johnny licked into his mouth and Simon wrapped his arms around the Scot’s neck.
“Not in a talking mood?” Johnny asked in a soft voice and pressed kisses behind Simon’s ear. Simon gave the back of Soap’s neck two firm squeezes.
“Alright, love. Wanna keep going?” Johnny often wanted the extra clarification when Simon slipped into his head like this. Simon nodded once more and repeated the two squeezes.
Johnny broke away to reach into their nightstand. “On our sides okay?” He asked, pulling Simon’s toy out. It was a small stroker that vibrated, made to fit around Simon’s cock with a suction. Johnny set it down at the head of the bed. Just the sight of the familiar toy made Simon shudder, he nodded vigorously and sighed heavily. Nodded for the toy, for the positioning, everything. Johnny could do anything he wanted as long as he was doing it to Simon.
Johnny moved Simon onto his side and stripped his remaining clothing before pressing up against Simon’s back. One of Johnny’s arms wrapped under Simon’s neck and closed so his head was in the crook of Johnny’s elbow, keeping him in place and letting the man use his bicep as a pillow. Johnny pressed soft kisses to the back of Simon’s neck and gripped his cock, lining it up with Simon’s cunt. He teased gentle circles at his entrance with the fat head of it. “So beautiful, Si.”
Simon whined and gripped the muscular forearm around his neck to steady himself, pushing his hips back into Johnny’s. The Scot left out a soft chuckle. Even though Simon wasn’t speaking he could practically hear the, ‘get the fuck on with it Sergeant.’
Johnny pushed his cock into Simon who sighed contently, listening to Johnny's deep breathing next to his ear. Each of the men felt pleasurable static where they were connected. Over the next minute Johnny slowly dragged himself in and out, going a little bit deeper with each thrust, giving Simon time to adjust.
Johnny eventually bottomed out and the heavy weight of Johnny inside him felt so right, Simon could practically feel the warmth of it heating up his belly. Simon squeezed Johnny’s forearm twice, ‘hurry up already.’
Johnny’s chest was heaving and he let out an exacerbated laugh into the back of Simon’s neck, “love, you may be ready but I need another second so I can make this last.”
A few more moments pass, the time filled with Johnny’s gentle kisses to all of Simon’s skin he could reach, and his large hand rubbing his hip. Eventually Johnny pulls out and pushes back to the hilt into Simon’s fluttering cunt. Johnny repeats the motions, each thrust picking up speed and intensity.
“Ah ah!” The satisfied sounds Simon lets out with each thrust only spur Johnny on. If Simon's mind had been slowly floating away earlier it was now completely gone.
“So fucking good for me Si, so beautiful,” Johnny praised and continued his strong thrusts into Simon, who was releasing the most heavenly moans from his plush bitten lips. They stayed like that for a while, drinking in each other's sounds and movements and Johnny started playing with the piercings in Simon’s nipples. Simon felt as if there was an invisible string from his nipples to his aching cock, each tug of the bar sending a pulse between his legs.
Johnny moved from Simon’s nipples to his hand, taking it in his and slowly moving it down Simon’s torso. He directed it between Simon’s legs to feel where they were connected, Johnny still moving in and out of his lover.
“You feel that love, you take me so fucking well. Opening right up for me, so gorgeous.” Johnny could feel Simon clench down on his cock at his words. “Such a good boy.” Johnny pushed Simon’s fingers right against his own entrance to get them wet with his own slick. He then moved Simon’s finger up to his neglected cock, hand right over his CO’s, directing them in slow circles. “Feel good, Si?”
Simon nodded and cried out at the feeling. Johnny let them stay like this for a long time, listening to the harmonies of his lover’s cries and the wet sound of him pushing in and out of his cunt. Simon was so shaky with stimulation he barely had control of his fine motor skills, so Johnny continued to move Simon’s hand over his cock.
Simon could feel the waves of pleasure starting to build in his abdomen. The feeling similar to the receding of an ocean before a storm hit as he felt his orgasm build. But Simon wouldn’t be able to be face to face with Johnny as they went over the edge and for some reason that was unacceptable.
Simon tapped the forearm snug around his neck thrice. Johnny stopped his thrusting and held Simon's hand where he had been controlling it like a marionette on his cock. “You okay love?” Simon nodded and squeezed his arm twice. And Simon could thank every god that Johnny knew him so well.
“Want to switch positions?”
Simon nodded quickly and once again squeezed Johnny’s arm. “Okay, what would you like? Missionary, doggy, cowgirl?” Johnny listed a few of Simon’s favorites. Simon tapped once. “As you wish,” and he kissed Simon's neck a few more times before pulling out and manhandling Simon onto his back.
Johnny hovered over Simon and he settled his cock so that it was on top of Simon’s, pressing a thumb against his shaft and moving in small thrusts so it moved against Simon’s. Johnny was staring into his heavy lidded red eyes. He looked fucked out beyond measure. “God I missed that look,” Johnny kissed his cheeks, tear tracks wet against his lips. “I was thinking about switching to this so I could see you again but you seemed to be enjoying yourself so much.”
Johnny lifted Simon’s legs so that they were bracing his hips and moved his cock back to Simon’s entrance, pushing back into his warmth. With his thrusts once again steadily picking up Johnny leaned down over Simon’s body and kissed him deeply. He licked across Simon’s lips and the man instantly opened for him, letting Johnny press his soft tongue against Simon’s.
Johnny continued fucking him and ravishing his mouth in languid kisses, their foreheads touching when they needed air. Johnny moved his lips to Simon’s neck sucking bruises to his pale skin.
Simon barely noticed when Johnny reached out for the toy laying next to his head. In the corner of his eye he could see Johnny lick the hole where his cock would go and then spit into the toy. The wet kisses to Simon’s neck resumed as Johnny’s index finger moved the spit around inside of the toy to coat it completely. Simon felt a ball of anticipation curl in his stomach.
Johnny’s heavy cock dragged against the walls of his cunt so perfectly with each thrust. Simon felt Johnny dip his hand down with the toy and rub it along his cock then move the wet silicone onto him, pinching the toy lightly to suction it in place. Johnny started to lightly tug the toy, continuing the bites to his neck, continuing to fuck Simon into the mattress.
Simon was already in what he imagined heaven to be, but then Johnny clicked a button and it started vibrating around Simon’s sensitive cock. The thrusts in his cunt getting harder and deeper.
“Ohhhh, fuck. Ahhh, ah, ahh.” Simon had no control over his body let alone the sounds he was making. His hands were wrapped around Johnny’s back like his legs were hugging his hips, Simon’s nails dug into the muscles of the sergeant’s back. Johnny jerked the toy around Simon’s cock incessantly, and Simon could feel that tide start to recede once more. His ears were rigging and he felt like he was crying. Distantly Simon heard Johnny speak.
“So good for me Si. It’s okay, I’ve got you. Let go.” The words were groaned into his neck. And with that, Simon felt that giant wave rise and hit him, Simon cried out and his body shook with his orgasm, it felt like pulses of lightning were traveling through his blood stream, starting at his cunt and radiating out to the rest of his body where it left tingles in his scalp and his curled toes.
Simon was still shaking with his orgasm, his cunt tightening down onto Johnny’s cock when the other gasped and came deep inside of him. Johnny’s hips stuttering and hitting Simon’s with force. Simon could feel Johnny's cock and cum so hot and deep, pulsing inside of him. A lucid Simon probably would have sent a small prayer out for his IUD, but currently he could only hold his lover close as the last dregs of his orgasm ebbed and flowed through him. Johnny ground his cock into Simon, the curtains of his partner's orgasm beginning to close as well. The mixture of Johnny's movements and the toy still vibrating on Simon’s cock sent him head first into overstimulation.
Simon reached a shaking hand down to Johnny’s, signifying he was done, and the man turned the toy off. Simon couldn’t tell if there was still a cacophony playing in his head or if everything was deathly silent. Somehow the two always felt the same to Simon.
He let himself drift above his body for a long time, trying to remember how to breathe and rewire his nerves back to Earth. Eventually he started to feel Johnny scattering kisses to his face then his lips, which felt a little numb. In fact his whole body felt like there were traces of lidocaine in his skin.
“ — Si? Are ye coming back to me, love?” Johnny’s voice was soft and sweet. Simon forced himself to focus his eyes and look at his partner. “There you are.” Johnny was holding Simon’s face in his hands, lightly rubbing at his scalp and temples, wiping tears from his cheeks. He pressed a kiss to his forehead and Simon’s eyes fluttered shut.
“You were out for longer than normal.” Johnny chuckled to himself, slightly smug but there was still a hint of concern in his tone. “You okay?”
Simon nodded his heavy head and squeezed twice where his hand rested on Johnny's waist. The grin Johnny gave him was so bright Simon felt like he could start crying all over again.
“Hey, are ye okay if I start getting us cleaned up?” Another nod from Simon. “Alright, I’m gonna have to pull out and take the toy off.” Two squeezes. Johnny did both, withdrawing his softening cock and breaking the suction of the toy with a pop. His actions were sure and steady but gentle. The stimulation of such sensitive areas sent a shiver up Simon's spine, but Johnny kissed him and it was alright.
Johnny massaged life back into Simon's body. “I’m gonna go run a bath, I’ll be back in a minute, okay?” Another nod of confirmation was still all Simon could manage, but with the parting words Johnny pulled the blankets over Simon and went into the bathroom.
Simon could recognize now that he was in subspace, but it felt good, he knew he was safe with Johnny so he let himself stay there. The few times Simon tried to have sex after he was captured by Roba lead to a full dissociation that made his skin crawl and his body feel dirty, a headspace that felt like it left a grimy film on his skin. That was prior to meeting Johnny and Simon had been worried that it would be the same with the sergeant.
Thankfully the couple learned how to navigate sex together. Discovering the triggers that detached Simon from his body, and learning how to communicate to avoid such things. At this point in their relationship the changes they have made are now habits, the two barely have to think about it to keep each other safe during sex.
Johnny allows Simon to feel so soft and safe with the other man, and he doesn’t know how to articulate how much that means to Simon. Two things that are essentially nonexistent in Simon's role in the 141.
Simon hears the other man exiting the bathroom and walking back towards him. The sound of running water was audible from the bathroom. Johnny grazed his hands down Simon’s arms until they held his lieutenant's hands. “Ready?”
“Mhm.”
Johnny helped Simon up and they walked to the bathroom. The air was warm and the water even better. Johnny slid in behind Simon in the tub and lathered a washcloth to begin running it across Simon’s body.
“I love you so much,” Johnny professed into Simon’s skin. It was far from the first time the words were spoken between them, but sometimes it felt like the words carried a little more weight with each experience and day that they spent together. An affirmation of promises made and how their affection towards the other would never be stagnant.
Simon tilted his head to look back at Johnny. “I love you too.” Simon's voice only a whisper. It was as simple as that somehow, they remained in this fight together. Johnny leaned in to kiss Simon, soft yet deep.
They made quick work of getting themselves cleaned up, Simon still feeling pleasantly fuzzy and probably would for the remainder of the night. Simon finished his routine, brushing his teeth and washing his face while Johnny stripped and remade the bed.
Once Johnny finished he slid behind Simon and wrapped his arms around the man, kissing his shoulder and meeting his gaze in the bathroom mirror. The pair smiled and laughed at each other, Simon rolling his eyes.
Since Johnny learned how to read Simon’s face, especially with his mask on, Johnny realized how expressive Simon’s eyes were. To the point where he believed Simon wearing only sunglasses could probably hide his emotions better than wearing the mask.
“Bed?” Johnny asked, rubbing Simon’s chest.
“Please.”