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It was almost time. Simon fixed the collar on his button down. It was a dark grey that he had paired with dark dress pants and nice shoes. Not his usual attire but he could manage for the night. He wanted to look nice if he was going to take Johnny on a date, he owed the man that much.
He had already wandered down the motor pool earlier and asked the nearest Vaquero if they could set aside a set of keys for him. Much like Alejandro said, they had jumped at the opportunity to do something for him. Asking what kind of vehicle he wanted, what kind of specifications or armored modifications he wanted. He had chuckled and said that just a normal street vehicle would be fine.
He couldn’t help but notice that the keys placed in his hand belonged to what looked like the nicest non-armored truck in the entire motor pool. He smiled and thanked the man who had given them to him. He promised to use the sigh-out sheet and bring it back without a scratch.
Simon currently stared into the mirror, he ran his fingers through his hair. It was fluffy, blond strands laying across his head, puffing up just a bit at the cow lick at his temple. He checked his watch, it was time to go get Johnny. He grabbed his mask but before he could put it on he paused.
He looked into the mirror, his hair looked nice, he had spent a decent amount of time trying to get it to do exactly what he wanted and he was satisfied with the results. He considered the mask, if he wore it then it would certainly mess up his hair.
Weighing his options, he decided to toss the mask back on his bed. He would be fine walking through the base without it on. He could do that much, especially since he wanted to look nice for the man.
Simon took a deep breath and opened his door. Closing it behind him and solidifying the thought that he would do a hell of a lot for this man. He rolled his eyes at his own thoughts, fucking Scotts.
It was a short walk down the hall to Johnny’s room and at precisely seven he knocked politely on the door. The door opened within seconds, and he smirked down at the man, “Eager are we?”
Johnny just stared up at him, a faint blush across his cheeks as he took him in. Simon could feel the man’s eyes rake down his body as if it were a physical touch. He tried his hardest not to shiver.
Instead, he looked at the man in front of him, he was dressed in a tight blue polo. The sleeves hugged his biceps, the material looking slightly strained around the bulk of them. The fabric of his shirt clung to his chest, and he couldn’t help but appreciate the look of it. Johnny looked like he had been sculpted by the gods and he was simply lucky enough to be able to witness it.
He stepped forward into Johnny’s space, he was hit with the smell of cologne, and it almost made his eyes flutter. He wanted to lean in and just smell the man, he resisted the urge but it was a difficult task. Johnny looked and smelled so damn good.
“Suppose you do clean up nice,” he praised, and he could see Johnny preen at the compliment.
“You are so hot,” the words seemed to tumble out of his mouth and Simon just smiled down as the man blushed. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to Johnny’s lips. The door swung closed behind him as he grabbed Johnny’s face.
His lips were warm, and Simon was engulfed in the mouthwatering scent of Johnny’s cologne. He couldn’t tell what it was, but he never wanted to stop smelling it.
He kissed the man fiercely, trying to pull him as close as possible. Johnny’s mouth opened in a moan as their bodies pressed together and he couldn’t help but lick at the man’s lips, his tongue slipping into his mouth. Their tongues danced as they swapped spit, both holding, grabbing onto each other trying to get as close as possible.
When they were both truly breathless, they separated. Simon still held Johnny close to his body, they were pressed together from hips to chest, their foreheads resting against each other.
Johnny let out a shaky breath, “I’m pretty sure you are supposed to kiss me goodnight after the date, not before.”
Simon groaned, a hand on Johnny’s hip pulling them flush against each other. He couldn’t help but grind forward a bit, he was already half hard just from kissing, “Do you even know what you do to me?”
Johnny laughed, “I might have an idea.”
Ghost let his eyes fall closed as he dipped his head, pressing kisses into the soft skin of his neck, “I really don’t think you do Johnny. In that truck, when you offered to blow me in the middle of the road. You drive me insane. Didn’t even know who I was, and you were offering me that?”
Johnny let out a chuckle it broke off into a breathy sound as he continued to kiss him, lips trailing down his jaw, “Do you know how hard it was to say no?”
Johnny moaned as he pressed a kiss into a particularly sensitive spot on his neck, “You could have said yes.”
“You and I both know I couldn’t have. I did however jerk off in the shower to the thought of it, the thought of your lips on my cock as I drive. Fuck I’d wreck that damn truck so fast if you every did that.”
Johnny hummed, “Why did you say no Simon? You had me, even then I was yours.”
He growled, nipping at the junction of his neck and shoulder, relishing in the keening noise that it drew out of him, “I’m just a gentleman like that.”
Johnny moaned, loud, “Such a softie.”
“You love it.”
“I do,” he hummed, “I told you then, the fucking chivalry. Gets me weak in the damn knees. Not used to anyone being nice about boundaries and shit- Simon! Fuck whatever you are doing don’t fucking stop.”
He chuckled, letting go of the skin he had sucked into his mouth from below Johnny’s collar. He looked the man in the eyes, “I still need to take you to dinner darling. Then we can get back to this.”
Johnny honest to god whined at that, looking up at Simon with pleading eyes, “Haven’t we waited long enough Simon? Dinner can wait.”
He had to contain a growl at the man’s words, his restraint had been paper-thin at best. He didn’t have the strength to resist Johnny’s request.
“Fuck chivalry. I’m going to fuck you through your bed, we can go out tomorrow. You gonna let me, Johnny? Let me take you apart, make you mine?”
If the moan that the man let out was anything to go off of, that was an affirmative. But he wanted to hear it anyway, “Nothing to say Johnny? I can never seem to get you to shut up and now you go quiet on me?”
The man was breathless as Simon’s hands explored his body, finding every spot that was sensitive. Giving special attention to any spot that caused him to moan. Johnny’s hands found their way to his shoulders, eventually having to push him away so he could get his breath back.
Simon went willingly, when he pulled back, he delighted in the sight of the shorter man. His hair was slightly wild, pupils blown wide with desire, and lips parted with small pants coming out of him.
Johnny took his time to unbutton Ghost’s shirt from the bottom up. The garment falling open and exposing his chest and stomach. Simon watched the man’s pupils blow wide with desire. Then to screw up slightly in confusion. His hand skimmed across his chest, and he tried not to shiver at the feeling, and stopped at the secondary chain on his neck.
“What is this?”
Simon looked down and realized that he was still wearing it. He hardly knew why he had taken it upon himself to make the thing in the first place. He supposed he should probably try to explain.
“I just figured that if it was around my neck, it would never hurt you again. That it was a trophy, proof that you survived. I couldn’t just throw that away.”
The other’s hand came up to play with the bullet that hung on the chain on Simon’s neck. The very same bullet that he had dug out of Johnny’s arm. It settled just under the hollow of his collar bones by the chain of his dog tags. He looked at the man and expected to see some sort of negative emotions. Instead, he just saw raw desire in his eyes.
Then he had his arms full of the man. Their mouth’s smashed together in a clash of teeth and tongue. Simon couldn’t help the moan that he let out when Johnny’s bit down on his bottom lip. Johnny was frantic, panting into his mouth before tearing himself away.
Johnny held him at arm’s length and watched at him with a desperate look that took his breath away. Then the man fucking spoke, “Let me suck your dick. Simon let me do this, ever since that damn truck I have wanted to feel you so bad. Let me do this for you.”
Simon felt like he had been punched in the gut with desire, his own erection now on the border of painfully hard in his trousers. He was breathless and he just nodded his confirmation to Johnny. That was all he needed because he was suddenly pulling him harshly, in a whirl of motion Simon was suddenly pushed up against the wall.
His back connected hard and he let out a gasp. His mouth was instantly covered by a searing kiss as Johnny pressed into his front. Then just as fast as it came, the kiss vanished and he was left moaning at Johnny’s wandering hands.
He dropped to his knees before him, hands instantly going to his belt as he looked up at Simon as if he were an idol he was about to worship. His gaze hot and determined.
The look in Johnny’s eyes alone was enough to tear a moan from his lips. Then the man was touching him, and it was all he could do to keep his hips from jerking forward. Johnny, unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, letting them fall to his ankles, teasing his fingertips under the waistband of his boxers.
Simon let out a groan, “Don’t be a tease.”
“Come on Simon, let me have this. Let me take my time,” he whined. He truly hoped that this man didn’t figure out too soon that he could have whatever he wanted. Simon would give him anything.
Luckily the man didn’t play with him too much more. Instead deciding that he wanted the boxers off so he could get his hands on Simon’s skin. He pulled down the offending article of clothing and let it pool around his feet. Simon looked down and saw his mouth hanging open, as if he were about to start drooling at the sight of his cock.
He chuckled darkly, his cock giving a twitch of interest at the sight of Johnny on his knees with his mouth wide open before him. He reached out, his hand coming up to gently grasp the back of Johnny’s head and with the other grabbed the base of his own erection.
“Aww, did I surprise you, love? What? Did you expect me to be small,” he gave himself a few pumps, rolling his hips a bit just to show off. How could he not with the way that Johnny was looking at him?
“S-Simon,” Johnny looked up at him, eyes pleading.
“I’ve got you Johnny, just open that mouth for me. Let me see those pretty lips around my cock.”
Johnny’s jaw practically fell open with how slack it got. He pulled gently at Johnny’s head and slowly fed his cock to him. Letting out a satisfied groan as he felt the warm wetness of Johnny’s mouth envelope the tip. Johnny moaned at the feeling of him in his mouth and Ghost knew he was gone for this man.
Then Johnny slowly lowered himself down onto his cock, wet heat slowly covering his entire length. His head fell back against the wall, eyes fluttering slightly. He gently, tentatively pumped his hips forward, holding Johnny’s head still with his hand.
The man made a pleased noise that hummed out along him and sent thrills up his spine. His voice was broken as he spoke, “Johnny- Johnny, can I- ah!”
He pulled back looking up at Simon and he couldn’t help but get lost in those eyes, “What do you want? Tell me and you can have it.”
“I want to fuck your face, I want to cum down your damn throat,” his breath hitched at the look on Johnny’s face at that, “Johnny…”
The man smirked, he knew exactly what he was doing to Simon and seemed to love it. He ran his hands up his thighs, squeezing the muscle there, “Do you want to finish in my mouth or in me LT? I don’t know about you but I’m usually only good for one.”
Simon raised a brow, his own smirk on his face, “Really? I usually get two, don’t need it, but I can do it pretty easily.”
Johnny’s jaw dropped and his pupils looked wide as bullet holes in his irises. The man bit his lip before responding, “Do ye even know how hot you are? Fuck yeah you can fuck my face as long as you fuck me afterwards.”
“I can do that, c’mere Johnny,” he laced his fingers through his mohawk and tightened his grip, Johnny moaned at the sensation. Then he pulled his face closer and thrust his cock back into his mouth with a smooth motion of his hips, he didn’t stop until he was seated all the way in Johnny’s throat.
The man didn’t even gag and started hollowing his cheeks to suck on the base of him that was in his mouth. Simon’s eyes rolled to the ceiling as he slowly pulled back out. He started a smooth and slow pace, fucking into Johnny’s throat tenderly.
It felt so fucking good he thought he might die. He could get lost in the feeling of Johnny around him. The man took him so perfectly that he barely knew what to do with himself, he could barely contain his thrusts. He didn’t want to hurt him so he kept it as slow as he could, just enjoying the feeling.
A moan was forced out of his lips as Johnny sucked at him, handing coming up to play with his balls.
“Fuck! You feel so good,” he panted, “So good at taking my cock. Like you were made for it.”
Johnny moaned at the praise, racking up his pleasure higher. Words flowed out of his mouth and he didn’t have it in him to keep them in, “So good, so gorgeous for me. Like sucking my dick don’t you? Like the feeling, sweetheart?”
The moan from the kneeling man was obscene and he could’ve sworn that he saw the man’s hips twitch at his words.
He chuckled, the sound bordering on cruel, “Do you like when I talk dirty to you, gorgeous?”
The man’s head bobbed on his cock in a bastardization of a nod, the motion filled him with pleasure and he couldn’t contain the sharp thrust of his hips. His dick buried itself deep in his throat, the tightness squeezing the head and he could feel himself getting closer.
The noises coming out of him were filthy and he couldn’t bring himself to care if anyone heard them, “Ahhh Johnny! Fuck. You take me so well.”
The hand that had been gently squeezing his balls traveled up and wrapped around the base of his cock. Johnny slid back to make room for his own hand and started to suck at the head of his dick. Swirling his tongue around the tip and then taking him down his throat. The hand thrusting along with his mouth.
Ghost couldn’t control his movements anymore, so he didn’t mind when Johnny’s other hand came up to pin his hip back to the wall and keep him in place.
“Just like that, I’m close Johnny, don’t fucking stop.”
The man seemed to double his efforts, more pressure in his hand, more suction from his mouth. Simon didn’t even know if he believed in heaven, but he knew that this had to be it. His own breathy gasps were foreign to him, getting louder and louder as Johnny worked him.
It only took a few more thrusts of Johnny’s head, his dick buried into that tight heat then he was suddenly crying out. His vision going blurry as his eyes rolled into the back of his head at the intense pleasure. He jerked in his mouth, coming down Johnny’s throat.
He slowed down but didn’t stop. Throat working around him to swallow his cum. The feeling made his dick twitch, another rope of cum painting the back of his throat.
Johnny moaned around him and threw him into oversensitivity. His body jerked at the almost painful sensation. His hand flew back to his head from where they had been resting on his shoulders. Johnny tensed, preparing for the man to pull him off but Simon couldn’t bring himself to leave the beautiful sensation of his mouth.
Instead, he grabbed his hair and dragged him along his cock in time with his jerky, slow thrusts. The oversensitivity made his teeth clench, it felt so fucking good and like too fucking much all at once.
He worked Johnny’s mouth until he made himself whimper, then he released him and sagged against the wall, panting hard. At some point his eyes had closed without him realizing and he couldn’t bother to open them right now. Not when it was taking so much effort to just stay standing.
Eventually his breathing evened out a bit and he could open his eyes, even if his insides felt like mush from the mind-blowing orgasm. He looked down and instantly felt like the breath was taken out of him again.
Johnny was looking up at him, mohawk a mess, lips puffy from abuse, his eyes blown wide with desire. The man looked damn good on his knees in front of him, especially like that.
Johnny’s voice was a bit rough when he spoke, the accent and scratch of it sent desire shooting into his core, “You are so fucking hot Simon. Never had someone hold my head down after they finished. Look so good shaking and whimpering because of me. You like that don’t you? The overstimulation after you cum?”
He reached out, pulling the man to his feet so he could reach him better and nodded, “Aye.”
His grin was almost feral, teeth flashing dangerously, “Wicked.”
Then their lips crashed together. He didn’t even know which one of them had initiated it but he knew that when he dipped his tongue into his mouth and tasted himself he moaned directly into Johnny’s mouth.
It was so erotic it made his head spin, kissing Johnny and tasting the consequences of their actions, it was enough to get his softening dick to twitch. Not enough to get him hard, not this quick. But he knew that soon he would be hard and aching for this perfect man in front of him.
“You have too many clothes on,” he said as he bullied the man back and stripped him of his clothes efficiently. Soon enough all their clothes were tossed around on the floor and the two of them were falling onto Johnny’s bed in a tangle of limbs.
He barely noticed the drop and sudden stop of their fall. Only going a little breathless as he landed on his side. Simon lunged forward to claim Johnny’s mouth in another kiss.
He didn’t know how he had lived so long without him. He wanted to be exactly like this forever, wrapped around Johnny. Touching his skin, exploring his mouth, feeling the emotion pouring off the other man. He wanted Simon just as bad, he could feel it, there wasn’t any need for words.
He kissed Johnny until they were both breathless and panting. The other’s hands clutching at him desperately, “Simon. Touch me. C’mon don’t make me beg for it.”
“Not unless you want to, love. Don’t worry I’ll take care of you.”
He planned on doing just that. He traced his hands down Johnny’s strong body, fingers tracing the hard lines of muscle that he found, skirting around scars and faded marks. He let his hands skate across his hips, ignoring his hard cock between his legs
Instead, his hands dipped down and grabbed his ass. Johnny’s moan was obscene, and he drank it in with a smile, “You’re mine now Johnny. I’ve wanted you since we met on that tarmac and now I finally have you in my grasp.”
He surged in for another kiss, a hand going between his legs and circling his hole gently, “Tell me Johnny, tell me your mine. Tell me I’m yours. Tell me you want this as bad as I do.”
Johnny nodded frantically, eyes unfocused at the speed of his movement, “Yours Simon. All yours. Please take me, fuck please take me. Be mine, need you to be mine.”
He smiled and kissed his cheek gently. He opened the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed and rummaged around until he found a bottle of lube, thank god Johnny had some. He didn’t know if he would survive going back to his room to get his own.
He quickly coated his fingers with a generous amount, “All yours Johnny, I’m all yours.”
The man whined as he gently pressed a finger inside. The noise was desperate and filled with filthy pleasure. Simon kissed him, felt him panting into his mouth as he slowly fingered him open. He was tight, the heat of his body, even just around his finger was almost enough to drive him mad.
He whispered dirty words into Johnny’s mouth until he was twitching at them. Writhing on his fingers as he slowly added more. He bucked his hips, trying to fuck himself deeper on his hand.
“Good boy Johnny,” he whispered, “So good for me. I know you want it, just a little longer. I have to get you ready for me. You saw how big I am, don’t want to hurt you.”
“Ready,” he panted, “I’m ready. I can take it Simon. Please, just fuck me already, I need you.”
“Just a bit more sweetheart, just a little bit more. Relax, just enjoy it,” Ghost murmured to him softly.
He could tell it felt good. The way that Johnny was arching off the bed every time his fingers crooked against that spot deep inside like he had been struck with a live wire. The noises that flowed from in his chest. The look of blissed out pleasure that was clear as day across his face. It was driving him wild. The man below him truly was perfect in every way.
Simon scissored his fingers inside of him, making sure that he was stretched and ready. He could have probably taken Johnny without issue minutes ago, but he wanted to wait. He wanted to be sure that he wouldn’t hurt the man. He couldn’t stand the thought of putting him into discomfort, he wanted to make Johnny feel good. He needed it as much as he needed to breath, Johnny’s pleasure was intwined with his own at this point and he never wanted to break free of it.
His own cock was hard and leaking from where it was pinned between him and the bed. He twitched every time Johnny thrust his hips up, searching friction. He left his own cock aching and untouched and he leaned down to kiss up the length of Johnny’s.
The man let out a high keening sound, hands coming down to fist into his hair. Simon smiled as he was pulled up. Johnny’s chest heaved and he continued to gently fuck his fingers into him.
“As much as I would love that Simon, you are killing me here and I’m not going to last if you put your mouth on me.”
“Another time then?”
Johnny groaned and nodded, “Fuck yes. Need you to fuck me now.”
He couldn’t help himself with one little indulgence, he bit into the delicious line of his hip bone harshly. His tongue quickly soothed over the bite as an apology even if he was anything but sorry, in fact he hoped that it made a mark. Simon slowly pulled his fingers out and moved up his body, chuckling as his hips jerked trying to chase the feeling of his fingers. He shushed Johnny’s whimper at the loss of sensation.
He lined his body over Johnny, holding himself up with one arm as he started to search through his drawer again, “Condoms, Johnny?”
The man looked at him, a bit of confusion in his eyes before he blinked hard and gestured to the drawer he was already looking in. Simon shuffled around some of the nick-nacks that were inside before finding the box and taking a condom out.
He was halfway through ripping it open when Johnny found his voice again, “You don’t have to, I…”
He trailed off and Simon raised an eyebrow at the deep flush on his face, “I just had my fingers in your ass and a condom is what has you going shy?”
“Shut up,” Johnny said without any real venom behind it.
“As much as I want to make a mess of you Johnny, maybe not the first time. Both of us can go get tested and then see if we want to use it again or not. Sound good sweetheart?”
“I just gave you a blow job and now you are worried about it?” Johnny groaned, “Even in the middle of sex you are a fucking gentleman.”
He smiled, pressing a short kiss to his lips, “Wouldn’t have let you go down on me if I thought I had anything. Like I said, don’t want to make a mess in you the first time. I’m doing my best here, I’m trying. You deserve it, Johnny.”
The dopey smile he earned was enough to make him want to kiss the man stupid. If he wasn’t so hard and wanted to watch Johnny fall apart while buried inside him, he might do it. Instead, he quickly finished opening the condom and rolled it on.
He lined himself up over Johnny, tip nudging at him entrance. He waited until the man looked at him before asking, “This alright Johnny?”
The man nodded quickly, “Yes, hurry the fuck up Simon I’m dying over here.”
He chuckled and watched Soap’s face flush at the noise. He drew in a deep breath, likely to launch a barrage of insults at him, so he chose that very moment to push into him slowly but steadily. He moved with a smooth stroke, not stopping until he was fully sheathed in the heavenly warmth of his body. All of Johnny’s air left him in a loud moan at the feeling.
Whatever argument he had was certainly forgotten as Simon picked up a steady pace, rocking in and out of him in even strokes. His cock angled just right so that the head pressed against that spot inside that had Johnny’s eyes rolling back with every touch.
He couldn’t help his own moan at the feeling of him clenching around him, tight even after the extensive prep time. Simon didn’t know how long he was going to be able to keep up the gentle pace. All he wanted was to let loose, to fuck Johnny hard and fast.
Johnny grabbed at him, hands and mouth wandering everywhere. The sensations were so good that he could barely keep track of them. The wet heat of his mouth surely leaving marks over his skin. Good. He wanted them all.
He didn’t want to let go. He wanted this to last forever, he wanted to make it good for Johnny. With that thought he shifted his weight onto one of his arms, the other palm coming up to his mouth where he licked a dripping wet stripe over it. He let his spit coat his palm, a string connecting his tongue to his hand as he pulled it away.
He saw Johnny watching him the entire time, looking helplessly turned on at the sight in front of him. He didn’t leave him hanging long, his hand coming down to wrap around Johnny’s neglected cock.
He was red and leaking, bobbing against his stomach with the force of his thrusts. He stroked the man in time with his thrusts into him. Johnny’s hips hitched at the pleasure of the dual sensations.
Simon could see his stomach tensing on particularly strong strokes, like he was holding himself in. He leaned down so his lips were next to Johnny’s ear, whispering hotly in his ear, “Does that feel good darling? Do you like the way that I’m taking you apart?”
His only response was Johnny’s moans, the man was too far gone to give a coherent response anyway and he chuckled, “Look at you, gone dumb on my cock haven’t you. Don’t worry sweetheart, I know what you need. I know how to take care of you. Just relax, enjoy it. Enjoy what I give to you.”
He couldn’t help it when his thrusts sped up at bit, he really was trying to keep it slow but couldn’t manage it with the way Johnny made him feel. His hips started to hammer into Johnny’s, spurred on by the sinful noises spilling from his lips.
The man was beautiful beneath him. He was so perfect, fucked out and writhing in pleasure beneath him. He wanted to watch him forever, he wanted to stay like this all night.
He knew he would never last. He knew that Johnny wouldn’t last much longer anyway, he could feel his balls starting to draw up and his moans turning into whines as he got closer and closer.
“That’s it Johnny, doing so well for me. Go ahead and let go, come with me.”
Johnny shouted out in pleasure as he hit that peak. Simon pistoned his hips into him, stroking his cock, drawing out his orgasm. He hadn’t expected for Johnny to grip his dick so tight when he came, the delicious heat shoving him off the edge after the man.
His hips stuttered as he came, pace erratic as he chased his high. Simon didn’t stop as the intensity slowly started to fade, pumping slowly as he tried to keep it alive even as his entire body shuddered with oversensitivity. He kept moving as long as there were moans coming out of Johnny’s mouth. He would do anything for that man, including force himself into painful overstimulation to prolong the other’s pleasure.
Suddenly there were hands on his face, and he blinked open his eyes, for the second time tonight he hadn’t even realized they were closed. Johnny wrapped his legs around his waist, ankles locked behind him, stopping his thrusting. He heard whimpering but it wasn’t from Johnny. It took him a long moment to realize that the wounded noise was coming from himself.
Johnny guided him down to lay on his side, both of them a tangle of limbs. Johnny moved him gently and spoke softly, hushing the noises he had no control of anymore.
He realized his cheeks were wet as Johnny’s thumbs came up to wipe his cheeks. Johnny shushed his noises, “You’re ok, it’s ok. You did such a good job Simon. You can stop now, don’t hurt yourself.”
He nodded, but his body didn’t seem to get the memo as his hips twitched again and a broken whimper wretched out of his throat at the feeling. Usually, the oversensitivity was a fun game of pleasure and pain for him, but this time he might have taken it a bit too far and it was too much.
Johnny held him tighter, “Hold still. Just hold still.”
He nodded again, grabbing onto Johnny and holding him impossibly closer. The man was still breathing heavily and neither of them could find it in them to care about the mess that was getting smeared between them.
Johnny stroked his back, chuckling slightly, “That was the best sex I have ever had. I hope you didn’t plan on going anywhere, I’m a cuddler.”
Simon buried his face into the crook of his neck, “I’m not going anywhere Johnny, never leaving you again.”
Once they both caught their breath they slowly separated. Johnny distracted him from the feeling of too much, too much, with gentle kisses all over his face. He couldn’t help the way he chased his lips with his own. He just wanted to kiss Johnny forever.
The man was intoxicating, he didn’t want to leave him. They both stood, he helped keep Johnny steady when his legs shook, and they made their way to the bathroom. They took their time in the shower, washing each other gently. Simon felt like his soul was healing, so much bad had happened to them recently. But not this.
This was a good thing. He had Johnny in his arms and they were both safe, it was the best feeling in the world. Closely followed by the feeling of the soft bed that they laid in when they were done.
They had managed to put on sleep pants, he borrowed a pair of Johnny’s before they fell into the bed. Simon wrapped him in his arms, holding him tight and kissing him deeply. The lights were out and he was exhausted.
He saw the silhouette of Johnny’s face looking up at him in the dark, “Something on your mind?”
There was a deep yawn before Johnny responded, “You know the most confusing part about remembering myself?”
He hummed in question, his fingers stroking up and down Johnny’s bare arm. He enjoyed the little shivers he brought to the surface, the warm skin beneath his fingers.
“Back when I didn’t know either of us, I really thought that there was more between us that you weren’t telling me. Thought you were full of shit when you said we hadn’t slept together.”
“Why’s that?”
“The way you acted, the way that you cared. You went through a hell of a lot to keep me safe, but anyone would do that for someone they know. You made sure to keep me calm, made me feel safe and as comfortable as you could. You were, still are, so kind to me. Thought for sure you were mine,” his words were starting to trail off by the end of his statement.
Simon smiled at the man’s sleeping words, “I’m not good at kindness Johnny, but you deserve all of it. Is that what you want, for me to be yours?”
The only response he got was the deep sound of Johnny’s breathing, already asleep. He let out a breath of a chuckle. It could wait until morning.
He pulled the sheets up and over both of them, pulling Johnny into his side. He found himself drifting off to sleep himself as his fingers stroked over the man’s back as he was curled into his side. Both soon asleep in each other’s arms, content and happier than they had been in a long time.
Once again Simon was rudely woken up from his sleep by a knock on the door. He cracked his eyes open and glared at the clock, who the fuck wanted him at this hour? He rolled out of bed, and dragged his feet to get the door. Grumbling the entire way.
He heard a voice just as he was opening the door, “Soap will you wake the fuck up?”
As he swung the door open a few realizations hit him at once. First, the voice most definitely belonged to his Captain. Second, this was in fact not his room, he was still in Soap’s room and the man was still dead asleep on the bed. Third, he didn’t have his mask or a shirt on. While the mask itself wasn’t much of a problem he knew that there had to be incriminating evidence of last night across his body. Fourth, that this door was very much opening from his own doing, and it wasn’t stopping now.
Ghost froze as he looked at the Captain, his eyes wide in shock. His own expression was mirrored on Price’s face and he could practically see the gears grinding, trying to piece together what exactly he was looking at.
It must have been taking a minute because the Captain’s confused voice asked, “You’re not Soap?”
Ghost tried for a cocky smile, but probably missed by a mile with how nervous he was feeling right now, “Not since last time I checked.”
He was fucked, and not in the good way this time. Price had seen too much, he would put the pieces together any second now. Ghost could probably count his days in the military at this point. Fraternization wasn’t looked upon too kindly. He really wished that he would have thought before he opened the door.
Something changed in Price’s expression and his mouth dropped open. There it was, “Ghost?!”
“Yes, sir,” he at least had the decency to be shy and regretful about it. He didn’t regret sleeping with Johnny, but he was kicking himself for letting them get found out like this.
“Did you fuck my Sergeant?!”
“I’d say it was pretty mutual, sir.”
The man stammered on his words, equal parts shocked and angry. Ghost wasn’t sure what he was expecting to come out of his mouth, but it certainly wasn’t, “Why the fuck wasn’t I the first to know that you two had gotten together?”
“Uhhhh, sir?”
“I had money on this you asshole!”
What? Ghost just looked at the man, confused as he continued to rant, “You sons of bitches have been looking at each other with puppy eyes for weeks and now you finally get together. I had a bet going with Kyle that as soon as Soap got his memories back you two would be together.”
A voice piped up from behind Ghost, “That’s exactly what happened Captain.”
Ghost whipped around to see Johnny approaching the door. Good god, if that’s what he looked like Simon didn’t even want to know what state he was in himself. He quickly grabbed Johnny’s shoulder and held him out to the side of the door. Purposefully out of the man’s sight, Price looked startled enough already he didn’t need to see his golden boy looking like he got fucked within an inch of his life.
The man at the door just stammered, “I? You have your memories again? Wh- why wasn’t I told? I- You know what, you two get cleaned up and meet me in my office at zero nine.”
With that he turned and all but fled down the hall. Ghost let the door swing closed and turned to look at Johnny. He took his time to appreciate everything. His shoulders and neck were covered in hickeys. There was his bite mark just above the low hanging band of his sweatpants, right over the tempting v of his hip. Johnny’s hair was sticking up and a mess. He looked fantastic.
Ghost let out an appreciative growl as he grabbed the man by the waist and pulled him in. He pressed their bodies together and carded his fingers through his hair. He leaned down and pressed his lips to Johnny’s. The man let out a happy hum and returned the kiss.
“Good morning to you too Sunshine.”
Ghost just rolled his eyes and Johnny asked, “Have a good conversation with the Captain?”
He chuckled, nerves still a bit overworked, “I think I saw my career flash in front of my eyes when I opened that door.”
“Price isn’t like that,” Johnny said, running his fingers down Simon’s spine soothingly, “It’ll be fine. I talked to Price about it, a long time ago, just need to fill out some paperwork to cover our asses. It’s only a problem if you were to use your rank to make me do anything.”
The thought startled him, he hadn’t even thought about that. He had just wanted Johnny, he hadn’t even considered the implications of using his rank to force the sergeant into anything, “I- you don’t- Did I force you into anything? Do you want to be here?”
His stomach felt sick, wondering if he had misread the situation at all. His mind was spiraling with implications and what ifs. If he had forced Johnny into anything that he didn’t want… he didn’t know what he would do with himself. If he had taken it too far and Johnny was too scared to say no because he was his Lieutenant, he wouldn’t ever be able to forgive himself.
Suddenly there was a hand on his face and Johnny’s eyes were drawing him out of his thoughts, “Simon, I’m a big boy. I wouldn’t have done anything I didn’t want to do. You didn’t force me into anything. I was with you, am still with you, because I want to be with Simon. I dinnae care about the fact that you’re my LT. Stop worrying.”
He let out a breath of relief and nodded, “Sorry Johnny. I just hadn’t even thought about that, freaked me out. If I ever do anything you don’t like you have my full permission to kick my ass.”
Johnny laughed and leaned up, pressing his lips to his again. His hands roamed over his still bare chest, and he had to suppress a shiver, “You LT? Such a gentleman, your chivalry would never allow you to do anything I didn’t want.”
He grinned, his lips separating to bare his teeth. He leaned down and ran his lips over the man’s neck, hands skimming down him back and grabbing his ass through his sweatpants, “You seemed to like everything we were doing last night. How are you feeling love?”
Johnny let his head fall to the side, a soft sigh leaving him as he let Simon’s hands roam, “God I feel like I got hit by a truck but in the best way. And Simon?”
He hummed in question.
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten, you still owe me dinner.”
“I’ll take you on as many dates as you’ll let me Johnny.”
“Careful LT, kinda sounds like you want to date me. Don’t get my hopes up.”
“I mean it Johnny, I wouldn’t play with you. Be my boyfriend?”
He asked the last part as a question, looking into Johnny’s pretty eyes, he really did mean it, “Just me and you Johnny. That’s what I want.”
“Aye, me too Simon. You’re mine now, and I’m yours,” with that he kissed him, soft and sweet. Simon truly couldn’t remember the last time he had been this content, this happy. He counted his lucky stars, thankful that Johnny remembered him, thankful that he wanted him too. Thankful that Johnny was here in his arms, he was never going to let him go.