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Soap's a very 'spontaneous' guy, someone that, when out of the field, let's impulse get the best of him, usually when he's a bit pent up.
SPECIALLY when he's pent up.
And Ghost is the victim of all his little games, being pulled aside to an empty hallway and kissed until the air in his lungs is long gone and his lips are puffy and sore and red, Soaps touch is always so warm and perfect against any uncovered part of Ghost's skin, it burns like a wildfire, a terrible addiction that makes his skin crawl with want and need. Ghost thinks there'd be more, and that's when Soap stops, smiles, boops his nose and walks away with a shit eating grin plastered on his face.
"C'mon L.T we're gonna be late for the meeting!"
And Ghost is left there, confused, breathing fast and his dick hard as a brick.
What a godamn tease. It's like that for a few days. Tho Soap gets... creative.
But this time Simon was wearing a sleeveless shirt because the heats been shit, so much skin to show, poor little ol Johnny can't help himself but run his fingers softly on the brits arms, slight touches when they're around the training field, a full palm when they're on the very very back of the meeting with Price, he even felt brave and touched his neck, slowly tracing Simon's back with his hand, playful, shameless. He knows Ghost loves his hands. And the damn asshole uses it for his advantage.
Simon's fed up, blue balled, and horny as shit. He decided the brat could use a little bit of his own medicine, so when the package arrived early this morning he was so fucking ready. He didn't made Johnny wear it, they talked this kinda stuff out way back, he just looked at Johnny and he followed the taller man to his room, sat on the bed, that sweet half smirk on his face, he knew what this meant and he was ready for Ghost to make a fucking mess out of him. But when Simon showed him the toy he flushed and his smile quivered a bit, both with excitement and nervousness. But he wanted to play "tough guy" so he just layed on the bed and spread his still clothed legs.
"Are you waiting for an invitation, L.t?"
He asked putting emphasis on the last two letters with that cocky tone that drived Simon a bit nuts.
Putting it in would've been a lot more easier of it wasn't because of Johnny's persistent ass into trying to get railed at that exact moment, trying to hold onto Ghost so desperatly, whinning and moaning at every single touch he'd get from the brits big strong hands. And Simon, oh fucking hell he wanted to just blow the seargent's back hard, deep and raw until his legs gave out and Johnny was a whining mess, but that would be giving the little fucker what he wanted, and Simon had much more self control than that.
The face Johnny made when Simon was done putting the toy inside him and just pulled his boxers and pants up again was fucking priceless. Now it was Ghost's turn to kiss Soap's forhead, boop his nose and before leaving the room he purred...
"Hope you're ready, love. Don't touch yourself though. That's an order."
Johnny could've taken the thing off, but he was kinda curious, and burning.
He laughed once Simon was out of the room, shortly cut off by a soft weird feeling, he turned on the damn thing, he gave in for a while getting used to the feeling, his legs starting to twitch along his dick, letting a long sigh leave his throat while blinking a few times, then the panic settled in his gut as he saw that fucking Ghost left the door wide open. Safe to say that standing up and trying to close it was torture, mostly because the vibrator kept going up and down and then off insesantly, as if Simon was trying to figure out how the thing worked, shaky legs and pleasure was making this one simple task difficult. He was able to close it though, a very strong slam of the door could be heard, Simon wasn't that far away so he kinda giggled when he heard it. This would be fun.
He kept himself close enough for the toy to work, meanwhile Johnny was a panting mess, still inside and at the door but sitting on the floor, legs spread, one of his hands covering his mouth while the other gripped his shirt strongly, the order Ghost gave him resonating in the back of his head, he rolled his eyes when the vibration went really high, and when he was close... nothing, the toy was completly turned off, he was gonna give himself some help until he heard knocking on the door. He groaned in frustration as he tried to get up straight, his legs still shaking and his pretty obvious boner making it uncomfortable to stand.
"Soap, brother please tell me you're not sleeping in there, it's your turn with the recruits."
Gaz was the one speaking, reminding the seargent of his duties for the day, he cleared his throat to speak and
"ah- FUCK!"
It got turned on again.
"damn, you doing alright?"
Gaz worried behind the door trying to open the door as Soap cleared his throat again and played it off kinda normally.
"yeah, sorry I fell off the bed! I'll be there in a bit, give me a minute"
He spoke fast, shaky, but strongly, hiding a whine that wanted to come out with a cough. Gaz didn't insisted much, he knew better than walking into a room when he hears a... strange sound, instead he shook his head and waltzed away, giving soap enough room to breathe in and out rapidly, again when he was getting right where he wanted, Ghost turned it off, like if the fucker always knew when he was about to cum, even if he wasn't there. Johnny waited.
A few minutes went by and nothing, he breathed in and calmed himself down enough to be presentable, after all, still was his turn with the recruits and Gaz has been covering for him enough times. He didn't knew that Ghost would be there as well, mostly because he was doing a shit ton of paperwork, again a cold sweat hitting him as soon as he saw the Liutenants eyes, hungry, playful, the bastard was smiling under the fucking mask and he knew it. It was torture. Being edged so many times in a decently long amount of time could do things to a man, enough times of him being cut off in the middle of a sentence while explaining what to do to the recruits, when one of them got near and asked him a question, Soap got sorta used to it when it was a mild vibration so his voice wouldn't quiver.
He was a mess, sweating like crazy even if it wasn't that hot out. Panting a bit eventhoug he wasn't doing much, one of the recruits pointed out he looked like crap and asked if he was feeling okay, Johnny, being the stubborn man he was just brushed it off as a stomachache...
kinda similar, mostly his dick was hurting.
Simon on the other hand was enjoying it, staring at every little change of Johnny's expression when he was getting close just to be left hanging, an intese glare directed to the brit from the scot, Johnny was a mess, a sweaty, panting, blushing mess.
Ghost walked over to him at some point in the middle of the training, turning the intesity of the vibrations all the way up, making Soap's legs give out in the middle of the training field, falling on his knees holding his stomach, or well, hiding his boner as best as he could in that position, Simon's hand brushing the seargent's back before turning off the damn thing AGAIN, leaving Soap to whine silently and cursing under his agitated breath.
The brit called the training off while helping Soap stand up, discretly touching his back up and down, he said he would take him to the medic. and so he did.
Soap holding onto him, his poor legs barely working, the toy remained off for a while as Johnny's head cleared out, but Simon was being a dick and actually was taking him to the infirmary.
He turned to look at the talled man with pleading eyes, a sadistic look on Simon's eyes in returned. He's fucked. Soap couldn't take it anymore, not only was he obligated to go to the infirmary because he "had an upset stomach" but Ghost kept turning the damn thing on and off while he explained his fake symptoms to the doctor, she took his temperature, checked his vitals and his heart rate was real damn fast, he lied and said he was nervous, of course he wasn't gonna tell her it's because he's been on edge all day and the root of this problem was the Liutenant sitting on the other side of the room, she turned her back and said she'd be back after running some test with the blood vial and left the room.
Soap sighed loudly throwing himself back to the hospital bed covering his face, he was about to complain and say sorry to Simon for being a fucking brat all week but he heard the door click.
Oh
Oh fuck no.
He started feeling the soft vibration again, immediately closing his eyes shut and biting his lip, gripping the bed sheets below him, he's been teased all day and any type of stimulation made him jump at this point, mostly because he knew they were alone right now, he was trying to get some kind of friction, moaning softly, trying to repress it only made it get out as sobbing or whimpering blabbering of cuss words Simon couldn't understand.
He closed his legs hard and tried to put his hands on his pants but Ghost swatted at him, not letting him touch himself.
"Hands. off. Johnny."
A hard whine coming out of him, looking at the Brit with the best puppy eyes he could do, teary eyed, flushed cheeks, Simon wasn't taking the bait tho, and he showed it by putting the highest level on the remote again.
If it wasn't because Simon's reflexes were so damn sharp, the moan that left Johnny's throat would've got them caught, maybe, lucky Ghost put his fingers inside the Scot's mouth on time, still sounded pretty hot tho, Johnny was rolling his eyes sucking on Simon's fingers like his fucking life depended on it, his cheeks getting wet with tears of pleasure and embarrassment and with his own spit, Simon looked at the scene, taking the whole picture on his mind for... later.
He pushed his fingers down Johnny's mouth again, making the Scot choke and bite down, not enough to bleed but enough to hurt and make Simon's dick twitch under his pants that were already tenting.
"You poor little thing, have you gotten enough, Love?"
Apparently the soft look on his eyes was what tipped Johnny over the edge and he came untouched, hard.
Everytime he was not able to come all day just coming out all together, he moaned thru Simon's fingers but tried sucking on them to shut himself up, his hips going upwards as his legs shaked and the vibrator helped him thru his high all the damn way until Ghost turned it off as poor Johnny whined and whimpered and tried to catch his breath, the vibe got on again and his poor overstimulated ass couldn't take it anymore, pleading blue glassy eyes looking at Simon as he slowly took the brits fingers out of his mouth with a lewd "pop" sound.
Meanwhile Simon was looking at him, devouring every little shake, and sound he got out the Scot, a laugh that sounded more like a growl came out of his throat as he brushed Johnny's hair back and pulled on it forcing the sergeant to look at him directly.
"Look at you, coming from a couple of nice words" and he got closer to Johnny's ear, biting his earlobe and whispering as low as he could — "like the good little mutt you are"
Johnny's mind was foggy and a mess but he managed, felt himself getting hard again, legs shaking, lips quivering, barely managed in a very pathetic voice.
"M...'m sorry L.T, please, please turn... it... turn it off!"
And he kept on begging until Simon's benevolent hand obliged and turned the vibrator off for real this time Johnny's legs finally gave out for the third time that day and plopped on the bed, the wet sound on his pants making him go red all over, it was sticky. He felt gross but weirdly satisfied and exhausted of course. Sensitive. He was still breathing heavily while trying to make his brain work but his eyes felt so heavy. Simon put a hand on his cheek and tucked the Scot on the sheets.
"Good lad, Johnny. Let's get you out of here, hmm?"
And so he did, took Johnny on his arms and like his callsign dissapeared with him out the med room like a ghost. He took Johnny to his room to help him clean up the mess in his pants, or so that's what Soap's exhausted brain thought it would be.
"Were not done here Sargent~" Simon sang deviously as he took off his mask and kissed the Scot deeply.
He was screwed.