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Think I need someone older
Just a little bit colder
Takes the weight off your shoulders
Think I need someone older
There is this weird feeling Gaz senses throughout the day, since the 141 came back from their last gruesome mission. Indeed, it was messier than usual, both Soap and Gaz got their bodies wrecked, Soap’s arm grazed by two bullets in two separate places, while Gaz got a nasty cut along his abdomen all the way around his side, between his ribs. It hurts like fuck; he needed stitches in some areas.
After he got stitched back together by the nurse, he walked straight to his room, exhaustion making itself present throughout his whole body and soon his mind too. He hates pain. No, he doesn’t actually . He just hates the idea of being the one receiving it when he does not ask for that . He is a masochist, that’s for sure, who isn’t in their field of work? You are either praying for feeling the pain or giving it to those who deserve it or ask for it. None of them is a saint, all of them have their own mental battles, and everyone has his own sick and twisted shit going on, even if they all try to hide it the best way then can.
So, yes, the stinging pain Gaz loves to feel, is now only the result of his careless self. If he didn't lose himself in his Captain’s words, he would have his skin still intact. But can you really blame him for losing himself in Captain’s banter?
Throwback
‘Kyle, looking good, Sergeant.’ Price’s voice was soothing as Gaz tried his best to go past the knife-armed enemies through the not so abandoned building.
‘Me, sir? Or the pretty job I just did?’ Gaz smirked. He knew his Captain was referring to his work, his smooth movements, his beautiful shots killing the enemies on the spot. He was good and they both knew it. Gaz heard Price take a breath in and Gaz’s smile only deepened.
‘Cat got your tongue, Sir?’ Gaz panted as he abandoned his gun in favor of one of his favorite knives, a gift from... his Captain.
‘No, but if you keep on being a tease, I’ll get your tongue just right.’ Price growled and Kyle shivered, freezing in place for what seemed like minutes, when there were no more than 20 seconds. He wanted to come up with something snarky, something twice as worse than his Captain’s words. But his mind could only imagine Captain’s fingers inside his mouth, catching his tongue in between and dragging it out, fingers pressed onto the hot and wet flesh. Gaz could only imagine Price’s teeth biting, sinking into his now salivating tongue, leaving a trail of blood behind... Fuck, he was so lost he didn’t get the chance to hear Price’s next words throughout the comms. He only gasped as he felt the knife blade opening his skin up from his lower abdomen all the way up to his ribs.
'Gaz! Sergeant, get a grip on yourself! Fuck.... Kyle, now !’ His eyes widened when hearing the tremble in his Captain’s voice, making him wake up from the trance. The adrenaline boiling through his veins, Gaz turned around and grabbed the man who just cut him, he took him by surprise as Kyle’s free hand wrapped around the enemy’s armed one, holding it tight, bones breaking then the knife easily going into the beautiful Seargent’s hand. He grabbed it with such ease, then as fast as lightning, Gaz sliced the enemy’s neck, the body falling in a smooth motion, blood pooling around the enemy’s head. He was dead.
‘Kyle, take cover, now, for fuck’s sake!’ Price’s voice was rough, low and... angry. His captain was angry.
‘Sir...’ Kyle tried talking, but the stinging pain was too much, wrapping one of his arms around his waist holding onto the now bleeding cut and trying his best to walk straight and failing miserably, he let out a groan following by a wince as he tried his best to walk fast out of the building towards his Captain.
‘Keep going, Kyle, I’m going to kill you myself if you stop walking.’ Price warned and Gaz chuckled.
‘What’s so funny, Sergeant?’ Price’s voice was rough once again, annoyed and.... worried. Gaz closed his eyes for a few seconds, gulping. He wished he was closer to Price, he wished he’d be able to let himself fall on his favorite person’s lap. God, he’d kill thousands if that would guarantee his ticket to being... loved back by his Captain... But that was far from reality. Kyle knows it best. His feelings for his Captain were out of line, gross to say the least and even though he loves the man so genuine that sometimes it hurts like hell, Gaz knows the man would think it’s wrong. Price won’t reciprocate the feelings... Gaz won’t know how that perfect beard would feel onto his soft tanned skin, he won’t know how soft or how rough Price’s grip would be onto his slim body, fuck, he feels his eyes get all teary... It hurts too much, inside, his heart, he even forgot he was bleeding all the way through his clothes and gear... he forgot everything.... But walking, he kept walking towards his Captain, swallowing hard when he saw a figure not close enough, but not too far, through glassy eyes.
‘That’s it, Kyle, good boy...’ Gaz heard as soon as he collapsed on his knees in front of his beloved man and when he felt Price’s hands onto his shoulders, trying to get the man up standing, that was the moment his tears began to fall down his burning cheeks.
He doesn’t remember much after this, he only remembers waking up in the helicopter, a cloth knotted tight around his waist to stop the bleeding, Soap laying down on the helicopter floor with Ghost above him, pressing onto his gun wounds, and... and looking to his side there he was, all frowning, adding 10 years to his actual age, there was Price... his Price... keeping a close eye on Kyle.
‘Hi, there, papi...’ Gaz whispered, then winced in pain as he felt his abdomen moving in the wrong direction.
‘Easy, Sergeant...’ Price said as he placed his palm onto Gaz’s shoulder, gripping it tightly.
Gaz looked at him and he felt like he got punched in the guts. He forgot how to breathe, seeing Price’s eyes wide and warm.... pupils blown out, lips parted, messy hair and beard. He wasn’t wearing his hat.... fuck, his hair looked so soft... Gaz let out a wince followed by a gasp as he stretched his arm out and touched Price’s hair.
‘Is it always this... soft?’ Gaz whispered once again, then he closed his eyes and passed out.
After that, Gaz woke up when they arrived back to the base, and he was rushed to the infirmary. He doesn’t remember what happened in the helicopter, he just remembers Price’s soft features and how old he looked, so worried, yet so... handsome, then he knows he passed out, and that’s it.
He is now mad at himself, at how reckless he was and how reckless he can be given his current situation.
As soon as he arrives inside his room, he doesn’t even lock his door, he just closes it while pushing it closed with one of his legs, then he collapses onto his soft bed, wincing in pain, he turns around, face up to the ceiling, the deeper cut is definitely in the front, on his abdomen, therefore the safe thing to do is laying onto his back for now, eyes closed, breathing heavily, trying his best to calm down and soothe himself to sleep.
He dreams of sweet touches, fingers lingering onto his forehead, then traveling all the way down to his neck, caressing his bruised skin. He dreams of small whimpering and soft breathing above him, and when his guts tell him there isn’t a dream, but someone is hovering above him, it’s too late. When Gaz opens his eyes, he can only see Price’s back exiting his room, and closing the door behind him. Gaz sighs and then groans loudly, frustration building up inside. Why did his Captain come into his room? Was he caressing his forehead indeed or was it just a heavy and hot dream? Gaz lets out another groan, then he tries his best to fall back asleep...
He wakes up drooling on his pillow and his whole-body aching. Gaz gets up and tries his best to gather some clean clothes and goes to take a hot shower.
He takes his time in the shared showers, massaging his sore arms and trying his best to clean his abdomen and sides without damaging the cut too much. He moans as his fingers caress and dug deep into the new bruises onto his thighs. He remembers fighting an enemy and that bastard gripped heavily onto his thighs, digging his fingers deep into the sweet flesh. Without thinking too much, he pressed heavier, and Gaz let out a moan. He’s screwed in the head for good, but he can’t help it, the pain makes him feel alive and at the same time it makes him forget about everything going on through his pretty head.
To say the shower took him at least 30 minutes was an understatement, but he got out with a clear mind and a soft as fuck body, feeling like he’s currently floating. Gaz goes back into his room, dresses himself up in his tight black blouse and his favorite sweaters along with his favorite boots, he looks in the small mirror onto his wall and he hums while smiling. He looks fresh and he looks...soft... so young and soft, his cheeks reddening at the thought.
Despite being almost 28 years old, he looks so young.... slim and tall, only a few wrinkles around his eyes, due to excessive laughs and giggles, his skin looking so soft, only a few scars decorating his arms and neck, and yet.... looking no more than how he used to look back when he was no more than 18 years old. Of course, if you’d look deep into his eyes, you’d see the heaviness, the maturity and even the eye bags decorating the skin underneath. He stares at his reflection, and he can’t help but groan as his mind brings Price once again to the current scene. His mind pictures the older man next to his younger body. Price isn’t that old... yes, he’s older than Gaz, but not with many years after the younger man. Price’s 45. He got to this beautiful age not long ago and the 141 even celebrated the captain’s birthday a few months ago.
As Gaz tends to look younger, the same can be said about Price as well, only in certain situations. Gaz’s mind fills with different memories. Price looks younger when the 141 decides to spend their free time playing card games all night long in the diner area, all drinking and bantering with each other. Price looks older when either one of them gets hurt or not listening to orders. Price looks younger when Gaz makes him laugh and he looks older when Gaz’s actions worry the hell out of the older man. Gaz exhales and inhales as he opens his eyes. He shakes his head for a bit, then he walks out of his room, walking slowly towards the diner area.
‘Look who decided to show up!’ Soap’s voice is too loud for 8am.
‘God, Soap, where’d you get your energy?’ Gaz groans as he sits down next to the man.
‘How you feelin’, handsom’?’ Soap asks as he lowers his voice, only got Gaz to hear. Next to Soap is Ghost who is enjoying his hot tea. Gaz’s eyes scan the entire area, no sign of Price, worry finding its place inside his heart.
‘Kyle?’ Soap asks cautiously and Gaz looks at him with wide eyes.
‘He’s back in his office, lots of paperwork.’ Soap slowly explains. ‘Before that, eat a bit, will you?’ Soap continues, pushing his tray towards his friend. Gaz doesn’t say a word, his eyes unfocused.
‘Kyle, eat, please, then you can go and see him, alright?’ Soap places his hand onto Kyle’s shoulder, holding it tight, massaging for a bit.
‘I’m screwed...’ Gaz whispers as he looks down at the food in front of him. He tries his best to eat something, he doesn’t want his best friend to worry about him more than needed.
‘No, you’re not... you’re just....’ Soap gulps, his grip on Kyle’s shoulder tightens.
‘I'm what, Johnny...? Helpless? Unworthy? Gross...? ’ Kyle bites the words, and the last one gets out in a rush.
‘In love, you idiot.’ Soap smiles sadly, taking his hand away from Kyle’s shoulder. Kyle is now playing mindlessly with the fork through the food in front of him.
‘How’re you feeling, Johnny? Two bullets?’ Gaz asks to try his best to avoid the previous topic. He looks up at Soap, trying his best to maintain a warm smile on his face, trying his best, once again, not to worry his best friend. He loves Soap with his whole heart.
‘Got it worse than this. The bullets didn’t even go through, they just grazed the skin. Am good as new, handsom’!’ Soap winks and Gaz lets out a soft chuckle. Fuck, he loves Soap, he bumps his shoulder into Soap’s and they both laugh.
‘Seems like you don’t have to go to his office, after all...’ Soap whispers while he points towards the diner entrance where a panicked and rushed Price enters furiously, a few soldiers stopping from their walk to just stare at the Captain. Gaz’s mouth opens and closes as soon as his eyes fall onto Price, the man walking, no, jogging closer towards their table.
‘You weren’t in your room, Sergeant.’ Price’s voice is rough, his look fixated right onto Gaz’s face, analyzing the man all the way, from his legs under the table all the way up to his short hair.
‘Sir...’ Gaz tries to talk but he can only gulp. Ghost coughs and gets up from the table.
‘Soap, we’re late, let’s go.’ The huge man says looking directly to Soap and the look on the Ghost has been clear enough for both Soap and Gaz. Johnny gets up instantly and excuses himself then he walks behind his Lieutenant, out of the sight of the remaining guys.
‘Sit down, Sir, would you?’ Gaz almost whispers, looking up at Price, whose body is now towering over him. It’s a weird and comic sight for the others around them. Price sighs and sits in front of his Sergeant.
‘I thought you...’ Price begins, his elbows on the table, palms closed together, hiding half of his face. What a shame, Gaz thought.
‘I’m feeling better, Sir.’ Gaz tries his best to smile.
‘You haven’t eaten a thing.’ Price’s voice is raw, full of worry. Gaz feels sick. ‘Kyle, please, you have to eat.’ The pleading in his Captain’s voice makes his heart tremble.
‘I... I can’t.’ Gaz confesses. Fuck, he’s hungry, he’d love to just shove everything inside his mouth. It’s just...
‘What is it, Gaz?’ Price asks, while he lets one of his arms fall across the table. If Gaz is brave enough, he’d be able to just place his own palm onto his Captain’s hand, holding it tight, caressing his calloused fingers, his hairy....
‘ Kyle ? You worry me, son... ’ Price closes his eyes as he lets out a sigh and clutching his fingers in the form of a punch, Gaz is mesmerized by the action, seeing how big Price’s hand is, how veiny it gets while tensing up... The younger man gulps, trying his best to forget how beautiful his name sound when Price is the one who pronounce it...
‘I can’t eat here. I feel like... I feel like everyone’s looking at me like I’m a dead man. And it’s just a... God damn cut, nothing more...’ Gaz bites the last words, looking down at his plate, not wanting Price to see his teary eyes.
He hates it. He always hated the looks on others when he got injured. He felt judged, mocked. He felt unworthy, and fuck it, he wasn’t even that hurt.
Price didn’t answer. He just gets up and walks on Gaz’s side of the table, leaning and grabs the plate.
‘Let’s go.’ Price says stepping back a bit, making room for Gaz to get up. Gaz looks up at him, eyes wide and heavy.
‘What?’ he asks dumbfounded. Price reaches out his free hand for Gaz to grab onto.
‘Don’t make me say it twice, let’s go, now. ’ Price commands, his voice identical to the one who orders Gaz around on the battlefield. Gaz gulps and grabs the offered hand.
‘You did say it twice, Cap.’ Gaz whispers as they both walk outside the diner area.
‘You’re damn lucky...’ Price mutters under his breath and Gaz hears him faintly, smiling widely.
Once they arrived inside Price’s office, the captain turns on the lights and pushes Gaz lightly towards his desk. It’s the only tall table in the room, therefore Gaz can eat in peace without having to bend down towards the coffee table to eat his food.
‘Sir, I can... on that.’ Gaz points towards the coffee table, but his steps were guiding him around Price’s desk.
‘You can what on that, Gaz? Bend down on it?’ Prices asks smirking, a smirk Gaz only feels throughout the tone of the older man’s voice and it’s enough to make his cheeks burn like hell.
‘Won’t have a problem with that, sir...’ Gaz whispers. And fuck he’s down. If Price wants his body bent down on literally anything, he’d comply without a word. He’d make a deal with the Devil if that meant he’d get to know what it feels to be under Price’s huge body, to feel him pressing and pulling and using him...
‘What was that, Sergeant?’ Price asks even though he heard the younger lad just fine. He places the plate on the desk at the same time Gaz sits down. Prices walks back a few steps, hands crossed on his chest, looking... observing the man seated in front of him.
‘Nothing, sir.’ Gaz responds looking up at the man, then his look falls onto the plate in front of him.
‘Eat, son.’ Price sighs as he walks back to the couch, not before grabbing some files from the desk and his pen. He sits on the couch, legs crossed, using his left thigh as a table for his documents to sign. Kyle starts eating in peace after seeing his Captain in his own world, silence falling in the room.
God, he has been hungry. He keeps eating to the last bite. He is aware that Price threw some looks towards him, analyzing him and even staring at him, but it only made the younger man feel safer.
‘Do I have something on my face, sir?’ Kyle asks, smiling, not looking at the older man, but instead taking the last bite of food, before letting the fork rest on the plate in front of him.
‘Not at all, Gaz. Thought you can’t eat when people are starin’.’ Price mocks him, his eyes back on the files at hand.
‘It’s different when it’s you, Captain.’ Kyle explains, earning a risen eyebrow from the older lad.
‘Also... I didn’t say you were staring.’ Kyle lets out an airy laugh seeing Price’s head snap towards him, looking caught.
Price wants to say something in his defense, but Kyle gets up or so he tries to because as soon as he gets onto his feet, a stinging pain is flowing throughout his whole body, starting from the core of his wound, where the cut was the deepest. One of his hands goes instinctively onto the wound pressing the clothes skin with such a force that it makes him dizzy, his free palm slamming onto the desk, sustaining his weight.
The younger man doesn’t register when Price walks in a rush towards him. He only feels the man’s close presence only when Price grabs his arm and places it around his shoulders, while one of the older man’s arms wraps carefully around Kyle’s waist, the side where the skin is still intact. He holds the man and they both walk slowly to the couch, Price helping Kyle to sit down.
‘Kyle... tell me you let them put a bandage around it.’ Price looks down at the man, with both hungry and worried eyes. Kyle gulps at the sight, forgetting for a few seconds that this pain should hurt as fuck, not make him body warm and wanting for more. He’s a sick man...
‘I... I did.’ Kyle’s voice is small, right now he looks like he’s barely 18, caught in a lie.
Price mutters something intelligible as he leans down and grabs Kyle’s T-shirt by the ends, right above Kyle’s crotch area.
‘I’m going to pull this over your head, alright?’ Price’s voice is steady, low and... sweet, it sounds like his tongue is coated in sweet saliva, as if he’s drooling at the sight of a helpless Kyle and once again the younger man gulps and his body shivers as he can only nod in sign of understanding.
Price takes Kyle’s shirt off, placing it somewhere out of reach, then he crouches right there, eyes at the same level as Kyle’s cut.
‘Can I?’ Price asks and Kyle tries his best not to giggle at the scene in front of him. He doesn’t know why he does it, but his hand reaches out and takes Price’s hat off, throwing it next to his discarded shirt.
‘Now you can.’ Kyle says. The look Price throws at him is unreadable, but Kyle starts praying mentally for his own good.
Price doesn’t say a word, his attention back to Kyle’s cut. His fingers are now slowly and delicately touching the skin around the cut. At first, Kyle tried to hold in his breathing, but after Price went further with the touching, his fingertips pressing into the skin, then slowly hovering above the actual cut, Kyle couldn’t help but let out a groan, followed by a low guttural moan, making the younger man cover his mouth with his palm in embarrassment.
‘Fuck... you do like that, don’t you?’ Price asks so low and raw, that Kyle thought he imagined hearing the actual words through some growls of a wild animal.
‘Is that why you got rid of your bandages?’ Price asks, his fingers now tracing intend fully the cut, fresh blood covering his fingers. The older man shivers at the sight. He didn’t draw out the blood, the sharp movements of Kyle earlier made the stitches snap in some places, nothing too severe, but still the blood is out, warm and a deep red, so beautiful on Kyle’s skin.
‘I...’ Kyle wants to deny it so badly, fuck, his mind is racing, telling him to get up and go and hide in his room, forever if possible. But the words get stuck in his throat as his eyes finally fall on Price’s face. Seeing Price almost kneeling in front of him, those almost black pupils staring back at him....
‘Yes...’ He answers weakly, tilting his head looking already spent and fucked just by Price staring at him like that, like he wants to cut Kyle’s body into tiny pieces and eat him whole...
Price gulps and his fingers find their purpose back again, caressing Kyle’s bruised skin, then teasing the stitched cut, making Gaz close his eyes and hiss at the pain.
‘Sir...’ Kyle manages to breathe.
‘Hm? Should I stop, son?’ Price asks mindlessly, now his eyes onto the bloodied skin on Gaz’s side.
‘D-don’t use that voice on me, Sir...’ Gaz pleads, breathing in and out with his whole body.
‘Or what?’ Price asks, a smirk hidden by his moustache. The older man looks up again, also reaching out his blood covered hand to grab Kyle by his chin, smearing the soft skin with his own blood, Price’s thumb pushing lightly into Gaz’s lower lip. Gaz gasps at both the roughness and tenderness of his captain’s touch. Too bad for him, as soon as he parted his lips to breathe, Price shoved his thumb right into the warmth of his mouth and Gaz felt lightheaded out of a sudden. His lips wrap unconsciously around the bloodied thumb, and he starts sucking on it, eyes closed, intoxicated and blushing like a mad man. He lets out a lewd moan as he feels Price’s thumb pressing dangerously rough into the meat of his now vivid red tongue.
When he opens his eyes to look at the older man, his eyes are teary, and staring right at the man in front of him. Price looks drunk and gone. He looks ravishing, both younger and older than his actual age. Gaz’s eyes fall onto his captain’s flexing arm, so hairy, so veiny... so big, Kyle lets out another moan, closing his eyes once again. This is too much; his dick is throbbing inside his pants. He’s a sick man indeed.
‘Fuck, Kyle... you have no fucking idea what you do to me, son... ’ Price groans, taking his thumb out of the warm mouth, smearing Kyle’s lips with the remaining blood and now sticky saliva. Kyle moans loudly, this time his hips tremble involuntarily.
‘I... I t-told you to stop using that voice... and d-don't call me that...’ Kyle prays, eyes still closed, afraid that if he sees Price’s features once again, he’ll both faint and cum at the same time and that would be two times more embarrassing.
‘Hmm... but you do like it, don’t you?’ Price asks cockily, as he gets back on his feet, standing right in front of the younger man, hands on his hips, adoring the man on the couch just by staring again at him.
‘I...’ Fuck it, he can’t take it anymore. The line has been crossed and there’s no way back, might just enjoy this while it lasts. ‘I d-didn't say I don’t, sir. ’ Gaz opens his eyes, now full of arousal and something more, as he sees how huge the man in front of him is. He shifts a bit, hissing at the pain, now holding himself onto his elbows, taking a bit from the weight of his body from his wounded lower back. He looks dirty in the sexiest way and Price can’t help but lick his lips as his eyes never leave the younger man in front of him.
‘Are you going to just eye fuck me or actually ruin me?’ Kyle asks mockingly, licking his lips, still tasting his own blood.
‘Is that what you want ? ’ Price leans down a bit, just so he can wrap one of his palms around Kyle’s exposed neck, the hold’s neither tight nor loose, it’s just there, holding it in place, his thumb caressing lovingly the skin where it reaches it.
‘Fuck...Kyle, you look like a fucking dream, son... and red suits you so well...’ Price’s voice is rough as he tightens his hold for a few seconds, Kyle’s eyes opening widely and staring at the older man.
‘Please...’ Gaz lets out, trying to gulp down the saliva pooling under his tongue, but with no success as he chokes for a few seconds, the saliva dripping from the corner of his bloodied mouth.
‘I haven’t even fucked your mouth and you already look like you’ve been sucking cock the whole day...’ Price teases as he smears the saliva once again all over Kyle’s chin and mouth. The moan Kyle let out then the shudder of his whole-body underneath Price made the captain raise his eyebrow.
‘Fuck, Gaz... you thought about it before, didn’t you?’ Price’s voice shivers at the realization, and he continues while his free hand finds his own belt and opens it pulling it out from the belt hoops.
‘You thought having your throat full of cock, taking it and swallowing everything?’ Price asks, not expecting an answer from the man underneath him.
‘O-only yours, sir...’ Kyle whispers embarresed, his voice barely audible due to the tight hold around his neck. But the pain he feels together with the way Price makes him feel... He hasn’t used heavy drugs ever, but he swears this is how it’d feel being heavily drugged. He feels his body floating both in pain and pleasure and he wants more. And the fact that his captain seems at least moved by their current situation, makes things worse inside Kyle’s heart. He really doesn’t want this to be perceived as a onetime only, or as something Kyle does daily with everyone around base. Fuck, his heart bleeds. He tries to shove the emotions back inside, locking them away and trying his very best to enjoy this while it lasts.
‘What did you say?’ Price asks roughly, as he takes his hand away from the younger man’s neck, but not for too long because now the older man is wrapping his belt around Kyle’s already red neck, then he holds both the buckle and the tail of the belt in one hand, holding them tight and pulling at his lightly, making Kyle’s neck to move forward involuntarily. Kyle lets out a whine followed by his hands wrapping around Price’s thick forearm, his tensed forearm due to holding in such a tight grip the belt around his neck.
‘I asked you something, Kyle. What... did... you... say ?’ He punctuates every single word by pulling roughly the belt, letting Kyle almost out of air, but not completely . Kyle’s heart skips a beat, and you might call him crazy, but this is a sign of care. The fact that Price is so rough with him, yet not crossing any boundaries on the sick and twisted as fuck side, it can only mean that Price does care about Gaz and fuck if that doesn’t make Kyle melt under his captain’s hold... His eyes get full of tears once again.
‘I-I said...’ Kyle struggles to let out the words and Price loosens the belt for a bit. ‘ Y-yes. I thought about sucking your dick before... yours, o-only yours, sir.’ Kyle confesses and the way Price’s hand flexes under Kyle’s hold and the way he looks like he’s on thin ice, soon to break, Kyle can only feel a little bit proud and of course he continues.
‘I t-thought about you fucking me, using me, hitting... leaving bruises, cuts, anything... I thought about taking you raw and I also thought about letting you mark me, making me belong to you...’ Kyle’s words come out easily, slurred, but still, that’s the truth. His voice did tremble, and Price was left speechless for a few seconds, staring at the younger lad.
The older man doesn’t say a word, but he puts one of his feet on the couch, next to Kyle’s body, this allowing him to lean closer to Kyle’s face without falling onto the man.
Price wraps the excess of the belt around his wrist as he pulls Kyle’s head closer, he stares down at the younger’s features and Kyle’s chin trembles. At this moment, Price sees the vulnerability, the emotions and the feelings behind him, and before Kyle’s tears start falling down his cheeks, Price closes the remaining space between them, as his lips find their way onto Kyle’s. The kiss is way too tender for what they’ve been doing for the past half hour. Kyle moans as Price’s tongue slips right inside, their tongues sharing their own moment, and damn it, it feels heavenly. Price’s beard rubbing onto his soft skin makes Kyle moan once again and now he takes his hands and wraps them around Price’s neck, his fingers drowning into the soft hair that falls shortly onto Price’s nape. His captain lets out a low groan, followed by a moan when Kyle bites his lower lip.
‘Did you mean it?’ Price asks onto Kyle’s lips, both panting into each other’s mouths.
‘Yes, John... everything and...’ Kyle averts his eyes, shyly, but Price grabs him by his chin and makes him face the man again.
‘And?’ Price asks.
‘And more...’ Kyle whispers and he doesn’t wait for a reply or another question as he slams his mouth back onto Price’s soft lips and kisses him like there’s no tomorrow.
‘Fuck, I’ve thought about your lips being soft, but fuck, they’re way more than that.’ Price growls as he kisses the man once again, leaving him out of air. Kyle just lets him, while one of his hands sneaks down, between their bodies, all the way to the captain’s pants. He doesn’t waste a second and he grabs his fully erected dick through the material, and he squeezes it tightly, earning a loud groan and hips buckling in his grip.
‘I bet you thought about them wrapped around your dick too...’ Kyle whispers and that’s the ice breaking right there. Price’s free hand goes on Kyle’s nape, and he pulls the man back by his neck, making Kyle open his mouth, breathing harshly.
‘You have no manners, don’t you? You do need someone older to put you in place. ’ Price mutters through his teeth.
‘Oh... is that you, sir? Would you like me to call you daddy too?’ Gaz asks, grinning wide. His grin fades right away when Price tightens the belt around his neck, still holding his neck back with the other hand.
‘It won’t be the first fucking time when you call me that, son .’ Price says in a mocking tone, while he tries his best to get up on the coach, his other foot now on the couch too. Now Kyle’s body is captured in between Price’s legs. It looks quite comical from the outside, seeing Price standing on the couch and Kyle’s small body trapped inside those huge, covered thighs, his clothed dick right in front of the younger’s face. But if there’s a way for Kyle to suck his dick while bleeding around his waist, this is the most comfortable way to do it for his Sergeant and he doesn’t mind the overpowering dynamic.
Price pulls Kyle’s head by the belt around his neck and his face lands straight onto Price’s clothed and fully hard cock, both letting out a moan at the same time.
When Gaz starts sniffing and inhaling deeply and exhaling hot air onto his crotch, Price trembles. He lets the belt fall from his grip, one of his hands now leaning onto the wall behind, holding him steadily, while the other hand goes onto Kyle’s head and starts caressing it lovingly.
‘Fuck... such a good boy, aren’t you?’ Price asks, his voice deep. Kyle can only nod furiously, moaning onto the material and mouthing the clothed cock enthusiastically.
‘Show me how good can you suck it.’ Price groans, pushing Kyle roughly into his crotch, leaving him once again without air in his lungs, holding him down there for what felt like minutes.
His head bobs back, while gasping for air and Price looks down at him with... love. No... his eyes are full of adoration, and he even smiles under that neatly trimmed moustache. Gaz’s hands grab onto Price’s pants, unzipping them and pushing them down to his knees.
‘Always going commando, sir?’ Kyle asks, voice rough like he hasn’t talked in days. He doesn’t wait for an answer as he leans, his face getting slapped by the older man’s proud and hard cock and fuck it’s big. Big enough to make Gaz weak in the knees imagining that dick inside of him, his whole-body shivers.
‘Use me how you please, sir ...’ Kyle whispers, giving Price’s dick small licks, but not fully committing on shoving it right inside his mouth. He means it. This is his way of giving permission to Price to ruin him all over.
‘Come on, sir... I won’t break...’ Gaz pleads looking up between his eye lashes, trying his best to behave and to wait patiently for Price to use him. The older man looks down for a few seconds, then he groans, looking back up. It’s a challenge to see Gaz like that and not cum undone right there on that beautiful face.
Price grabs his dick from the base and with his free hand he grabs Kyle by the back of his neck, and he slowly brushes his dick onto those soft parted lips and suddenly, taking the younger man by surprise, Price shoves his cock right inside his mouth, all the way down his throat, choking him instantly, tears falling down his cheeks at the sudden roughness.
‘Breathe, son... you can take it.’ Price’s words shouldn’t feel this soft, but they do, and Kyle closes his eyes, trying his best to keep it steady. Price doesn’t move, letting the man get used to the sensation.
‘ Fuck, Kyle... perfect mouth you have there.’ Price’s voice is rough. Hearing Gaz hum on his cock, the older man takes it as a sign and starts to move slowly. At first, he takes his dick almost out, then he shoves it slowly all the way down Kyle’s warm throat.
‘Open wider.’ Price commands and Gaz does as he’s told. ‘Perfect soldier you are... fuck...’ Price groans as he keeps a steady pace fucking the younger’s man, in and out, in and out, slowly.
Gaz’s hands grab onto Price’s hairy thighs, and he moans on his cock. He traces the skin with his fingers and grabs onto them tighter, earning a shudder from the older man. Kyle lets out a frustrated groan and Price looks down at the man.
‘You’re a little brat, you know that don’t you?’ Price asks smirking.
‘You’re doing a shitty job for someone older that has to put me in place, sir...’ Gaz teases as he lets Price’s dick fall out of his mouth, no resting onto his wet lips. He looks up right into Price’s eyes, like a challenge and Price takes it gladly.
‘Such a dirty mouth, you really... need. To. Learn. Your. Fucking. Place.’ Price answers back, while shoving his dick right back inside Gaz’s mouth, this time pointing each of the last words with a rough and hard thrust, Gaz gagging on the length and girth of the cock, tears making a new appearance.
Both of Price’s hands are now on the back of Kyle’s neck and head, holding him as he fucks his throat at a furious pace, the younger man drooling all over, eyes rolling and he barely can breathe and when he does, he just straight up moan on Price’s cock.
‘Fuck, I’m so fucking close, fuck...’ Price groans, speeding his thrusts, while Gaz drowns his nails in Price’s thighs, holding onto them like his life depends on it, which is not too far from reality.
‘Gonna cum, love...’ Price moans and Gaz’s whole body starts trembling.
‘Can I?’ Price tries his best to hold in for a bit, and Gaz nods, eyes wide looking up at the man.
‘Fuck.... Look at you, such a beautiful boy. You’ll swallow it all, understood?’ Price asks, thrusting harshly.
‘Mhm...’ Kyle tries to talk as if he forgot his mouth is full of dick, and he chokes once again, his mouth contracting around Price’s dick and that’s...
‘I’ll cum... fuck, don’t stop, fucking don’t stop...’ Price’s thrusts become chaotic, and Gaz observes it. The younger man starts bobbing his head up and down, aligning his moves with Price’s thrusts, following them right on spot. He feels the thighs in his grip flexing, and he opens his eyes once again.
‘Taking it all like a good fucking boy that you are, Kyle... fuck.... fuck.’ Price shudders as he shoots rows of cum down Kyle’s abused throat, his thrusts becoming slow and delicious, both for Price’s cock and Kyle’s mouth.
Price takes his cock out slowly, letting out a groan as he also gets down from the couch, now staring at the younger man.
‘I swallowed it all.’ Kyle talks roughly, as he lets his tongue out, showing off his empty and clean mouth.
Price can’t help it but lets out a chuckle, deep and warm then he leans down and kisses Kyle slow and sweet, both men moaning in the kiss.
‘Let’s get you cleaned up.’ Price smiles onto Kyle’s lips then he’s back on his feet, pulling his pants up and grabbing the forgotten belt from the couch and placing it around his waist. Kyle can only stare at the man moving around. He’s too fucked out to realize what Price meant by cleaning up.
‘Let me.’ Price says as he kneels and pulls Kyle’s pants down. The younger man looks down and groans in embarrassment, hiding his face behind his palms, only now realizing he came in his pants without being touched while sucking off his Captain.
Price cleans the man up with a wet cloth and then he also cleans the dried blood around the cut then he walks back to his desk and opens a drawer, taking out a first aid kit and walking back to the couch, sitting down next to his Sergeant.
‘It’ll hurt.’ Price says cautiously as he puts saline solution on a cloth. ‘But I need to disinfect that.’ Price explains.
‘It’s okay, do it.’ Kyle encourages as he looks at the man with loving eyes. Price can take a knife and shove it right into the cut opening it wider, and I would just love you more.
‘You have a sick mind, you know that?’ Price laughs.
‘I said that out loud, didn’t I?’ Kyle whispers, embarrassed once again, his cheeks red as fuck, not looking at the man next to him.
‘You did.’ Price confirms as his free hand reaches out and touches Kyle’s cheek, forcing the younger man to look at him. He doesn’t say a word when Gaz’s eyes stare wide open back at him, Price just leans and kisses the boy softly, taking his time to give attention to both of his lips then his tongue, nothing heated, just a slow kiss, tasting the man, assuring him that they’re here and this happened.
Because whether he likes it or not, Price knows what it feels to be young and full of worry when it comes to feelings and emotions. And he knows how it feels not receiving the reassurance that is craved so much when you’re this young. Life can be rough and confusing and people around you won’t try to make it easier either. Price knows it and with his age came a lot of realizations.
They part from the kiss, both staring at each other, Kyle having this huge smile on his face.
‘I’m going to disinfect this and will put a bandage around it, okay?’ Price explains and Kyle just nods.
The older man does as he explained, earning a few hisses here and there, but no movement and in less than 15 minutes, Kyle’s cut was fully bandaged looking good, not a trace of blood going through the material.
‘You should rest.’ Price states as he gets up and goes to place back the first aid kit, then he opens another drawer and grabs one of his T-shirts and walks back to his... Kyle.
‘Wear this, it’s clean.’ Price hands him the shirt. Gaz grabs it shyly and looks at it in his hands, before dressing, he looks back at the man in front of him.
‘Do you keep these around for lads you fuck so they walk out your office all clean and dandy?’ Kyle whispers, then his eyes fall back on the shirt, avoiding Price’s look. Deep inside, Gaz knows Price won’t ever reciprocate his feelings.
This was a huge mistake. This, what happened today was just a one-time only and it means nothing for Price. And he’s not to blame, Kyle thinks. Of course it was just a quick random fuck, because why would it be any other thing? Kyle is young and mindless in Price’s eyes and the older man won’t ever settle for such a sick and twisted young lad.... Kyle won’t ever be enough for Price and he knew this from the very first start when he found out he had fallen in love with his Captain a long time ago. Price doesn’t need him how he needs Price. Fuck, he has been so selfish to indulge what just happened and now... His Captain will hate him with his whole fucking being...
‘Gaz?’ Price’s voice goes through, Gaz doesn’t even hear it, being wrapped inside his twisted mind.
Now, he waits for Price to tell him to leave his office and never come back again. Fuck, of course that’s how this will end. He was so stupid. Price needs someone strong, old, someone who can give him great support and wonderful memories. Yes, he can give him everything he has, down to his last breath, Kyle is ready to give his own life for his Captain, but he knows that’s not enough... He’ll never be enough for...
‘Kyle... Kyle!’ Kyle trembles hearing Price’s voice so close to his face, and he looks forward only to be met with such worrying eyes staring right at him. Price is back on kneeling in front of him and he looks good, fuck now Kyle can only imagine how it’d feel to be proposed by the older man, he lets out a chuckle, his shoulders trembling and only now he does realize he has been and is still crying whole heartedly.
‘Kyle...’ Price’s voice feels like honey. But his touch can’t be compared to anything else, as he feels Price’s huge palm caressing his wet cheek.
‘It’s okay... I’ll leave in a minute.’ Kyle tries to say between sobs and Price’s heart shatters.
‘No, you won’t. You didn’t hear a word from what I just said.’ Price explains slowly, his hand never leaving his cheek.
Gaz looks down at him confused.
‘You got lost in there...’ Price explains as his index finger taps gently onto his temple. ‘And nothing is true from what you just unconsciously said.’ Price explains further, cautiously not to scare the younger man. Gaz’s eyes wide, then he starts crying again.
‘Kyle, babe...look at me, will you?’ Kyle tries his best to look at the man between his teary eyes.
‘You look divine when crying, trust me, but this isn’t how I want to take care of you.’ Price says. Kyle just listens, looking at the man like he’s the God himself. He wants to say so much, but his throat feels like bleeding, so he lets the older man talk instead.
‘This.’ Price states and points between the two of them. ‘This right here wasn’t just a quick random fuck.’ Price’s both hands are now caressing Kyle’s both cheeks and the younger man leans in the touch, Price tries his best not to smile widely.
‘I do need you, maybe more than you need someone as old as me, Kyle.’ Price says smiling when he sees that Kyle tries his best to stop crying and smiling for a bit then lets out a cough.
‘And I’m ready, I’ve always been ready to give my own life for you if something happens.’ Price’s voice gets rougher, one of his hands fall lower, resting now on Kyle’s neck, holding onto it tightly, pulling the younger man closer, now their foreheads touching.
‘Kyle...’ Price whispers and Gaz hums, he stopped crying a few minutes ago and now he has his arms around Price’s neck, holding him rightly.
‘Kyle... I do too.’ Price confesses, kissing his boy softly, just a peck on the lips then smiling widely when he feels Kyle’s body relaxing finally under his touch.
‘I do love you, and I’ll love you more after you’ll realize how important you are to me.’ Price whispers the confession and Kyle feels out of air.
‘I’ll show you how important you are to me, so you’ll never forget, okay?’ Price promises as his arms are now wrapped around Kyle’s small back, caressing the soft skin.
‘Please, Kyle, let me worry about anything else and let me show how precious you are.’ Price pleads, his voice trembling. And Kyle is the one to lean in this time, kissing the man. This kiss is sweet and slow, yet sensual, as Kyle tries his best to shove his tongue inside his older man’s mouth, and the man just lets him, both tasting each other once again.
‘Fuck... you’ll be the death of me.’ Price whispers onto his now lover’s lips while both are panting hardly.
‘Let’s stick to metaphorically speaking, alright?’ Kyle whispers and earns a chuckle from the older man.
‘Then please try harder not to get hurt on the field.’ Price mocks him then kisses him again.
‘Your fault.’ Kyle smiles into the kiss.
‘Mine?!’ Price asks incredulously, now staring at the younger man.
‘ Flirting over comms like I’m your whore... of course I got distracted and ended up cut open.’ Kyle explains, using such a sultry voice, that makes Price roll his eyes.
‘But you’re my whore , aren’t you?’ Price bites back, both metaphorically and literally, biting Kyle’s lower lip a little bit harsh, earning a moan from the younger lad.
‘Nah, I’m your good little boy who loves you so fucking much .’ Kyle confesses once again, his voice small at the end then he kisses the man once again, to just hide his throbbing heart beating out of his chest.
‘ Papi’s little boy, that you are.’ Price whispers right into Kyle’s ear, making him shiver in his arms, while he buries his face onto Price’s neck in embarrassment.
‘I did call you that, didn’t I?’ Kyle’s words are muffled but Price hears them just right and lets out an airy laugh.
‘You did.’ Price says laughing.
‘ Papi...’ Kyle purrs. And Price grabs him by his neck pulling him from the hiding spot, making the younger man face him.
‘I want to split you open on my cock so damn much...’ Price’s look is hungry, and Kyle can only smile.
‘That’s a shame... two to four weeks for the cut to heal before I can get back to ‘’light training’’ .’ Kyle explains, imitating the nurse word by word. Price groans then he just glues his lips back on the younger man’s and kisses him like there’s no tomorrow.
‘Kyle...’ Price whispers.
‘Hm?’ Gaz asks, becoming sleepier. Being held like this by the man he loves feels surreal.
‘I keep the shirts here because I usually sleep in my office.’ Price confesses as he caresses Kyle’s scalp, holding the man in his arms, even though the position kills both his knees and lower back.
‘So, no fucking lads around here?’ Kyle asks with a sleepy and relaxed voice.
‘There’s only one that got to be fucked by me around here.’ Price says.
‘Oh, really? And it was a good fuck?’ Kyle asks chuckling.
‘He does know how to suck dick, that’s for sure.’ Price teases and he earns a light punch in his stomach from the younger man.
‘Not sleeping.... not sleeping in your office from now on, ok?’ Gaz mumbles, being on the verge of falling asleep.
‘But I hate the emptiness of my room.’ Price explains so innocently for his age, making the sleepy Gaz laugh loudly.
‘My room, Cap. You’ll sleep with me in my room, ok?’ Kyle pushes himself back up, stretching himself and grabbing the clean T-shirt and pulls it over his head.
‘From tonight on?’ Price asks dumbfounded.
Gaz sits up slowly, then his hand grabs Price’s and holds it tight, their fingers intertwined.
‘From right now on.’ Gaz winks lazily and drags the older man outside his office right back to his room.
The funny thing is that Price didn’t oblige nor said a fucking word until they reached Kyle’s room.
Gaz pushes John first then he enters too and locks the door behind them. The younger man unlaces his shoes then he squats down, letting out a hiss at the pain, but not stopping, and he unlaces his Captain’s boots, taking them off and placing them next to his own.
‘Let’s sleep for a bit, shall we?’ Gaz asks and then he reaches up, standing on his toes, and kisses his Captain. Price gives in and he wraps his arms around Gaz’s waist, pushing the younger man right towards his bed.
Gaz smiles widely as he lets his body fall slowly so as not to break open his cut once again, on the soft bed, getting his body all the way back to the wall. Price follows him, but before, he just takes his jacket off, remaining only in his black and tight as fuck tank top. Kyle whistles.
‘ Ay, papi, fuck... and you’re tellin’ me I must wait two to fucking four weeks to get railed by you?’ Kyle whistles once again then he finds himself moaning as Price shoves his own body next to his, Price’s huge palm covering Kyle’s mouth.
‘Shut the fuck up, you’re so fucking loud, and I didn’t even fuck you.’ Price growls as he stares intensely at the younger man. Kyle licks Price’s palm and Price groans at the feeling, taking his hand away from Gaz’s mouth.
Kyle lets out a laugh making the older man chuckle in response. They’re both so fucked. Price lies on his back, facing the ceiling, but he turns his head towards his boy, looking at him with loving eyes.
‘You make me feel alive.’ Price confesses, low and airy, as if Kyle isn’t even meant to hear it, but he does and the younger man just smiles widely, getting closer to the older man, head on his chest.
‘You make me feel loved.’ Kyle is the one who confesses this time, his arm wrapped around Price’s stomach and Price just holds the boy in his arms, on his chest. It feels comforting, warm and cozy and as if they belong to each other since the beginning of the whole fucking world.
They sit in silence, only their breaths can be heard. Suddenly, Kyle grabs Price’s free hand, intertwining their fingers.
‘John...?’ Kyle tries and he gets a hum in response.
‘I really love you....’ Kyle whispers, as his body tries his best to melt into Price’s, becoming one.
‘I know, Kyle.’ Price whispers back, leaning a bit to be able to kiss Kyle’s head. ‘And I love you too...’ Price says, gulping. He’s not a sentimental man, he never has been, but since meeting and getting to know Gaz, something inside Price shifted. And it turns out it shifted for the better. Kyle just hums, being on the verge of falling asleep.
‘More than you know, kid... I love you so damn much...’ Price’s voice trembles as the words come out whispered. He won’t ever admit it, but his eyes are now full of tears, as he feels Kyle’s steady breaths on his chest, a sign his one and only favorite boy fell asleep, feeling safe and loved inside his captain’s arms.
From that day forward, Price’s sole intention was to make his boy happy and satisfied and show him how beautiful and loved he is. And sometimes it was hard as hell, but the love he carries for the younger man is enough to keep him going even on rougher days, because if there’s something, anything he learned with growing old, is that having someone loyal by your side that loves you unconditionally means you got blessed from Heavens and you have to make it worth the while on this earth.