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Ghost walks over to their kitchen and starts kneading dough to make more bread. The way that his hands move effortlessly over the flour and mixture is hypnotizing. Soap finds that he can’t look away.
“Think you can do that to someone else, aye LT?”
“I think I could do this to someone else, Johnny.” Ghost then proceeds to punch the dough while glaring at Soap.
“I’ll see me self out then.”
“No. Johnny. Come ‘ere and ‘elp me. Making beer bread for Price.”
“Aye.”
Ghost whisks the dry ingredients together and instructs Soap to add a little bit of beer at a time.
“Easier for kneading. In my experience.”
“You make beer bread a lot, then?”
“Pumpernickel.”
Soap poured in the rest of the beer and watched Simon work away, kneading the dough with such care.
“Really mesmerizing, LT.”
“Want to give it a go, Johnny?”
“Really? You sure I wouldn’t mess it up?” John laughs, but Simon looks dead serious.
“You can help me out with the pumpernickel, then.”
“Never gonna geet over ye saying ‘pumpernickel’ LT.”
Ghost puts the dough into a pan and shoves it into the oven.
“Grab the brown sugar and yeast, Soap.”
Ghost takes out his cup of milk from the microwave, where it was sitting to warm up. He grabs out another clean bowl.
Soap comes back with the yeast and brown sugar.
“So first you activate your yeast.”
Ghost mixes in the sugar, yeast, and milk. Once it becomes frothy he looks back up at Soap.
“Grab us a tea, will you?”
Soap reads his usual expression when Simon asks for a tea. Nonetheless, he walks back and grabs the tea bags.
After about 5 minutes, Simon grabs out the “wet” ingredients.
“You can measure, right Johnny?”
“I do believe I can, ye.”
“I need a fourth of a cup of butter.”
“Aye.”
John grabs out the butter and does as he’s told while Simon mixes the molasses, flour, cocoa, and salt. Once Johnny is done, he mixes the butter as well.
“The brown sugar makes it sweet.”
“I suppose that makes sense.”
Ghost kneads the dough thoroughly, making sure Johnny watches.
“Grab a pan and some cooking spray, Johnny.”
Once the dough has doubled in size, Simon drops it onto the floured counter and punches the air out of it.
“Told you I could do that as well.”
He folds it into the pan and shoves it in the oven. He grabs the beer bread out.
“So you really like baking, Simon?”
“Don’t—Yes. I do.”
“That’s a good past time, aye?”
“Johnny. Do you ever shut up?”
“No I don’t believe I do.”
Soap grabs a bread knife and cuts the beer bread. As if on a queue, Price walks in once he’s done cutting it.
“Had a su chef today, Captain.”
Price just nods to Soap and grabs a slice.
“Might want to put butter on it,”
“You know I like it dry, Simon.”
Ghost nods.
Soap feels like he’s in the middle of two mimes that can only communication to each other.
“Well, issit good, Cap?”
“It’s great, Sergeant.” Price walks up to Simon, pats him on the back, and whispers, “He’s a keeper, I tell ya.”
“Fuck off,” Ghost starts before getting a death stare, “Yeah yeah.”
“What was that aboout, Si?”
“Call me Si or Simon again and you’ll be in the next loaf. And it was nothing, Johnny.”
“Alright, alright. Keep to me self then.”
—
At the party, Soap walks up to Ghost and slings his arm around his shoulder.
“Every’ne loves the breads, LT. I have to say, it’s better than the last time. Might be me Scottish charm.”
“I’m sure it is, Sergeant.”
Soap looks up at Ghost. They make direct eye contact for a moment before John leans in.
“Think you can give me a massage? Promise I’ll stay just as still as the dough.”
“After the party, Sergeant.”
Soap chuckles and nods. He finishes off his drink and goes back over to Kyle and Price.
—
After the party is over, Ghost finds John sitting on the couch, half-flirting with Kyle.
“Soap.”
He looks up at the taller man. “Oh right. I’ll be off, Gaz. See ya tomorrow, aye? Aye..” Soap chuckles as they walk away. Or, as he is dragged away.
“Promised me a good night. Don’t forget that, Sergeant.”
“Oh yeah. I know, I know.”
Ghost pulls him into his room and pins him to the wall.
“So, where does it hurt?”
“Allll over, Si,” He hiccups softly while looking down at himself. “I s’ppose mostly me thighs.”
Simon sneers and bites his lip.
“Alright. Go make yourself comfortable on your stomach.”
Johnny walks over to his lieutenants bed and lies on his stomach. Of course after discarding his shoes and pants.
He shoves his nose into Simon’s sheets like it’s a scratch and sniff.
His thoughts are interrupted when he feels the bed shift. Simon straddles his calves and pushes his knuckles into John’s thighs.
“Shite. You really are tense down here.”
“Aye, LT…” Soap yawns and closes his eyes as Ghost works his magic.
John really does feel like the dough under Ghost’s ministrations. He feels like putty, that’s for sure, and he’s loving every minute of it.
“Si… that’s real nice. You’ve a talent.”
“Mm.”
“I’m serious, Si,”
“I told you to stop calling me that.”
“Sorey.”
Ghost kneads his thighs until they feel loose. Then, against his better judgements, he kneads at Soap’s bare arse. It feels even tighter than his leg muscles.
“Shite, Johnny, what do the new recruits have you doing?”
“I do… lots of… nevermind.”
Ghost looks down at him suspiciously, but not another word is said.
Once all the knots in John’s legs are gone, he moves up to his back. He rolls the shirt up, almost over Soap’s head, and he kneads at the small of his back.
“Oh shite- That’s real good, LT.”
“I’m sure it is.”
His thumbs knead right into his oblique muscles, causing John to whine.
“Like that, Sergeant?”
Soap nods and closes his eyes once again. He rocks his hips side to side slightly, probably squirming from the discomfort of it all.
He moves up to his outer rib muscles. He kneads at them like the thick dough he makes for pasta.
“You’re thick, Johnny.”
“My body or me mind?”
“Both.” Ghost smirks and lifts up his mask over his nose. “Definitely thicker down here, though. To give you any credit…”
“Thanks, LT.”
Ghost finally gets to his shoulders. He kneads at them in such a way that it makes John whine from what could happen next. Was Ghost really hoping for something more?
“LT?” He starts, “Did you want me to stay here for another reason?”
“…All depends on you, Johnny.”
“I’d like to. If you don’t mind.”
Ghost nods and presses into the muscles right below his neck.
“Think you can handle me?”
Soap gulps and covers his face. Shite was he in trouble.
“Yeah…”
“Then I guess you can stay.”
—
Once Soap felt like literal putty, he was laughing and giggling with Ghost.
Ghost was standing up, rummaging through his drawers for more comfortable clothes.
“Your famous pumpernickel was actually very nice, LT.”
“Thanks, Soap.”
“…LT?”
Ghost looks over at him. His mask is still shoved above his nose.
“Why’s your mask up?”
“…Easier to breathe.” He walks up to John, straddling his back again. “Especially when a handsome muppet is in my bed.”
Soap squeaks like a mouse.
“Didn’t know you felt that way, LT.”
“ Now you can call me Simon.”
Soap inhales sharply and struggles under Ghost’s weight.
“Simon- let me up, please,”
Ghost gets off of Soap, but doesn’t let him move. With his hand splayed across Soap’s back, he keeps him firm against the bed.
“Johnny?”
“Aye, LT?”
“You cannot tell Price, or even Gaz about this.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“That’s a good boy.”
Ghost lets him go, which was a horrible mistake.
Soap pounces onto Ghost’s lap and kisses him instantly.
“Fucking slag,” Ghost peels him off of his lap. “Better get naked before we do anything else. I’m not making a mess of you like that.”
“Like that?” Snickering, Soap still obliges and takes off his clothing.
“Fuck off.”
“I’m trying to.”
Ghost just glares at him. “Favorite position?”
“Sure you want me answering that, LT?” After his nod, he responds, “Well usually I like scissoring but I guess that isn’t possible for ye…”
Ghost smirks and rips the rest of his mask off. “Oh yeah?”
“Shite- Yeah..”
Soap crawls backwards up to the headboard while Ghost follows him, crawling forwards.
“I’m sure we could do something else, can’t we, love?”
Hesitantly, he says, “I know it’s cliche but I like reverse cowgirl.”
“That’s alright, Johnny.”
His tongue licks up John’s thigh, passing his crotch, and then up his stomach.
“Ye bastard-!”
“Shhh.”
Simon pulls him into a kiss. Gentle and nurturing, until it turns rough.
Soap crawls into Simon’s lap and tries to discard his clothing.
Ghost sneers and pushes him back onto the bed before stripping the rest of his clothing off. Soap stares blankly at his……
“That’s too fucking big, LT-“
“It has fit before.”
“Not in me it hasn’t!”
Soap crawls backwards again, trying to run away, not from Simon, but from his monster of a cock.
“I’ve never even seen one that thick, Simon! Are you sure it’s real?”
Simon laughs and pulls his legs closer to him. Their noses almost touch. “Of course it’s fucking real, Johnny. Why would I be wearing a fake cock around base?”
“To impress the lassies? Or maybe the lads…”
“Lads, meaning you, then yeah I might.”
“Fucking prick.”
Simon smirks and pulls John onto his lap.
“Now lets see how wet you are…”
Simon’s tip grazes across Soap’s slit. It’s sloppy and wet.
“Hmmm…” Simon puts a single digit inside of John’s slick hole. He feels around for a while before putting in a second. “Yeah, let’s stretch you out a bit first.”
“S-Simon-“ He pants heavily as his head falls into Ghost’s shoulder. “It won’t fit…”
“It will, Soap. You’d be surprised how far this cunt of yours can stretch.”
“I… can’t…” Soap groans and bounces on his fingers. “I can just get off like this, Si- I promise-“
“No, no. That’s not how we’re going to do this.”
Simon pushes him gently onto the bed and stretches him with three fingers, now. John groans and writhes under him, yet he’s still trying to get closer to his hand.
“Are you a slag, Johnny? Keep your body still.”
“Yeah.. I’m a slag..”
Ghost smirks and pulls his fingers out. His cock head lines up with John’s entrance.
“It will fit now. I promise. If you really want me to stop, say bread.”
John laughs and nods. “Aye.”
“Good lad.”
Ghost pushes in slowly. His cock and his mouth drools at the way Soap’s pussy lips wrap around his thickness.
“You’re doing so well for me, Johnny,”
Those whines and groans were like music to Ghost’s ears.
“Its- Hold on a minute, Si-“
Ghost stops and strokes the boys hair.
“Alright?” A thumb brushes across John’s cheek bone, soothing him just slightly.
“Yeah…. keep going now,” Ghost smirks at the same time as Johnny.
Ghost pushes in the rest of the way, but Soap makes him stop once again.
“Let’s get used to it, yeah?”
Ghost lies down on top of Johnny and runs a hand through his hair.
“Thank you, LT.” He closes his eyes, enjoying the quiet for just a moment. “Never had a man actually care about how I felt in bed.”
“Seriously? Fucking pricks.”
“You’re telling me…”
A minute of silence for Soap, just to get used to Ghost’s size, turns quickly into a minute of filthy words being thrown at one another.
“I can make it feel much better than any other man has, Johnny.”
“Makin’ me soaked just thinking about it, Si.”
“You really are a slag, huh?”
“Only for cock.”
Ghost shakes his head and nibbles on Soap’s ear. “Ready yet?”
“Think so. I like a little burn, so why not?”
“There’s a good lad.”
Ghost finally starts shifting in and out of Soap’s slick covered hole.
In, out, in, out. He set a steady pace for Soap to adjust. But quickly enough, just like the slag he is, Soap is begging for more.
“Please Si, I need it- Please,”
“Do you really?”
“Please Simon-“
Ghost speeds up just a bit. God, the noises John made are going to kill him. He already felt himself getting close.
“Gonna be the death of me, Johnny.”
Soap laughed through his moans, “Lieutenant Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley: Killed by transgender pussy”
Ghost laughs as well as he speeds up. Now it was becoming deadly.
“Shite- Simon !”
“Is there something wrong, love? Thought you said you liked the burn.”
“This is a fucking fire, LT! Not a burn!”
Ghost speeds up even more. His own skin slapped against Johnny’s so beautifully. The stretch around his cock made him grunt.
“The fuck was that, LT?!”
“Such a pretty cunt you’ve got here, Johnny-“
With a few strokes to John’s clit, he’s coming around Simon’s dick.
“That’s it, good job, shhh.” Ghost coddled,
“LT- I-“
“You want me to finish, huh?”
“Yes… yes, god, please,”
Ghost puts a hand over Soap’s mouth and continues thrusting in and out of him, setting an insane pace.
Soap’s moans sounded filthy through Simon’s palm, the only thing keeping other soldiers sleeping.
“Almost there, love. Be a good boy and wrap those legs around me.”
Once in this new position, he is much deeper. God, Johnny might die as well.
Ghost grips his hips so hard it might leave marks, but it’s necessary for his coming.
John practically sees white when Ghost finishes inside.
“ FUCK, micht be seeing stars, Si,”
“English?”
“It was pretty fucking clear, Simon,”
Soap grunts and sits up. The come oozing out of him fit the new title, “slag”, perfectly.
“Think I’ll keep you, Soap.”
“Aye?”
“Let’s get you cleaned up then, yeah?”
“Alright…” Once Soap was in the shower, he almost collapses against Simon. “That wis perfect, LT.”
“Really? Best of the best?”
“Might just be.”
“Think I could do it again sometime?”
“Ah wouldn’t mind.”
Ghost smirks and cleans the two of them up thoroughly.
“Fucking hell, Simon. How do you walk around with a third fucking leg?”
“You really wanna know?”
“Dinnae tell me you use tape?”
Ghost just shrugs and grabs a towel for Johnny.
“Ghost. Simon? Holy hell, ye use tape?!”
Ghost nods and pulls out spare clothes for Johnny.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Sergeant.”
“Ah cannae hawp this..”
“English. And why the fuck are you speaking so much scottish?”
“I said I cannot believe this. And I’m fucking cum drunk if you’re really wondering.”
“And literally drunk, too.”
Simon pulls John into his arms and under the covers.
“Goodnight, Johnny.”
“Night, Si.”