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For Simon, it had been an average day.
Same routine:
0500 wake up early for a warm up run
0700 beat the recruits into the ground with drills
0930 breakfast and smoke a fag
1000 tackle the stack of paperwork occupying his desk
1230 lunch
1330 gym session
1500 back to the bedroom to sharpen the personal knife collection
1600 complete any necessary chores
~1800ish shower/ wind down
2000 wreck himself on his massive dildos
At least, that's what he had planned on.
Credenhill always gifted Simon the most unusual surprises – like Johnny completely singeing his clothes and hair via unexpected explosion. Explosions and Johnny went hand in hand, however, his Sergeant getting caught in the crossfire WAS unusual.
Hearing the racket, Simon decided to investigate. When he found Johnny in his usual test site, charred remains of something in his hands, Simon's immediate response was to tease. But Johnny was stuck like a deer in the headlights after the bomb had gone off.
A small plume of smoke-like gas surrounded him, but it didn't seem quite like the usual cloud that an explosive might kick up. It was thicker and a lot more light than a dirt cloud would be.
“Awright, Johnny?”
He shook his head out of his daze and nodded his response.
“Yeah, L.T. Who knew this would have such a kick, literally combust before I had even finished combining them… it wasn't supposed to light without a fuse…”
Johnny's breathing seemed a little labored but he stayed light hearted so Simon remained unconcerned.
“What do you have in your hands anyways, then?”
Johnny winced.
“Sooooo about that, I may or may not have seen one of your jackets you left in the rec and snagged it before I got distracted and wanted to finish up here. Swear I was gonna bring it to you, but then I remembered I wanted to test out the new materials we just got in.”
Simon's life flashed before his eyes.
Jacket he left in the rec. A jacket he had worn out last time he left base to get some… questionable pills. Pills someone might buy at a gas station before a hookup. Pills for a man who may not be in his prime after so many years of abuse.
Okay, it was pills for erectile dysfunction. Sue him.
It wasn't his fault that his body didn't have the strength to get his dick up anymore when it had been focused on keeping him alive instead. Maybe he wanted to indulge every now and then in a quick hookup to blow off some steam and none of his hookups had ever been kind enough to let him bottom. So what.
The real concern now is that those pills had turned into fine particulates in the explosion and filled the air; air that Johnny was huffing in and talking in and oh my god this is going to be bad.
Johnny was already getting weirdly shifty. Stepping foot to foot, not able to keep eye contact with the lieutenant.
“Soap, you need to step out of the cloud right now,” Simon demanded in a tone a parent addressing their toddler who was doing something bad would use.
Johnny leaves the cloud behind, but the damage is already done. He's waddling back and forth and his hands holding the destroyed jacket are now carefully covering his crotch.
“I uh, I think I should go wash up,” Johnny nervously chuckles out.
He's turning away and booking it before Simon can even tell him about what really happened. He'll be able to sort it out. Certainly.
Right?
It's a couple hours later and Simon can't help but feel antsy about what happened to Johnny. He's taken those pills before, and knows how much of an effect they can have. And Johnny essentially burned through an entire pack in them. There's no possibility that he hadn't felt the results.
So now Simon is touching over his body, circling his own nipples, imagining what it could be if his hands were Johnny's instead. If he could lay back against the pillows and watch Johnny work his own heated flesh above him. His prick would be flushed and dripping, much more virile than Ghost was these days.
Ghost ached at the thought. He wished so desperately that Johnny would use his body for his own pleasure. Simon would give him whatever he wanted. Would be a sloppy hole for his thick cock however long the Scot wanted to go. He could lick him clean after and keep him warm too.
But alas, he was alone. And so his fingers would have to do.
The familiar snick of the lube sounded through the room and Simon felt his stomach tighten. Like a trained dog…
His practiced fingers easily loosened his hole, teasing around the rim occasionally and mostly avoiding his sweet spot. He wanted to make sure he could work himself up to one of his bigger toys tonight. He really couldn't get his Sergeant off his mind and he had a feeling the younger man had a cock like a coke can. Thick.
Simon had 4 fingers in himself and he was desperately rubbing at his still soft cock when he heard a series of knocks on his door. He was hoping the person would get the hint and leave if he didn't answer, but unfortunately the knocking just got more insistent.
He grunted out a gruff, “coming” and scrambled to make himself presentable again. Nearly impossible with how flushed his skin was and that he was entirely naked when they began but he made due.
When he opened the door, wearing loose sweats and a hoodie, he was face to face with his Sergeant, who had clearly been going through something.
Johnny's face was still flushed with exertion. Sweat beaded on his skin at his forehead and over his neck. His normally tidy mohawk was disheveled and messy that could only hint at one thing.
Simon opened the door more and stepped to the side to allow Johnny in. Johnny easily slipped in and promptly pushed Simon into the door, forcing it closed.
Johnny's pupils were blown out, glossy black absorbing his irises. His hot breath ghosted over Simon's neck and tickled his ears. His fingers wrapped tightly into the soft black fabric draped over Simon's chest and he could feel the slight tremble over top of the hoodie.
“I need your help. Something’s wrong with me,” Johnny's voice was no more than a rough gravel. Simon's pulse pounded in his ears.
“Certainly this is something medical could handle, no?” Simon objected nervously. Except he wasn't actually nervous. He was incredibly flustered. Johnny's hard thickness was pressed firmly into his own soft length and it made Simon want to bust out of his own skin.
“I can't go to them for this. Nobody can know about this,”
“And yet here I am Sergeant,”
“You're different,” Johnny rocked his hips against Simon's, seemingly unconsciously. “You're all that's been going through my head L.T. You're the only one who can fix this,” Johnny was panting in his ear now. He had worked himself into a rhythm against his superior's body, causing Simon cheeks to match the flush of arousal that cloaked Johnny's skin.
Simon was at a loss for words. Johnny was a handsome man and the two definitely shared a more profound bond than most, but Simon had never really considered him as anything more than a daydream considering his own lacking facilities. But the way Johnny was firmly pressed into him, holding his body steady and using it the way he wanted, maybe he wouldn’t need to pop a pill for once.
Now that his younger counterpart was using his body, Simon couldn't help but feel weak in the knees. Maybe he should accept Johnny's advances. He'd finally get the taste of submission he'd been craving so thoroughly. Judging by the feel of it against him, he certainly had a lot to offer. And judging by the weight and timing of his thrusts, he certainly knew how to use it too.
Simon's lips parted but he was unable to form any words. A small gasp left his lungs when Johnny took the opportunity to close the gap between them. Their lips fit together like a puzzle piece but Johnny was ravenous in the way he kissed. Teeth dragged across Simon's plump lower lip and threatened to take blood with them. The Sergeant was unyielding in the way he guided their kiss, easily coercing Simon into opening up further to his ministrations. It was messy and so, so hot. Simon quickly found himself running out of breath between the noises he let out and his lack of air.
“Haah- Johnny-”
Johnny pulled away from his lips only to latch onto Simon's neck. His hands slowly released their hold on the front of Simon's hoodie and made their way down to his hips. Tanned, scarred hands slid underneath the hem and danced over Simon's soft belly and waist.
“Please Ghost. I'll make it worth your while. Treat you right. Need it,” he took a small gasp at a particularly rough thrust. “Need you.”
Simon decided that yes, he needed this too.
Finally grabbing at Soap and looping his fingers through the Sergeants belt loops, he acquiesced.
“Show me a good time then, yeah?”
Soap was quickly peeling away layers of clothes from himself and Ghost to get skin on skin contact. A calloused, tan hand was wrapping itself around the two of them, friction reduced by the moisture that had built there.
Soap tightened the grip and the two of them moaned in unison. It was as though they had forgotten their end goal – both were close to the edge and finding it hard to slow themselves. Surprisingly, it was Soap who found the strength to pull himself away from the slick heat they had created. He gently moved Ghost towards the bed and helped him remove the remaining clothes that hadn't made it off the first time.
“C'mon baby, get on the bed for me,” Soap cooed.
Simon's face heated up at the pet name but he listened. He got into all fours towards the edge of the mattress. He leaned down onto elbows and did his best to make an appealing arch out of his spine.
Soap pushed his palm flat between his shoulderblades, forcing him so his chest was pressed to the mattress and his face had to turn to the side for air.
“That's it. So pretty, my boy.”
Soap was letting his hands feel every inch of Simon's body; he squeezed at every meaty part of his body. Strong fingers dug into his pecs and played with the flesh there, they felt at his defined obliques and finally landed on the roundness of his ass. A small kiss was placed against his spine.
“Ugh, you're a dream, Si. Can't believe I've finally got you here like this,” he said in a soft voice.
“Lube is in the bedside table drawer,” Simon rushed out. The blush that had sat on his cheeks was now deliciously covering his body.
Soap only took a moment before the sound of a snick filled the quiet room and then warm, but slick fingers were prodding at his hole.
The sergeant hadn’t been expecting how easily his fingers would slide into the tight heat. There was no resistance before his knuckles were meeting Simon’s rim. He let out a heated moan at the implications.
“Should’ve known you would’a been practiced. Damn shame I couldn’t have opened you up myself though,” his fingers slowly dragged in and out of Simon’s hole, teasing each area and clearly searching.
“I was expecting tonight to end much-” he sucked in a harsh breath when Johnny found his target, “-differently,” he exhaled. He sunk further into the mattress the more Johnny played with his prostate – couldn’t help when the throaty whines left his chest.
“Don’t think I need to waste more time stretching you out then. Not when we both are ready for more,” Simon was nodding in agreement when Johnny’s fingers were suddenly replaced with something a lot thicker and hotter.
Fat heat was pressing into him in a smooth motion and he couldn't help the way his jaw went slack. The stretch was perfect. Exactly what he had been craving for so long. Soon, pelvis was flush with hips and he could finally exhale the breath that had been stuck in his lungs.
He doesn't know who moved first, but it went from 0-100 in record speeds. Just seconds ago, he was fighting to adjust to Johnny's thick length, and the next there was a rough hand grabbing at the back of his neck and using it as leverage to piston his cock in and out of Simon's hole.
A deep groan left Simon. He felt his eyes roll back into his head. Johnny hit his prostate perfectly with every thrust. His girth pulled at his rim just the way he liked. And Johnny was taking the perfect amount of control to help him get into that mindset. One where he could just stop thinking and feel pleasure.
Simon almost whined when suddenly Johnny's hips were stuttering to a halt and he felt a warmth flooding his insides.
It was over far too quick for his liking. He needed to be properly pounded until his legs were jelly and he wasn't capable of higher level function.
Just as he began thinking about how he would begrudgingly have to use his dildo to finish himself off tonight, Johnny was amping up again. It started as small grinds against him, pressing as deep as possible, and slowly became full thrusts again. Less fervid this time, but just as powerful. Maybe even more concise and accurate this time.
Simon was feeling good before, but now he wasn't able to keep his facilities as well. His arch had gotten sloppy and his moans were no longer the porn-star moans from before. These were guttural, almost concerning moans. Even his length, which still refused to get hard, was leaking below him. Then Johnny wrapped a hand around him.
“What a perfect, useless cock.” Johnny's tone sounded dreamy, like he was enraptured by the flesh held in his palm. He squeezed at the length and used his thumb to slide over his head. He teased at the slit over and over, using all of Simon's precum to ease the glide. “I'm so glad it doesn't work. You were meant to take me. This cute little cock was meant to be in my hand.” Johnny was panting into his ear now. His hips increased their pace, matching those from before.
“I wanna be covered in you, Si. Please, won't you cum for me?”
His words plus the increased pace against his prostate sent him careening over the edge. His cock gave a few weak spurts over Johnny's fingers but his hole clenched tightly around his length. His muscles spasmed as he came down from the high.
Johnny was pulling out all too soon and he almost voiced his protest until the younger was letting out a deep groan and painting him with his spend. Johnny was huffing like a dog, completely entranced by the pearly fluid covering his hand and his own that covered Simon's body. He brought his soiled hand to his mouth, sticking his tongue out to catch a taste of Simon's release. He let out another moan before wrapping that hand around his own neck and rubbing the mess into his skin.
His other hand wrapped around himself. He was miraculously still hard. Simon wasn't sure how he could still do it when he himself felt like he had just completed a triathlon. But it wasn't long before Johnny was cumming again and painting him with it. When he finally finished, he was rubbing his seed into Simon's skin like it was moisturizing, not stopping until his skin was slick with it.
This time, Johnny finally grew soft. He collapsed on top of Simon and nuzzled between his shoulders.
“Johnny, get off of me you brute,”
“Nae, feel like I just got hit with a bus,”
“No shit, sex fiend. My arse feels like it got hit with a bus,”
“You think I'm as big as a bus?”
“Oh fuck off,”