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There was a hitch in Ghost's step. It was small, it was contained, it was barely even there, and any sane person wouldn't have been staring at Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley hard enough to notice. Good thing no one could claim the sergeants to be sane. Least of all the sergeants themselves.

Soap elbow tapped Gaz, eyes shooting to Ghost and back in signal, and Gaz tipped the bill of his hat in answer. Within seconds, the two of them moved seamlessly toward their lieutenant.

As Ghost wrapped up with Price, their captain's eyes lit up at seeing the two of them moving like sharks to blood in the water. He brought a hand up and clapped Ghost on the shoulder and caught the barest twitch of his eye at the impact. It clued him in to exactly the kind of trouble their infamous wraith was in for.

"Well then, I'll leave you to it," they heard Price say as they came up and flanked Ghost. The larger man stiffened as he felt the ominous presence of his doom encroaching. He turned around and went completely still, eyes darting between the two younger men as Price strolled away whistling.

"Don't you two 'ave somewhere to be," Ghost tried for an air of disinterested nonchalance, attempting to step straight forward between them, and finding himself hooked by each arm and half dragged toward the mess.

He could stop them, but if Ghost was being honest with himself, for once, he really didn't want to. However, he didn't have to let them know that.

"It's like you two twats want to be written up."

"Och, ye don' mean tha', Lt."

Gaz kept quiet for now, but he rolled his eyes behind the safety of his cap.

Ghost got so far as the doors before he put the breaks on, both men hanging on to his biceps jerked slightly as their momentum was interrupted.

"Well, this was lovely. Now if you two don't mind, I'-"

"We do mind," cut in Gaz's smooth voice, the man leaning in so he could speak lowly near Ghost's ear as Soap looked out for anyone coming around the corners, hands still clamped around Ghost's arm.

"You, Sir, haven't been taking care of yourself."

There was a light threat in his tone and it had heat prickling up the back of Ghost's neck.

"Take care of m'self jus' fine, Garrick."

"Yer takin' the piss, Sir," Soap pitched in, voice softer than his usual boisterous tone, making sure the resonance didn't travel beyond their temporary bubble of privacy in the empty hall.

"Christ, not you too," Ghost growled, eyes darkening in the mask as his brows creased.

"You are going to come have something to eat. You're going to drink water. Then we're going to take you back to your room and make sure you get a… restful night."

The tone, the threat, the warmth and promise in Gaz's voice had that heat spreading, sweat beading at Ghost's temple under the mask. He straightened his back, took a deep breath, and let the two men head in half a step ahead of him.

True to their word, the sergeants got three trays, Ghost looming behind them as he usually did, and they headed to a quieter corner of the area to make sure they wouldn't be overheard, murmuring encouragements and threats in equal part to the masked man they crammed between their bodies.

By the time he'd had enough food, Ghost was aware of more aches and pains that he'd been ignoring, each joint feeling more stiff the longer he sat on the hard chair. The droop of his eyes signaled to his ever attentive sergeants that it was time to go, the pair of them chattering on about anything under the sun as they cleaned up their trays and corralled him toward the door.

They were always a sunny pair around the base. Approachable, friendly, pranksters if someone got them going. Ghost was never far away, his hulking form seeming like he was there to deter anyone from harassing his team too much. Little did they know, the real terrors of the 141 were the sharp teeth so easily bared in the sergeants smiles. Ghost's iron will bent for a very small number of people, and the sergeants and his captain seemed to hold the top spots on that list.

By the time he reached his door, Gaz and Soap were gently supporting his frame, feet feeling like lead and his head slowly beginning to droop as exhaustion settled deep in his bones.

"Might just want to leave me here. M'no use for fun tonight, loves."

His voice was quiet, but his men heard him, tutting and fussing quietly over him in the distant corner of the hall where they were away from prying eyes.

"Won' hear a word o'that, dove. We know what ye need," Soap soothed him, Ghost grumbling a bit as Gaz finally opened the door once he dug Ghost's key from his pocket. Ghost was shuffled inside and the door locked securely behind them before hands were on him. Not prodding, not pressing or dragging like earlier. They were slow now, methodical as Ghost was slowly stripped.

His gloves were removed, a finger loosened at a time before they slid from his palms and were laid on his desk. His jacket unzipped, slowly slipped from his shoulders, shirt following when a second set of hands gripped the hem and lifted. The whole time, Ghost stood still and patient while he was worked over. Nimble fingers opened his belt and trouser fastenings while deft hands of another worked his laces loose so he could step out of boots, socks, and pants in one fell swoop.

Gaz stepped to the desk and turned on the small reading lamp while Soap worked Ghost's boxer briefs down over his ass and off his legs, until all that remained were his mask and tags. His eyes were closed, unsure of when he'd allowed them to do so, but the next thing he felt was warm skin at his front and back. They must have stripped themselves while Ghost floated in the safety they afforded him.

Blinking bleary eyes back open, Ghost- now stripped down to Simon, was greeted with brilliant blue eyes, Johnny gazing so sweetly at him before he pressed up into a slow kiss. His eyes closed again and Simon leaned into it, tongues exploring as he felt another set of lips, plush and warm as they skimmed over his left shoulder. Hands were sliding over him, one set easing over his stomach and around to lay pressed warm between his and Kyle's skin at Simon's lower back, the other set roaming around his hips and down as they slid into place gently gripping at each inner thigh, just holding and kneading softly for now.

Simon groaned into Johnny's mouth and gave a tender nip to his bottom lip before letting his head tip back. Johnny was undeterred as his lips slid easily down over his chin to skim Simon's throat while Kyle's came back, hot and sucking as they worked up the side of his neck in tandem.

The aches he'd been ignoring all day were making themselves more pronounced now, and his body was getting heavier in the solid holds of his sergeants.

"I really… don' think I'll be much good tonight, loves…"

His tone was reluctant, a sigh escaping at the end, but he just felt the kiss of teeth to his skin when both men seemed to smile like he hadn't been trying to let them down easy. It was Kyle to speak up again first.

"We already told you, Si. We're going to give you a nice relaxing evening."

"Ye just let us handle it, dove. We know how tae take care of ye."

Kyle gave a little squeeze before his hands retreated, Ghost huffing in disapproval but the warmth soon disappeared from his back anyway. Johnny didn't let him focus on it for too long, a hand wrapping around the back of his neck as it pulled him gently toward the bed.

"Which hip's got you this time?" Johnny asked softly, the sound of the water in the sink cutting on but all Simon could focus on was frowning at the man before him.

"How'd… neither, Johnny. I'm fi-"

"If ye try an' tell me that hitch in yer walk earlier isn't from yer hip, then I don' know ye nearly half as well as I should," Johnny cut him off with the faintest edge in his laugh, realizing that Simon wasn't quite as relaxed as he needed him yet.

"Looks like I'll have tae figure it out for myself."

His eyes were soft as they roamed over Simon's body, cataloguing any bruise or scrape along with the scars he's long since memorized. Johnny shifted, turning so he could back Simon up to the bed and have him sit down on the side of it. Kyle came back from the bathroom with a hand towel and a washrag dampened under hot water.

"What's all this then? Don't know why you two are makin' such a fuss," Simon attempted, a soft curl of pleading in his tone that they'd become well accustomed to. He was hard to take care of, kept himself busy making sure no one could see his soft underbelly. He kept armor clamped over wounds and would let them fester before he would allow anyone to see a vulnerability they could take advantage of. But this was Gaz and Soap— Kyle and Johnny, and they'd long since found out how to get at what needed tending.

Johnny pressed a kiss to Simon's furrowed brow and then clambered up on the bed, settling himself against the rail of the headboard, Simon's pillow slipped between it and his back. Kyle stepped up between Simon's legs now, taking his chin in hand and tipping his face back.

"If you're not sore, and not hurt, and everything's fine, we're going to do this anyway. So just sit tight for us, yeah?"

He leaned down into a slow kiss, waiting until Simon relaxed enough to press up into it before parting from him, smirking as Simon huffed in mild annoyance once more.

"Fickle. Soon as you're doin' somethin' I enjoy, you both go bloody movin' about."

Kyle laughed as he handed the washrag off to Johnny, keeping the hand towel himself, and then pressed on Simon's shoulder to encourage him to lie back. Simon had been relaxed enough that he couldn't quite stifle the slight jump from the pressure, gritting his teeth as he'd been caught. He flopped back into Johnny's lap, none too gracefully, a petulant little scowl on his lips as he crossed his arms.

"None of that, you," Johnny chided softly, one hand coming to gently brush the curls from Simon's forehead as the other brought the washrag up to begin cleaning the residual eye black from his skin.

Kyle moved gracefully onto the bed, lightly straddling Simon's thighs and making sure not to sit with too much pressure. The hand towel, still barely warm, but enough not to be uncomfortable, began to slide over his skin. Kyle started as his chest, earning a huff from Simon when he was forced to uncross his arms, moving over each pec and then down the solid expanse of his abdomen, swirling around his navel before continuing on his wipe down. Johnny was easy with the washrag, waiting until Simon had closed his eyes under the gentle assault, sweeping over his eyelids and taking his time getting all the smeared black out of his blonde brows.

Kyle moved lower, gently shifting Simon's legs so he could kneel between them instead of over them, the hand towel following down one hip, over the strong muscles of his thigh. He gently lifted Simon's left leg, the towel tracing over his knee and sliding around to rub over his calf to his ankle. Warm lips pressed a tender kiss to the inside of Simon's knee before he lowered it back to the bed and moved to get up.

Simon cracked open an eye, a scowl on his lips, and Kyle just laughed, Johnny rolling his own eyes before encouraging Simon to close again.

"I'll be right back, just going to re-wet the towel," Kyle assured, stepping quickly to the bathroom. Johnny was nearly done, moving the washrag around to get clean cloth, making sure the last bits of eye black were all gone before he laid it over the rail of the bed. Kyle returned, the hand towel warm once more, and slid back into his place between Simon's thighs. He picked up right where he'd left off, lifting Simon's right thigh and starting at the bottom, wiping from his ankle, up his calf, and then making sure to press more firmly as he worked up his thigh to his hip again.

This time, Simon twitched when Kyle got up to his hip, wincing the barest amount, but both men clocked it, Johnny cooing softly to him while he gently traced over his face to smooth out the pinch in his brows. Kyle murmured a quiet apology, leaning down to press a kiss to his hip. It was half apology for his previous action, half apology for what he was about to do next.

Giving Simon only a moment, Kyle murmured an easy now and then strong hands began to massage into tense muscle, keeping Simon's leg up and propped on his shoulder to stretch the joint. And to make it a little harder to try and kick away.

Simon grunted and flexed against it, teeth gritting as the ache shot through him a bit more sharply at the initial contact. Kyle was steady and methodical, working each muscle, angling Simon's leg, and eventually he felt his body start to relax. At one particular dig with Kyle's thumb, Simon groaned deep in his chest, the final line of tension in his right leg releasing as it slumped over Kyle's shoulder.

Sporting a cocky grin, Kyle eased Simon's leg down while Johnny chuckled. Seeming content to watch Kyle work on his hip, Johnny moved now, one hand still carding his fingers through Simon's hair while the other slid down, fingers prodding and rubbing into his left shoulder. Simon's eyes opened again, barely, attempting a menacing squint up at Johnny but he hissed as those damned hands honed in on the sore muscle here as well.

"Man might think you two like causin' 'im pain," came the complaint, but he didn't attempt to move out of their grasp this time, just grit his teeth once more as Johnny really set to work massaging out his sore shoulder. Kyle kept up a gentle motion now, the hand towel abandoned while his hands smoothed over pale, scarred skin.

His shoulder wasn't releasing, not like Johnny knew it could, and after a few minutes and the pinch returning between Simon's brows, he eased off, looking up to Kyle. It was like the other had been waiting for the signal, nodding as he began to ease off the bed again.

Simon kept his comments to himself this time, letting out a slow breath as the ache in his shoulder pulled when Johnny sat him up.

"C'mon love, my turn to relax a little," Kyle teased, crawling into the space Johnny had vacated. He moved the pillow a bit lower, and then reclined a bit further down than Johnny had. Simon turned to look at him while Johnny stepped to the desk, retrieving a balm they favored when any of them got too sore.

"Lay down for us, dove, right over Kyle," Johnny encouraged, having Simon turn over on his stomach and settle with his head on Kyle's chest, arms tucked to their sides, and Kyle's thighs framing his ribs. Johnny climbed back up, straddling the backs of Simon's thighs before taking a moment to admire the sight below him.

Leaning forward, Johnny pressed a lingering kiss to Simon's cheek, the other's lips lifting just barely at the corner in a small smile, and then he moved a little higher, stealing a kiss from Kyle before sitting upright again. He had his work cut out for him, after all.

Kyle easily took over carding his fingers through Simon's hair, humming lowly under his breath while Johnny spread balm on his hands, rubbing them together for a moment before he began to massage across Simon's shoulders.

"Tense as a brick, Simon, Jesus," he laughed in slight disbelief. "S'a wonder yer still walkin' around upright wi'all this."

"Just been so bloody busy lately," he spit out through a tense jaw, the initial dig into his tight muscles bringing the barest hint of wetness to his lash line. Kyle had his head tipped back and missed it, but Johnny's sharp eyes honed in on the sheen before Simon blinked it away. Taking a deep breath through his nose, Johnny made himself focus, returning to the task at hand. There would be plenty of time, if he played his cards right, to return to that later.

They worked in an easy quiet, Kyle's humming occasionally sounding through the room, a gentle murmur about their days here and there. Johnny spent his time working into each muscle, making his way slowly down Simon's back. Where he finished his intensive work, Kyle's hands slid in to keep the muscles warm with gentle sweeping motions, just easing over his skin, grounding Simon as he slowly but surely began to drift between their bodies.

He was drowsy, body finally sunk heavy into the bed when Johnny finished up with his lower back. He didn't stop there, taking just a pause to see how relaxed Simon's face had become, eyes closed and pale blonde lashes fanning his cheek as he laid against Kyle's chest. Kyle also seemed to doze in and out, the weight of Simon over him a tempting lure into rest.

Johnny smirked to himself, inching his way further down Simon's thighs as his hands slid to begin working into Simon's glutes. He took his time here, less intensive technical massage and more indulging his desire to grip and knead into one of his favorite assets. He hummed to himself, drawing Kyle's attention as he peeked an eye open to see what Johnny was up to.

Kyle didn't dare move yet, unwilling to rouse Simon when Johnny was so clearly just getting started on his own fun now that they'd taken care of their partners aches. Instead he just smirked, flashing his teeth in a grin before letting his eye fall back closed. He'd be able to join in soon enough.

Johnny blew Kyle a cheeky kiss before the other closed his eye again and then refocused, making sure not to jostle the bed as he moved. Similar to Kyle earlier, Johnny brought first one knee to gently ease Simon's legs apart, slowly encouraging them wider so he could kneel in the space he'd made. Once better settled, he let his hands frame Simon's ass. He could feel himself practically salivating, wondering how long he had with his rapidly failing massaging techniques before Simon would cotton on to what was happening.

Johnny planned to make every moment count, using his thumbs to spread Simon's cheeks while his fingers kept up their kneading as best they could. A soft groan fell from the Scot's lips at the sight, Kyle opening his eye again to watch what was bound to be a good show.

Johnny pressed the pad of one thumb to Simon's hole, gently pressing and massaging it, feeling the slight flutter under his ministrations. A low hum sounded from Simon, a heavy breath puffing out, but no further movement from where he was still settled on Kyle's chest. Kyle bit his lip to keep in his chuckle, eyes incredibly fond as he gazed down at Simon.

Johnny leaned in, pressing feather light kisses up the back of one thigh before he reached his destination. He let his tongue press forward, licking a slow, hot stripe over Simon before returning his thumb to tease, the spit slick slide allowing him more smooth movements. Simon let out another groan, legs shifting a bit this time as his back arched the barest amount before settling.

Kyle brought a hand up, letting his fingers trail sweet patterns over the expanse of muscled skin laid out before him. As Simon roused more, Kyle let his hand slide up his neck, cradling the back of his head so he didn't move too far. Johnny had leaned in again, tongue joining his thumb in teasing Simon's rim now, and it rattled a moan loose from Simon's chest.

"Easy love, it's still relaxing time," Kyle whispered to him, pressing tender kisses along his temple and cheek. Simon, for his part, seemed to still be groggy, mumbling a bit against Kyle's skin but not yet opening his eyes. Johnny pressed in further, tongue working it's way into Simon as his hands kept his ass spread open. Simon had started shifting a bit more, letting Kyle cradle his head but his hips were slowly pressing down into the sheets under him.

"Tol' you… not… not gonna…"

His mumbles weren't quite coherent, Kyle just tutting with a smile on his lips as Simon shifted, widening his thighs a bit further. Johnny happily took the opportunity, moaning into Simon's skin as he brought a hand inward, his middle finger slowly pressing in beside his tongue now. Simon cursed, the expletive muffled as he turned into Kyle's chest more, breath shaking roughly out of him to dampen the warm skin under his lips.

"For someone that knows we always get what we want, you sure seem to have a lot to say to the contrary tonight," Kyle couldn't help but tease, giving an easy tug to Simon's hair that had him nipping at his pec in return. Kyle's laugh drew Johnny up for air, a smirk on his spit slicked lips while his finger kept up the motion of easing in and out of Simon.

"And what we want tonight, Si, is to remind you that even if you don' see fit tae take care of yerself, we'll damn sure be here to do it."

"Bloody menaces, you two are," he complained, but there was no bite to it. Instead of another complaint, Simon raised a knee, further widening his stance and Johnny cooed at him in praise, leaning up to pepper kisses along his lower back and the globes of his ass. He soon returned to the task at hand, mouth moving to continue licking Simon open while he began to ease a second finger forward.

A shaky curse fell from Simon's lips, this time more pronounced as he finally managed to fight his way out from under the cobwebs of sleep. Even if it had been short lived, he always sunk so deeply into rest when he was surrounded by the men he trusted with his life.

Kyle let Simon raise his head, easily meeting the kiss that the larger man was seeking. His hands never stopped roaming, caressing every curve and dip and scar that his fingers could find. Johnny was half drunk between Simon's thick ass cheeks, moaning freely as he finally eased both fingers in all the way, giving them an easy spread that had Simon moaning into his kiss with Kyle.

When Johnny did resurface, leaving a wet, red patch of skin from his stubble between Simon's thighs, the bliss on his face was clear. Laying his cheek on one of Simon's, he grinned dopily up at his partners, watching them for a minute before Simon broke the kiss, a soft noise of question as he turned to peek back at Johnny.

"Och don' mind me doon here, just enjoyin' the view," he teased, fingers stilling for a moment. "Don' want tae impose on ye too much, Si. Know ye said you weren't up for much tonight."

"Cheeky shit, I know what you're doin'," came the immediate reply, Kyle's bright laugh sounding through the room. It was met with a soft scowl from Simon, but Johnny was undeterred, peppering more kisses on any bit of skin he could reach.

Simon gathered that neither of them were going to move, and being helpful as he was, shifted over, reaching into the bedside drawer to grab the lube. He reached down, knocking it gently into Johnny's forehead before he settled himself back against Kyle. He'd shifted just a touch higher, settling his face into the crook of Kyle's neck as Johnny laughed at his particular method of helpfulness.

Kyle's cock was pressed against Simon's lower abdomen, half hard and quickly gathering more interest, , Simon's height keeping them from being more aligned, but he didn't mind at the moment, his own cock full and heavy where he gave it another press or two into the sheets. No matter what they did, his boys knew just what buttons to push to rile him up. They didn't get to be like this as often as they'd like, this slower pace, focused and lingering, so when the opportunity presented itself, his gluttonous sergeants were sure to take advantage.

Johnny eased his fingers free, drizzling lube between them and warming it a bit so as not to shock Simon when he returned. Before he could move forward again, however, Kyle hummed, getting both of their attention.

"Think we could use a bit more rearrangin' now, yeah?" he offered, Johnny agreeing easily, both men always in sync. He sat up, keeping his slicked fingers away from the sheets. They'd have time to ruin them later, no need to start sloppy.

Simon sat up, looking between the two but it didn't take long for Kyle and Johnny to shuffle him onto his back, leaning into Kyle's chest once more but with his legs hooked up over Kyle's thighs, all three of them trying to make room for Johnny so it had Simon spread wide between them. He was more amiable now, but he let out another huff. It seemed every time he found a comfortable position, in this case where he'd been chasing a little pleasure, these two wanted to keep him from it. The only thing that had Simon settling was the promise that he'd have Johnny working back into him soon.

The work Kyle had done on his hip and the work Johnny had done to his back had Simon sinking into the position, a slight stretch in his thighs but nothing he wasn't used to with the two of them always crowding into his space. Once Johnny settled in again between his thighs, those slick fingers made their way to his rim, and Simon let his head fall back on Kyle's shoulder. He felt Johnny ease forward into him again, laying his cheek down on one of Simon's muscled thighs so he could watch as he took his time. Kyle let his hands slide up and over Simon's ribs and then watched as he eased them down his abdomen, feeling the strength in his frame.

"Look at you, Si. This body," Kyle murmured, lips brushing against Simon's ear.

"Not the first you've seen of it. Surprise has to 'ave worn off by now," Simon teased back, still relaxed, a soft grin lifting his lips.

"Surprise? Och no, that's daft of ye, dove," Johnny reproached from below them as Kyle nipped at Simon's ear, all teeth and smiles.

"Innit? 'Surprise', he says… More like awe. Never get tired of lookin' at you, Si," came the easy response, voice smooth and thick as honey as Kyle let his hands sink lower, rich, deep skin a stark contrast to Simon's own pale tone as Kyle framed his cock, watching as it jumped under their combined heated stares.

Johnny turned his cheek, pressing kisses to the tender skin where Simon's leg connects to his hip, a third slick finger beginning to breach his entrance. Simon's mouth opened to reply, but feeling that stretch stole the words from his tongue, panting out a heavy breath instead while he tried to remember what his rebuttal was supposed to be.

He didn't get very far, Johnny making quick work of getting all three fingers pressed in enough to curl them, finding Simon's prostate like it had a homing beacon. Kyle made sure to press down, keeping Simon's hips in place as Johnny began a much more targeted massage.

"Fuck, Johnny. You two play… fuck you play dir'y," Simon chided, but the effect was lost in the breathlessness of his voice. Johnny had his eyes closed, that blissful look still on his face as he kissed and sucked against Simon's hip and thigh, fingers working his prostate like it was his only mission in life.

Simon was rocketing toward a release, the simmering heat that had been growing over the past hour of focused attention roaring into an inferno in his belly. His eyes clenched shut, Kyle watching as his powerful thighs flexed and his abdomen jumped and twitched. He was right on the edge, but suddenly, Johnny's fingers stilled, and one of Kyle's hands wrapped in a vice grip around the base of his cock.

Eyes flying open, a strangled grunt forcing its way out of his mouth, Simon's hands moved. One shot up to grip onto Kyle's bicep, the other down to grip his wrist as he panted, that precipice slipping through his fingers. Indignation crossed his features, seeing Johnny's sharp blue eyes and sharper smile gazing up at him, the picture of innocence if Simon didn't already know the trouble that lurked beneath.

"Och, dove, don' look at me like tha'. Didn' wantae push you too hard, ye ken? All tha' talk o' bein' so tired earlier," came the cruel reminder in the form of a sweet croon, Simon's jaw nearly creaking with the force with which he ground his teeth together.

"You two are right twats," he growled out, arching his body to try and stretch out the tension wrapped around his spine now that he'd had a release cut so close.

"Hear that, Ky? Twats. I'm wounded Simon," Johnny murmured, an exaggerated pout on his lips as his fingers slowly began to move again, not brushing his prostate any longer but spreading on the drag out, stretching Simon's hole wider.

"Right terrible thing to accuse," Kyle agreed, the same cruel hand that had constricted around Simon's base now loosening, a slow, easy stroke up his shaft to meet a thick, viscous drop of precum that was sliding over his crown.

"And look, he's cryin' for us, Tav," Kyle murmured, a dangerous smile on his lips as Johnny's eyes sharpened, darting up to Simon's face before coming back down to see the mock of a tear Kyle was referring to.

"Shame he's so damn bonnie when he cries," Johnny murmured, shifting up a bit to let his tongue chase that slick drip back up the side of Simon's shaft before Kyle's hand could swipe it away on the next up stroke. "Makes me wantae see it more."

"Stop playin' wiv your food, fuckin' 'ell," Simon panted out, voice slipping back into a breathy quality that undercut the seriousness of his insult. His hips were flexing again, arching up to meet the slow, sensual strokes along his cock, pressing back just enough to meet the thrust of Johnny's fingers. The two worked so in tandem that Simon could hardly chase the sensations enough before he was being overwhelmed with more. Johnny's free hand was petting over his thigh, mouth back to teasing whatever skin was in reach, and Kyle kept his strokes steady while his other hand skimmed up, smoothing over Simon's solid stomach until he reached his plush pecs.

Simon hardly knew which way to arch, which hand to chase, and he turned his face into Kyle's neck, a moan rattling out of his throat. He let go of Kyle's wrist and brought his hand down to tangle into Johnny's hair, gripping the hawk tight and earning a hiss of pleasure. His other hand kept the grip on Kyle's arm, mouth kissing and biting at Kyle's jaw where he could as that heat began to build in at the base of his spine again.

"That's it, love. Doing so well for us," Kyle praised, voice laced with something incredibly tender as they drove Simon once more toward a maddening end, although he suspected they wouldn't have mercy on him just yet.

Johnny bit down a little more firmly, sucking a dark bruise into the crease of Simon's hip and earning a louder moan as Simon flexed into it, feeling those teeth sinking into his skin like they belonged there. They did, and Kyle's too, for all he was concerned. Any inch of him, they could have it.

"Please," he panted softly, eyes closed once more as that coil tightened further. "Please don't…" he begged, so close to the edge. Just a bit further and…

All hands were off his trigger points in the same second, Johnny laying on his thigh the only thing keeping him from bucking up off the bed as he bemoaned the loss of yet another orgasm by thrashing his head back and forth, teeth bared at both of them as he clenched his eyes tighter shut.

It was only after he panted himself back down, swallowing hard before letting his eyes ease open to stare at the ceiling in trepidation, that either man brought his hands back to Simon's body.

Johnny had taken his moment of cool down to wipe his tacky hand on the towel, Kyle letting his hands hover in the air for a moment before coming back with one to pet over Simon's curls, the other cupping one thick pec as he murmured reassurances.

"I know love, I know. Look so good for us though, can't help but drag it out a bit. Doing so well, taking everything we give to you, yeah? You can take a little more, yeah?"

His boys were always so good to check in with him. He wasn't sure what itch had gotten under their skin today but the longer they drew this out, the less concerned he was about letting them use him to scratch it. They both watched him swallow thickly, head giving one jerky nod before he gave a few more, accepting that with how worked up they had him, he would take as much as they wanted so long as they continued.

Both men immediately moved into soothing touches again, hands roving over pale skin, praise dripping from their lips like nectar. Johnny shifted up, having spent long enough working Simon open and now eager to be closer. Large hands cradling his face, Johnny leaned down to kiss him, taking all the time in the world to let their tongues explore space they'd long since memorized, Kyle running kisses up Simon's neck and over Johnny's cheek.

When Simon finally broke the kiss to breathe, Johnny sat back as his eyes roamed greedily over the body splayed out below him, a quick hand snatched the lube to slick his straining cock. Simon's twitched where it was leaking against his stomach, biting into his bottom lip as he watched the sensual show before him. Johnny's hand was sure as it slid over his shaft, giving a gratuitous stroke or two just for Simon before he let go to shuffle into place.

Simon had already been stretched across Kyle's lap but Johnny brought his hands down, gripping under his knees and raised them up toward his chest. Kyle supported his frame, Simon moaning eagerly as the stretch from his sore hip shifted; a little relief, a little sting, a lot of anticipation. Johnny notched the head of his cock at Simon's hole and began to press in. Once the head of his cock sank into Simon, Johnny barely took a breath before he began rocking his hips, easing in a bit more at a time with a languid pace that had Simon's heart starting to race.

The slight burn of the stretch through his aching body combined with the stretch in his ass had Simon gasping once Johnny was fully seated, but he wasn't spared a moment as Johnny eased back most of the way only to rock back in, hips pumping smoothly while Kyle whispered soft filth into his ear.

"Ky, gi'us a hand, doll. Hold his legs fer me?" Johnny asked, pressing just a bit more forward so Kyle's hands could take his place. Kyle pulled back and wider just a bit, truly spreading Simon out between them as Johnny's hands gripped the bar of the headboard for better leverage. Simon gasped between them as the angle changed, his cock drooling over his stomach as it jumped with every chance brush of his prostate.

"Tha's it, dove, look how well ye take mah cock," Johnny groaned, hips picking up their pace as Simon dutifully followed the direction, eyes gazing down between their bodies to where Johnny was splitting him open.

"Beautiful, isn't he, Tav?" Kyle murmured, kissing and nipping at Simon's shoulder as he held him at their mercy. One of Simon's hands came around to grip Johnny's hip, the other kept it's grounding hold on one of Kyle's strong biceps, and his head turned to seek Kyle's lips. The kiss was desperate, Johnny's angle as he watched the two of them just right to have him glancing off Simon's prostate, and by the noises Simon made, that happened on most strokes.

"So perfect, dove. Fuck look at ye," Johnny growled out through gritted teeth, hands gripping the bar so tightly his knuckles were stark white. His pace had been increasing, Simon unable to do much more than moan into Kyle's mouth as he took the pounding. Kyle's eyes were dark as they watched the two of them falling to pieces. He brought a hand up, gripping Simon's chin and turning his face up toward Johnny.

"Look at him," Kyle's silky voice crooned into Simon's ear.

"Look at how good you make 'im feel. Can't hardly stop himself now, hm?" he teased as Johnny snarled playfully to them.

"You too," Simon gasped out. "Make… make you feel good too." His words were jostled out of him, the sound of skin on skin loud in the room as Johnny pounded into him.

"Fuck darling, so good for us. You gonna wait and let me go too?" Kyle moaned, teeth grazing Simon's ear. Simon closed his eyes tightly, tensing every muscle he still had any semblance of control over to try and stave off the zinging pleasure shooting through his body.

"Can… will…" came Simon's punched out response, teeth grit, eyes clenched, body taut as Johnny slammed in and stilled. Simon expected to feel him twitching. There was a definite throb, although he wasn't sure if it was Johnny's cock or his own body. Heated, panting breaths blew out over his cheek and neck, Johnny so close but having gone completely still. Simon remained clenched all over, fighting down the dangerously close release he had just promised to wait.

"Johnny?" he murmured, bleary, moist eyes blinking open as he slid back down from that sharp edge.

"Oh love, isn't he so good for you, too?" Kyle moaned, pressing up over Simon's shoulder to meet Johnny in a harsh kiss. Johnny broke the kiss after he heard Simon moan as he watched, ass clenching tight around his shaft. When those sharp blue eyes looked down to meet Simon's wide, brown, shining eyes, Johnny made an almost wounded noise, one hand darting down quick to grip around the base of his own cock as he eased out panting.

It was Simon's turn to make a sound, about to ask what was wrong when Kyle gently shushed him. Johnny was still staring at his face, ravenous, and Simon was having trouble piecing together why he'd stopped.

"He's waiting for one with you," Kyle hummed, kissing along Simon's cheek. "You've been a right dream for us, seems like he wants to reward you."

Simon panted around a grin, the wetness clearing up from his eyes as he looked Johnny over.

"Masochist," he teased, earing a growl as Kyle and Johnny moved at the same time. Kyle eased Simon's legs down while Johnny shifted back, strong hands moving and direction Simon. He went easily, ass throbbing, cock drooling, and head near dizzy with how close they kept running him. Ending up on his knees, Simon found himself once again sandwiched between his partners.

Kyle was slicking his cock and easing into Simon as he kissed and nipped along his broad shoulders as Simon clung to Johnny's frame. Johnny's sure hands were directing Simon into a delicious arch while they kissed, tongues lazily twining around each other. With as open as Simon was after Johnny's prep and fucking, Kyle took no time at all to pick up a quick pace. The snap of his hips drove Simon right back to moaning against Johnny's mouth, barely able to keep up with the kiss any longer.

The angle wasn't as detrimental, but it was no less toe curling. With Kyle fucking him deep but blessedly not battering his prostate any more, all Simon had to do was hold on, but it seemed even that was soon to be out of his reach.

Kyle brought his hands up, gripping Simon's thick arms right above the bends of his elbows and pulling. It made him let go of Johnny but also held him suspended between them, and it gave Kyle all the leverage in this position. Johnny let his hands wander now, Simon's hips arched and chest pushed out as he was fucked deep and fast. He was gasping in no time, Johnny's cruel fingers coming up to pinch and tug at his nipples while Kyle pounded into him.

Desperation coated his throat and poured thickly from his tongue, gasping and moaning as he let them take him apart. The stretch on his shoulder had had him gritting his teeth, the wires between pain and pleasure not even crossed in his mind anymore. They were practically braided together, the feedback loop turning into a burning sensation that didn't differentiate good and bad, just had him craving more, more, more.

It seemed both of his partners were beyond words, Kyle chasing his pleasure as he supported Simon's body, making him feel so good from the inside out and at his mercy. Simon knew he wouldn't let him fall, knew the other would be there to lower him gently into the warm cradle of his care once they had all wrung each other dry. Johnny was devotion incarnate, lips, hands, teeth all roaming, moaning, torturing every pleasure point to drive Simon higher to the brink of madness.

Simon gasped, the burning in his shoulder and hip, the pounding he was taking, the sharp zings of light when Johnny would pinch or twist his tender nipples— it was all so much, too much. His head dropped but he wasn't allowed to hide for long. One of Johnny's hands came up fast, gripping his chin and dragging his head back high, making sure that even caught between devotion and defilement, he took it proudly. Even with tears gathering in his eyes, surface tension holding for a bare moment before they slowly slid over his reddened cheeks, slipping over his parted lips, Simon had never felt so worshiped.

The sight of tears trailing down Simon's cheeks had Johnny's desperation ratcheting up, his cock aching where he'd denied himself release earlier. Kyle was close, they could tell by the frantic pace and faltering rhythm, and it seemed none of them would be holding on for much longer.

"That's it, dove, so good. Fuck you look so good cryin' on 'is cock," Johnny panted, leaning in to chase the tear tracks up Simon's cheeks with his tongue before pressing in and letting the sweet salt zing wash over Simon's tongue in turn.

Kyle's hips stuttered, and then he pressed in tight, moaning into the back of Simon's neck as he bent over him, breath hot and sticky as he came. Simon shuddered between their bodies, Johnny's near frantic hands soothing as much as torturing him still while Kyle caught his breath and eased himself out of Simon's body with a tender kiss behind his ear.

"So good love, always so good. Make us feel so good," Kyle praised him, shifting them around one last time as Johnny helped, cruel fingers turning to devout palms, maneuvering and caressing until he was settled. Kyle was laying on his side, pressed in tight with Simon's right arm slung around his shoulders, Kyle's head pillowed on his shoulder. Johnny wasted no time in sliding into place, slicking his cock quick to fill Simon to the brim once more.

"Let me…. fuck loves, I need it," he begged, voice hoarse as Johnny leaned in. Simon's legs wrapped around his waist, left hand burying itself into his mohawk as Johnny started a ruthless pace. Kyle's right hand never stopped wandering, smoothing over scarred planes of skin, rubbing and pinching over his abused nipples and dragging cracking moans from Simon's throat while Johnny angled back to his prostate. He hit it dead on every time, the stimulation and onslaught of pleasure making more tears spring to his eyes.

"Look at me, dove, need to see ye. Need ye so badly," Johnny demanded, although his tone was more of a plead, desperation staining every word. The sight of their larger than life lieutenant stretched between them, body surrendered, pleasure given and taken, tear tracks staining his flushed face, never failed to send them into a spiral, Kyle all deadly precision and Johnny engulfed in relentless drive.

Simon met Johnny's gaze and they were both done for, Johnny snarling as his thrusts battered Simon's prostate until he came with a roar that nearly shook the windows. Johnny was barely a thrust behind him, pressing in so tight as Kyle soothed them through it, hands petting, words caressing each of them in turn until Johnny's hands and voice joined him in praising Simon.

Simon was a mess of sweat and cum, Kyle's and Johnny's both beginning to seep out of him as soon as Johnny eased himself free. Johnny made quick work of sliding the barely damp towel from the frame under him, Simon hissing softly at the chill. Kyle was there to soothe him back down again, staying tucked against his side while Johnny stumbled his way to the bathroom for a warm rag.

Reverent hands cleaned Simon, soothing his abused skin, easing his tense muscles back into relaxation. The whole time, he would reach out, bringing each of them to his mouth for slow kisses in turn, hands caressing their nape, their shoulder, holding them still by their chin.

When most of the feeling had returned to his legs, Simon eased off the bed, heading with a lazy sway to the bathroom to finish preparing for bed as his two sergeants righted the room once more— sheets and blanket changed, soft sweatpants awaiting his return, rags, hand towels, and lube all cleaned up and put away to the hamper or drawer respectively.

Simon pulled the pants on and then reached out, muscles still lax, body well used and soothed, and bullied Kyle into the bed first. He crawled in behind him, the two facing each other. Kyle settled his head on Simon's shoulder, half laying on him while they tangled their legs. Johnny clicked the lamp off, letting the darkness settle over the room as he climbed in and wrapped himself around Simon's back, hitching a leg up over Simon's hip and settling his head into the crook of Simon's neck.

After a bit of shuffling, soft traded kisses, and the fresh blanket kicked to the foot of the bed with all the body heat, all three men settled in, Simon drifting off to the melody of two hearts beating their rhythm gently into his skin.

The next morning, Price sat nursing a cup of coffee in the mess, posture relaxed and brim of his hat low. He heard the doors open, his two boisterous sergeants chatter breaking through the low murmur of voices around them. A moment later, a heavy body dropped into the seat next to him, letting out an almost content sounding sigh.

"Seems like a productive night," Price murmured, smiling into his cup as the next sigh was distinctly more exasperated.

"I've just got 'ere, John," Ghost grumbled as he settled lower into his seat, the two sergeants making their way to the table with two trays of food each. Gaz slid one in front of Ghost, Soap setting on before Price, and then they each took the remaining seats with their own trays, not a single hitch or break in their chatter.

The four of them settled in to eat, Ghost and Price pitching in every now and then to keep the conversation flowing or to rile the other two up on purpose depending on the subject. It was like this every morning, the four of them a routine and welcome sight. When the sergeants stood to clear the plates, Price and Ghost followed easily, steering them out of the doors and down the hall toward the training fields where some drowsy recruits awaited their mercy or ire.

Before Price split off to head to his office, one hand reached out and a single finger brushed feather light over the bare gap between Ghost's sleeve and glove, grazing the skin of his inner wrist and making him pause, looking over at his captain.

"Glad they've got you sorted. Tonight, you and I've got some things to discuss. My quarters. 2100."

A shiver slithered up Ghost's spine, his eyelids fluttered for half a breath before he nodded, the mask shifting as he smiled behind it. When he turned to head to the doors the sergeants held open for him, their shit eating grins were not lost on him.

"Not a word ou'of you two, or you'll be runnin' laps wiv the recruits," he threatened lowly, breezing past them easily. The hitch in Ghost's walk had eased after their activities the night prior, but neither Gaz nor Soap could wait to see the limp their lieutenant was bound to be sporting the day after Price was through with him.