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Simon had been twitchy all day, probably aggravated by being back here of all places. Trauma wasn’t an issue anymore; he had passed his psych evaluation and could work under the worst conditions. In fact, he was on the verge of a promotion, but he didn’t want to leave his task force. Perhaps that’s why he remained a lieutenant for so long. There was a lot he could do if he managed to get a higher position. He just never really entertained that idea. He sighed as he laid down on the bed as Johnny circled the perimeter. Being back in Mexico after the shit show with Shadow company was a lot. It brought back memories, nights that made it hard for Simon to swallow. Knowing what could have happened...
Contrary to popular belief, Simon did not sleep with his mask on when he wasn’t alone. While his face was anonymous to many, it wasn’t to the closest members of the Task Force. But even as he lounged back on his bed while John paced the room, he couldn't shake the need to readjust himself every few seconds.
“Sir, is it okay that Ahm here?” John asked timidly, his eyes on the ground, avoiding staring at his lieutenant.
“Why wouldn’t it be, Johnny? You’ve seen my face already,” Simon replied with his deep Manchester timbre, sending a shiver down John’s spine.
“Well, first, for privacy reasons...” John waved his hand expressively as he spoke.
“Johnny... If I cared about privacy, I would never take my mask off in front of you, Price, Gaz, and the others.” Simon chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mirth as he watched his sergeant open and close his mouth repeatedly.
“You can look at me, Johnny. I do not care one bit.” Finally, Johnny glanced up, his gaze landing on his superior officer lounging on his bed, not far from the one where John would sleep in a few hours.
“Well, Ah... Don’t get me wrong, sir, but Ah thought ye were uncomfortable with me bein’ here wi’ ye because...”
Simon raised an eyebrow silently and sat up. Whatever was troubling him today wasn’t about the bed or Johnny's presence, but he had yet to understand what his body needed. The deep feeling of unease was eating away at his brain.
Simon’s eyes finally fell back on John, who was silently gnawing at his bottom lip, pearl-white fangs poking out. “Stop that, or you will draw blood,” Simon muttered, transfixed by the motion of John’s bottom lip being pulled into his mouth and released repeatedly as he contemplated how to properly word his concerns.
“You seem overly fidgety today, sir. That’s why Ah thought...” John cleared his throat, his eyes breaking away from Simon, who was playing with his pant leg.
Simon sighed, clasping his hands together to stop his body’s absentminded movements. “To be fair, I do not know what has got me like this. It’s not your presence... It’s also not that we’re in Mexico.”
“Ah can help,” Johnny quipped before he could stop himself. Simon’s lips twitched into a smile. The stone-cold Lieutenant, as others called him, was a complete lie. Simon could, and did, smile. Sure, he was serious, but he couldn't not let himself be human, even after all the horrid torture. “Want me to bend ye over an’ pound ye like a bitch in heat, Sergeant?” John sputtered some Scottish, which to Simon was complete nonsense, snickering at the slight blush rising on his subordinate’s cheeks.
“Of course not! Ma taught me how tae relieve tension. Ah could help ye settle, sir.” Simon contemplated for a long time while the other alpha remained standing in the middle of the room, awaiting his response. With a sigh, Simon nodded slowly. John beamed like the sun at the consent and quickly shuffled onto Simon’s bed.
“You really don’t plan to touch me inappropriately, do you, Johnny?” Simon eyed his sergeant closely as he folded his legs so the other could properly sit on the bed.
“Open yer mouth, Simon.” When the other alpha didn’t comply, Johnny whined, high in his throat. “C’mon, trust me, this once, it’ll feel amazing.”
The significantly older alpha huffed and slowly opened his mouth. “Okay, and lean back on the pillow and yer head too.” They shuffled into position, John leaning over Simon as best he could without initiating unnecessary contact. “Close yer eyes, Simon.” The older alpha did, feeling saliva pooling in his open mouth and the urge to close it and swallow growing stronger.
Johnny stared unabashedly at Simon’s missing fangs. All four of them. No replacements? For such a deadly alpha like Simon, Johnny always imagined him ripping out enemies' throats with his teeth when there were no more bullets and his knives were embedded in someone else’s arteries. He cleared his throat involuntarily.
He slowly reached out, taking hold of Simon’s gums around where both upper fangs should be. The touch startled the older alpha, whose eyes shot open, his pupils spasming as he focused on Johnny.
John wasn’t deterred by any means, intent on helping his L.T.—a friend, a fellow alpha—release the tension. He started slowly rubbing the gums, just as he remembered his ma doing to him when his own were growing rapidly, and the chewing toys he received weren’t enough.
He could see Simon visibly melting, his strained shoulders drooping slowly, and his breath slowing from short bursts to longer ones. His pupils enlarged, and black circles now covered most of his light brown irises. “See? It’s not that bad. Deep breaths, L.T. Don’t worry about the saliva. Ah’ve had it worse.” John chuckled slightly at the slow furrow of the older alpha’s brows.
Simon felt the tension leaving his body in rapid waves. The pressure Johnny was applying to his gums was unfathomable. Nothing had ever felt like this—not even sex, not even coming back alive from a gruesome mission, not even the clearing of the haze from his week-long rut cycle. His hands unclenched, feeling so heavy. His whole body felt heavy, but his head felt light, almost as if he were in a dream.
His eyes started drooping, and staring at the other younger alpha became very, very hard. “It’s alright, Simon. Keep yer eyes closed. Ah’ll continue for a bit more, and then let ye go to sleep, alright?” Even though the younger alpha was so close, Simon felt like he was underwater, completely surrounded by it. He could feel the deep rumble bubbling in his chest and the continuous stream of saliva running freely past his lips, but he couldn’t care. If Johnny wasn’t disgusted by the amount of saliva, then Simon had no willpower to suck it in.
Johnny continued his ministrations a little longer, the deep purr of his L.T. reverberating through the whole room. He stopped only when he was sure Simon had fallen asleep. He slowly detached himself, wiped his hands on his pants, and very carefully wiped the other alpha’s mouth. As he slipped out of the room, he came face to face with their comrades, all huddled together in front of their door, looking frantic.
“What?” Johnny asked, his eyes flicking back and forth over the small group of people.
“Thought…” One of them started but stopped when he was shushed by another.
“Why are ye all huddlin’ here like this? Shouldn’t ye be goin’ tae bed?” Johnny asked incredulously.
“Well, we were worried about what was happening, ye see.” The other beta cleared his throat, his eyes moving quickly to and from the door Johnny had emerged from. “To be fair, John, we thought ye might need help back in there. It’s not common for Ghost to do that.”
Johnny snickered, a grin spreading fast over his lips. “Ye were worried? Ahm touched.”
Before John could speak, the door opened. The younger alpha whirled around just as he heard the quiet click of the door. Simon stood there with droopy eyes, looking at John, but as soon as he raised his eyes to the onlookers behind him, the deep rumble coming from his chest immediately died down. Simon blinked a few times before his eyebrows furrowed.
“What the fuck are you all doing here?”
Before anyone on the team could make up an excuse, Johnny waved a hand, sighing in exasperation. “It’s alright, L.T.; they were just worried. Ye can go back in; Ah’ll be back in a minute, just gonna give them an earful on your behalf.” Simon’s jaw was set as his eyes jumped from his sergeant to the others and back to his sergeant. “Make it quick, MacTavish.” He growled before slamming the door shut.
Johnny turned around with a sigh and folded his arms across his torso. “Well?” He raised an eyebrow, and that was all it took for the little group to shoot a quick apology and scatter in different directions. “Muppets…” John sighed before opening and closing the door of their room behind him. Scanning the room briefly, he turned towards the wardrobe only to swiftly turn back around, his eyes widening at the sight of Simon. The older alpha sat patiently, not on his own bed but on John’s, pressing John’s pillow tightly to his front, his arms circled around it, eyes wide and staring at John.
“L.T.?” John quietly asked.
“Can you do it again?” Simon whispered.
John could only let out a low rumble of appreciation before joining Simon on the bed.