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The walk towards the main building was quiet. It wasn’t awkward, but Roach wanted to find an excuse to say something to Ghost. Unfortunately, every topic Roach could think of was dumb.
Paperwork? No, too boring.
Sports? Ghost wasn’t much of fan for anything.
Guns? Nah. Roach would be out of his element because Ghost could talk up a storm about weapons. He wouldn’t be able to get a word in, but then again, he wouldn’t mind listening to him.
Food? No, they’ve already talk about dinner. Ghost mention to him that he was getting sick of hamburgers and fries. Maybe Roach could cut a deal with Dunn and ask him to get them steaks.
Ghost would be happy to try something new.
Roach quickly glance at Ghost and imagine how happy he could be.
The possible smile under his mask.
The twinkle in his eyes through his sunglasses.
The excitement Ghost could express as he eats his meal.
The soft “thank you” whisper Roach could get from him as Ghost stretches around the table. He would be too far away to relay the message. Like a hidden secret between them, Ghost only wants Roach to hear him. So, he would try to crawl over the table to get to him. The tedious movement would put Roach on the edge of his seat.
His hands would be the first thing that gets close to him. His long slender fingers would be spread out on the table as he moves closer, until he pulls his legs out from underneath the table. His knees would touch the edge of the table.
At this point, Roach would have an internal debate about whether he should keep looking at Ghost’s body or into his eyes. The dark brown orbs behind the red tinted glasses. Those damn glasses that kept Roach from reading his eyes. Stealing the opportunity to enjoy every moment Ghost express with his eyes.
Before he knew it, Ghost would be on all fours staring down on him. He would trap Roach between his hands to keep him from moving, but it would be too late. Roach would have already decided to stay put. He wants to watch every single movement with a watchful eye. It wouldn’t be too tough. From his angle, Roach could see everything.
Then again, Ghost might sit next to him as they eat together. They’d be sitting close enough together to brush arms and legs against each other. The warmth that built up between their bodies would be like that of a blanket. Too comfortable and warm to take off.
As they finish eating, Ghost could lean on Roach’s shoulder. If he wanted to, Ghost could hold his hand. Their hands would be interlacing together. Fingers between fingers and hands held tightly together.
Roach would be completely lost in the sensation. He wouldn’t notice that Ghost lean further into him as whispers his thanks into his ear. His mask was already pull up from eating so his lips would brush slightly against his ear. With every word he whispers, Roach could feel his breath against his ear. Hot and moist.
However, Ghost expresses his gratitude. Roach would happily receive it.
‘I need to talk Dunn,’ Roach thought.
As if on que, Roach smells grilled hamburgers.
“Bloody hell, mate. I swear you Americans, and your hamburger addiction. Imma blow my top off if I have to eat one more bloody burger,” Ghost complain.
Roach giggled before he said, “Ghost, your British is showing.”
“Fuck off, mate.”
“Aww, don’t be upset,” Roach smile at Ghost, “I love your British ways.”
“Oi! If my British is showing then your American is flashing itself to the world,” Ghost retorted.
Roach chuckled. Then he put on a fake southern accent and reply with, “Well partner, I can say for sure that I, Gary Sanderson, am not flashing anything.”
“Cheeky bastard,” Ghost huffed. Roach slow his walk then grab Ghost from behind. He wrapped his arms around his shoulders. “Oi!”
“Please don’t be mad, partner. I swear upon my boots that you’d find something to eat besides a tasty, beautiful, delicious cheeseburger.”
“Don’t make me elbow you, Roach.”
“I’m sorry,” Roach nuzzle Ghost’s neck. The familiar toxic scent filled his nose. “Please forgive me.”
“Hell no.”
“Pretty please?” Roach squeeze his shoulders and continue to nuzzle his nose into his neck.
“Hmm. . . I don’t know, mate. . . I might consider going back to good ole London and leave you here with-” Ghost stop mid-sentence as he heard breathing besides his ear. Roach lean his face against Ghost’s head so he could whisper straight into his ear.
“Simon,” Roach breath. “Don’t be like that. . . Please.”
“Bugger,” Ghost turn his head away from Roach. He lost this argument. “Fine, you win Roach. BUT one condition.”
“Name it.”
“You shut it about the burger,” Ghost growled.
“Deal!”
Roach smiles and closes his eyes as he rests his chin on Simon’s shoulder. The quiet settle back into place, but Roach doesn’t care. He was distracted by Simon. He wanted nothing more than to breathe him in. To keep Simon’s scent locked in his nose. Roach would admit that he felt guilty about smelling Simon, but something about it felt good. Almost sinful like. Roach felt as if his mind was on the brink of madness as he tried to restrain himself from inhaling.
Roach almost chuckled to himself because now, he needed a distraction from Simon. He didn’t want to do anything that he would regret. Especially to Simon.
“Ghost?”
“Hm?”
“Nice weather we’re having, aye partner?” Roach said with his fake southern accent.
“Roach. It’s fucking hot and dusty,” Ghost flatly said.
“Sounds like Price.”
“Mate?!” Roach felt Ghost stiffen in his arms before he started to chuckle. Roach can feel the satisfaction wash over his body. He made Simon laugh. The vibration shook his arms and his chest with every breathe. “Roach, your arse would have been tied up and left to die if the Captain heard you. You’re lucky I can keep a secret.”
“Yeah. . . I’m pretty lucky.” Roach gave Ghost another squeeze before he let go. The warmth that built up between their bodies was cooling down, but in Roach’s chest, the warmth was blazing hot.
Roach knew he incredible luckily to know Simon. Even if he had his secrets like his face. Roach didn’t mind too much as long as he got to keep him close. To keep his beautiful Simon happy and laughing.