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Price was exhausted to say the least. The day had dragged longer than he’d thought and steadily drained him of his energy in turn souring his mood. His respective bed was practically calling his name by now and he dragged his heavy feet along the solid floor of the base’s corridor, eyes growing heavier by the second.
Finally, after what felt like centuries but were really a couple of minutes, he’d made it in front of the familiar door to his—and Gaz’ room. Yes, they shared a room on base now. Price found it extremely comforting having the peaceful young man’s presence surrounding him as he slept, seeing he hadn't slept as well on any of the nights laid silently across his mattress, a victim to his thoughts than the first night he spent with Gaz in the room. So he requested a bunk-up and to John’s relief the sergeant happily accepted.
The captain sluggishly made his way into the room, careful not to disturb the already asleep sergeant on the other side of the room. The sight of his bed was one for sore-eyes and he nearly cried as he strolled over to the decent mattress and the not too bad blanket that laid perfectly still on the made up bed. Ridding himself of his day clothes he eventually crawled under the covers, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips.
John’s eyes now forebode closure and breathing slowly levelling, when his ear caught something.
His brain, as half asleep as it was, still caught the soft whimper from the only place it could be—Gaz’ side of the room.
“Mmngh..” The sergeant moaned delicately. The captain turned his head to check on him and he was, as predicted, still asleep. Shrugging it off, Price decided to let himself relax and close his eyes, awaiting the hopefully soon slumber he so desperately craved, when the sound came again.
“Hng,” This time the sergeant’s voice rang in the air, turning it still, and the captain laid there now fully conscious and aware, but unsure of what he should do: Force himself to sleep for his own benefit? or listen and find out what Kyle could possibly be dreaming about?
The other’s bed screamed as Gaz shifted his body slowly, turning on his side with his front now facing the captain. John watched his face with bated breath, he watched as Garrick’s face twitched slightly and eyebrows pulled together as his mouth somewhat widened.
“Mmh..ngh…sir” The young sergeant breathed a whine, eyelids shuddering and his hand fisted the blanket around him tightly.
John’s head shot up from his pillow immediately, sight set on Gaz’ still closed eyes.
“Kyle?” Price whispered into the night air. He nudged his body forward only just, head peeking over the side of his bed like he was desperately trying to get closer to the sergeant without having to get up.
“F-Fuck..” Gaz curled in on himself and placed his hands between his legs. His head turned into his pillow, almost suffocating him—as if he was attempting to muffle the pretty noises coming out of his mouth.
Price watched. That’s all he could do. Watched as the sergeant moaned and whimpered in his sleep. Watched him rut against himself unbeknownst to the other man staring from across the room.
“Mm…Price”
watch as Gaz moaned his name.
‘Fuck’. John loathed how good his name sounded coming from Kyle’s filthy mouth. Price heaved a heavy sigh and forced his eyes away from the sleeping form of his mate, ‘I should just go to sleep, for fuck sake.’ Ultimately, he drove himself to turn away from the horny sergeant and to leave him to whatever his brain had conjured up for him that night as he let his own head attach to the pillow.
“Ah, mm…” The cries Gaz let out set off an electricity of excitement right down between John’s legs and he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Fuckin’ ’ell.” Throwing the blanket off himself he marched to the other’s bed and latched his hand into Kyle’s shoulder, shaking him awake.
“Wake up, Garrick. Jesus fuckin’ christ.” His voice ended in a hushed tone as he saw Gaz’ eyes flutter open tiredly.
The room suddenly felt too silent for John’s liking, brown eyes stared back at him as he towered over Kyle’s waking figure. “…Sir?—what?” He drew his elbows beneath himself. “What’s going on?” the words melted together. Price stood and stared for a few more seconds until his brain finally caught up to Kyle’s question.
“That was quite the dream you were having there, Gaz.” John’s husky voice sang into the chilling air, Kyle gazed up at the captain before realisation hit and, even in the dark, his face visibly darkened with shame and his eyes focused on anywhere but Price’s face. “No!—it wasn’t-”
“Shh. Don’t be so loud, sergeant.” The captain bent down beside the bed, head tilting to try and catch Kyle’s eyes. They finally met. “Gaz.” The sergeant now stared down at the kneeling captain beside him. Scanning his face for any sign of anger or disgust—anything. But all he saw was the bags underneath John’s eyes, how slow his movements were and the shaking of his legs as he tried to keep himself from keeling.
“I don’t care what you were dreaming about, just keep it down. I’m knackered and I don’t need you moaning in my ear. Literally.” Both men huffed amusedly at that and the tension finally broke.
“Sorry, captain.” A hint of smugness emanated from Garrick’s tone of voice, as if he hadn’t just been dreaming of John’s callus hands all over his body. As if he hadn’t cried out the captain’s name as he imagined their bodies flushed together and Price’s lips on his neck teasingly.
“Go back to sleep.” John gently patted Kyle’s head before he made his way back to his bed and snuggled under the covers. His eyes shut and racing mind slowed, ready for sleep to take over.
“Night, captain.”
“Night, Kyle.”