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Let's paint a picture in your mind of Soap and Ghost coming back from a mission that turned out to be a total shit show. Exchanging no words, Soap just simply follows Ghost to his room.
When they both enter the very sparsely decorated room and Ghost locks the door behind them all the emotions they held during the mission are set free.
They almost lost each other. There were so many things they wanted to say- yet the silence was deafening. They both stood in the middle of the bedroom not sure how to proceed with all those feeling they had for one another.
Ghost couldn't raise his eyes from the floor, afraid that if he dared to look at Soap they would be back at that fucking warehouse they just came back from. Afraid that he will see the shrapnel Soap had barely dodged deep in his chest.
"Simon, ah thought-" The image of Ghost heaving for air in the burning warehouse flashed before his eyes. "God, I thought ah won't be able to take ye out of there..." He pressed his hands against his eyes, trying to push away the stinging in his eyes.
"The fuck you did that for?" Ghost still wasn't looking at Soap. His voice raspy and strangled. "I ordered you to get the fuck out." Ghost's fists clenched at his sides, nails digging into his own skin.
"Is that even a question, Lt? You really think I would leave ye there?" Soap's voice was calm, maybe a bit hurt.
He steps closer to Ghost and slowly raised his hand to put it on Ghost's clothed chin. The touch was feather light as if not sure it was allowed.
Ghost shuddered and raised his head, his eyes meeting Soap's.
And that is when the Scot saw wet patches on the balaclava right under Simon's eyes.
He cupped Ghost's fave in his palms and brought his face lower so their foreheads and noses were brushing against each other.
"Oh, Simon..." Whispered Soap.
"You could have d-"
"But I didn't. We didn't." Soap grabbed Ghost's hand and put it over his heart. "See? It's still going."
They stood like that for a while before Soap felt some of the tension leave Ghost's body. He then put his hands on the hem of the mask, hooking his fingers under it just a bit.
"Can I?"
The lieutenant nodded and Soap slowly pulled the mask off.
Ghost's hair was a sweaty mess and his cheeks were wet and smudged with black paint. Soap pressed his lips right under Simon's eyes.
Somewhere during the shower of kisses Soap was providing to Ghost, their eyes fluttered close.
When their lips finally met it was like the air was punched from their lungs and the only way to breathe again was to get closer.
Ghost wrapped his arms around Soap's neck as the shorter man put his hands on his waist. Slowly Johnny's hands started to wonder more- but only over clothes not daring to sneak his hands under Ghost's shirt.
But Ghost wanted this. First time in a long time he felt like what was happening to him was right. Maybe it felt a bit like it could be his true first time. The first time he did it with someone he actually wanted.
With Johnny. Safe.
Yeah- he wanted it.
So he raised his arms to show Johnny that he wanted the shirt off. He took the hint and pulled the shirt off of him, brushing his ribs and belly with warm fingers.
Then Soap almost tore his own t-shirt off of himself.
Ghost let out an amused laugh when Soap's head got stuck in the material and after helping the other out- they both chuckle.
"Well, that's a good start on my end."
"I don't think I expected more out of you, Johnny..."
Soap smirked and grabbed Ghost's hands. Slowly pulling him towards the bed.
"So you admit you already thought about it, huh?"
"Fuck off"
It was nice to see Simon like that, flushed from his face down to his chest.
It was even better to see him laid out on the bed under him, the tips of his ears burning red. Mouth open and panting softly, letting out quiet moans and whimpers as Johnny was slowly burying himself between his legs. When he finally bottomed out he fell in Ghost's arms. Heart to heart they were giving each other time to adjust to the euphoric feeling flowing through their whole bodies.
Only when Ghost started slowly moving his hips did Soap move as well. They found a slow and deep rhythm that quickly made Simon into a whiny and whimpering puddle.
Soap hiding his head in the crook of Ghost's neck and leaving red and wet marks from his collar bone to right behind his ear.
It didn't take long for the rhythm to become uneven and erratic as they both came moaning each other's names like a prayer. Soap's back marked with red scratch marks.
When they came back from the high of it, Soap slowly pulled out and laid next to Simon, pulling him into a cuddle. He couldn't stop looking at Ghost's legs which were still a bit shaky from the orgasm.
They both smiled.