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a-world-with0ut-dr34ms · 10 months

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Gaz x Reader x Soap

It's not every day Gaz gets to drive fast cars. It's also not every day he gets to race hot strangers on the road either.

Tags: SFW, Some swearing, Fluff, Flirting, Banter, Racing, Three-Way flirting, Random, Innocent, Some Car Lingo, Soap and Gaz sharing a single brain cell, Eventual smut in part two, scarcely proofread

This is just a two-parter one-shot I randomly typed. I like Soap, I like Gaz, and I like speeding. Please enjoy~

WC: 3.5k~

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Have you ever gone over 100 miles per hour in a car? And not just any car, but a fast car. One that turns heads when you drive by on the street. The type of car you can hear a few blocks down from inside your living room; a car you know can dust anyone on the road in a race, cops be damned.

Kyle's always dreamed of having a car like that one day, one to bring home and brag to his friends about. Of course, they always thought he let himself get carried away too often by his idle, adrenaline-fueled fancies.

They'd only ever tease, "What'd'ya even need somethin' that fast for?"

"You're just wasting your money."

"It's not like you'll actually get to drive it like you want."

"Why not just get something reliable?"

Gaz has heard every excuse, comment, and suggestion in the book when it comes to cars and his spending habits; none have been quite as effective in persuading him.

Most of his friends could barely drive an automatic, let alone a car with a V8 in it, so it made sense to him why they'd be OK with just some piece of shit daily commuter. Not Kyle though. No, if he could chase the thrill of the adrenaline at work as well as at home then he would, gladly.

He's wanted a fast car ever since he was a kid, growing up on all those old American racing movies his dad would leave on the telly most weekends. Having grown up in the more docile parts of London, however, back then, the only form of 'transportation" he had included his feet, the bus, and maybe his parent's car (if they weren't in a mood).

It always felt like a pipe dream to have a nice car, though the older he gets the more he sees its attainability.

For the past month now, Kyle's had his eye on one car in particular: the classic American muscle -- a Dodge Challenger.

He's heard from the other soldiers (especially the American ones), that that car was as cliché as they came. It's practically one of the first ones everyone mentions when bringing up fast cars, and it's somehow always the first car many young and naïve PFCs get on a 40% interest rate, after getting smooth-talked by the local car dealer.

You get into certain sectors of America and EVERY guy within a 10-mile radius has one. Dodge Challengers were indeed as cliché as they came. But Goddamn, did Gaz want one for himself! Why should he care if everyone already has one? He doesn't yet, and now he feels he can finally join the club.

And the one nice thing about clichés is that it makes them pretty easy to come by. After a few checks, Gaz had finally picked one out that suited his fancies.

A newer model, 2018 around, with pearl white paint and two black stripes running straight down the middle, complete with tinted windows and matching black rims. For weeks he's seen it parked at this dealership, just begging to get bought. And after a few hard-earned paychecks, he could finally put an end to his window shopping and test the real thing.

"You're goin' with the worst option, mate," Soap had felt a need to finally chime in, not back at the barracks, but in the dealership lobby no doubt. The Scot hadn't been as big of a motorhead as Kyle, but he knew enough about cars to carry a conversation. He also needed very little convincing to tag along, as was usually the case. "Why not somethin' fancy like... I dunno, a Lexus or an Audi?"

Gaz gags at even the thought of choosing one of those over this. "No way," he blows raspberries. "All those got nothin' on the Challenger."

"Except speed," Soap adds. "And better gas mileage. Oh, and four doors instead of two-"

"Don't you ride a bike, mate?" Gaz cuts in.

"Ay, this is about you right now," Soap says. "Plus, we already know my bike would smoke you in a race."

"Oh piss off," Gaz gives his comrade a playful shove to his broad shoulder, the two men giggling amongst each other like a pair of school girls. "Ah but man, you wouldn't get it," Gaz shrugs. "You like your jeeps and your motorcycles, but I'll take my cars. Plus I bet you wouldn't even know what to do in a car like this."

"Aye, you're not wrong," Soap sighs. He then crosses his arms and takes another look at the car, seeing all its slick features and designs, the shine to its exhaust, and the way the hood of the car opened up so the engine could peak out. Top speed or not, they definitely liked to doll these things up like peacocks. "I'd probably just crash it if I got behind the wheel."

"At least you can admit it," Kyle chuckles.

Just then, after what had felt like an eternity of waiting, the car salesman rounds the corner of the lobby, already readjusting his suit and pulling out car keys and a clipboard, as he made his way over to the pair with a shark-like smile.

"Sorry for the wait, boys." He stops a few feet short of them, his beady eyes glued to his clipboard before he's let them carry back over to the car. "Now I can only give you up to an hour in it. If you stay local, you can drive it how you want. Just get back here safe and let me know what you're thinking, yeah?"

The salesman dropped the keys in Kyle's palm, and the smile that grew on his face shortly after had been akin to that of a child waking up to a Christmas tree full of presents. In a matter of seconds, he'd finally get to drive his dream car.

"We won't be too long, sir."

It takes a moment for Gaz to take everything in once he's closed the car door behind him -- that new car smell, the coolness of the leather seats, the shine to the dashboard, and the slick feel of the steering wheel against his rough hands.

Had Soap not started laughing at that goofy smile Kyle had on, that hasn't left him since taking the keys, he may have just sat there for the next fifteen minutes just taking in the atmosphere.

Soap takes another generous look at the car's interior, checking the mirrors, the back seats and then the glove box. Admittedly it wasn't every day he found himself in cars as nice as this either (which had no doubt been a reason for his tagging along). Even he can't stop himself from smiling back at the Sergeant.

"You ready?" He asks.

Gaz gives him a sly look. "Hell yeah, I'm ready."

With no further delays, the man brought his finger to the car's start button. It clicks, and they've both now felt the vehicle start to rumble, the roaring sounds of the V8 engine finally firing up.

That low growl purs in his ears like honey. It sounds just like it does in the movies.

Gaz settles his hands against the wheel, just enjoying the feel of it a little longer. After listening to Soap fiddle with the settings (particularly the Bluetooth), Kyle looks over at the Sergeant, a big grin on his face.

"So where to?"

Trees and buildings fly by their windows like someone was fast-forwarding through a slideshow; the music blares on the speakers, but it could barely be heard over the roar of the engine and the chaotic laughter of the two men inside.

It's hard not feeling on top of the world when you're car looks this good on the street.

Both men were completely geeked in their seats by the time they came across their second empty road and the force of the car has all but pushed them back into their seats, darting them down the street like a bat out of hell. The whole time Gaz watches the speedometer climb to new heights he's never seen before, his heart pumping all the blood through his body, making his skin tingle and his eyes wide.

There was just something unexplainable about going fast in a car like this, like you have all this power in your hands, everything in your own control for however long you're behind the wheel. At times, that alone felt better than any rush drugs, alcohol, or even sex could give.

After what felt like thirty minutes of just straight speeding and zipping through the backstreets, eventually Gaz came across a red light that will have them merging back onto the freeway. A good spot to bring his heartrate back down and live in the moment again.

"So," Gaz looks over at Soap, whose eyes have been excitedly bouncing about since he's designated himself as the 'passenger princess' of the vehicle today. "You convinced yet?"

"Maybe," Soap shrugs, purposefully acting nonchalant about it. "It sure is loud."

"That's the best part!"

To further prove his point, Gaz starts to rev the engine, making both men get giddy again just listening to it.

That's when a second car pulls next to the men suddenly, another Dodge Challenger, only this one was pitch black, with tinted windows so dark it barely looked legal. The only reason Gaz and Soap even see them is because they've started to rev their engine next to him.

Gaz looks over, in disbelief at first. Kyle revs his engine another time, as to see if this was true. And then, to his amusement, the black Challenger does the same back.

Now a large smile has formed on his face. He revs his engine again. They rev their engine again.

"You think they wanna race?" Soap asks.

He can only hope.

Gaz looks ahead of himself, watching the red light intensely, continuing to rev his car alongside this new friend he's made on the road.

The light turns green, and Gaz's hands tighten on the steering wheel.

"Only one way to find out."

Gaz brings his boot down on the peddle, feeling the thing damn near hit the floor and the engine scream at him. In the blink of an eye, both cars were zooming down the freeway like a scene straight out of Fast and Furious.

Gaz keeps a close eye on the black Challenger, watching them switch between lanes from his side view mirrors. The car matches his speed, driving right beside him the entire way, and picking up the speed any time he picked up the speed himself. When cars were in the way, you both found your own creative ways around them, and when the lanes cleared once more, you met back beside each other, speeding down the road like a long-lost pair of soulmates.

"This guy's good," Soap comments.

"Yeah, he is."

The black Challenger picks up the speed now, going well over 100 miles an hour at this point, and looking for a real race. One Gaz would happily give them. He takes position behind their car, following them as they tic-tacked through the remainder of the traffic in their way. Once the road cleared, the two floored it.

Their vehicles chase one another down in an elegant line, as the sun sets to the far distance, the birds and planes above passing by as tiny, incomprehensible dots.

After a straight minute of speeding, Gaz could feel the inferiority of his vehicle, watching as the black Challenger slowly sped further and further off, despite the man doing all he could to keep up.

With another batch of cars coming up on the road for them both to zig-zag through, the man knew if he didn't keep up, he'd eventually lose them in the crowd.

Just seeing their headlights grow further away had already started making the Sergeant long to keep this going for just a little longer. This can't end now.

The black Challenger begins to cut through cars, weaving their way through before disappearing behind a group of trucks.

"Hang on to your seatbelt," Gaz warns.

"Aye, aye," Soap straightens himself in his seat, and proceeds to feel the entire weight of his body sink into it as the Sergeant speeds up even more.

He follows the same route as the black Challenger... or he attempts to. The gap they'd previously used quickly became unavailable when the two cars in said lane decided it'd be best to ride each other, rather than let another car pass through.

Having to think fast, Gaz uses his mirrors to look to the other lanes, finding another opening and quickly flipping his turn signal on before merging into the lane. A smart decision it seems. The minute he's entered the lane, he sees a clearing and speeds for it, re-emerging from the traffic and back onto an empty highway.

Only the mystery car was no longer anywhere in sight.

"Aw," Gaz sinks in his seat in defeat. "Did I lose him?"

"Looks like it, mate," Soap gives Gaz a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "I'm sure there'll be more though, no?"

"I doubt it..."

With the race retroactively "ended", Gaz feels himself begin to settle down now, attempting to process what just happened. It makes him grin. "That was fun though."

"Hold up," Soap's gaze looks to something behind Gaz, something that makes his smile brighten. "Look."

Gaz turns to look out his window, and as if his prayers had been answered, the black Challenger was driving beside him again. To share their good faith, they even rev their engine again, as to let him know, "I'm still here too."

Gaz admits, seeing the mystery car again definitely got him excited.

The black Challenger drives in front of Gaz now, using their lights to try and signal them to follow. Kyle didn't even need any convincing to do so.

He follows the stranger off the freeway before he's brought them all to a gas station parking lot. A public enough place to dip out on a quick getaway if this doesn't go as expected. Then again, Gaz wasn't so sure what he'd been expecting at all.

Once the cars were parked, both parties remained in their cars for a moment, simply waiting to see who would do something first.

"What'd'ya think they want?" Soap asks.

"Who knows," Gaz shrugs. "I might ask 'em what set up they've got though."

"Priorities-"

A tap at Gaz's window cuts that conversation short, as the Sergeant feel's his heart start to race again. The moment of truth.

He turns to look, and is taken completely aback when he realizes that the black Challenger hadn't been a man at all, but a woman, and a really attractive woman at that. A welcome surprise, to say the least.

If the man didn't know any better, he might have thought you were a celebrity, from how overdressed you looked. Your hair and makeup are all done up something nice, and the dress you had on was giving your curves just a little too much justice, the tight-fitting fabric having shaped over your little form rather nicely.

Soap has to nudge Gaz out of the trance he'd put himself in having taken the whole sight of you in, completely smitten at first sight. He rolls his window down, and you look even prettier without the tint obstructing that little twinkle in your eyes. Eyes that take no shame looking both men up and down in the vehicle.

"That was some nice driving out there," you speak first.

"Was that you driving?" Gaz asks. He knows it's a dumb question, but it's the first thing his mind can process.

"Oh you already know," you say rather confidently. "It's not every day I get to drive him around like that."

"Him?" Gaz asks.

Your eyes go wide for a second, before you realize what he's asking and laugh to yourself. "My car," you say. "I call him Romeo."

"Romeo?" Soap laughs.

Your eyes switch from the innocent brown eyes of Gaz's to the more brazenly blue ones of Soap's. He's been smiling at you since the window rolled down. Admittedly, you'd been too. You weren't expecting to see not one, but two cute guys in a car eager to talk to you.

"That's right," you say. "Romeo. It's got a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

"It's definitely memorable," Gaz says. "That's for sure."

Your eyebrow raises with amusement. "You both English?"

"Oi, I'm from Scotland," Soap protests. "This bloke's the Londoner 'ere, eh Garrick?"

"Yeah, sure, 'Londoner'. This guy," Gaz chuckles to himself. "We're from out of town, though, yeah."

"Wow, OK," you put your hands on your hips in astonishment. "You in town for long then?"

"A few weeks, give or take," Gaz says. "Why? You feel like showin' us around some more, love?"

You stand there thinking to yourself for a moment, or rather you purposefully left them both waiting in anticipation for an answer, surely enjoying the way their eyes couldn't help looking you up and down this whole time. When they weren't locked on your smile, they certainly liked to linger below your collarbone (though they both thought they'd been more nonchalant about it than they had been).

Their eyes quickly lift when they've seen you cross your arms over your chest, your eyes glinting playfully.

"I'm not sure you can keep up," you smirk.

Both men laugh now, looking at each other in shared disbelief. This was really happening right now.

"Care to prove me wrong then?" Gaz taunts.

You get this sly look on your face, as though Gaz has no idea what he was getting himself into.

With a half-lidded look about you, you extend your hand out with an open palm, and very clearly say, "Open up your maps and give me your phone."

Soap can't help but laugh at your assertiveness, even as Gaz absent-mindedly obliges. "Bossy lil' thing, aren't ya?"

"No point in wasting time." You take the man's phone and begin putting an address in. Once you've finished you passed the phone back to Gaz, feeling as his fingers gently brushed against yours within this brief exchange. The warmth of your fingers comes as a shock to him, even as he covers it by clearing his throat.

Looking down, he sees you've put in the address to someone's house. Curious.

"Where do you have us headin'?" Gaz asks.

"I was on my way to a party," you say, which would no doubt explain why you were so dressed up now. "A lot of people are gonna be there, so it won't look weird if you come uninvited."

"Sick, OK," Gaz nods. "Party it is then."

You jump for joy, which only makes both men blush at your more girly antics. "Awesome! I guess I'll see you boys there then."

And whether you meant to be cute about it or not, you gave both men the gentlest of waves, and sauntered on back to your car, feeling as both men watched you go. Their eyes couldn't get enough of your backside.

Gaz turns back to Soap. "There's no way this is happening right now."

"Well hold up now," Soap says. "Don't we have to take this back to the dealership? Think we have time?"

Shit, Kyle forgot he hasn't actually bought the damn thing yet.

The responsible part of himself -- the soldier in him conditioned to follow rules and keep discipline -- told him to take the car back and get things sorted out first. It'd be the smartest thing to do...

"Hey, speedracer!"

...But then he hears you revving your engine again, and when he glances over and sees your window already rolled down, just smiling and waving at him like that...

"Race you there!" you say.

Gaz brings his hand back to his shift stick and puts it in reverse, smirking.

"We'll make time."

Author's Note: This is completely random. I was just thinking about how I feel like Gaz gives me car guy vibes. This is slightly self-indulgent as well because I drive a challenger and I live near a base full of soldiers who constantly like to street race, so I thought it'd be a fun little scenario for an x Reader. The next part will be the final part. Stay Tuned~

*Also I am still working on my other WIPs (T^T)

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