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It was a rare moment where all of 141 were having downtime, no mission to prepare for nor injury to heal from. Gaz suggested a night in to drink, play poker, and have some much needed team bonding.

Everyone agreed, including Ghost, but considering Gaz got Soap to ask him, the man wouldn't say no.

Little more into their cups, the cards were discarded in favour of telling obscene jokes and playful ribbing. Truthfully, no one knew how the topic started, but no one was complaining, per se...

"Look, Ghost is the epitome of Dom." Gaz chuckled as he tipped his beer bottle over towards where Ghost, Price, and Alejandro were talking with Laswell.

Soap spluttered and coughed as he turned to see what Gaz was talking about, the bottle slamming a little harder down on the table as he did so. He wasn't wrong, with the way Ghost was sitting, one arm resting behind the chair, legs spread with that dark aura he always portrayed, aye... Soap could see it, but he knew better.

God did he know better.

"Mierda amigo, don't choke." Rudy chuckled, patting Soap on the back. "Not like you didn't see it coming, no?"

"Was nae expecting Gaz tae hae th' baws tae say it," Soap replied, wiping the spilt beer away, glowering at Gaz who was smirking right back at him. The bastard.

"You didn't deny it." The taunt was clear, and Soap sighed, a fissure of irritation zinging up his spine.

This was not a topic he was comfortable speaking about because honestly, what was Ghost's personal business was his own and Soap knows way too much, and well, Soap was Ghost's personal business. Their personal business.

"It's none of our business, Gaz." He stated with a pointed look. "Plus pretty sure you'd be a Sub with the way you submit to our Captain."

It was vindictive and slightly cruel, but by God he wanted this to stop.

He made a note to apologise to Gaz in the morning as the man turned three shades paler before bright red.

No one asked Rudy because everyone on base has heard him and Ale. They weren't shy about it.

Silence reigned as Soap got up to get another drink. Well, truthfully, it lasted a beat before Gaz was spluttering and earning his own ribbing because everyone could see his desire for Price except the man himself.

"Now, a'm asking ye a' nicely tae drap this subject, please." He stated firmly and low as he paused at the end of their table, locking eyes with all of them, eyes catching on Rudy swallowing softly before continuing.

Soap could feel Ghost's eyes track every move from across the room, and he had no doubt about the fact that the man heard every word.

They had been together for a while, finding time in dark spaces and supply closets when able. Very rarely do they get to have full nights to themselves, even on base they had to be quiet and careful… but oh was it worth it. Fuck was it worth it. Still, they weren't ready to tell the others, both knew of course that their small 141 family wouldn't care… Simon and Soap just wanted to stay in their peaceful bubble for a little longer.

As he made his way back to the table a sigh escaped his lips, they were still on the topic except they'd moved on from Ghost and from Gaz, now they were onto him.

"…No way. Soap would be a brat hands down…"

He wasn't sure who said it, but it pulled a laugh from him. A quick glance over his shoulder towards Ghost, a predatory smile was the only warning the man got as Soap grabbed his chair and swung it out from the table, his entire 'Sunshine' persona they all see dropped the moment he sat down.

It was a lazy pose, arm dangling over the back of his chair while the one with the beer bottle dangled between his spread legs. A grin pulled at his lips as he dipped his head and looked up, giving his friends his entire focus, the same focus he would give to disabling a bomb or slowly taking apart Simon till he was begging.

"Oh, ah wouldn't ken about tha' now." He drawled slow and thick, his voice dripping like honey. "Ye ken whit thay say aboot assuming 'hings."

The grin twitched as he brought the beer to his lips, head tilting back to expose his throat but eyes never leaving their shocked faces. He let a drop escape and drip down his lips, his tongue chasing it as he resumed his heated stare. Shifting in the seat he straightened, his legs spreading more as he leant forward, saccharine smile fixed firmly, crooking his finger towards them.

"Dios mio…"

"Fuck…"

"…Johnny."

"Let's play a game called Johnny says…" He hums low leaning back once again, raising a brow and smirking. "Johnny says, spread open yer legs, put yer hands behind your head..."

He was faintly aware of something breaking behind him, instinctively knowing that Ghost had just crushed the bottle he was drinking in his hand, but his eyes never left the two in front of him. This was a game Simon enjoyed greatly and Soap was playing publicly to prove a goddamn point but…

"I was so sure that you would be good and listen to what I asked…" He trailed off with a lilt of disappointment, ending it with a sigh… his eyes flickered over to the table where the other four were and noticed that Ghost was gone.

Licking his lips Soap grinned and let his usual 'Sunshine' personality pop back up, "well it's been a pleasure boys but I am gonnae head tae bed, git tae be up earlie fur training wi' th' recruits."

It took all of Soap's willpower to get up and walk out without looking like he was fleeing, he didn't know what it was but something uneasy settled under his skin. It was eerily silent walking back to his shared room with Ghost, his eyes slipped shut for a moment as he stopped in front of the door.

Either he'll get a stern talking to, step into an empty room or well… Soap knew which one he'd prefer but…

Surprise and unease surged through him as he turns the knob and realise that it was unlocked, something Ghost would never do, and stepped inside the dark room. What he was not expecting was the door slamming behind him as he was roughly shoved against it.

"Gho –Simon." Soap gasped as he felt Simon's teeth and lips nipping and sucking at his throat and jaw. "Christ!"

"Johnny," Simon murmured, his lips brushing lightly over the shell of his ear. "Please."

Soap felt his brows raise at the warbled tone that dripped with desperation and desire. A chuckle escaped his lips as he switched their positions, pinning Simon to the door, pressing his knee between the man's thighs and against his straining erection, hands on either side of the man's head.

He was maskless, a rare occasion that caused warmth to spread throughout his chest. It wasn't often that Simon liked to be unmasked even though he trusted Soap implicitly, it was just Ghost felt more comfortable with it on most days.

"What do you want Simon?" He asked, lowering one hand to cup his cheek, thumb rubbing softly over Simon's bottom lip.

Ghost's eyes were dilated, his lips parting and tongue flicking out to lick his thumb. "Let me please you Johnny, please."

"Alright," Soap replied softly, watching and biting back a moan as Simon pushed his legs back a little and dropped to his knees.

He watched as Simon ran his hands up his thighs with reverent care, eyes flicking up briefly as he undid Soap's belt and zipper. A hiss of pleasure escaped his lips as Simon leant forward and mouthed his own straining erection briefly, the hiss turned into a moan as his erection was freed and Simon swirled his tongue around his tip.

Simon took Johnny into his mouth and sucked gently, tonguing the slit and around the head savouring the slightly salty tang of precum. Humming pleased, Simon looked up at Johnny through his lashes and whined at the heated desire that shone back in those storm-blue eyes.

The moan that escaped Johnny's lips had Simon working his cock faster, tongue flattening to caress the underside and swirl around the weeping tip. His hands gripped Johnny's thighs as he took Johnny's cock deep into his throat and hummed, stilling the spasm, and making him gasp and sigh.

His own cock throbbed as he breathed in the musky scent of Johnny's desire, and watched as Johnny threw his head back with a bitten-off curse, a bead of sweat pooled and left a trail down his bobbing throat as Simon took him deeper once again.

Fuck. Johnny lost in bliss was an aphrodisiac and he needed more, he always needed more.

"Johnny," he moaned softly after releasing Soap's cock with a lewd slurp, nuzzling his nose into the thatch of hair at the base of it, eyes never leaving his Johnny's. "Please… please… I need—want…"

Something within Soap broke as he looked down at the shattered face of Simon, it was a heady thing to know that Soap could make the Ghost so driven with desire, so needy and wanting. He dropped one hand to tangle in golden curls, gripping enough to cause a slight pull. "What do you want mo ghràdh?"

"You… I want to feel you. I want you to fuck me here against the door. I want all of you. Want people to know I am yours." Ghost groaned as Johnny's grip in his hair tightened.

A rumbled growl of desire escaped Soap's throat at the words, his cock twitching against Simon's cheek at the thought. "Strip!"

Simon wasted no time at the command, his hands removing his shirt and pants in swift movements, his entire body thrumming with what was to come. A flush began to form as he stood within Soap's arms, the Scot's eyes raking over his naked frame while still fully dressed and it did things to Ghost.

A feral smile pulled at Soap's lips as he pulled Simon into a searing kiss. A whine left Simon's lips as Soap began to trail kisses down his jaw, over his scars with reverence. The whine turned into a loud moan as Johnny bit hard at the junction of his neck and sucked, his talented tongue bathing it to soothe the glorious ache it caused. It set Simon's body aflame.

"Johnny…"

A soft huff escaped Soap's lips as he began to worship the torso before him with vigour, something he very much enjoyed doing. Soap savoured the taste of Simon, memorising every hitch in his breath and whimper as his tongue lavished over each ridge and dip of old wounds, the fingers of his left-hand rubbing circles around Simons pierced nipple, flicking his nail softly and tugging at the loop.

His right hand trailed a soft taunting trail down the length of Simon's side, fingers digging firmly into his muscled thigh and hiking it up to his waist and pulling him close, a moan escaping them both as their cocks rubbed together with much needed friction.

"Johnny, please," Simon whined in a desperate pant, eyes wide and desperate that set Soap aflame.

A feral snarl escaped the Scot's lips as he lifted Ghost to his hips and pushed him harder into the closed door, grinding into him. Ghost threw his head back and moaned loudly at the action, there was something very arousing about the fact that Soap, his Johnny, could lift him with ease…

"Is this what you wanted, mo leannan?" Soap rumbled low, teeth nibbling on Simon's lobe. "You want me to fuck you here like this?"

The words were a vibration on his skin, sending ripples of fire down to his cock and had his back arching. Another rumbling chuckle escaped Soap's throat as he shifted and wrapped his hand around both of them firmly, slowly and torturously jerking them both off. Simon curses at the feel of his cock and Johnny's slide together in a glide of precum and spit.

"Did my show in the rec room please you Simon?" Soap murmured breathlessly, pleased.

"Y–yes… god Johnny… you looked so fucking…" Simon trailed off in a loud moan as Soap bit down on his neck once more, in the soft tender spot behind his ear. His hands clenched tight around Johnny's shoulders, curling up to tangle into the hawk. "I w–as ready to drop t–to my knees then and there and do exactly what you said."

A pleased rumble escaped Soap, he let go of Simon's thigh and clumsily dug out the small bottle of lube he kept in his pocket for times like this. He captured Simon's lips with his own once more as he coated his fingers, bucking his hips forward and swallowing the moan that escapes his throat with hunger.

"Fuck!" Ghost howled, his hands scrabbling to clutch at Johnny's shoulders tighter as he felt a lube-slicked finger enter him, curling and twisting till it hit the right bundle of nerves that set him alight.

"Christ, you feel tight against my fingers," Soap swore as he let go of their cocks and ran his hand up Simon's torso, over his throat and pressing lightly before bracing himself on the door. "You'd feel even tighter on my cock, bleedin' Jesus Simon ye mak' me mad."

JohnnyJohnnyJohnny… that was all that was running through Ghost's mind as he felt a second and third finger enter him, stretching him open. It was teasing, his Johnny rubbing and dancing away from the spot that sent sparks up his spine and he couldn't hold back the whine as the rough brogue of words reached his hazy mind.

"Ye mine Simon Riley, ye mine," Soap growled low in Simon's ears as his name falls like the sweetest of prayer from his lips, dripping like honey and pushing Soap closer to uncontrolled desire. His teeth bit down again, hard and bruising right where he knew the mask stopped and shirt began, a spot all will be able to see his claim.

A cry of pleasure escaped Ghost's lips, closer to a sob at the dark rumble of claim in Johnny's voice, the blunt teeth biting down enough to bruise… pain and pleasure had Ghost rocking down on Johnny's fingers begging for more, he needed more.

"Am yours, yours… I need you, all of you… please, Johnny." Ghost choked out head thumping back against the door, exposing his neck more.

Moaning loudly at the plea in Simon's voice Soap removed his fingers, earning a whine from Ghost at the loss and trailed his hand up Simon's body. One hand gently pinned his hands above him, fingers intertwined while the other slicked up his cock with the lube. He positioned himself at Simon's entrance and grinned, slowly pushing forward, achingly slow but it was worth hearing the sound that tore from Simon's throat.

Loud and guttural, he could feel the vibrations run through him and the door, pulling a moan out of his mouth as Ghost clenched his thighs around his waist and dropped down hard, causing Soap to be buried to the hilt.

"Steamin' bloody Jesus Simon." Soap gasped out raggedly. "You that desperate hmm? You want to fuck yourself on my cock like this? Like a good boy?"

"Yes… Yes. Y–yes!" Simon moaned as he lifted himself up, whimpering as Johnny used his free hand to pin him to the door, not allowing himself to get the pleasure he so desired. Fuck, he wanted that so bad… he wanted to fuck himself on Johnny's cock as he held him up, needed that constant view of his Sergeant's unwavering strength.

Soap grinned and leant forward, lips a hairsbreadth away from Simons. "Then be a guid laddie 'n' shaw me how badly… a'm waantin' ye tae fuck yeself oan mah cock till ye beg me tae tak' over."

A ragged gasp left both their lips as Simon lifted himself up, thighs clenching with the movement and capturing Soap's attention with rapture and slammed back down fast. He did this several times, each time harder and faster pulling lascivious moans from Soap and whimpering cries from Simon.

JohnnyJohnnyJohnny… yesyesyes… The words were on repeat in Ghost's mind, falling from his lips in slurred pleasure till his voice cracked but it wasn't enough, couldn't get the angle right with how unmoving Soap was to hit the bundle of nerves to set him off.

"Ple-Johnny…"

Soap grinned as he let go of Simon's hands at the broken moan and plea, he looked wrecked and desperate, but he knew that Simon needed more. With a feral grin, he grasped Ghost's hips hard enough to bruise and tilted them slightly as he pulled out till only his tip remained within and slammed back in fast, savouring the way Ghost screamed his name, feet digging painfully into his back to pull him closer as he sets an unrelenting pace.

The next few moments to Simon – could be hours or days – were a blur of pleasure as the roll of Johnny's hips changed. Alternating between brutal quick that brought him close to the edge and tauntingly slow, it was driving him fucking insane.

He was so close, so very close.

"Keep going, Johnny," Simon wept, scrabbling at Johnny's shoulders and pulling him close. "Keep going, please, so close ke—keep going. Close close close!"

Simon looked like pure sin, wrecked beyond words, face flushed with his desire and tears streaming down his face as he begged. How could Soap resist? How could Soap deny this man anything he asked for as he wept so desperately for it?

"Cum for me Simon," Soap whispered roughly in Simon's ear, hand slipping between them to wrap around Simon's neglected cock and jerked him in time with his thrusts, grunting as Simon let go, his name falling from his lips in a wail as he came.

It was the hottest thing Soap had ever seen.

"Fuck Simon, tha mo ghion ort…" The words were muttered into Simon's throat, between staggered thrusts, unable to bite back the words any longer. He was close so close.

Simon moaned his dick twitching and leaking at the shattered words murmured reverently in his skin.

"I love you too Johnny." He rasped, pulling Johnny close as his hips staggered and stilled as he finally spilled over with a broken 'Simon'. "I love you too."

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45507013

#smut #soap x ghost #ghostsoap #MacRiley #Simon 'Ghost' Riley #john 'soap' mactavish #Ugh I hate this #cod fanfic #fanfiction #Read on AO3

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