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Ghost noticed it the first time. And then the ones after that.
Johnny’s incessant whining as his fingers grip at the bottom of the balaclava, scrabbling as the movement knocks him out of place.
Ghost tuts and swats the sergeant’s hands away, resulting in another batch of whines that aren’t the ones being produced by his cock that’s slipping inside. It’s the kind that’s been riddling their sessions for the past few weeks because Johnny just won’t let up.
“L.T, cmon,”
“No.”
Johnny pouts and tries to thicken up the layer of sweetness he’s been pouring over Ghost since last Tuesday, but he’s hard to crack.
The scot huffs and puts it down as another bad job. He’ll try again soon.
-
Ghost can feel the way Johnny’s eyes glaze over his jawline. They’re all sat at the table, but Johnny hasn’t said a word in half an hour, which is a new record in Ghost’s book.
Ghost lets his eyes drift over to Johnny’s a few times, indulging in the way it makes the eye contact break. Johnny’s never been one for intense eye contact, his mouth does all the talking, but it’s fun to tease.
Price is busy grumbling about yesterday’s shoddy training sessions and the sheer lack of decent quality in their new recruits, leaving Gaz to laugh and try and pick up the pieces about how they just “need more time.”
“They’ve had plenty of fucking time. They’ll just shove anyone down our backsides now and it’s a waste of our time and resources. Getting them to load a mag is like asking a kangaroo to fucking hop backwards.”
The table surrounds with chuckles, and Ghost is glad to see Johnny making some kind of noise as opposed to staring a hole into Ghost’s cheekbones.
Ghost kind of gets it when he thinks more about it. Although Johnny seems to struggle with heavy eye contact, he feeds off facial emotions and movements.
The mask dampens all of that, just leaves the eyes bare and open. The one thing he kind of avoids.
Ghost thinks he could maybe make an exception. For next time.
-
He scuffles around in his closet for close to an hour before he finds what he was looking for.
The dark green camo bandana that was kept as a last resort, lest his backup mask be thickened with blood and with no water to clean it with.
It’s still mucky from the last time it emerged from the depths, so Ghost throws it on top of his laundry pile for tonight. It’s kind of the least he can do.
-
It’s Tuesday before Johnny barges himself into Ghost’s room, his hands scattering across the stocked out vest as he plays with the velcro on Ghost’s shoulders, the incessant whining starting up again as his lips seal over Ghost’s balaclava.
Ghost huffs out a breath as his fingers dig into the waistband on Johnny’s cargos, pushing him back before his knees hit the bed and his ass lands on the mattress with a soft oof .
“L.T.”
Ghost hums, his eyes drifting back from the bandana on the table behind Johnny to meet his eyes. Johnny’s grabby handing at him, before Ghost swats his hand away again.
“Stay there.”
Ghost pads over to the bandana, his fingers brushing on the cotton as he picks it up, turning to Johnny who’s now contorted around, his left arm stretched back as his legs kick out as if he’s sat on the edge of a swing in the air. He’s wearing a smirk, his eyes blown black as the grin stretches up to his eyes.
“Gonna tie me up this time L.T?”
Ghost has a mind to.
He doesn’t say a word though, just trudges over to Johnny and nudges his legs open with his knee, causing a giggle to bubble out of Johnny’s throat. He drops the bandana into Johnny’s hands.
“Here, put this on.”
Johnny looks confused.
“I don’t get it. This so you don’t get cum in my hair again?”
“Over your eyes, dickhead.”
Oh.
Johnny goes quiet and stares at Ghost for a couple of seconds, before he’s fiddling with the cotton and folding it over a few times so it sits flush on his eyes.
“Can you-“
Ghost leans over his shoulder and knots the fabric, making sure there’s no stray hairs caught in the knot that might rip out when Johnny jerks his head. His mohawk is getting longer, but Ghost likes it more, it frames his face and the fringe drops on his forehead after his runs. It makes him look pretty.
“Good?”
Johnny replies with a short hum that’s a little shaky. He’s now sat with Ghost’s knee still jammed in between his legs, his fingers fiddling with themselves as he waits for Ghost.
It takes him a few minutes to realise that Johnny really can’t see him. Johnny bites his lips a few times and Ghost gets the blood hot desire to pop his thumb into Johnny’s mouth to stop him chewing on the skin.
Ghost drops to his knees softly, and it makes Johnny jerk a little in surprise at the movement. He’s not sure if he should let Johnny take his mask off, or to rather rip it off himself and save for the regret that might tear up into his fingers.
He chooses to do it himself, tugging the fabric off in one fell swoop as it slides up and off, before being placed on the tabletop next to him. He’s not sure if Johnny hears the movement, but Ghost’s breath sounds louder so he knows something’s up this time. Ghost sniffs and then shuffles forward on his knees, tentatively placing his hands on either side of Johnny’s thighs on the mattress, his palms resting on the thin cloth as his eyes flicker over Johnny’s face.
There’s no change in his emotion, bar a little
awkwardness at how there’s been no contact for around 10 minutes. Johnny really can’t see him.
“L.T?”
“Yeah?”
“You alrigh’?”
Ghost hums.
He just watches Johnny for a couple of moments again, his eyes flicking over the Scot’s face.
“-kay”
Johnny breathes out, letting Ghost take his time as his fingers shift in his lap again. This must be torture, to be so silent and in the dark about everything that’s happening around him. Johnny’s still very visual, Ghost reminds himself.
“You alright?”
“Aye. Just waitin’ for you.”
Ghost lets out a puff of a laugh. He’s not sure whether to tell Johnny he’s gonna kiss him, properly this time, but he thinks that might ruin the illusion, so decides to lean forward and let their breathes connect.
Johnny lets out a hic of a gasp that gets shunted in his throat. Ghost thinks he’s connected the lack of direction with the sudden warm breath, but doesn’t see any flutter of eyes beneath the bandana. Still clear.
Ghost can’t drag this out for much longer, Johnny’s fingers are already now creeping up to the edge of the bandana and Ghost has to make the quick movement of snapping his fingers around Johnny’s wrist and slotting their lips together.
The noise that leaves Johnny’s mouth is heavenly .
“ L.T .” He breathes out, his fingers clenching into a fist as Ghost’s lips stick to his, Johnny’s eyes fluttering shut beneath the bandana as he relaxes into the sensation. Johnny’s skin turns a sickly shade of pink as his cheeks brighten, opening his mouth a little before softly closing them to really seal the deal.
Ghost’s never one to know about kissing, he never learnt how to really do it, but he tries to take initiative. Johnny seems to be enjoying it, thankfully, his arms winding around Ghost’s neck.
They stay there until Ghost’s knees start to scream at him, the hardwood floor doing nothing to cushion the bone slowly grating.
“Johnny I gotta move, my knees are fucking dying here.”
Johnny whines again, but this times it’s wobbly and full of something more that Ghost hasn’t heard before. Something warm and tacky that swoops down to his groin and makes him wonder if he should just stay here and make out with his sergeant for the rest of the night like a couple of teenagers.
“Johnny I gotta move,”
He reiterates, pushing Johnny onto his back as he stands up, the cartilage clicking back into his knees as he groans.
Johnny looks a pretty picture like this, his lips slick with spit and red from the pressure. His cheeks are flushed high and pink, his hair falling onto the mattress beneath as his vision stays obscured by the bandana. His breath rises and falls heavily, and the tent in his cargos is more than noticeable.
“This what a bit of kissing does to ya? I’m not sure you’ll last Johnny.”
Ghost drags his finger up the bottom of the crease where Johnny’s cock twitches, contacting with the fabric of the cargos and the drag of his briefs as Johnny gurgles.
“L.T, no teasin’, please.”
And he says it so sweetly.
Ghost tuts before pulling his black shirt up and over his head, barking at Johnny to come down to his boxers, as the flush jumps down to his chest whilst Ghost watches him undress.
He barks at Johnny again to lie against the headboard, before he crawls up above Johnny’s trembling frame.
“You ain’t been saying a lot sergeant. Maybe i’ve finally found a way to shut you up.”
“L.T.”
“It’s Simon.”
Ghost blurts out, before slotting their lips together again as Johnny lets out another high pitched keen. He can at least give Johnny the pleasure of not having to use honourifics whilst Ghost has him sink into the bed with one of his vital senses removed.
Johnny’s legs fall open as Simon’s thigh pressures against the tent in Johnny’s boxers, his mouth fluttering open in a moan as the pressure grows, Simon’s thigh pressing harder as he leans further forward, towering over the sergeant.
“Shit, Si- ah”
Oh, that sounded so good.
“What am I gonna do with you Johnny?”
It’s more of a statement than a question, but the answer that slips out of Johnny’s mouth has the wet spot in his boxers growing as his head drops down to Johnny’s neck.
“-Nything, please Sir,”
Johnny’s fingers flex against Simons’s shoulders as the Lieutenant sucks marks into the soft junction of Johnny’s neck and shoulder.
“Such a good boy, aren’t ya?”
Johnny lets out another keen, Simon’s leg connecting with his tented dick as the pressure starts to get too much, his mouth dropping open as the moans spill out.
“Sir, please-“
His face is bright red, a shade of rouge that Simon could almost bite into and taste the blood pool on his tongue.
“You close?”
Johnny nods, throwing his arm over his face as his bottom lip trembles.
Simon tuts, “Can’t have that now, can we? I’ve only just started.”
Johnny gurgles as Simon’s leg shifts backwards, the pressure leaving completely as Simon takes pity.
“ Si .”
“I hear ya”
Simon slots their lips back together before he slides his the tips of his fingers under Johnny’s boxers, grunting at him before Johnny’s hips rise up and his boxers can be chucked somewhere across the room.
The slit is wet, precum beading out down the head as Johnny’s lips slide over Simon’s.
“So wet for me, pretty boy.”
Ghost learnt very quickly that Johnny loved praise, would do anything to drop to his knees in-front of his superior just so he could get his hair played with and called pretty and so good .
“Ha- Simon,”
More whines bubbled into Simon’s mouth as his fingers wrapped around Johnny’s dick, pumping softly as he keened under his superior.
“Si, ‘m not gonna last ”
He whispers, his body trembling under Simon’s fingers as he tries so hard, biting his lips as Simon’s connect back to the skin of his neck, mouthing and licking at the softness.
“ Si,”
He whimpers, and Simon gets the overwhelming urge to slip his fingers into Johnny and have him cum around his digits. Simon’s fingers lift up and off the skin of Johnny’s cock, catching the whines that pour out with his lips as Johnny just trembles like a leaf.
“Good boy, gonna finger you now, that alright?”
Johnny nods so fast that Simon thinks his neck might crack and split his head off the vertebrae. Simon presses more soft kisses to Johnny’s lips, shuffling over to the bedside drawer as he scrabbles for the bottle of lube.
It clicks open with a soft sound, before Simon’s pulling back and squirting a blob of the liquid on his fingers, watching Johnny for any signs of unsure thoughts or sudden feelings of wanting to stop.
“Might be cold.”
Johnny hisses as the lube hits the hot skin of his ass, his body drawing up to avoid the cold.
“Shite that’s cold.”
“Said it would be.”
Johnny’s lips purse into a straight line and Simon chuckles.
“Don’t start throwing a fit.”
“-M no, just would’ve appreciated you warmin’ it up before you slapped an ice cube right on my skin.”
“Sorry princess, i’ll remember for next time.”
“Aye sure ya w- hah,”
Johnny melts under Simon’s touch, as he presses a digit into Johnny’s hole, the muscle fluttering as he suddenly breaches.
“So easy to shut you up with a touch sergeant.”
Simon chuckles, letting Johnny get used to the intrusion as he twitches, his cock jumping on his stomach as Simon peppers kisses on his neck again.
“Arse-h,hole.”
Simon laughs again, before circling his finger around Johnny’s walls, letting the muscle relax as he pulls back and slips more lube from the adjacent finger onto his skin. He tries a series of crooks, all drawing out soft whines and moans, but not the exact one he’s looking for.
It takes Simon a couple of tries, but then there’s a loud noise and precum drooling out of Johnny’s cock, his fingers grabbing at Simon’s shoulders as he laughs against Johnny’s neck, relentlessly pressuring the spot as Johnny grinds against his fingers, the tears dripping down the side of the bandana as he blabbers.
“Si, shit right there please,”
“I gotcha, you gonna cum for me?”
Simon’s voice lowers in bravado, Johnny trembling as the sound connects with his ears.
“Si, kiss me, please please ple-“
Simon shushes him softly, before slotting their lips together, letting Johnny wind his hands through his hair as he moans, his toes curling in the sheets as his gut begins to coil.
“ L.T .” It comes as a whisper.
He’s very close.
“I’m here baby.”
It only takes a couple more curls of Simon’s fingers and whispers of praise before Johnny spills on his tummy with a cry, trembling harshly as he grinds down on Simon’s fingers.
“Si, ahha-“
“Good boy, you’re doing so good.”
More cum seems to dribble out of Johnny’s cock.
“ Please, ”
“You can do it, cmon.”
There’s tears slipping down Johnny’s cheeks now as his lips wobble, the overstim starting to punch him in the gut at full force.
“Johnny baby, you’re so good for me come on.”
And there it is, the cry and the second spill as Johnny’s muscles flutter again around Simon’s fingers. Johnny gasps with a sob as his body shucks away from Simon’s fingers, whimpering as he starts to come down from the high.
Simon peppers his face with kisses, pulling his fingers out slowly as Johnny clings to him.
“I’m gonna get somethin’ to clean you up with.”
Johnny whines, his fingers not moving from Simon’s shoulders.
“Cmon you’ll get all sticky.”
Simon sits up as Johnny’s arms fall down to his side, his chest rising fast as he tries to catch his breath. Simon grabs a warm washcloth from the bathroom before padding back over to the bed, wiping the mess from Johnny’s stomach and between his legs. He feels Johnny’s hand connect with his cheek blindly, and he presses a soft kiss to the palm of his hand.
“Do ya have to put it back on?”
Simon’s gut drops.
“Johnny.” It comes out a little sterner than he wanted it to. Johnny’s hand falls from his face and he turns his head to the side, where Simon can see the wobble return to his lips, it’s less prominent and more sad this time though. Simon knows it’s the comedown talking.
“Quit it.” Simon drawls, before he’s towering back over Johnny and sliding their lips together, the soft stickiness submerging him.
Simon pulls away and then grabs his mask back from the beside table top, sliding it over before he leans forward and pulls the blindfold up and off Johnny’s eyes, shielding him from the bright lights of the table lamp whilst his eyes adjust.
“Hey L.T.”
Johnny smiles, the bubbliness reaching his eyes.
Simon’s not sure if he can keep the mask on around Johnny for much longer.