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It started with a vacation. A much needed vacation in that matter. Gaz and Soap, two veterans, now working in gardens. (It is I, the author, who is a professional gardener and I say they are gardeners.) They had been friends ever since they had been signed up in the same barracks, causing mischief on purpose and annoying their superiors to see how much it took for them to get laundry or cleaning duty.

Long story short, they had finally gotten some days off, and as neither were a big fan of traveling by plane, decided to do a road trip through the UK, and maybe visit some of Johnny's favorite spots in Scotland if they had time.

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On a cold rainy day, Kyle decided that instead of sitting inside the car all day, playing cards, they could go to the massage salon acrossthe road. It was right in front of their car and he had some coupons laying around somewhere. He had gotten them at a party from who knows who, he didn't recall ever seeing the man who gave them to him, he only remembered that he looked like he hadn't been outside for days. He had gotten the place recommended by his ma and her friends, said the people there had 'blessed hands' and had cured her backaches.

After a short discussion they had both decided to just do it. Both had some tough knots on their back due to stress and carrying heavy machines, and going to a massage salon really did sound good, no matter how much John hated going naked in front of strangers. Maybe they could take a back only massage? As they were walking to the spa salon, Gaz quickly took the tickets out of his pocket, showing them proudly. Just as he wanted to show them to Johnny, a wind took them from his hands and lifted them up into the sky, dropping them 3 feet further into a rain puddle. Gaz cried out and quickly grabbed them, not caring that his hands got dirty. Johnny laughed until he remembered he would have to pay for the massages himself if the tickets got dirty and were unreadable. While they were walking to the salon Kyle couldn't help but groan in frustration at his own stupdity.

As they, finally, went inside the building, a woman firmly welcomed them. She had warm skin and soft make-up, her hair was covered by a hajib. Her smile lit up the room and both men felt warmer already. Gaz coughed and handed her the dirty tickets. "I hope they're still active, I don't know how old they. And sorry that they're wet, they just flew out of my hands and landed in the puddle." He tried explaining why they were wet but the woman simply laughed and ticked something into her laptop. "I saw what happened." She laughed softly. "You're lucky I can still see the barcode, otherwise it would be much more difficult." Johnny couldn't help but admire her as she worked. She had fair skin and lovely features, yet strong arms and a glare that could kill a man. A great model for in his journal. Her name-tag wrote Farah. Quite a fancy name, if Johnny could be honest. "The tickets are actually dateless, we just don't hand them out anymore. They were part of our first time ticketing, simply trying to get new customers. You see, we are a new shop, we've been here for about 3, 4 months now. Anyhow, can I ask what kind of appointment you gents want? The tickets cover every single massage, so it is no problem which one you choose."

Gaz and Johnny looked at each other in sinc. Both knew exactly what this meant. "The most expensive one." Johnny beamed with pride. The lady laughed and continued ticking it into her computer. "You sure? The luxury massage is a full body massage, most of the customers have a set back from it a few days afterwards. But, it really is worth it. The other thing is, we only offer them in private sessions which means you two get separated into different rooms with different masseuses." She lifted a brow, making sure the two of 'em knew what they were getting themselves into. Johnny and Gaz looked at each other one more time but shrugged and decided that if anything was to go wrong, both were strong enough to take care of it on their own.

"Sure, why not?" Johny shrugged and looked at Farah, who, in return, nodded and ticked away at her laptop. It was silent in the hall for a while, only the noise of the keyboard interrupting now and then. "Alright then. I got two free spots right now." She smiled and pointed at a door at the end of the hall. "Go through that door and find yourself a good fitting bathrobe, change into that, and make yourself at home in room 3 and 4." Her smile lit up the room as Gaz took the keys to the lockers and thanked her with a smile. Number 34 and 36 were the lockers they had gotten. As they were headed to the lockers Gaz suddenly snorted. "What's wrong?" Johnny asked, his brows lifted in a weird corner. "Nothing. It was funny how I thought these tickets were years old when in reality they were only a month or two old." Johnny didn't see the irony in it but smiled nonetheless, he didn't want to let his best friend down. They quickly changed into their other attire, switched their clothes in for fuzzy warm bathrobes, and laid their own clothes into the lockers. Soap took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a bit, trying to stabilize his thoughts, and of course Gaz noticed.

"We can still leave if you'd like?" Gaz knew. Obviously. He had been friends with Johnny for years now, he was the first person to know Johnny was trans other than his ma and pa, and his family of course, and Kyle wasn't stupid, he had noticed before how socializing was difficult for Johnny from time to time and gave him all the space he needed. "Don't worry, I am just tired." Johnny lied, like he did many times, but this time it was partly true. He was tired from sleeping in that damn car the whole week. Kyle nodded and smiled while softly punching his friend's shoulder. "And Jonny, if they say anything rude, I swear, I am going to punch their lights out until they can't remember their own name."

Johnny smiled and looked at him. "Thank you, but that won't be necessary. I can stand my ground." Kyle nodded and hummed, remembering the song they had been blasting all day, trying to find a parking spot in the busy city that is Hereford.

Eventually both men had changed and were ready to go to their rooms. They went through a door and saw a hallway with multiple doors and they searched for a while before realizing the doors were numbered and went from high to low. After a short moment of laughter, both boys went to the right doors. Gaz smiled one last time before entering his room, Johnny did the same and looked at the number on the door before going in, a habit he took over from working in the military. Johnny took a deep breath as he finally pushed the door open and took a step inside the room. It was quite a surprise. He expected someone to be in there but it was mostly empty. It was a large room with modern furniture. For some reason there was an old sofa in the room but Johnny thought it added a flair of charm to the room, combined with the simple but fancy hardwood floor, was it a perfect mix between simplicity and professional. A few plants in the corners, a green curtain covered the windows, and the walls being a few tints lighter made the room pretty chill to be in.

Johnny did as the lady at the desk said. He laid down on the table, waiting for the masseuse to come in and tell him more. He kept on the bathrobe for a bit, feeling a draft coming from God knows where. He had laid there in silence, lost in thoughts, when he noticed a small creak coming from the door. He quickly snapped his head when he noticed who had walked in. It was a big man, covered from head to toe in black. A blouse that Johnny thought was a size too small, sleeves rolled up till his elbows, revealing a dangerously beautiful tattoo. A pair of black jeans and a black leather belt made sure to make Johnny blush. And if that wasn't enough already, he had a black mask, covering half his face until nothing but his eyes and head were covered. His hair was dirty blonde, his tips were lighter, but his eyebrows were a darker shade of almost brownish blonde. He was a big man. In both length as muscle mass. His strong thighs and forearms had Johnny's mind running laps to all kinds of places, places he did not want to think about now.

The man, now fully entered the room, looked at Johnny, and the first thing Soap noticed was the man's dog-tag dangling from his neck. Apparently he had been staring, the man smiled and told him he had served a few years in the SAS. "Ah, that explains it. I just finished my time there. Served a few years under captain Greycole, after I had been changed from captain due to a too big squad. Familiar with her?" Johnny tried asking about the stranger's past, but he said little. "No can't say I've ever heard of any Greycole. I followed my captain a few months later after the old man retired due to an injury, I couldn't get along with the others." His answer was strictly professional, probably already answered those questions a million times. Johnny nodded, and with that, the conversation got shut down.

Simon took a pair of black gloves from a box on a small desk in the corner of the room, followed by a box of gel, or oil, Johnny couldn't really see what it was from where he sat. "Alright, uhhh…" The man seemed to ask for something and Johnny simply stared at him till he figured out the man asked for his name. "John McTavish, or Soap if you'd prefer. Friends call me Johnny." He shook the British man his hands and smiled broadly, showing his teeth.

"Alright then, Johnny, I don't know if you've ever had a luxury massage but I'll explain everything nonetheless. Please strip off your bathrobe and lay on your belly." The man stared at him and turned around when he noticed Johnny was awkward, changing around strangers was not something he enjoyed, even though he had served years in the army. "Don't worry, I have a towel that'll cover your hips and buttocks for most of the massage." The British man hummed lightly and turned around once he heard the soft crunching of the massage table, signaling that Johnny had laid down and made himself comfortable. With a practiced turn, he laid the towel over his hips and covered Johnny's buttocks. "I'm pretty sure Farah explained to you already but this is a full body massage which means I'll massage every part of you, even your more private parts, if you so desire. Isn't necessary but is recommended for the true massage experience. And no, I won't touch your actual privates, only massage around it." Johnny listened with great care to everything the man said and nodded to all the things he had to nod to. "I don't mind." Johnny said with confidence, yet his anxiety skyrocketed by the thought of what the man might say, or do, at the sight of his genitalia.

The masseuse quickly undid the lid of the tube and covered his fingers in a brownish liquid. He let it sit on his fingers for a while before placing his hands on Johnny's shoulders, softly pressing to see how much tension he had built up, and oiling him up before pushing his fingertips between his shoulder blades. As he was starting to give Johnny the massage, multiple questions started popping up in Soap's head. Without thinking he threw one out: "Where'd you serve? Or well, under who?" The masseuse had a slight break but quickly resumed his work. "Worked under Captain Price." At that name Johnny gasped.

"Holy shite, you worked with Price?! THE John Price?! God, I'm jealous. I've only heard about him a few times from my lieutenants and all I heard were praises and legendary stories. Tell me, is he really as wonderful as the stories say? Not that it matters but damn I'm curious. But if you've served under him, what's your call name? Maybe I've heard about you. You see, my squad liked gossiping and they somehow always knew everything that was going on. Can't say I didn't share my own fair trade of tea but you get what I'm saying." Johnny would've rattled on if he hadn't heard the masseuse giggle. Instantly, his blabbering was forgotten, hooked on the man and his laughter.

"Yes and yes. The old man's as great as they say he is. Greatly annoying that is. Always worried 'bout me and the squad. He really was quite the worry maker, only ever stopped thinking when he knew we were all safe and sound or when his ... spouse forced him to stop working." Johnny noticed the change of tone in his voice when he mentioned the word spouse. Was he not sure whether Soap was okay with it? Or was it purely how he liked saying it? Maybe it was just because Price had never said who his spouse was? Reasons started filling Johnny's head, only ever stopping when suddenly the masseuse hit a large knot. Johnny yelped and arched his back. The masseuse laughed softly and apologized, softly pressing Johnny back into the bed.

"Name's L.T. Ghost. Was from 141." Ghost said softly, continuing pressing and rubbing over Johnny's back. Johnny couldn't help but think about the man's name as he felt his strong hands crawl over his back. "I've heard about you. The unkillable soldier?" Johnny muttered out loud.

"Yep."

It was silent yet again. Johnny didn't really know what else to talk about and Ghost was silent. Sometimes Ghost would ask a question and Johnny would answer but more than that wasn't really it. One question is particularly stuck with Johnny: "There are some pretty gruesome knots on the middle and upper parts of your back, especially around the ribcage and the soft tissue in the shoulder area. Have you ever had any kind of back trauma? Or did you do something wrong during missions?" Johnny had thought about it for a while and realized Ghost was pressing precisely into the edges where he used to wear a binder and it clicked into his mind it must've left a tiny bit of damage. He couldn't count how many times he had forgotten he was wearing a binder while exercising or doing missions. "Uhhh it's complicated." Johnny tried to talk around it but Ghost knew exactly how to force him to spill it out. "I don't care if you've blown your back out having sex during your time, if that is what you are worried about. I just want to know if there is a particular reason why this part of your back is so much worse than the rest. So I can give you the best treatment against it."

Johnny sighed and imagined it was better just to spill it out. "Was forced to wear heavy protective gear when I just started serving." It wasn't a lie, he was forced to wear heavy gear, but it probably wasn't because of that, that his back was blown to bits. "There isn't such heavy gear in the beginners classes, Johnny, but I'll take your word for it. It just means I have to take more time massaging your back."

Yet again it was silent, neither men really knew anything to talk about. Sometimes Ghost would grab some extra lotion and cough but that was all. One time Ghost made sure to let John lay in a good posture, slightly parting his legs and laying him on his belly. During this silence Johnny's mind had all the space to roam freely, and he was suddenly very aware of Ghost's touch. Johnny tried to shake the thoughts out of his mind but they kept returning, and Ghost pressing into the lower part of his back, precisely between his buttocks and back, didn't help one bit. He felt his cunt starting to heat up and his mind running laps around the strange Brit didn't help one bit. Johnny quickly bit his lip, trying to hold back a moan. He quickly swallowed back a yelp as Ghost pressed right above his tailbone. It worked slightly but he couldn't help letting a soft mewl escape his throat.

"Sorry if it hurts. Got some pretty good knots in there." Johnny was lucky, Ghost wrote it off as groans. Johnny's lower back felt sore, as if he had been working with heavy machines all day, but it was purely the muscles aching under the other man's touch. After a few more minutes that felt like hours to Soap, Ghost finally moved on and went down. Softly he scooted the towel down and put his hands on Johnny's buttocks, rubbing soft circles in them. "I'm going to massage your buttocks next, alright?" He told him his actions and John nodded, though he knew it wasn't really a question. The rubbing was Johnny's cue to start sweating, anxious how the man would react. At first he was so certain he could give the masseuse a good piece of his mind, but now he had actually seen the masseuse, he knew he couldn't have done it. And he was a whole rank higher than him which meant he had more fighting experience and knew more fighting skills, and to be fair, he *slightly* fancied the Brit.

It wasn't until Ghost's hands started trailing downwards that he started shivering. Ghost, immediately feeling something was wrong, stopped. He wanted to know why Johnny was shivering. It wasn't cold, was it? Seeing the thermostat confirmed his thoughts. His mind went blank and he had to take a deep breath to not lash out, his first reaction was that he had been shivering because he was a pervert and liked someone touching him like that.

"Sorry, it tickled." Johnny's voice was soft, his face red, and he was hiding away from Ghost. Simon knew very well that it was a lie, yet the man under him didn't seem to be acting like a pervert either. It was a weird scenario but for now Ghost trusted the man and continued his massage. He noticed whenever he went further away from his genitalia there was a sigh of relief, and for some reason it agitated Simon, who tried everything he could to figure out what was wrong with the man under him. He sighed and he lifted his hands for a few seconds, giving them a slight rest and stretching his shoulders before returning to his job. It wasn't until he went under the towel that his brain short circuited...

He was growing more frustrated as the minutes passed but he remained cool and listed in his head what he had to do before the hour and half was over. His legs were most likely as tough as rocks and the inner sides of either side of his thighs also needed to be done. And if he had time over, he could give another go at the back. He was so lost in thought, he didn’t realize where his hands were roaming until he snapped back into reality. At first he thought Johnny’s sweating and nervousness was nothing serious and just the Scot being nervous and continued his job, that was till he completely lifted the towel to look at the muscles reacting to his hands.

“Holy mother Mary…”

His voice was soft, and his hands had stopped rubbing circles into Johnny’s glutes. Johnny couldn’t figure out whether it was disgust or anything rude, but he took more notice of the ghost's touch. His anxiety spiked through the roof and he started sweating even more. Ghost had been silent before but now he turned even more silent, John didn’t think it was even possible to be this silent but here he was. After a minute that felt like hours, Ghost finally moved, his hands softly beginning to press into Johnny’s glutes, somehow softer than before, as if he was scared to touch Johnny.

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Simon’s brain stopped when he noticed what the Scot had been hiding. He couldn’t think for a solid minute as his brain had to process what he just saw. It wasn’t that he had never seen a vagina before but the view he just saw somehow still shocked him. He had been eyeing the oblivious Scottish man ever since he had entered the room but didn’t understand his own feelings towards the man until then. Before he could mentally process it, he had already spoken up, spilling out something completely idiotic.

Mentally he slapped himself. Who the fuck would say something like that. God.

He was probably going to think he was such an idiot. And not to mention how rude that sounds. Shit, he should probably start moving his hands or it’ll be even more awkward.

Luckily for both of ‘em it stayed with that.

Simon couldn't take his mind off of ‘the subject’, as he labeled it. He tried his best to get his mind somewhere else but couldn’t help taking a peek whenever he thought Johnny wasn’t looking. God he was such a pervert. He felt stupid, he just fell in love like a teenage schoolgirl that went head over heels for a mysterious stranger that was nice to them one time. He shouldn’t feel this for someone he had never met before. It was his client for fucks sake. He shouldn’t be thinking these kind of things about strangers that wouldn't even remember his face. And yet, something in him jumped from happiness. He somehow was so glad that his crush had a vagina and it only made Simon more confused. What was his body trying to tell him? And not to mention the weird fluffy scent filling his nostrils. He had never smelt this smell before. Fuck.

In a last attempt to get his mind out of the gutter, he moved back to Johnny’s midsection and went back to fixing the Scot’s back. It only took one noise for him to completely lose his marbles. And it wasn’t him who made the noise.

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Johnny couldn't stop blushing, the heat in his face heating up only more as the Brit started moving his hands again. The hands lingered for less than a minute at his glutes before they moved back to his back. He had to physically restrain himself not to whimper under the other’s touches as he pressed his body into the massage bed. The towel under his chest did something to him and he did not like it. Another yelp escaped his lips but he quickly coughed and pretended he hadn’t done anything, covering up his tracks so the other wouldn't think even less of him.

He felt so embarrassed. His cunt had started to heat up even more when the mysterious masseuse had seen it. Johnny was almost sure he was as wet as the Niagara falls already. God he hated his body sometimes.

He bit his lip so hard he started to feel blood forming in his mouth, the iron taste leaving him gagging. In that one moment of weakness he suddenly heard himself doing the one thing he shouldn't have done: He moaned. On the fucking massage bed. With the masseuse standing behind him. Who was very attractive.

He felt as if he could sink through the fucking ground.

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It was yet again silent between the two men. Neither really had the courage to say anything. Johnny decided he had enough and made the first move.

“I’m sorry, I’ll take my leave.” It was short but enough to let anyone know what his plan was. And he was going to leave right now. He stood up and was going to grab his bathrobe until he felt a hand wrapping around his upper arm, not allowing him to move further

“Y- you weren’t weird.” The answer he received was also short. It would have made John giggle if he wasn’t so anxious and embarrassed. It was silent once more. They were awful people. One didn’t know how to shut his mouth. The other didn’t know how to open it.

“Stay. Your time isn’t done yet!” The masseuse looked confused. It made Johnny wonder whether he was actually confused or if there was something actually wrong with him. Maybe he hit his head too hard walking into small doors? Yet, he listened. He obeyed.

As he sat back onto the table, he placed his hands in his lap and looked down. “I don’t want to waste your time. It must be weird hearing someone moan while you’re giving a massage. If I stay here, I’ll make the last half hour only worse.” He couldn’t face the Brit.

“I know something else we can do in the last half hour.” Ghost’s voice was soft, his eyes drilling into the back of Johnny’s head.

Soap started to blush as he snapped his head up. His heart felt like jumping out of his chest and a strange clutch took his breath. Did the man just reciprocate his feelings? He was starting to feel nervous again, now for something completely different then a few minutes before.

Ghost simply stood there, his hands along either side of his body, as Johnny was sure he was losing brain cells. He tapped on the massage table, inviting ghost to sit next to him. The British man obeyed and silently sat next to him. Before doing so, he tapped somewhere on the bed and suddenly there was another piece, making the table somewhat wider. There they sat for a minute or two before Johnny slowly approached Ghost, closing the distance between them.

He felt soft lips meeting his.
Sparks flying all around his head.
A breath of new life breathing into him.
Brown eyes full of fascination meeting blue eyes full of wonder…

Johnny didn’t remember how long they kissed. Neither of them was going to stop and neither wanted it to stop.

Somewhere in the middle of the make-out session the two men had switched positions. Now it was Johnny’s turn to stand and Ghost’s turn to lay on the bed. Johnny didn’t like it. Neither did Ghost. So they quickly swapped places.

Ghost quickly got out of his black blouse, it went slower than Johnny wanted and he had to restrain himself from ripping the blouse off of the Brit. When the thing was finally undone Johnny could have sworn he saw heaven in a human form. The man was the perfect balance between fat and muscle. His muscles were refined but not over the top and the little belly. God- his little belly fat was making Johnny wetter than the Niagara falls.

Off came the blouse, the pants quickly followed. Now the Brit is in nothing but his underwear and socks. He was fiddling with his hands but his face remained stoic.

Ghost looked at the man in front of him. Wet from anticipation and horniness. He strode over and forced the Scot to open his legs, revealing everything to him. And god- was it perfect. Ghost quickly fell to his knees, staring at the pulsing pussy in front of him. His hands fell to the Scot’s legs, forcing them to keep open which only made Johnny shudder more. He was about to start moving when he suddenly looked up to Johnny, who already looked like he was about to give in.

“C- Can I?” His voice was soft. Even though it wasn’t necessary, Johnny was thankful that he asked. It showed that there was still some manners inside him. He had too many exes that just dove in and didn't even think about his pleasure and safety. And he nodded, but apparently that wasn’t enough for the Brit, he wanted the verbal consent. “Please start moving. You’re making me insane with how slow you are.” Johnny threw his head back and groaned, Ghost softly chuckled at this and looked back down again.

That was the start signal. Ghost dove in as if he hadn’t eaten in days. He was rough and god- if that wasn’t enough to make Johnny curl his toes, he had a skilled tongue that reached just far enough to make him whimper but not enough to give him any satisfaction. He placed one arm right under his back and the other found it’s way to Ghost’s head, gripping him by his hair and fucking him right into him. His nose proved to be a true addition to his features, it hit right against his clit and made Johnny’s legs shake with every thrust. Ghost sniffed and licked to his heart's desire, his nose filling with an addicting, heavenly scent. When Ghost came up for air his face was filled with oozy liquids. He smirked and licked it up, making Johnny a blushing mess.

He dove right back and now quickly made work of pleasing Johnny, letting him fuck his face and rolling his hips under every thrust of his tongue. His legs were shaking and twitching and Ghost tightened his grip on the Scot his thighs, leaving red traces all over him, forcing him to keep open. It only made the man under him more wet. The moans were slowly growing louder and more sloppy as Ghost kept on licking and softly biting. Johnny was practically screaming Ghost’s call sign when Ghost took his tongue out and looked up. John couldn't help but groan and curse the older man out. Ghost chuckled deeply and Johnny threw his head back into the pillow under his head.

He notices the reactions of the man under him and decides to tease the Scot. He slowly reached over to Johnny’s clit and gave it a firm jerk, loving the way the other man twitched and moaned his name, or well, his call sign. Johnny gasped for breath and tried closing his legs at the sudden sensation but Ghost's grip was too strong. He dove in again, eating the man under him up like it was all he was going to get in the next few days. His tongue was reaching parts Johnny only wished he could touch. It was curling inside him and god- if Johnny wasn’t head over heels, he was now. All the different noises and sensations only made Johnny wetter and more excited and Ghost seemed to notice. Just as Johnny was about to cum, Ghost stopped. Johnny cursed him out in Scottish and groaned as he let his head fall back.

Suddenly ghost stood up and Johnny couldn't help but stare at the bulge in his underwear. His mouth watered and he moved closer, grabbing the Brit by his hips and pressing his clothed cock on his face. Ghost yelped but quickly caught on and placed his hand on Johnny's head. "Go on. I know you want it." Johnny didn't need to hear any more, he immediately went to his target. He grabbed the man's underwear and quickly pulled it down. Ghost's cock sprung up and Johnny's eyes widened. It wasn't that long but the girth made it all up for Johnny. The veins on it gave the Brit a reddish tint and Johnny felt his mouth water at the thought of how he would feel inside him. Ghost tapped his shoulder and Johnny looked up in confusion. Ghost tapped on something with his foot and suddenly the bed went lower, making it easier for Johnny to go down on Ghost.

He moved closer and nibbled on the tip to get used to the feeling before opening his mouth and gulping down on the Brit. His yaw stung, it was long ago since Johnny had done something like this, but his reward made it all up. Ghost was extremely sensitive and Johnny was going to (ab)use that fact to tease him and make him squirm under his touch, nothing was going to stop him from making the lieutenant cum under his control. He held onto Ghost’s hips and used them to stabilize himself, and slightly push Ghost forward, forcing the Brit to go deeper in his throat.

Ghost couldn’t help but grab his hair and bop his head up and down, gagging the Scot at the touch. At first he was a bit careful but after noticing just how capable the man was, it became something more, something aggressive. Simon was never one to enjoy sex but somehow this man blew his mind (lol blew his mind). His hand found it’s way to his hair and god- fucking hell- was it the most perfect thing to grab on to. With every suck and swirl of Johnny's tongue he only felt his dick grow harder and longer. The man under him was in perfect control and god- did Simon love it. Johnny was sucking and swirling his tongue and slightly closed his throat and Simon could only shudder and twitch.

As if Johnny could feel Simon was starting to grow bored, he grabbed onto the man’s balls, massaging them with one of his hands while the other still held onto the Brit’s hips. Ghost yelped when his cold hands touched his balls but quickly relaxed under John’s hands, trusting him to know what he was doing. His hips started rolling onto the Scot out of themselves, his body betraying him as pleasure started flooding his brain. The aphrodisiacs did their job as he started to get lost in the sensation.

It went too fast for Simon's idea. He had no idea how long Johnny had been blowing him but only knew how quickly he was to have a warm puddle flooding his abdomen. He felt his muscles tensing under the Scots and almost started fucking right into his mouth but remained as quiet as possible, knowing the walls weren't that thick and trying not to harm the man giving him so much pleasure. Yet, he couldn’t keep his mewls from coming out his throat as the Scot was only taking him further and licking all his sensitive spots, somehow knowing all his spots within a few minutes and using them to their full potential. His hips were now rolling out of themselves as his sensitive spots were constantly abused and fuck- it felt good. His mind was long gone.

His thighs were starting to sputter against every suck of Johnny and Ghost knew that he was close, too close. He brought his hand to his mouth and not so carefully bit himself. It quickly started to bruise but Simon couldn't care less. The pleasure was starting to hurt and he couldn't do anything about it. He felt himself grow slopier, his legs couldn't support him any longer and he was starting to shake up all over from fucking into the others mouth so long.

Just as he was to become overstimulated, it was all over. His hips didn't roll out of themselves anymore, his eyes didn't roll back with every lick and his penis didn't twitch every two seconds. He saw stars for a second or two and felt like he was in heaven. He couldn't bring himself to open his eyes, too focused on his own pleasure. His brain was gone, all there was left over was a blank space filled with nothing but the thought of John McTavish and the touch of his mouth.

When he finally did open his eyes he noticed how much he crampingly held onto Johnny, pressing the man onto his crotch. The man under him was starting to grow blue and yet, he looked as if he too was in heaven. His eyes were rolled back into the sockets of his head and his mouth was hanging half open. The picture was something that was going to stick with Simon for a long time. Out of the slips of Johnny's mouth there came small bits of cum. It streamed over his chin and down onto his chest.

Ghost softly pulled himself out of Johnny and felt bad as the man started choking and coughing. He softly sat the man up right on the bed and was going to grab one of the white towels when his arm was grabbed from behind. It was Johnny, he was giving him puppy eyes and was trying to hint at something. Ghost did not understand what he was trying to say and looked confused as Johnny altered his pose and made himself lay open once again. He still didn’t understand and John sighed as he closed his eyes for a moment. “Please, I need you more.”

Ghost’s brain short circuited once more, his eyes were wide and he was unable to think for a minute before his brain finally started working again and he stepped back to the bed, already forgetting his original plan. Johnny was sitting on the bed, his legs slightly apart, revealing just enough for Simon to lose his mind but not enough to reveal the greater good. His back was half curved, allowing him to lean on his elbows. Ghost couldn’t help but internally scold Johnny at the terrible pose but didn’t bother to, he didn’t want to get off as rude.

The Brit leaned over the Scot under him and started planting kisses along the side of his nape, chest and belly as he went down. Johnny shuddered at the soft touches and closed his eyes as Ghost’s hands trailed down his abdomen and rested on his hips, letting the taller man take control. Ghost noticed this and carefully grabbed the small box of oil and poured it over his gloved hands. He was certain Johnny was wet enough for him to prep him with his own slick but for his own nerves he still used the oil he had to make sure that he wouldn't hurt Johnny for no reason.

Johnny shuddered again as Ghost slowly slid one finger in. His nerves didn’t leave him, he was still nervous that he was going to hurt Johnny, and him being a virgin didn’t help either. Or rather, he was never the one to initiate the touches, so for Ghost it was still practically like he was a virgin. His mind was suddenly starting to clog with insecurities and Johnny seemed to notice just how tense Ghost was suddenly getting and he softly touched his bicep, the Brit’s hand had been halted a long time ago. “We don’t have to do this, you know.” His voice was soft and he spoke husk as Ghost stared at him with slightly upgoing eyebrows.

“N- no, I know.” Ghost replied with a shaking voice. He looked down at his hand and anxiety seemed to fill him up even more. “I just- I want to do this.” He said and looked back at Johnny as the Scot seemed to watch him figure it out.

Johnny smiled and softly let himself fall back onto the bed. “Take all the time you need, big boy.” Somehow this triggered something inside Ghost and he took a deep breath as a big blush filled his face. He curled his finger and Johnny yelped. Ghost started moving again and was quick to find a pace he liked. He quickly added a second finger and enjoyed how Johnny’s noise started to fill the room again.

Johnny slightly altered his pose so Ghost was getting in more deeply and suddenly Johnny’s noise went three octaves higher. Ghost was quick to figure out why and leaned over his body and kissed his chest as he began to abuse that spot. He left traces of hickeys and marks over John as he curled and arched his fingers over that specific spot. He couldn’t help but grow hard again as he heard the noises John made. Wet claps filled the room as he added yet another finger, earning a loud moan. Ghost quickly slapped a hand over his mouth and shushed him, signaling to him that the walls were thin here and that his friend could hear him next door.

Johnny started smirking and laughingly told him it wasn’t the first time Kyle would have heard him. Ghost started blushing and quickly focused on his fingers again as Johnny gasped for breath, his eyes closed in excitement and drowsiness. Ghost felt the man under him pulse as he curled his fingers and kissed his nape again, biting into the peachy skin until there were red marks all over the other man's neck. The heat of Johnny’s skin was growing more and more warm and Ghost felt as if he was in heaven. The air in the room was thick with both men’s sweat and pheromones. It made Simon’s head swirl and he was certain anyone could know what was going on in there by simply smelling the door. Yet, he was glad there was a door so no one could actually see what he was doing.

Johnny huffed and gasped for breath as Ghost finally added a fourth finger, making sure the man was stretched enough for him to slip in easily, his noises filling the big room. Ghost was starting to feel himself more with every minute passing, a painful stinging came from his abdomen and he couldn’t help but slightly roll his hips every time Johnny made a gasping noise.

“G- Ghost!” Soap started moaning loudly again, a sign to Ghost he was about to give in again. Soap was moaning at the gloved touches inside him, the taller man above him was hitting all his right places and it was driving him insane. Simon flushed yet again and softly leaned into him until he was laying in his neck, his mouth close by his ears. “Please, call me Simon.”

John whimpered at the breath on his ears and he shuddered at the thought that he was able to know Ghost’s real name. “Si- mon- Please. Fu- fuck me!” His breath was hitching in his throat as Ghost was kissing all over him again and was relieved when the Brit was finally slowing down a notch.

He felt the Brit’s fingers come out of him with a popping noise and shuddered at the sudden loss of something inside him. He felt his cunt pulse around nothing and had to close his eyes to focus on something else before being able to relax enough to look at Ghost- no Simon. The man looked yet again like a lost puppy and Johnny felt almost pity for the man. He softly laughed and shifted his weight so he could move around the bed. The Brit moved from one foot to the other until Johnny told him he could come closer, he was fiddling with his hands while he softly strode closer, walking on his toes.

The Scot had moved around and now he laid on all fours, his face was turned towards the wall but he looked over his shoulder to get a better view at the taller man. He tilted his hips, arching his back just perfectly so that Simon could look directly onto him. The pose was far from good for your back but Simon couldn't be bothered to think about that now. There was only one pose in his mind and god help him- he was going to show just how much animal DNA humans still had in them.

Johnny’s back arched only more as Simon laid his hands on his waist, slightly pulling him back so he could align himself with his wet cunt. His nipples were hard and he could feel himself leaking and pulsing as the other simply stared at it, absolutely awe-struck, eyes wide from fascination. “Please, Simon, fill me up!” Johnny was desperate, he needed to feel something in him right now or he was going to go insane. The pulsating feeling of his pussy was driving him mad and the way Simon looked at him like he was just a simple toy was making it only worse.

Simon snapped out of his trance, blinking as he leaned into Johnny’s hips, his dick in his hands. He softly placed it against Johnny’s entrance before looking at him for his consent. “God- I swear to the holy mother Mary, if you don’t get inside me right now!” Johnny groaned loudly and threw his head down as the Brit kept quiet. Suddenly he gasped for air and groaned in pain as he finally pushed in. He closed his eyes and bit on his teeth. Even though Simon had prepared him well, it was still a painful stretch.

Ghost was careful, his movements slow, and even though it was best to go slow, Johnny needed more. His abdomen felt full and he swore he could almost feel the lieutenant in his stomach. Ghost carefully set his foot next to Soap’s shoulder and leaned towards his shoulders as he slowly started moving. Ghost softly rocked against Johnny’s hips as he started to test the waters. When he noticed Johnny didn’t cry out in pain or showed any other signs of pain, he quickly added more speed to his movements. He chased the high he felt just a few minutes ago. At first it was a bit sloppy and almost clumsy and Johnny was silent. Simon’s head was starting to fill with thoughts again, his anxiety didn’t refuse to let him go. Due to this, his movements started to grow weary yet again. Johnny seemed to notice and looked over his shoulder, panting and red.

“N- Never done this before?” His panting was very obvious and Simon immediately snapped out of his daydreams, focusing on the Scot. At first Johnny smirked but when Simon looked away his eyes grew big and he turned red. “Hey, big man, that’s okay.” Johnny tried to let him know he didn’t mind. “F- Fuck. Just a bit to the right, Si!” Johnny moaned and gasped as his cunt was being ravaged by none other than the unkillable soldier. He curled his fingers into the sheets and almost bit into the mattress as Simon started hitting his g-spot again. The sensitive spot was being abused as the pounding kept growing harder and harder. Johnny couldn't keep up with the Brit and felt his breath growing weaker and weaker.

Suddenly Simon went slow again, his hips slightly shaking as he pulled out. Johnny looked at him in confusion, he didn't feel anything wrong and didn't understand why the British lieutenant pulled out. He was just about to look over his shoulder when the other man suddenly slammed into him. It caused him to lose balance and fall on the table, his nipples were hard as rocks and god it felt good. Ghost slammed into him as if he was trying to break him apart and fucking god- was it working. Johnny didn’t know the last time he ever felt so bottomed out. Even with his toys he couldn't reach so far.

Ghost's hands on his hips kept him in position as the Brit slammed into him, his strong hands definitely leaving marks as Johnny felt his knees giving in. The sensation was growing inside him and a warm puddle was starting to gather around his abdomen. Ghost growled as he too started approaching his climax. He leaned over his shoulder and growled in his ear. Johnny couldn't help but whimper as his strong arms wrapped around him and held him in place as if he was merely a flashlight. It made him feel so objectified which only made him more horny, his brain filled with only more mental images he wasn't going to tell anyone.

Johnny felt his climax growing closer and closer as Simon kept growling in his ear. Suddenly he felt Simon crawling over him, placing his feet behind him and placing his hands just in front of his shoulders. He laid on top of Johnny and his warmth made Johnny shudder, not used to such heat. Suddenly Johnny yelped loudly, Simon just went in deeper than before, he was hitting his cervix and it felt weird, yet vaguely more delicious than anything before.

Simon growled as he slapped a hand over Johnny's mouth and fucked into him hard, like a dog in heat. He growled; "Be quiet!" Johnny whimpered and shuddered as he felt his hips rolling against Simon's strong hands, his cock abusing all his sensitive spots. Simon's only response was slamming into him even harder. The Brit grabbed onto John's hips and lifted him up with ease, making his pussy open up wider and letting him use him however he wanted. The room filled with slaps and growls as the minutes passed. The table rocked hence and forth and creaked under the weight of both men. If people hadn't noticed the warmth of the room, they would have realized what was going on by the sounds coming out the room.

Johnny was starting to grow dizzy from the heat and sensations but yet he was more alive then he ever was. His eyes rolled back into his head and he felt his cunt starting to grow raw from being so used. He was long gone and he felt as if he hadn't breathed in forever. His breath had hitched in his throat and he couldn't form any kind of sentence anymore. His brains were filled with nothing but the smell of sex and Simon's strong arms holding him up. If it wasn't for Simon, he would have collapsed right then and there.

He somehow still hadn't had enough, he moved one of his arms to his clit and started jerking himself off. His legs twitched and he felt his abdomen shudder under the sensation of being fucked so deliciously. His arm was tired and he felt his muscles sting but he was determined to get off and somehow that thought finally pushed him over the edge. He felt a warm liquid spurt out of himself and his eyes closed as Ghost kept fucking into him, yet also rougher and less perfect, he too was tired and now simply chased his climax. His walls clenched onto the Brit’s thick cock and he felt his legs give in, not able to carry his weight any longer.

Simon stopped fucking into him any longer, simply slamming once every few moments. He growled and twitched as his climax finally arrived, his hips sputtering as he fucked out both their climaxes. Johnny had felt a stinging pain in his shoulder as Simon came and couldn't be bothered to check it out until he finally went out of his after-high. He looked lazily over his shoulder and suddenly noticed a pair of teeth mark themselves in his shoulder and he went into a panicky state. Did Simon just bite him? Why did he bite him? How did he not feel more stinging?

Simon noticed his panic and tried to tell him he didn't mean it but his mouth didn't work, he kept silent. He was mentally and physically exhausted and couldn't even be bothered to actually look at Johnny as he kept getting more and more panicked. Suddenly the Scot seemed to calm down, somehow seeing something that made him relax. Simon took a deep breath and tried standing up. His legs definitely weren't happy with him but he had no choice, Johnny's time was up and he still had to clean himself, and dress up again. He helped Johnny sit back on the bed and quickly lifted the bed to a more comfortable position.

The man who had been on the receiving side couldn't even seem to form a sentence and Simon felt bad. He didn't mean to go so rough on him and due to his touches he got so tired he couldn't even open his eyes. And not to mention the fact he came inside him. What would happen if he got pregnant? Simon definitely wasn't ready to become a father!

He quickly grabbed the water bottle he had brought with him before coming to the appointment and grabbed a towel before walking back to the massage table where Johnny still laid, completely silent and not moving an inch. His eyes were closed and he looked as if he was asleep, or dead. He figured he could bring a wet patch and quickly fetched a wet rag.

Simon strode back to the Scotsman and helped him sit up as he offered the water bottle. He helped him drink at least a few gulps before he set the bottle apart to clean the Scot with the soft, warm towel he brought back. He was glad he still had his gloves on and tried examining the damage he had done down there but luckily there wasn't that much, other than that it was raw and still softly pulsing. He softly dapped the towel over Johnny's sweaty body and tried cleaning him up down there as well as he could with the wet rag.

Johnny twitched with every touch and Simon only grew more tired. His anxiety spiked through the roof and him going non-verbal didn't help one bit. Yet, Johnny said nothing. He simply accepted the clean up and was almost smiling when Simon looked up. The Scot had opened his eyes and was trying to move his legs a bit but failed miserably. He sighed before throwing his head back into the pillow behind him and closed his eyes again.

"Is it very obvious?" He asked Simon and looked at him. A sly smile formed around his lips and he somehow seemed to understand he wasn't going to get anything out of Simon anytime soon. "Stupid question. Obviously it is noticeable. God. I just had the best sex I ever had and here I am asking if it is noticeable." He snorted at his own comments and Simon couldn't help but slightly smile too. He ignored the little part about John saying he was the best sex he ever had.

Ghost looked at the clock and quickly finished cleaning Johnny before throwing all the dirty stuff into the trashcan next to him and walking back to the little desk in the corner.

"Please don't tell my boss. Normally I don't do this to my clients." Ghost said awkwardly as he walked away from the bed,eating Johnny to figure out it was time to dress up and get out of the room. Ghost seemed to fiddle with his hands and couldn't calm down. He was clearly shy and oblivious to the way Johnny was sending glares at him.

Johnny shook his head when the man had turned around and quickly scrambled to place his phone number and snap chat on the small notepad next to the massage bed.

When Simon looked over his shoulder for confirmation Johnny simply nodded, he didn't trust his voice yet by the way the man had just man-handled him.

Ghost had turned around again and started talking about the possible effect Johnny might get in the next couple of days from the massage. He was trying to stay as professional as possible for someone that had just massaged the inside of someone. Johnny stood up from the massage bed and almost fell through his knees when he stood freely. God he was going to be sore the next few days. He quickly slipped the note onto the table next to the big Brit and silently left the room, certain that Ghost would know that he had left.

As he entered the changing room he noticed Kyle's clothes were gone already and that his clothes were ruffled with slightly. At first he was a bit startled but then he realized Gaz's clothes were underneath his and relaxed. He grabbed his phone to see if he missed anything and was glad that he only had two messages. One of his ma asking if he was going to come over during the vacation and the other was Gaz telling him that he was waiting for him at the reception. He sighed and sat down on the bench, his legs were shaking as he finally allowed himself to relax. His limbs ached painfully and Johnny was glad he had taken some pain medicine with him to the salon. He took the water bottle he had stolen from Simon and quickly took a big gulp while swallowing the capsule.

When he was finally changed he felt the medicine starting to do their job and took a big sigh. Before he stepped out of the room he focused on walking normally. That way, Kyle didn't immediately figure out what he had been doing. And if he did Johnny could always blame it on the massage.

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Luckily for him Kyle didn't notice. He was too busy chatting with the receptionist and some guy that had joined them. He had a short mustache and dark blond light curly hair. The first thing John noticed was his prosthesis. It wasn't hard to see, half his leg was metal. He probably went here for a massage to relieve his leg cramps or something. Johnny noticed how close the receptionist and the mustached guy looked. Maybe they know each other outside of the salon?

That was when Gaz noticed him and turned around smiling. Now Johnny could take a better look at the man wearing a prosthesis. He had a bigger mustache than Johnny originally thought and his hair was spiked up. Both his arms were tattooed but Johnny didn't really bother to look at what was on them. He still had to focus on walking so he wouldn't fall through his knees.

Somehow all the people noticed and Farah laughed. "Did Simon go too rough on you?" Her laugh filled the room and Johnny grabbed the desk where she sat, to not fall down. "Rough? God, you don't know how rough." Soap puffed and stretched his arms above his head, hearing his back and shoulders pop said enough about his state. "Sorry 'bout that. He's autistic, so he sometimes struggles picking the right strength." Farah seemed to apologize for Simon's behavior and suddenly something clicked in Soap's head. "So that's why he was so…" Johnny muttered inside himself and the man next to him stood up taller.

"Oi if you have something to say, say it to me!" His accent betrayed him as an American and Johnny looked at him in confusion before realizing what the man was pointing at. "Oh god- no- that was not what I meant by that! I just- I can't even explain it. I just wanted to say that he is a very strong man- masseuse. Yes. That is what I meant. He is a strong masseuse. A strong and very cool masseuse." He shut up and looked away with a blush as the three others looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Whatever you say." Kyle shrugged and went back to his conversation he had with Farah.

"Sorry about my reaction earlier. I can't stand it when people go and lash out at people who can't even help it." The American stuck out his hand and Johnny quickly accepted it. "The name's Alex. Alex Keller. I'm one of the people working here. Or well, I'm going to be, one day. The lady here picked iy up while I was on vacation but I can't sit still, she was going to teach me about massaging and such things. Normally I am the one that is sitting in that chair." He smiled broadly and Soap was glad at least someone still had energy. The man reminded him of a labrador in a weird way.

"John McTavish. Friends call me Johnny." Johnny returned the handshake and smiled as well. "I get you. It's annoying when people lash out over the smallest things, sometimes things they don't even know anything about." It was quiet again and both of them listened to whatever the two others were talking about but Johnny couldn't follow and quickly got bored.

After a while of Johnny playing on his phone, Gaz seemed to notice his weak attempt of getting him to stop talking. He quickly said goodbye and waved at both masseuses and pulled Johnny with him to the car.

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"Was your massage good? I mean, outside the fact that this 'Simon' was too rough." Kyle didn't give him any time to answer before he returned his own question with something else. "I had some old man that gave the massage but holy shit- bless his hands. I can't even feel my back but I just know that he did wonders." Kyle let his head fall back onto the driver's seat and closed his eyes for a second before looking at Johnny, who looked and sat like he saw a ghost. "You don't know how fucking relaxed I am now. Holy Shite." Soap cursed and softly let himself relax into the old Renault car.

Kyle teased him and said he looked as if he saw a ghost, to which Johnny replied that his masseuse was in fact the Ghost. The one he had badly printed out posters of above his bunk bed. Gaz looked at him with wide eyes and stared as he tried forming words. Nothing came out of his mouth and Johnny started laughing. "And you didn't tell me?! Bitch, you know how much I looked up to him!" Gaz groaned in frustration and dropped his head onto the steering wheel as John simply laughed.

Gaz slapped Johnny on his thighs out of frustration and the Scot shrinks into himself. Gaz looked up but Johnny put his thumbs up and pretended like he was good. Gaz looked as if he didn't believe him until suddenly a ring tone was heard from one of the bags. It was Johnny's. Obviously. Who else would put 'tough to be a god' as their ringtone? It wasn't even his worst one yet. *(My HC is that he has put squidward nose as a joke on his ring tone once.)*

It was quiet in the little car for a second before both boys scrambled to grab the phone from the backseat. It was a fight for the phone but after a few right kicks in the shin, Johnny won. It was from an anonymous caller but there was only one that would have Johnny's private phone number and Soaps eyes started to sparkle. He quickly pressed the green button and listened as a deep British voice started talking.

"Hey uh Johnny? Can you hear me?" It was Simon.

"Yes, what's up?" Johnny had to contain his flirting while he was still in the car with Kyle, who already looked at him weird for pressing the green button to an anonymous caller.

"Look uh you have to come again. I wasn't finished. We still have to do your legs. And I want to have another go at your back, I don't trust it yet." His voice was cold but Johnny could hear a soft nervousness over the phone. "And really, I enjoyed today." It was silent over the phone and Johnny didn't really know what to do now. There was a soft whispering over the phone and Kyle had to contain a gniffle as he heard two men argue a bit over the phone. "Your friend can come too." Simon said before quickly but awkwardly saying goodbye and hanging up.

Gaz started smirking and Johnny started turning red, already knowing why Kyle was smirking . "Don't you dare!" He closed his eyes and pressed his hand to his forehead as he groaned.

"Guess we're going to hang around for a bit, aye?" Gaz wasn't going to let that slide and teased John. Who sat next to him looking red as a tomato. Kyle started the car and started laughing as Johnny was starting to cuss him out in Scottish. God he was going to enjoy teasing the Scot.