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Simon doesn’t ask for a lot. When they first got together, it was something that made Gaz stay up at night, brushing his fingers through Simon’s hair gently, silently wishing he’d one day trust his lovers enough to just ask .
He doesn't let people mistreat him, he doesn’t let people take advantage of him. That’s not the issue. One time, many months -a little over a year- ago, Johnny got an ounce too comfortable and Simon corrected him in an instant. It wasn’t anything major; Johnny made a comment Simon didn’t like, Simon said his name in a warning tone, Johnny apologised and they both moved on.
He was patient with the rookies - he left snacks and sweets in their kits on hard days, and could spot heat stroke a football field away. Soft words and easy touches, he earned their complete trust and devotion. He could lead them into hell and they knew he would have taught them everything they would need to survive it and come out on the other side okay, even when he wasn’t with them himself (maybe not happy, and definitely not comfortable, but he instilled in them a healthy confidence in their own abilities and each other.) Simon Riley, the scariest, most well feared and respected man in the SAS, was the sole reason more men made it back to base alive. He chose to train the greens, even though it was technical below his station to do so. He was a good teacher and a better man.
Simon Riley ran the 141 and its base in every sense outside title. He took care of his men.
He took even better care of his lovers.
It drove Gaz insane .
He doted on them at every moment, noticed everything, knew what they needed and when they needed it. He squeezed the back of Johnny’s neck when his anger started getting to him, he took over the base operations when Price stopped sleeping, he brought Gaz his favourite foods when his body forgot to tell him he was hungry.
But he never fucking asked for anything in return.
He never asked to stay with any of them at night, but never turned any of them down when they asked. He never asked for their attention, and never asked them for space either - they gave him plenty of both, by that point he’d been open enough about his likes and dislikes.
Until today, apparently.
Simon had been with the rookies, again, today, but he’d cut it short and left them in the care of some other lieutenant on base and was now sitting on Gaz’s bed while Gaz filled out some paperwork he’d been putting off the better part of the day. The book Simon had been reading was now sitting open in his lap, held open by his thumb, as he watched Gaz watch him.
Simon, of all of them, has the highest sex drive and the least interest in cumming himself. He’s made them all go off multiple times in one night, left them all gasping and satisfied and tired. He smiled and kissed their foreheads, their cheeks, the tips of their noses and whispered “ I’m okay” when they offered, asked, begged , to return the favour. Hell, Gaz had never even seen Simon naked in a sexual context - just showers and that one time they’d fallen through the ice on a mission (which was forgotten about for the sake of their survival) and Ghost stripped them both (Price and Soap were on base, they had no overwatch) down to nothing once at the safehouse and shoved them both into the one thermal sleeping bag they had until exfil came to get them.
His tendency to service them wasn’t unfamiliar in the slightest, but none of them had been allowed to touch him at all . If he wanted to cum, he’d shove his own hand into his boxers and get himself there on his own. Gaz had seen it happen two, maybe three times, since they got together nearly two years ago.
“Can I cockwarm you?” Gaz could do nothing but stare. Simon tilted his head a little bit, like he did when he was either afraid he’d crossed a line, or when the others were confused.
“Kyle?”
“Huh?” He said, smartly.
“Can I cockwarm you?” Gaz shook his head like it’d help him think, and damn him , Simon mistook it. “Okay.” And he went back to reading, even though Gaz saw how he pushed his thighs together. The man who misunderstood nothing, misunderstood.
“What? No-” Gaz cut himself off when Simon looked up again, perplexed.
“No?”
“Jesus, let me think, damnit.” So Simon watched him, smiling faintly. He looked so damn fond , sitting on his bed in Price’s joggers and Johnny’s too-small hoodie, his eyes soft while he watched Gaz get his thoughts in order.
“Can I ask why?” he said after several more, long moments. Simon inhaled deeply,
“I just want to be close.” he shrugged, “Used to do it all the time.” Gaz considered him.
“Why’d you stop?” Simon hummed, confused. “You used to do it all the time?” he nodded, “Why’d you stop?”
“Oh, I dunno. Didn’t feel like I needed it.”
“But you need it now?” Simon rolled his eyes.
“Don’t need it. I want it.” A million more questions flew through Gaz’s head, but he shoved them all away because they could all wait.
“Where do you want me, then?”
“There is fine,” Simon said as he closed his book and got up, “You can keep working.” So, Gaz watched him cross the room until he stood in front of him, looking down at him in his office chair. “You are going to keep working, right?” Gaz smiled and pulled him closer by his thighs, then wrapped his arms around his waist and hid his face in Simon’s stomach.
“That was the plan. Might not happen though.” Simon’s hands squeezed Gaz’s shoulders as he huffed a quiet laugh.
“Not like it’s your first time, love.” Gaz pulled back, incredulous, and looked up at Simon.
“Yes it is.”
“You’ve fucked Price, I know you’ve dated women before - you’ve had pussy.”
“Not yours.” Simon rolled his eyes and kissed him.
“Just get your dick out,” Simon whispered against his lips. Gaz listened and shoved his joggers down to his knees, still sitting, without taking his eyes off Simon as he did the same. Simon’s pants and underwear hit the floor and he stepped out of them. Gaz caught a glimpse of the sullied pad stuck to his boxers.
“You’re on your period?” He asked before he could think about it. Simon stopped.
“That an issue?” Gaz smiled and pulled Simon closer by his - Johnny’s - hoodie.
“Not at all. Jus’ didn’t know you still got them.” Simon hummed, then reached down to wrap his hand around Gaz’s dick and pull a few times. He didn’t stop Gaz from pulling him down by the back of his neck to kiss him, gasping into his mouth, so Gaz luxuriated in the feeling of Simon’s lips on his.
“It’s why I stopped,” Simon mumbled as he crawled into Gaz’s lap, “Didn’t get them for a few years.” Gaz meant to respond, he really did, but Simon was sinking down on his half-hard cock and all the words left him.
Fuck he was warm. And wet. Goddamn . Price was trans too, but he never liked having sex while on his period - as infrequent as it was - and the handful of girlfriends Gaz had in the past never really cared for it either.
“Holy shit,” he gasped into Simon’s shoulder, his fingers digging into Simon’s waist.
“Shh, love,” Simon murmured, “Easy.” Simon ran his fingers over his scalp and down the back of Gaz’s neck, whispering praise and assurances, until Gaz cocked his hips up into him and jolted them both. Simon yanked, not unkindly, on his hair to force his head back.
“No.”
“‘M sorry-”
“Don’t be.” Simon kissed him again, wiggling his hips a little and then settled, “Do your work, love.” Gaz bit back a groan.
This is about him .
Gaz spun the chair back to face his desk, hooked his chin on Simon’s shoulder, and went back to work.
He was clumsy and half there as he filled out the paperwork, failing to suppress the little gasps and shaky exhales when Simon clenched around him.
Simon, though, seemed perfectly at ease in his lap. He’d wrapped his arms around Gaz’s shoulders and rested his forehead against the side of Gaz’s neck. His breathing was slow and even, his muscles were relaxed, and for a while Gaz was sure he’d fallen asleep.
After he finished his reports, he carefully reached for his phone and sat back, holding it around Simon’s back.
Has Simon ever cockwarmed for you?
Immediately, the little dots signalling that Soap was typing popped up.
No
Price said he used to before Roba.
Gaz’s thumbs danced over his screen as he thought, and decided they probably arranged it so a toy was between Price’s legs while Simon sat on his lap. Then he typed:
He asked if he could for me
He’s been here for about an hour now
I think he’s asleep.
Soap responded:
Damn
Lucky bastard
Was he doing okay before? Did he seem upset?
Gaz read the text a few times, then put his phone down and rubbed up and down Simon’s back under his hoodie. He picked his phone up again.
No, he seemed fine
He was reading
He did leave the rookies to someone else before he came to me though
Soap took a minute to respond:
I texted Price
Said Simon gets kinda needy
Or as needy as he capable of getting
He might as if he can suck you off
Gaz stared at his phone.
That’s hot. He typed back.
Lol yeah
Lucky bastard.
Take care of him, okay?
Gaz put his phone down for good, and wrapped his arms back around Simon.
“Stop movin’,” Simon mumbled.
“Sorry, was texting Soap,” he said, “I thought you were asleep.” Simon wiggled a bit, shifting his hips and reminding Gaz of how hard he was, buried in Simon.
“I was, until you kept moving.” Gaz cupped the back of Simon’s neck and inhaled deeply, breathing in Simon’s day-old cologne and base provided deodorant.
“Sorry, love. You can go back to sleep.” Simon groaned, and shifted again. Gaz’s hands shot to his hips and he dug his fingers in. “You gotta stop moving, Simon.” Simon, the dick, clenched down around him an sat back,
“I’ll suck your dick later, let me get comfy.” Gaz laughed a bit and let Simon grab his face to kiss him gently.
“We can move to the bed, if you’d like.” Simon hummed and kissed him again and again until Gaz was laughing too much to kiss him back. Simon leaned back and studied his face, making Gaz blush more. Then he sighed and moved to get up.
“Bed,” he said. Gaz helped him up, and caught him when his knees buckled and he nearly hit the ground. Gaz climbed onto his bed and moved to lean back against the wall above his pillows, but was stopped by Simon grabbing the back of his shirt and tugging him back.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, only for Simon to manhandle him into a sitting position on the edge of the bed and then get on his knees. “Love, you don’t have to-”
“Want to.” Simon said, his eyes glued to Gaz’s dick. Gaz followed his eyes and looked between his own thighs to see his dick, hard and flushed, streaked in Simon’s blood.
“Jesus-” Gaz gasped. He wasn't big on blood in sex, not like Johnny was, but period blood was apparently a vastly different thing. Lord, let them do this again, please God . Gaz nearly shouted when Simon took him all the way down in one go, sucking hard right off the bat, and working him to the edge so very embarrassingly quickly. He bobbed his head and dug his nails into Gaz’s thighs, moaning around him like he was the one getting off. Gaz tangled his fingers into Simon’s hair gently - never pulling or pushing, always gently - and tilted his head back.
“Simon- fuck , I’m gonna cum,” Gaz moaned, “Please, Simon, god don’t stop- please.” Simon took him to the hilt and swallowed as quickly as his throat would allow him to. Gaz’s vision whited out as he came, distantly aware that Simon’s forearm was pressed over his hips to keep him from bucking into his mouth.
“Better?” Simon asked. Gaz looked down and smiled. Simon had his cheek resting on his thigh, gazing up at him lovingly.
“Yes,” Gaz breathed, carding his fingers through Simon’s hair appreciatively, “Thank you, my love.” Simon smiled and kissed his hip, then got up.
“Sleep?” Gaz flopped back on the bed and held his arms out to Simon, who fell into bed with him and wrapped himself around Gaz.
Half asleep, holding Simon, Gaz was distantly aware of Simon slipping himself back down on his dick, and going back to sleep on top of him.
Price knocked on Gaz’s door softly before opening it slowly. He knew from Johnny that Gaz and Simon were probably up to something , but he did need those reports today. He looked around the room, and let his eyes settle on the two of them, cuddled up and asleep on the bed, both of them half naked.
He quietly walked to the edge of the bed to run and hand over both of them - up Simon’s back to his neck and to brush his fingers over Gaz’s face gently.
“Cap’n,” Simon mumbled.
“Hi, love,” Price whispered, “Comfy?” Simon hummed in response and reached for him. “I can’t stay, I’m sorry. Still have things to do today.” Simon whined in the back of his throat and grabbed his shirt anyway.
“I love you.” Price smiled and kissed Simon’s hair.
“I love you too, Simon. Get some rest.” Simon reluctantly let go of Price's shirt. Price grabbed the reports he needed off Gaz’s desk - and could tell they’d be shit after glancing over the first page of the top paper - before going back to his boys, snapping a picture of them together on Gaz’s phone to send to Johnny, kissing them both, and quietly leaving.