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soaps-hoe-141 · 9 days
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Love the details in your writing, Experience? Major?
Experience I'm assuming you mean as in how long have I been writing? I've always loved it. I've been writing my own stuff for years just off and on whenever I get bored. My only attempts at fanfic are DITD and Back Together though.
I'm majoring in biology. Most of my classes are concentrated in wildlife ecology though
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soaps-hoe-141 · 2 months
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We'll see. Love me some tooth rottingly sweet dates for these two
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Can’t stop won’t stop drawing self indulgent shit of these two. They deserve a nice picnic date ok @soaps-hoe-141 👀
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soaps-hoe-141 · 2 months
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They belong together forreal. Cute af
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@soaps-hoe-141 requested some more Price and Speck, lyrics are from The Dance- Garth Brooks
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soaps-hoe-141 · 2 months
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Speck got caught lookin by God
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Speck and Price, from @soaps-hoe-141 cod fic Drowning in the Depths. I love them so much 😍
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soaps-hoe-141 · 2 months
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I would die for this version of Wade honestly
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@soaps-hoe-141 cod oc Wade for @czigonas who requested him finally getting the relaxation he deserves 🥰🫡 Justice for Wade!
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soaps-hoe-141 · 3 months
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Do you think it's possible that Nikolai would make an appearance in Drowning In The Depths?
Funny enough, I've contemplated putting him into DITD on more than a few occasions, but I wasn't sure how to. However, if yall want me to write some Nikolai, I think I finally figured out how to write him into it.
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soaps-hoe-141 · 5 months
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Reblog if you write fic and people can inbox you random-ass questions about your stories, itemized number lists be damned.
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soaps-hoe-141 · 5 months
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Update
Alright I'll be streaming on Sunday night starting at whatever the fuck o'clock. I'm not sure when I'll be home for sure, but I'll probably be starting sometime around 6:30-7:00 EST. Anyone who would like to watch the Modern Warfare 3 campaign I encourage you to drop by. My links are all in my masterlist, so have at it 😊
I also have avoided spoilers up until this point, so pls don't put any on this post. I've literally only seen the opening mission, and that's about it cause I wanted to make sure my game was working ok before I tried to stream it.
On a side note, I am still working on the newest chapters. Back Together is coming along very nicely, though it is a bit slow right now cause I'm busy as hell. Hopefully, I have time to stop and write soon. I'm still working on it though I promise 😁 Hope yall are having a good day, and I hope to see some of yall come Sunday night. Anyone who can't make the stream, don't worry, it'll still be available to watch cause Twitch saves them for a short time 😁
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soaps-hoe-141 · 5 months
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Alright I know I haven't been active lately, sorry bout that, but I did put links for my Twitch and AO3 in the Masterlist for those who were wanting to watch gameplay for MW3. I will post again to let yall know when I'm gonna be playing it. October is kind of busy for me but I'll do my best to play some on the release day.
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soaps-hoe-141 · 6 months
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Drowning In The Depths
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Part 1
Pairing: Price x Male!Reader
WC: 19.6k
Synopsis: Slow night at the bar turns into a little more than the reader bargains for
Warnings: Smut, like a lot of it, NSFW, Minors DNI
You’d been watching the man for months now, captivated by the ocean blue eyes and the dark brunette hair. He showed up like clockwork every week, drank three bourbons, smoked a cigar, and then he’d leave just before the clock struck twelve. Sometimes there were other men who would be with him, other times he was completely alone and just sitting at the bar watching the soccer game, or football as they called it here in the United Kingdom, on the bar’s TV. 
But without fail he was always there at the same time and always on the same days, like it was a ritual, it had definitely become one of yours since you had moved over here. It was not often that you spoke to anyone at the bar yourself, you were more of a people watcher, just there to enjoy the feel of the crowd and the false sense of community you got out of it. You didn’t have anyone in the city to speak to really, not many people at work wanted to use their off the clock time to hangout with you. Those that might have wanted to couldn’t be seen with you, especially outside the building where you worked. And your family was overseas, you’d left them to follow what you’d thought was your dream. Turns out dreams weren’t always what they were cracked up to be.
So here you were like you were every Friday, sitting in your corner alone like you always were and watching two men at the pool table. One was a Scotsman and the other was a tall, broad masked man with a thick accent that you honestly couldn’t identify the region of even if you had tried. The darker skinned man was standing beside the big one, smiling as he watched the Scot about to lose yet another game to their friend who was basically stealing his money at this point. It brought a small smile to your own face, watching the interaction between the three and how comfortable and happy they were with one another, a sense of familiarity flowing through you as you watched them all. It had to be around time for him to get here, as you looked down at your phone to check the time in the man walked, a tall brunette Brit with the bluest eyes you’d ever seen.
His facial hair was perfectly trimmed like always, almost meticulously so. His black beanie was affixed snugly to his head, and his thick black coat was around his shoulders, blue jeans that clung to his ass in the best way. He was a sight that could make a drowning man thirsty, and every time you watched him you felt like you’d been walking in the desert for months without even a drop of water. Your mouth went dry as you watched him, too cautious to make yourself known to him but much too interested in him to not show up.
So here you still sat after three solid months of watching from afar, and every other Friday night you were getting your fix of the hottest man you’d ever had the pleasure of seeing. It was an addiction that had you itching to get to the bar, hell sometimes you nearly convinced yourself to mark the days on the calendar just in case you ever forgot. In reality though you couldn’t forget, your mind ran like a finely attuned clock and it was ticking down the seconds every day to when you’d be headed back to the bar to watch him walk by.
Today was just like all the others, sitting quietly and nursing a whiskey. You’d always preferred straight liquor, especially considering where you grew up. Men where you were from didn’t drink fancy slushies with little umbrellas, they suffered through the taste of burning bottom shelf alcohol like real men. It was honestly a bit depressing, you’d realized that a while ago, though you still did nothing to try and change it. What was the point when they’d have you packing up and then ship you on to the next city the second you got comfortable anyway? Part of you knew that you really should have taken that job with your sister, it would have been better than this constant shell game from one city to the next ever could have been. Your job before this one had been your real dream, everything you had lived and breathed for but this was merely what had been leftover for you after a series of unfortunate events had backed you into a corner.
At least the bar was packed tonight though, with so many people to watch it wasn’t likely your mind would get bored. Your finger tapped against the glass before you lifted it to your lips, taking a slow sip as you watched the Brit at the bar talking to the other three men he was always with. You saw his head begin to turn and so your gaze flicked away and to one tipsy face to another. One drunk man at the far end was currently being dragged out by his buddies before he puked all over the floor, and then to a group of young women who seemed to be celebrating someone’s birthday, young men crowding around them and seemingly trying to get lucky. It wasn’t until one of those women sat down on the stool next to you that your eyes stuck to someone other than the brunette for the first time that night.
She was pretty, but you had to be honest, everything that was currently on display beneath her skimpy clothes was not exactly something you were interested in. “Can I help you?” The words themselves were a bit on the rude side but the question coming out the way it did, along with your raised eyebrows and curious look, somehow managed to not make you sound like an asshole although you doubted she would have minded either way. The girl was holding her head up with one hand and staring at you with a drunken smile on her face like she was looking at a puppy in a pet store window or something.
She gave a quiet nod, “Are you here with someone or are you just looking for…anyone?” Your eyebrows furrowed at that obvious proposition and before you could even respond a man joined her, an arm wrapping around her with his hand settling against her hip. You glanced between the two with a near scowl on your face as she asked, “You can come with us if you want. We’ve been looking for a third and you’re pretty handsome.”
The laugh you let out at that belonged in a movie, they would have paid you billions for the genuine way your eyes filled with disbelief at the audacity of these two. You were at a loss for words, blinking with a stunned smile on your face. It didn’t even register that someone had slid into the other chair beside you until there was a glass clattering down beside your hand with amber liquid in it. Your gaze shifted to follow the line from the hand and up the arm until you stopped on those blue eyes, the man beside you having been the one you dreamt about late at night and even in the middle of the day. A deep, gravelly voice, the first time you’d ever even heard it, slid out from between perfectly sculpted lips, “Hey sorry I was late, who’s this?”
The blue eyes flicked from the two on the other side of the table and then up to you, holding you captive in the sea of blue there. Your mouth couldn’t form the words to say you’d never even seen them before and you had no clue, too wrapped up in the fact that the Brit was sitting right next to you. Thankfully the couple answered for you, “Oh, sorry about that. We thought he was alone, you both have a great night.” And then they were gone, surprisingly considerate after having been so shockingly forward initially.
Though to be completely honest they could have screamed at you right then and it wouldn’t have made a difference to your rattled mind. You were too busy staring at the brunette who’d taken a seat next to you, close enough you could feel when his arm moved to bring his glass to his lips. He took a slow sip, turning his gaze back to you as the couple disappeared into the sea of patrons, eyebrows raising at your continued blanching before he asked, “You good mate?”
Your eyes shifted down to his hand as the glass found a resting place on the table once again, finally managing to produce a slow nod and nervous, “Uh yeah, I’m good. Thanks for that, never even considered I’d have to deal with, well whatever the hell that was.” You gave a quiet huff of laughter as your fingers played with the glass of whiskey on the table in front of you, avoiding the intense gaze beside you.
There was surprise in those eyes as the deep voice spoke again, “An American? Didn’t expect that one. Where are you from? You sound like one of those cowboys in the movie.”
You glanced nervously at him, seeing a hint of curiosity in his eyes before quirking up the corner of your mouth and answering, “Um yeah, yeah I’m an American, from the south. I’m from Georgia actually.”
You caught a smile on his lips when the man nodded, continuing to probe, “Oh yeah I could tell by the accent. How’d an American end up on this side of the Atlantic then? Don’t see many of you in places like these, especially not outside London.”
It was weird talking to the man you’d been quietly observing for the past few months, it wasn’t like you were stalking him or anything, you didn’t even know the man’s name. But having him sitting there asking you questions was throwing you off a bit. It had been a while since you’d talked to anyone outside of your forced work interactions, it felt like you’d forgotten how to actually converse.
Finally though you managed an answer, “Chasing a dream, you know how it is. Left everything behind to get that dream job and get outta that small town just like all the songs told me to do.” You cast a small smile down at the glass as you paused for a drink and a shrug, “You don’t realize how much you’ll miss it though until you can’t get it back.” The brunette took a drink from his glass then too, giving a knowing nod before you asked, “What about you? You from around here?”
There was a quick nod from the man at the question, “Yeah, about an hour and half southwest of here. I grew up in Herefordshire. Me and my dream job though, well we’ve been together for a while. Been in the army since I was sixteen, never looked back. More than happy saving lives.”
Your eyebrows rose at the statement though truthfully you shouldn’t have been all that surprised. Everything about him from his clean cut hair and well-kept physique screamed military, “Didn’t realize you were an army man.” He was spinning his glass on the table, blue eyes watching you as you spoke, “I did a few tours myself, enlisted right outta high school.” Before you continued your jaw tensed, considering whether you should tell him the truth of your past or not and deciding against it, wasn’t like he needed to hear the whole truth anyway, “I was a marine though, you know, a jarhead,” you wiggled your brows at that with a small laugh, managing to draw an amused smile from him as well though you knew he saw your slight hesitation. Worry coursed through you as you hurriedly added, “You know now that I’m getting a better look at you I’m surprised I didn’t see the army on you.”
“A better look?” Shit, you hadn’t meant to say that and you really hadn’t expected for him to pick up on it. He could see the panic in your eyes, not knowing how to continue or play it off and that brought out a tilt of his head that had you tensed in the chair. Well fuck you that was it, your face went beet red and you pleaded with any higher power out there to strike you down so you didn’t have to explain what you meant or why you were currently unable to speak or even so much as breathe. It didn’t come though, instead the man beside you leaned forward to put his elbows on the table as he looked you over a bit closer, “So you have been watching me then, huh?” Your eyes stayed glued to the nearly empty whiskey glass before you brought an elbow up on the table and leaned your face into your hand to hide the panic written plainly there, “I’ve been wondering, you know. I couldn’t tell if you were just here all the time by circumstance or if you really were staring a hole in my back.”
The silence was killing you as he waited to hear you say something, anything, “Shit, listen man I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable or anything, I just…I don’t really know anyone or anything here and I was just trying to pass the time and I guess y’all,” you gesture with a nod to the three men still over by the pool table before continuing, “Y'all kinda reminded me of me and my old squad. Honest to God though, hand on the bible, I wasn’t trying to weird you out or anything-” you were diving head first into a long ramble that seemed to have no end when you felt a hand on your thigh. Wide eyes jumped up to those ocean hues you’d been avoiding for the past minute and for the second time that night you were at a loss for words. Blanching even when you saw lips move, his words falling on deaf ears at first, unable to hear him over the pounding of your own pulse in your ears.
When the hand gave a gentle squeeze your eyes finally blinked and you glanced down at the hand hidden below the table, away from the prying eyes of the other bar patrons. The deep, gravelly voice beside you finally spoke again, “It’s ok Marine, I’m not weirded out." The smile he gave you calmed your nerves as he continued, "I was going to buy you a drink but every time I get here you already have your own. I couldn’t think of a way to get your attention before now, not until they,” he nodded to the couple on the other side of the bar, “sat down over here. Guess it was a good thing I didn’t try the more forward approach though, I’ve never heard anyone laugh that loud when someone asked them to go home with them before in my life.” The man took a quick sip from his glass, finishing it off before he smiled again, voice lowering to a whisper when he asked, “So, anyway, what’re you doing later tonight?”
And that was how you’d ended up here in the front seat of Army’s old Ford truck with its leather bench seats and the whole truck riding low enough to the ground you were both taller than it was when you stood up. You were watching the buildings pass by as every single red light stopped the two of you on your way back to his house. Your fingers were clenched so hard into your thigh you were sure you were sure you were about to pull your whole damn leg off. Your knee was bouncing nervously, you couldn’t even remember the last time you’d been in another person’s car, and especially not when you were headed back to their house to do the inevitable. It certainly didn’t help that the person you were riding with was the man you’d been quietly pining after months now. 
Your eyes were glued to the streetlights outside, trying not to melt into a puddle at the reflection of the man in the driver’s seat. One hand on the wheel and leaned back with the most casual look on his face you’d ever seen on anyone, not at all like your own which was full of nerves and worry. You swallowed hard, staring disrespectfully at the perfect lines of his lips, the veins that popped on his arms, the way his shirt sat so perfectly tight across his chest.
When you felt that same pressure on your thigh from before your bouncing leg froze, turning your gaze from his reflection and back to him. You were stopped at yet another light and he was watching you with a curious gaze, “Marine, you good?” You gave a quick nod to which he responded with an even quicker glance down at your thigh, holding the look which had you shifting in your seat, “You sure?” Army’s gaze shifted back up then holding your eyes captive, even and calm like the open ocean on a sunny day. It shot a sense of calm into your own nerves, somehow settling you rather than pressuring you, the panic that had been sitting just at the back of your mind turning almost immediately into ice. A brunette brow rose, the other man could sense the newfound calm as you slid across the seat away from the window.
A quick glance up at the light to make sure, yeah it was still red, and then your eyes were back on his curious ones with his head tilted endearingly, the man trying to figure out what the actual hell you were doing. Until your hand returned the firm squeeze, thumb grazing over his knee anyway. Army immediately shifted, legs spreading just a bit and hips angling towards you as much as they could. Your hand drifted up, watching his gaze change from curiosity and immediately into fire, eagerly awaiting your hand now. He had forgotten completely about the fact that he was supposed to be driving you back to his house to do this, not sitting at a green light with a hand inching closer and closer to the promised land. That was what finally stopped you though, noticing the green light which made you freeze, turning your gaze up before smiling and nodding towards it, “Eyes on the road Army.”
There was a quiet curse before he hit the gas, his second hand raising to the wheel for a moment before he reached down to cover the back of yours with the rough calluses. He shifted and when he did you could just feel the tip of his semi through his jeans, your eyes traveled down to look at the growing outline of him before you squeezed his thigh again and shook your head. “No can do Army. Have you never played redlight greenlight before? You've gotta wait till we hit another red light or we make it back to your place.” There was a side-eyed glare that you caught when the streetlights illuminated his face for just a moment. Oh yeah, this was definitely going to be fun. You might regret it when he'd had enough of your teasing but that didn't mean you weren't still going to have fun.
Again the light turned red in front of you and the second he came to a full stop your hand was moving again. Rubbing his hardening erection through the thick jeans on your way up before you worked at the button and then the zipper. You were about to delve in for your awaited prize when the light turned green and so you stopped. Hand still held tantalizingly over the zipper and a smirk on your mouth as he growled a quick, “Bloody hell,” and revved up the gas. The next light didn’t stop you and he groaned quietly about it, cursing both you and the lights for this torture, his hips bucking up just slightly as he searched for the friction and heat of your hand again. You kept it just out of reach though, shaking your head when he glanced your way with a desperate and frustrated sigh. 
It wasn’t until the truck came to a stop at the next red light that your fingers finally dove below the zipper, just as eager to see him as he was to be touched. His flesh was burning underneath the pads of your fingertips, and when he lifted his hips and slid his jeans down a bit you pulled him free. Your thumb ran over the tip and he took in a sharp breath, eyes dropping down to watch and catching sight of your heavily furrowed brows. “What’s wrong Marine?”
Your own eyes glanced up quickly and then back down to him before you shook your head. “It’s uh…Well it’s bigger than I expected if I'm being honest. Wasn't aware I was going to be dealing with-” You broke off staring at the monster in your hand. He had to be at least eight inches, and good lord the girth? It was too much, how could you deal with something that big? He was bigger than anyone you’d ever been with before and that was a fact. There was a low chuckle, a sound that rang in your ears that you wanted to hear every day, it was unlike anything else you’d ever heard. But fuck if that little chuckle and smug smile you glanced up to find didn’t light a fire under your ass that made you want to turn him into a moaning mess of a man.
So that was your goal as you ran your tongue flat across the tip without so much as a warning, looking up to watch his eyes go wide and his hips jump up at the feeling. And as your hand grabbed the tip and you twisted your wrist the light turned green, freezing you in place much to his annoyance. So you waited, turning to lay across the seat with your mouth poised close enough that he could feel every breath you took.
When the truck stopped next you didn’t waste a second, lips spreading over the red and leaking tip, tongue swirling around it before you sucked him in further. Your tongue ran along the underside, saliva already dripping from your open mouth and down the long shaft that you could just barely get your lips around the sheer size of comfortably. Heat flooded your own body, pooling at the base of your growing erection. You pushed your hips down into the leather seat, grinding into it to find at least some relief while your mouth was being stuffed full of hot flesh and salty precum. And then the red light changed, you could see the light flooding the truck and halfway back up his long shaft you froze. When you glanced up he was watching you with confusion until you glanced up at the light and he groaned, head falling back into the seat before he hit the gas again.
You stayed like that, unmoving unless there was a bump in the road or he had to make a turn. Mouth halfway down his cock, breathing through your nose, and your own hips grinding into the seat every now and then to ease your own ache there. Every time you breathed, every turn he made, every pothole in the road had the man above you moaning out for more, aching for you to keep going despite your refusal to do so. When you felt saliva trying to drip out past your lips you sucked hard for just a moment, swallowing around his length. The man above you jerked, his body going rigid for a moment when the truck swerved hard before he quickly righted himself. It was driving him positively mad and you could see it in the way his eyes burned down at you, he'd had enough of your teasing now. You feared when the truck stopped next and he threw it into park, thankful no one was behind y’all else you both risked getting caught. Large hands grabbed the back of your head and his hips pushed up into your aching jaw. Your mouth would no doubt be sore tomorrow, just as you hoped many other parts of you would be as well.
He shoved you down, refusing to let you pull up and rest your aching jaw even for a quick moment. The tip hit against the back of your throat and you felt your throat tighten before you swallowed trying not to gag around the length. Your body had forgotten how to do this, maybe you shouldn’t have teased. It would have been nice to just be sitting with his hand resting on your thigh while you took a leisurely drive back to his house. But then again, when he had shoved you down until there was no more left to take and the loud groan left his lips, if you hadn’t teased him to the point where he was about to fuck your mouth like a man without thought you wouldn’t be hearing the noises currently escaping his throat. He let you lift your head, pulling off for a moment as you pushed yourself up, strings of saliva keeping the two of you connected while you caught your breath. One of the hands on your head moved down to your jaw, running along the stubble there with his rough fingers as he lifted your chin to meet his eyes. You didn’t expect the words that came out of his mouth though as he made you a promise that had you grinding into the leather seats, “I am going to ruin you, Marine.”
Your eyebrows raised at that, the words going straight to your own aching length that was beginning to throb with need while it was still trapped in your jeans. He pulled your jaw back down with one hand, the other still on the back of your head, running through the short strands of hair. He impaled your throat with his length again, but instead of forcing you down on it, this time his hips rose to meet your mouth. Strong hands held your head still as his cock slammed again and again and again against the back of your throat, soft moans escaping your lips when he growled out, “So fuckin good for me, Marine. Gonna fuck you like this all night, till you can’t think anymore. You won’t even remember your own name when I’m through with you,” his cock buried itself as far down your throat as it would go again before he pulled you down with him so he could sit back on the seat.
You didn’t even notice when the truck slammed back into drive, not until the truck was roaring down the road again, the man with one hand holding you down on his engorged length while the other kept the two of you from careening off the road. You couldn’t even get a breath in, the enormous length of him choking you as he drove. Your throat constricted and he slammed a palm against the steering wheel to keep from pushing you down even further when there was nothing else for you to take. Black spots sparked in your vision, head trying desperately to pull up but he only growled, "Can't move till I stop again Marine. You better hope this light turns red before we get there." If you could have spared the air you would have been moaning, humming, and groaning around his length but you simply didn't have the breath to do so.
Not until the light in front of you turned red and he finally stopped again, thanking the heavens above when his hand relaxed and he let you up. You struggled to catch your breath then, coughing before your hand took the place of your mouth, cheek resting against the clothed thigh as he stared down at you. Red faced and panting and pumping his member in an attempt to satisfy him so he wouldn't impale you before you could catch your breath. His fingers ran along your now tear stained cheeks, wiping the trails away with a hand much gentler than the one that had just been holding you still while you choked on his cock. “Look at you Marine, bloody hell, you’ve got me all kinds of twisted right now. That mouth of yours is so good,” the fingers grazed over your temple, around your ear and stopped at the side of your neck where the muscle flexed and tensed at the warm touch.
Fingers dug in for a few moments, kneading gently as a calloused thumb ran over the cheekbone there. You leaned into the touch, eyes closing for a moment before you lifted up again and your lips stretched over the head of his cock once more. Your lips were sliding down his length, what you couldn’t fit comfortably in your mouth, your hand was working instead. Pumping up to meet your lips before returning to the base and giving it a wicked twist that had Army groaning like a man possessed.
You had forgotten about the rules of the game at that point, wanting only to keep hearing the sounds escaping the man above you so that they could continue sending floods of heat to your own member that you were slowly grinding into the leather. You felt the engine purring, sending quiet vibrations through the truck as he drove, one hand on the wheel and the other rubbing circles on the back of your head. A quiet whimper left your lips as you careened into the seat, pulling off of his length to rest your forehead against his thigh. Your hips pressed into the leather, the thick fabric running against your skin painfully now. It was too much of the wrong thing. Your hands scrambled below you, fumbling with your zipper and button, groaning in frustration at the belt you’d decided to wear tonight refusing to loosen. There was a quiet chuckle from above you as Army said, “Take your time, Marine. Work the problem.”
He was right, obviously he was right but with the fog of need clouding your mind it was near impossible to listen. Not until hands grabbed at your wrists, halting your progress as you looked up from where your forehead had been braced against Army’s thigh to notice the truck had stopped again. It didn’t take five seconds until the Brit pushed you up to slide closer, his hands reaching down for the frustratingly tight belt undoing it with a couple deft movements of his hands. Your pants fell open and he reached inside the waistband of your underwear to free you. A string of groans leaving you when the firm grip pulled your aching cock out, exposing it to the cool night air. He smiled at you, fingers sliding along the shaft with a feather light touch that had your hips bucking forward and your head falling back.
Fingers tightened around your length and then into the collar of your shirt, pulling you forward again before he whispered against your ear, “Get back to work Marine, we were in the middle of a game.” You panted quietly against the crook of his neck, nose pressing against the hard muscle there and taking in a whiff of bourbon and cigar smoke that had you nearly whining, especially when his fingers left your throbbing member to return to the wheel. “Focus up,” his quiet words found your ears and you nodded, swallowing hard before you settled back along the length of the seat. Knees holding your ass in the air while you gathered a bit of spit on one hand and slipped it between your thighs to pump at your throbbing erection, finally getting the attention it had been weeping precum for.
The other hand returned to Army’s now throbbing and needing cock, mouth wrapping back over the tip and listening to him moan at the tight, wet heat of your mouth, feeling as he rocked forward into your depths. You hummed your own satisfaction and that had his eyes widening before he came to a stop again. His freehand which had been kneading the muscles of your neck slid down the length of your spine, fingers trailing over the flesh that had been exposed by your shirt riding up and your jeans slipping down. They squeezed into the toned flesh of your ass, drawing out another moan from the both of you, the vibrations causing Army’s head to tilt back for a moment.
They left as quickly as they had come, leaving cold flesh behind. You were more focused on the cock your mouth was bobbing on and your own pulsing member that you didn’t notice when the man lifted his fingers to his own mouth, drenching them in saliva, before he returned the hand to your well defined glutes. Fingers slid between the two mountain peaks, prodding at the tight puckered hole. Your mouth popped off of him, hand pumping his length before you rested your forehead against his thigh again. Moans left you wildly as he slid a finger in, focusing on the thick digit curling into your walls before he growled, “Bloody hell Marine.” He pumped his finger into you a few times, testing the waters until he added a second, both digits curling into your tight walls and dragging out quiet gasps while your hands worked both your cocks in time with one another.
His fingers were thick, nothing compared to his hard erection in front of you, but it was just what you needed as you fucked your own hand and pressed back against the fingers inside of you as well. Both directions drawing out quiet gasps from your wide open and needy mouth. The truck stopped again, you hadn’t even noticed it starting in your haze of need. The hand on the wheel found your head, pulling you back up by the back of the neck and positioning his long shaft against your lips before he fucked into your mouth again. Holding you still with one hand and filling you with the fingers of his other. “‘M shite Marine, so fuckin tight. Tight and needy and willing, drunk on my cock so much already and we aren’t even at the house yet.” He groaned out when you swallowed around his length, tongue swirling along the underside of his sensitive shaft.
“Can you take another?” His question was rhetorical, he didn’t need you to answer because he’d already lined a third up at the tight ring of muscle and was plunging it inside of you with the other two in the next second. His cock strangled a moan in your throat then, curling his fingers with every thrust as he stretched you out and searched for the spot he knew would make you cry out for more.
Just when you thought he’d never find it his fingers brushed against it and you moaned loud enough that had there been anyone walking by there would have been no doubt what was happening inside right now. Your hips bucked forward into your hand and you pulled off his length just long enough to pant out, “Again, I’m so close.” His fingers curled against the spot again and your eyes rolled back, the edges of your vision beginning to turn white. “Ag-Again, Army,” he nodded quickly before he pulled you back down onto his cock. He hit that blinding spot with every curl of his fingers after that. Hitting that spot until you were writhing into your frantically jerking hand and moaning obscenely around the cock disappearing between your lips.
You came without warning, wrist twisting at the tip and sending you toppling into the white void of pleasure, throat vibrating with strangled cries that sent the other man over the edge right behind you. He pulled your mouth down till there was no more to take again and you swallowed around his length. That was the last straw as he bucked up feverishly into your mouth and his head fell backwards, cumming down your throat in hot ropes that you didn’t question for a moment about swallowing down.
Your body went limp against the leather seat, Army's fingers pulling out of you and leaving you cold and empty. You pulled your own mouth off, taking in quick gasps of air as your cheek settled against his thigh again. Eyes blinked rapidly in a futile attempt to stay open while he drove. How in the hell was he driving right now? You managed to open your eyes for a quick moment, staring at his still hard erection, the man wasn’t even softening whereas you felt completely spent. A weight pressed between your shoulder blades, callused fingers running along your back in soothing motions. When you glanced up again he was forward focused, eyes on the road, hand on the wheel, and good lord he didn’t look even the least bit tired. This was about to be the longest night of your damned life.
A thumb ran over your cheek, quiet words whispering into the air down to you, "Marine, hey, wake up." You let out a questioning hum, you weren't asleep, or at least you didn't remember falling asleep. The hand slid off your cheek, seeming to give up before the thigh you'd been using as a pillow moved out from under you and you heard a truck door shut. That prompted you to open your eyes then, glancing into the black leather with tired eyes. You pushed up on an elbow before you heard the door behind you open and a hand wrapped around your thigh. He rolled you over onto your back and when you looked for him he was leaning into the truck right above you.
Blue eyes stared down at your face, stained with tears and saliva, stomach and shirt covered in your own release, the waistband of your jeans and underwear still shoved down over the swell of your ass, and your softened cock laying against your stomach that seemed to harden with every second he stared down at it. Army's hand ran up your thigh and along your naked hip before he continued up your ribs. When he slipped his hips between your thighs the thought of him taking you again right there pressed into your mind, rolling your hips up to his and feeling the still hard erection he'd stuffed back into his own jeans. You swallowed hard, warmth flooding to the base of your own cock as it hardened steadily against the rough fabric of his jeans. You could see his smile even in the darkness, and heard his chuckle when your legs raised and wrapped around his waist pulling him flush against you as you rocked into him again. "Very eager Marine, I was worried I'd already worn you out."
"Not a damn chance, been waiting on your ass for months and I ain't about to give this chance up now," his mustache moved then as he smiled and leaned down. His lips were gentle, soothing to your own after they'd been wrapped around his length for so long. They moved across your swollen lips with firm yet gentle purpose. His tongue teased at you, tip licking against your sensitive skin before darting back. When his hips rolled down against you, his hard length pressing against your ass, the thought of what he'd said earlier ran through your mind, 'I am going to ruin you, Marine.' And by God did you know it with the way he was grinding against you, already beginning to overstimulate your nerve endings.
Your mouth fell open against his lips when you felt rough calluses run across your length cupping you in his hand as he rocked into you again. Your quiet gasp left you vulnerable, exposed, and he took full advantage when his tongue slipped inside your mouth, tasting your wet depths. His beard was rough against your already chapped skin and with every squeeze of his hand you felt your body reacting the only way it could, begging and pleading with him for more. Teeth sunk into your bottom lip, sucking it between his teeth before he moved on to your jaw. The sensitive skin turned red against the coarse hairs of his beard dragging along your skin before his lips moved to soothe the patches. He received quiet gasps in return, one of your hands wrapping around the back of his head and throwing the beanie on the dash so you could feel the cropped locks there. The other hand had run down his side, wrapping around to the small of his back and holding on for dear life as he ground you down into the leather seat.
A thought crossed your mind then, "W-Where are we?" You managed to ask between gasps. His fingers wrapped around your length clouding your mind and drawing out a quiet moan.
Finally he mumbled an answer against the thin skin of your neck, "My house." He paused to nip at the skin before continuing, "In the garage." His fingers stroked your length with mind-numbing skill. You honestly hadn't thought you'd be able to go another round so soon but here you were, hard as a rock beneath his expert touch in a matter of seconds. And then his hands were gone and damnit you couldn't stop the whine that pulled out of your throat. Hips bucking up in hopes of finding it again but to no avail. He smiled against your collarbone, teeth grazing over it before he whispered, "Don't worry, it'll be worth it in just a second Marine." You forced yourself to nod, not quite believing him but knowing you didn't exactly have a choice about where his fingers went.
Suddenly his hands were both around your hips and he was pulling you towards the door. He unwrapped your legs from his waist and stood up, leaving your neck and mouth unattended just as much as your weeping cock was. You squirmed under the blue gaze, fingers reaching for your member to soothe the ache he had left. Army merely watched as you pumped yourself slowly, his own hands releasing the button of his jeans and pulling down the zipper with frustrating slowness. The smile was gone now, replaced with a burning gaze that had your back arching off the seat with need. "Come on Army hurry up," when a brunette brow rose at the statement you quickly added, "Need you. Wanna feel you."
That had his beard shifting, smile returning to his lips as he pulled himself out. Your gaze immediately shifted down, taking in his erect length again that was bobbing in front of him as he reached to shove the jeans down his legs a bit. Your mouth watered at the sight, tongue flicking out to wet your lips as you groaned, hand twisting at the base of your cock as you did. Your head tipped back as you kept working yourself, nearing your next orgasm already as your hand became erratic, no frantic, with the need to chase your high. A cruel hand wrapped around your wrist stopping you and when you tried to move your other into its place it too was captured. You let out a quiet whine, stomach tensing and flexing as you rocked, trying to find the friction you so desperately needed. "Slow down Marine, bloody hell. What about my fun, huh?" 
Your dazed eyes opened to find his smiling features and you managed to reign in your ragged breaths before muttering, " 'M s-sorry. Please," you couldn't verbalize what you were begging him for but it wasn't that hard for him to guess. Between the time it took for him to capture your hands and let them go your own climax had danced out of reach. His hands grabbed the waistband of your jeans and pulled them down, your burning skin exposed finally to the cool air. He didn't pull them off though, merely let them dangle uselessly around your knees while his fingers went for what he was really searching for. The callused digits ran across your tight hole again, dragging a low moan from you as he pressed into you. "Fuck, Army, fuck shit," you were desperate for words, letting anything out that you could manage as he curled a finger inside you. "More now, need more," he happily obliged, a second finger joining the first as your back arched against the leather seats again. A hum that probably would have been another loud moan had you not strangled it behind tightly closed lips resonated from you. The man could do no wrong at this point, every touch, every movement, every word drove you out of your mind with throbbing pleasure.
He slid his fingers out and you pushed closer on the seat, quietly begging for him to return with little gasps. He pulled your legs up, resting both of your clothed calves on one shoulder before you felt the blunt tip grazing over your entrance. You immediately pushed into it, looking up when he asked, "You still okay Marine?" Your head was nodding before he even finished the sentence and you felt the burn as he slowly pushed inside of you. Your mouth fell open in a silent plead, eyes shutting tight as you arched into the touch. His arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping them pressed firmly together which only made your walls clench tighter around him. He wasn't even halfway inside you before your hands shot down, stopping him as the sensation just became too much all at once.
His hips halted and when you finally managed to open your eyes again he was staring down at you, a hint of worry furrowing his dark brows. You swallowed hard before he asked, "You want me to stop?"
The fingers around your thighs were still holding firm, keeping the both of you frozen in that moment. Slowly the tension in your body released and you felt yourself rock slowly, looking for more now that you'd gotten a chance to catch your breath. "Don't you dare stop," you finally managed to get out. 
His mustache twitched around that snake-like smile and he gave you a quick dip of his head in a nod, "Wouldn't dream of it, Love." The words went straight down to your throbbing member, clenching around him for a second as he continued to slip inside of you. When you felt his hips come flush against your backside a groan left you both simultaneously. "Shite, so tight, can't keep squeezing me like that, gonna make me cum too soon," you did it again anyway biting your lip when he grinded against your ass in response. "Careful Marine, I'll make you scream so loud you wake the bloody neighbors."
You arched your back at the statement, grinding your own hips against his before smiling up at him, "You can certainly try." And damn was he about to, he pulled out achingly slow before he slammed his hips back against yours so hard he drove the air from your lungs. You could feel every ridge and vein as he throbbed inside of you. There was so much of him, pressing against your walls so hard there was little left for you to give. He filled every inch with ease it seemed, taking pleasure from every little groan and gasp that left your mouth. While he was chasing his own high it seemed that was only his secondary goal, more interested in making you cry out and beg for him.
And by god were you going to beg, you’d do anything for this to never end, for his strong thighs to never stop pressing against you, for that happy trail to never leave your sight, for that dick to never pull out of you. Just as you were gasping out, “Don’t stop, don’t ever stop, please more, I need more,” he provided like it was his one and only purpose in life. Folding you in half as he leaned down towards you, one arm still wrapped around your legs and the fingers digging into your thigh hard enough you knew he was breaking the skin. His mouth found yours, needing to feel the closeness of you, both of you needing that warmth. It was when his lips began to devour you that he hit it, your hips bucking up with a loud cry. “There!” It was more like a pleading yell than anything that clawed up your throat then. He struck deep and true and just fucking right.
He slammed into it again and your fingers that had been holding tight to one shoulder squeezed hard enough you knew it was going to leave a bruise. “There? You like that Marine?” All you could manage was a nod and a moan as he hit it again with pinpoint precision. When you didn’t answer though his hips stilled, seated fully inside you and both of you twitching with need while you squirmed underneath him. “I expect an answer when I ask you a question,” his voice was deeper now, filled with lust and the gravelly way with which he spoke had you clenching around him almost painfully tight. He didn’t even react though, staring hard down at you.
You reached up, a hand pulling his head back down to yours to whisper against the prickly hairs on his cheek, “I fuckin love it.” His face turned into your neck, mouth pressed right below your ear as he nipped at the skin, sucking it between his lips hard enough you were well aware it would be a deep purple hickey by tomorrow morning but in reality you couldn’t have cared less in that moment. His pace started again, faster than before but no less deep. You weren’t sure he knew what shallow thrusts even were. Moans fell out of your mouth almost the second he started again, his beard scratching across your neck and leaving that burning sensation that was becoming almost too familiar now.
White sparked in your vision, he knew exactly how to play you like a fiddle, it was almost unfair how good he was, how amazing he felt burying himself deep inside you. His mouth was sucking the skin of your neck, leaving marks along your flesh with a pleased smile you didn’t need to see to know it was there. Then he slammed into the place that had your body arching off the seat, his quiet whispers telling you how good you were doing, how tight you were, and how close he was falling on deaf ears. He was hitting that blinding spot every time now, your fingers digging into one shoulder and the other hand holding tight to the forearm that was still wrapped around your thighs. You stammered out, “I-I’m so-so close, please.”
He responded almost instantaneously with a hand reaching between your two sweaty bodies before his fingers ran down your length. It barely took any coaxing before you were a moaning mess and your head fell back, crying out with the waves of your climax crashing into you. You painted both of your stomachs and his fist. He pulled up, jerking you flush to his hips again and his thrusts stuttered, one arm still holding your legs tight to his chest, the other braced against the roof of the car. He pulled out after a few more hard thrusts, letting your legs fall back to the ground and you watched his hand pump a few times along his enormous length until he spilled over your now softening member and lower stomach.
You didn’t remember falling into the void, exhaustion flooding your entire body. Every part of you was sore and aching but you couldn’t help but smile at the feeling. Soft fabric ran over your stomach, nudging against your spent member which had your eyes jumping open even as you flinched away from the sensation. The brunette was shirtless now, the black fabric balled up in his hand and wiping over the white ropes that painted your stomach like it was a piece of abstract artwork. Your head fell back again, covering your eyes with the inside of your elbow and your smile widened as his fingers danced over your sensitive skin. When the calluses rubbed up your side you flinched away with a light laugh before looking up at the Brit, “That’s not fair Army,” you feigned annoyance with his attempts at tickling your hypersensitive skin.
The man gave a small shrug and shot a smirk down at him, “All’s fair in love and war, mate.” You rolled your eyes at that, arm returning to covering your eyes. At least until he grabbed it and pulled it off, head tilting as he looked down at you and jerking his head towards the door, “You hungry?”
The question caught you off guard, a confused look on your face before you let out a laugh at the absurdity of asking whether you were hungry while you were laid back on his car’s bench seat with your jeans and underwear gathered around your knees after finishing twice already. It was absurd he was asking the question to begin with, but also absurd that he thought maybe you weren’t hungry. So you answered with a nod, “Hell yeah I’m hungry.” He pulled you up off the seat by the hand, heading to unlock the garage door while you fixed your clothes.
Staring down at the stain on your shirt you glanced across at Army’s shirtless upper half and decided to shed the fabric. He led you inside to the living room, gesturing to the couch, “Take a seat, I’ll be right back.” He disappeared further into the house while you slid onto the couch, wincing at first until you finally relaxed into the soft leather. You were just about to doze off again when the man took a seat at the other end of the couch. “Here Marine, drink,” he tossed you a water bottle, not leaving much room to refuse. Besides you couldn’t deny the fact you were far past thirsty at this point. The second the water wet your tongue you were tipping it all the way back, basically inhaling the entire bottle in a matter of seconds. When you finally dropped the empty bottle to your lap and glanced back at him he was holding another one out.
You took it without a question, watching him grab the remote and turn the TV on, flipping through the channels before there was a ding from somewhere in the house. He handed you the remote before he disappeared back to where he had gone the first time. You silently flicked through the channels, sipping at the water until you stopped on a channel running movies, eyes squinting at the screen. He returned with deadly silence, a plate appearing over your shoulder causing you to jump a bit before you realized who it was. The plate sat in your lap, and he found his seat at the opposite end of the couch again, brows furrowing at the movie on the screen. “Where’d you find a movie?” He sounded genuinely confused as if he’d never owned a movie before in his life.
“Uh, I just started looking through the channels. We can watch something else if you want though,” you held the remote out to him to which he shook his head quickly, mouth full of the fries he’d heated up for the both of you.
The mouthful was swallowed down, your eyes following the bob of his Adam's apple before he picked up a foot, setting it on the coffee table in front of them. He’d taken his boots off at some point so he was left in a pair of white socks. You turned your attention back to the movie playing, eating quietly and relaxing into the soft cushions of the couch. When he finished his plate he leaned forward, setting it on the coffee table and sitting back with his arm raised to drape across the back of the couch.
It was an inviting sight, his bare chest with the dark hairs littering it and the toned side just asking to be laid against. Christ if he didn’t get sexier by the second and he didn’t even have to do anything, he was just sitting there. Blue eyes flicked to your face, catching you staring which had you looking away as fast as possible with burning cheeks and ears. You could feel the smile on his face before he spoke, “You don’t have to stay over there. You can come over here if you want.” When you glanced at him with uncertainty he added, “I’d like it if you did, Love.”
There was that word again, the endearment that had you smirking despite yourself. And the second he said it your nervousness dissipated. You slid across the couch quickly, he moved the foot on the coffee table to the couch instead, arm still draped behind you as you laid back into his chest. Head propped up on a well built pec, his body heat warming you from behind like he was an actual heater.
You would be lying if you said you’d ever expected to be doing this with anyone, especially the brunette you’d watched from a distance for so long. Relationships weren’t actually something you’d ever found yourself in so lazing about on a couch with another person was a new experience. Honestly you had to admit it was nice. Your plate of fries sat on your chest while you ate, his hand coming down after a few minutes to run his fingers along the length of your bicep and making you shiver at the touch. That was when the questions started, “How long have you been in Birmingham?” 
A quick glance up at the blue gaze that was watching you before you answered, “About three and a half months now. Work takes me just about everywhere."
His thumb rubbed circles in the muscle of your bicep as he gave a hum of interest. "What exactly do you do for work? You didn't say."
You smiled at the question and leaned your head back to look up at him, "You're right, I didn't." His brunette brows raised, curiosity taking hold now before you said in a whisper, "Let's just say…I don't sit in an office all day." Now he really looked curious but despite it he merely gave you a nod, obviously he understood your secrecy. "What about you Army? What do you do for work? You sit in command all day telling others what to do?"
He let out a low chuckle before you felt his shoulders shrug underneath you. Finally he answered in his quiet rumble, "Something like that I guess." And just as he had respected your privacy, you respected his, just giving a quiet nod at his vague answer. "What about your name then Marine? You haven't even told me that one yet."
There were a few quiet moments and you felt him shift so he could look down at your face a bit better. Finally you shook your head and lifted the plate off your chest to lay it on his and answered, "I'd rather not say if you don't mind." You glanced up to see the dark furrowed brows, now he didn't understand. You gave a nervous cough looking away quickly and you were about to sit up when his hand splayed across your chest, the rough texture catching against your skin. He pressed you back down, watching you with a look that you almost took as concern before you added hurriedly, "It's not anything to do with you. It's just at work I can't really use my name so honestly Marine is probably the closest I've heard to a real name in a long time. I would tell you if I could, but…What about yours though? I uh, I'd love to know yours."
Confusion still wrinkled his brow, the furrows on his forehead visible for a moment until his expression relaxed and he answered simply, "John. You can call me John, Love."
"John," you tested the name in your mouth. Rolling it over your tongue like it was a fine wine and you realized then that it might as well have been. He was a tall glass of the top shelf, a collector's bottle that only got finer with age. John fit him so well you probably could have guessed it without needing to ask. "Nice to meet you John," you reached a hand up to the fingers that had stilled against your chest, lacing your fingers through them and looking up at the blue gaze you wanted to drown in with a smile playing on your lips.
There was a squeeze around your hand from him then, before he returned the easy smile, "Nice to meet you too. Maybe one day I'll get that name out of you, Marine." You shrugged against his chest and felt him rest his elbow along the back of the couch again, fingers still laced together. You both lapsed into easy silence then, watching the movie until the credits began to roll. He reached for the remote then, turning it off and sitting back against the leather again. Finally he spoke, "Can you answer me this Marine?" You tilted your head back, giving him your full attention before he asked, "Why are you so nervous? I mean before I kind of understood but after what we did in the truck it still feels like you're scared to be too close to me. Why?"
It took you a moment to consider the question, a small shrug of your shoulders your only response for a few moments until you lowered your gaze and finally said, "I mean I've never actually done this before so I guess I am kind of nervous."
The man behind you stiffened, and at first you didn't understand why until he asked, "You've never had sex before?"
Your eyes went wide and you sat up turning to look at him with a quick shake of your head, "No, no not that. I've had sex before, that's not what I meant." The tension that had found his shoulders relaxed then before you continued, "Well not exactly I guess. I mean like I've never done this," you gestured vaguely to the plates, then to him, and the TV. "Most people I've ever had sex with they finish and that's it, it doesn't matter to them what you want or need. Especially since I've never actually bottomed for anyone before, so I've gotta admit that was a bit of a surprise at first."
Before you could say anything more he stopped you with a gentle hand on your shoulder, "Why didn't you say that? Bloody hell no wonder you were so fuckin-" He stopped himself and the hand on your shoulder moved up to cup your face. "I'm sorry, I would have been more considerate if I'd known. I should have asked you before, I just assumed and I'm sorry."
There was regret in those blue depths and you were quick to try to put them at ease, "No John, it's fine. It was amazing actually. It's not your fault I honestly didn't even think about it at the time. Hell it was kind of hard to, could barely think about what I was doing in the moment, certainly couldn't think about what I'd done in the past." You laughed a bit then, a hint of nervousness tainting the smile on your face that he could see written plainly.
The hand cupping your face pulled you closer, his eyes staring down at your lips, still swollen from your time in the truck though the redness had faded. "Amazing huh?" The nervous smile fell from your mouth and his gaze followed the movement. You swallowed dryly as you nodded out a yes and found yourself watching his mouth too, "That was nothing, Love, let me show you something though." You melted at his words as he leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to your lips. It was different from the one you'd shared in the truck when he'd been driving into you with reckless abandon. This was softer, more consistent and less urgent. You knew, without a shadow of a doubt, he was going to take his sweet time this time around.
The scrambling hands and teasing tongue from last time were gone. The man in front of you had flipped some kind of switch and was running a marathon now rather than the blinding sprint you'd been at last time. The hand on your face drifted slowly down your side, wrapping around your back along with the other hand and pulling you closer. Urging you into his bare chest until you were lifting a leg to straddle him, taking a seat on his thighs as if he were your throne. Your arms wrapped around his neck, laying behind him on the back of the couch while his mouth worked to send shivers coursing through you. God the man wasn't doing anything but rubbing hands up and down your back and pressing gentle kisses to your lips and you were already more than willing for a third round. Hell if he had asked you right then you'd have told him you would go ten rounds with him if that's what he wanted. You'd have given John the world in that moment, you'd have given him anything if only he would ask.
Please just ask, 'Anything, I'll do anything, whatever you want. Please just-' Your silent prayer was answered as he pulled away from your lips, eyes ablaze as he watched you try to trail after him and only stopping when his forehead pressed against yours. "Let me take care of you tonight? I'll make it right this time."
The answer slipped out of your lips without even thinking about it, "Please, anything you want from me."
His head shook against you and he insisted then, "This isn't about me, Love. I want to take care of you like no one else ever has. Not for me but for you. Will you let me do that?"
This time you paused, forcing your mind to play the words over in your head before you gave him an answering nod. "Yes, John. I want you to take care of me." His eyes closed at your answer, obviously trying to reign some kind of reaction in before he smiled and his lips lifted to find yours again. It was achingly slow still, almost painfully so. When you rocked your hips against him in an attempt to put urgency into his actions he only lowered his hands to your hips and held you still. And when you finally felt his tongue teasing against your lips you nearly came apart then and there.
You felt a smile on his mouth, the prickly hairs of his beard irritating your own shorter stubble. He explored your mouth with care this time. Mapping each section like a cartographer, seemingly intent on memorizing everything. It was, in short terms, the greatest kiss you'd ever had. In longer terms it was the make-out session you dreamed of, the heat of bare skin pressed against each other, hands drifting slowly across scarred skin on both sides of the battlefield, taking careful stock of the way each muscle moved and where exactly it was like if they didn't it would change without them noticing. The world was reduced to just two people, the sounds of the night went silent, the ache that had been present in both of their bodies just minutes before had disappeared. It was only John and you, nothing else mattered and nothing else existed and for a flickering moment you wondered if you'd ever feel this again without him.
Movement barely even registered as his hands ran underneath your thighs, holding tight as he stood up. You pressed closer, refusing to let his mouth leave yours for fear it wouldn't return. You'd calmed your urgency at his silent request but you weren't willing to compromise on this front. You needed contact, you needed to feel him against you otherwise you knew the fire in your limbs would consume you whole. He seemed more than willing to accommodate though, never missing a beat as he headed down a hall. He stopped only for a moment to press your back into the wall, hips grinding into yours, friction you hadn't even realized you'd needed anymore making you moan into his open mouth.
So he held you there for a few minutes, your ankles locked around his waist while he forced you back into the wall, for the first time allowing the urgency back into his actions. Allowing you to feel the need that was mirrored in him too, it wasn't just you who was drunk on the feeling and the sensations coursing through every nerve ending. He was struggling to keep himself under control just as much as he was struggling to keep you at bay as well. Cold air slammed into the skin of your back, making you arc into his chest at the feeling. He hummed against your mouth, teeth grazing over your bottom lip as he turned into a room. A moment later you heard the creaking of wood beneath the weight of two men who were built to serve. John's knee pressed into the bed before he braced himself with a hand and laid your back against a soft comforter. Your legs were still wrapped around his hips, refusing to release him even when he broke away from your lips and trailed a line of gentle pecks down your jaw and neck and then running the length of your collarbone.
When he reached your shoulder he whispered against your burning skin, "Need you to let me go, Love." You shook your head, legs locking tighter around him and pulling his hips flush to yours, the both of you moaning at the friction of your needy rocking. He finally got himself back under control and whispered again, "Only for a moment. Just need to grab something for you, ok? I'm not going anywhere I promise." He pushed himself up then, looking down at you with the most sincere expression you'd ever seen. You relented, loosening your hold on him and watching him slide to the edge of the bed, rustling around in a drawer before finally he returned. Settling himself snugly between your thighs once again and picking up right where he left off, not even affording you the courtesy of seeing what it was he had even gotten.
All was forgotten the moment his mouth returned to the burning fire that was threatening to consume you. His lips were aloe for your need, for your body that was so starved for touch he was pulling you apart at the seams now with barely any effort. Your fingers held fast to his back, wanting him closer despite his chest already covering your own. There was no closer and yet it was all you could hear your drunken mind begging for.
Lips moved further down, pushing your arm up to kiss at a scar he'd found that ran from your bicep through your tricep and down to your lat. You'd thought the nerves dead long ago but the second his mouth worked along it, nipping, licking, and kissing they suddenly came back to life and cried for something more. You were putty in his expert hands and he was remaking you in whatever image he saw fit. His mouth trailing back up your side to kiss along the underside of your pectoral until you felt a warm tongue dragging flat across your nipple. "God!" You pressed closer to his mouth, feeling the smile on his lips and the burn of his beard. No one had ever done that to you before, but damn if that wasn't about to change.
John wouldn't let that stand for a second longer it seemed. His teeth nipped at the sensitive bud dragging another groan out of your open mouth. Sucking it into his mouth with a hum of delight at your quiet gasp. His teeth held it captive, tongue flicking across it till you were squirming beneath his touch. A hand that had been working to keep you from grinding your hips into his slid slowly up your other side, running calluses over your other nipple for a quick moment before continuing its journey up. The feel of it running along the delicate skin of your neck had you biting your lip to keep from begging. His mouth finally released your sensitive, now hardened, nipple from between his teeth and you felt the burning gaze traveling up your skin before he murmured against you, "You didn't tell me you were so sensitive. If I'd known I'd have had you squirming like this a lot sooner."
You glance down to catch sight of that burning gaze before answering back with a quick, "I didn't know. I-I-" You gasp when his mouth returns and cuts off your words. What had once been aloe was now gasoline, stoking the flames and sending burning flecks of ash into the air in great plumes. The hand cupping your neck was sliding up further, running across the stubble of your jaw before his thumb grazed your bottom lip. The rough pad of his finger making you ache for something much further down. You tilt your chin down and suck the thumb into your mouth, tongue swirling over the rough skin just as it had once swirled over the head of his cock. He was obviously remembering that moment cause he groaned into your flesh, mouth pulling off of you to watch your own work. Slowly pumping his thumb in and out of your lips, before he pulled it away and replaced it with two fingers instead. Sliding over the top of your tongue until they could reach no further, almost gagging on the long, thick digits as he slipped them between your wet lips, listening to the obscene sound of your mouth.
When his mouth moved to your other nipple you were blind sided. Chest pressing up into his mouth again as you whined into his fingers that were still pumping into your mouth steadily. His tongue teased and flicked, lips sucked and kissed, his teeth nipped and held you until you were aching for more. One hand no longer able to hold your grinding hips at bay as you rocked both of your hardened members together through your jeans. It wasn't until his mouth left that you realized he had been slowly sliding himself down your body. Kissing along as he went, tongue dipping into the valley of your abdominals before his lips found your navel and pressed a kiss over the top of it. His breath running over your happy trail and driving you insane. "Please John I need you, I-I can't wait anymore."
The man looked up at you, head tilting before he answered, "Yes you can Love. Trust me." And fuckin hell you did, how could you not? This was easily the best night you'd ever had, and undoubtedly it was the best sex you'd ever had. You finally managed a nod to which he smiled, his fingers working on your zipper and the button of your jeans, undoing the both of them while he continued laying soft kisses to your burning skin, once more soothing the fire there. His arms wrapped around to your back, lifting you just enough to slide the rough fabric over the swell of your ass before he slid down, pulling them off as he went. That was the first time you'd been fully unclothed in front of him all night, and he was drinking in the sight, near drowning in it. His finger ran along a scar across the top of your foot, small and barely noticeable among the others that littered your skin. "How'd you get this one Marine?"
You glanced down at it, thinking for a moment before you answered, "Stepped on a nail when I was a kid. Didn't have any shoes on. Thought my dad was gonna beat me to death after he got the bill for the tetanus shot and the emergency room visit." There was a smile on his face at the information before his eyes slid up, stopping at a scar on your knee. Even as he pressed his fingers against it, it stayed numb. You doubted anything would ever bring those nerves back to life. When you saw the question in his eyes you explained it as well, "Me and my brother were playing baseball in the yard. Slid on a patch of, they're called sweet gumballs, tore my knee to shreds. I think I was eight then, maybe nine. Even hit the concrete on the driveway on that one." You stopped and smiled at the memory before you added with a hint of pride in your voice, "Got the ball though." He chuckled a bit and nodded, sliding his hands up your thighs to run fingernails over the puffy scar along your hip. "That was a bullet on my second tour, Afghanistan. Thought it shot my dick off at first, my squad had to assure me it was in fact still there."
There was a genuine laugh then, his shoulders bouncing a bit at the movement as he shook his head and glanced down at the throbbing length in question and nodding slowly, "Looks like it's there to me yeah." His fingers grazed over the hot flesh, watching it jump at the sensation with a smirk. It felt like it took hours for him to finally reach forward and run the rough pads of his fingertips over the sensitive skin. You let out a loud moan at it, bucking up into his hands with desire that for a moment had been quelled but now was returning with a vengeance. Eyes shut tight, head tilted back, and hips arcing up into his touch you were oblivious as he leaned down.
At least until you felt the warm tongue slide up your length, tasting the sweat that was coating your skin and the precum that had been leaking all over your member. Your fingers flew to his head, trying desperately to get a hold of his cropped hair but finding nothing there to actually hold on to. It was infuriating, and the way his tongue teased the head of your weeping cock was almost cruel. Your mouth was opened and begging before you even knew you were going to do it. "God please, John. I'm so close already, I need to cum. Please let me cum. Please let me-" He cut off your strangled pleads as his mouth slipped over the head and down the shaft. Taking all of you in so quickly you nearly came apart there. You felt his throat tightening around you, your hips bucking up into his open mouth before his hands were moving up to your chest. One stopping to play with your still hardened nipples and the other continuing on to slide past your lips. Letting you suck and choke on the digits as you saw fit. He was humming around your length, sending shocks over it that had your hands shaking on top of his head and fingers clawing for purchase.
When his fingers slipped out of your mouth you couldn't stop the moans that clawed up your throat as his head bobbed along your length. His tongue was sliding across every vein it could reach, catching along the ridge every time he was pulling off. It was sinful the way this man could make you feel and you'd only known him for a few hours now. His fingers still flicked across the sensitive buds when you felt him dragging a finger along your entrance. Saliva trailed along the tight ring of muscle. You tensed as his finger tried to slide in, his mouth pulling off as he looked down. Blue eyes glanced up to your pleasure filled face, red and glistening with sweat. "You've gotta relax, Marine, I've got you, let me take care of you." You nodded but even as you did you couldn't relax your body, every nerve ending on fire and almost every muscle twitching in anticipation.
You were far past overstimulated at this point, you were absolutely helpless beneath him and writhing in hopes he'd have mercy on you. His fingers that were tweaking the sensitive bud stopped, your eyes shutting tight and a quiet sob pulling out of your mouth. "Hey," his now free hand reached up, running along the bone of your cheek in an attempt to soothe. "Do you want me to stop, Love?"
Your head shook desperately, "No, no please don't." You pushed yourself up on your elbows, looking down where his fingers were just out of reach, their warmth still radiating against your skin. Sitting up all the way you pulled his face down towards yours, mouths an inch away. "Don't stop now, don't ever stop."
He smiled, baiting you closer before his lips pulled back again and he whispered, "Get on your stomach then, Marine." John held firm then as you pressed closer, stealing a kiss from his perfectly shaped lips. Rocking against the erection you could feel held at bay only by a couple layers of fabric.
When you finally pulled away he was still smiling, watching every move you made and you got the uncanny feeling you were being hunted. A feeling you weren't used to, the predator didn't often become the prey, but John was making you more than willing to step outside your usual comfort zone. Your mouth was dry as you stared down the lion before you, until you slid back along the bed and rolled over. The anxiety of having that burning stare along your back was almost too much as you glanced back over your shoulder. Before you could find him though a hand grabbed the back of your head, stopping you from looking at whatever he was doing. "I'll take care of you, Love, trust me."
There was that request again, trust him. You couldn't help but oblige as you nodded and slowly his fingers released you. Forearms crossing in front of you as you lay your forehead down to rest on them, awaiting whatever he had in store for you. You felt his hands run across the muscles of your back. His hands skimmed over your skin with some kind of oil letting even his calloused fingers glide smoothly over you. He kneaded at the tension in your back, thumbs pressing into the knotted muscles. All the anticipation he'd wound into the fiber of your being was melting away under his fingertips.
At least until you felt the prickly hairs of his beard scratching across the skin of your glutes and then his lips that always followed to soothe the burn. He swapped to the other cheek as he settled between your thighs, chest pressing down into the bed while you felt his elbows on either side of your hips. Oh fuck. Just as you realized what exactly he was doing, his tongue ran over your tight hole. The tension came back in an instant but he was even quicker. His tongue dipped inside as you clenched around him and moaned at the feeling, "Oh God."
You felt him hum before he slipped out, answering quickly, "No Love just me," before he returned to the work you were fairly certain he was born to do. God had given him a talent and he seemed hell bent on showing you just how well he could use it.
In seconds he had you pressing backwards, ass lifting into the air. He followed without complaint, hands holding on to you while you writhed beneath his tongue. Quickly becoming a moaning mess of a man. It didn't take but a few more minutes before you were reaching back, needing something to hold on to with the headboard and sides of the bed out of reach. Something, anything, you needed something solid to keep you sane and grounded in the present so you didn't float away on cloud nine. He answered the silent request, you were too busy moaning into the comforter to verbalize it, as he pulled a hand off your hip and laced his fingers through yours.
A minute later his other hand released your hip, you certainly weren't going anywhere with one hand holding his, the other running through your own hair while your face pressed into the bed to quiet the moans, gasps, and groans you couldn't seem to hold at bay anymore. You didn't feel it again until he had a freshly lubed hand wrapped around your aching cock, giving it a firm squeeze before running the length of it. "John, John, John," it was all you could manage, a mantra you knew you would never forget. He was devouring your very soul, you were convinced. If this man had been the devil incarnate you would have happily strolled into Hell without a second thought.
Your arm shifted, pushing yourself up so you could gaze down the length of your abdomen. Watching the hungry man behind you, his beard was scratching against the expanse of your skin every time you saw his chin move. Spit dripped down to where he was working your length with fervor, adding to the mix of lube and precum along your shaft. You were so close, you could feel all the pressure at the base of your cock just aching to be released, holding back for a reason you didn’t even know. The man positioned behind you though, he could read everything about you without even needing to see your face. His mouth pulled away for only a quick moment before he growled out, “Cum for me Marine. It’s ok, go ahead.”
And you were tipping over the edge for the third time that night, entire body tensing and hips bucking forward into his slick palm. You muffled the moan with the bed, hiding your face in the comforter as you gasped into the plush material. His hand squeezed yours, reminding you that he was there while his other hand continued stroking along your length, milking everything out of you that he could. When you had given everything you could to him his hand finally left your quickly softening member, grabbing at your hip just as your muscles finally went limp. He held you up with one hand until his other hand freed itself from your tight grip to guide you to lay on your side so you didn’t collapse into your own release.
His footsteps were quiet against the hardwood floors, or maybe that was just because your ears were ringing so loud it covered the noise. Truly you couldn’t care less, too exhausted from your third orgasm of the night and wanting only to chase the sleep that was doing its best to elude you. When you felt his warmth nearing again you opened tired eyes to watch him lean over you, wiping at the thick white streaks on the dark comforter and cleaning it off as best he could with a rag. You watched quietly, too tired to speak and it seemed he was content with letting you lay there as well, for now at least. He disappeared from your field of view, moving around behind you. So, you rolled over, body shifting slowly across the sheets until you were on your back, looking at his still half-clothed body as he laid the rag on the nightstand along with the bottle of lube he had used.
Blue eyes found your exhausted face, watching as you put on a lazy smile, grinning like a cat up at him. John smirked at the expression, squatting beside the bed as you rolled over to meet him, “I’m surprised you’re still awake Marine.”
You rolled your shoulders, eyes shutting before you managed to croak out with a dry voice, “Never out of the fight.” You opened your eyes again to see a curious expression on his face, not even realizing what you’d said. He didn’t press though, merely standing up and disappearing from view again. Footsteps echoed down the hall, your eyes shutting again as exhaustion tried to claim you once more. And for a few sweet moments it did, you didn’t even remember the other man coming back into the room, not until you felt the bed shift behind you and strong arms were wrapping around your limp frame.
He pulled you with ease up the bed, until your back was flush with his firm chest. His clothes were stripped off, naked behind you and part of you ached to see him in his full glory standing in front of you. John had other plans though, your unfinished bottle of water from earlier in his hand as he lifted it to your lips. His breath tickled your ear as he whispered, “Drink.” You obeyed, lips pressing to the mouth of the bottle as he tilted it up letting you drink a few sips before he sat it down on the nightstand beside y'all.
As he shifted behind you, your hips rolled back into him, seeking more of the pleasant warmth that radiated off of him. He was still rock hard, for some reason you had just assumed he had found his release as well. Your brows furrowed and your eyes opened, sleep refusing to accept you into its arms now as you turned your head and looked up into the ocean of blue. “You didn’t finish?” The man glanced down the length of your front as if just realizing it himself before he simply shrugged.
“Guess not,” his deep voice answered simply, blue eyes still taking in your form lazily.
You reached for him but a firm grip on your wrist stopped you, his head shaking slowly. “John I’m not gonna just let you sit there like that. Let me help you.”
A hint of a smile had his beard and mustache twitching as he returned your hand to your thigh, covering the back of it with his own and rubbing circles against your skin with his thumb. Again his head shook, “I’m fine right now. I’d rather just look at you to be quite honest.” Your mind went blank, tongue flicking out to wet your dry, chapped lips. It took several seconds before he finally said, “Besides I’m not done with you yet anyway. Just giving you a chance to rest, Love.” He felt you tense in front of him, his lips pressing to the space just behind your ear, “I told you in the truck Marine. I’m gonna fuckin ruin you.”
You didn’t think it possible as heat flooded your veins again, feeling a small twitch in your still soft member. “Fuck John, I don’t think I can go again. I’m so damn tired,” he pressed another kiss behind your ear on the other side. Warmth was radiating into you from him, only adding fire to the flame currently being stoked from the embers of your last climax. You tilted your head, giving him more skin to mark and kiss like a madman. “How in the hell do you even do that? I was going to sleep not even five minutes ago.”
Lips smiled against your skin, his breath licking over your sweat slicked flesh as if he was the wildfire in your limbs, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just making sure you’re satisfied.” Fingers massaged against your thighs, relaxing you back into his chest. “Making sure you’re sated,” his breath ran over a wet patch of your neck where he’d just finish sucking another mark into your skin. His fingers moved up to press into your stomach, pulling you back against his rock hard erection. “Making sure you never forget me,” he whispered against your ear and when you grinded back against him you felt his cock jump against the small of your back. He’d already been inside you once but you honestly weren’t sure if you could fit around him again.
Fingers tweaked your nipple, dragging your attention to where his chin was resting on your shoulder. Your own semi was starting to stand at attention again, and honestly you weren’t sure how but damnit if he thought he could get you to another mind blowing orgasm who were you to disagree. Apparently he knew you better than even you knew yourself so fuck it, you’d let him do whatever the hell he wanted. His eyes watched hungrily as you reacted to every shift of his hips, every touch of his fingers against your overstimulated skin, and every time his beard scraped against your bare shoulder.
He stopped for just a moment, leaning over to the nightstand to grab the bottle of lube he’d set down earlier. You watched as he slicked his fingers with it, glancing at his lust filled eyes before he settled back behind you. He pressed a hand against the inside of your thigh, pushing them apart and watching as his finger teased against your entrance. Lips pressed against your neck as he slid one inside. Your body was so exhausted, you had no idea where the energy to move came from but your heels pressed hard into the bed, lifting your hips so he could press further inside you. His thighs slid beneath yours before you could sit back on the bed, keeping you up as he slowly worked his finger inside of you.
Your teeth sucked in your bottom lip, a hum rumbling in your throat. John’s freehand was running over every inch of skin he could reach, the calluses catching on the short hairs around your stomach. Almost as soon as you were comfortable with one thick finger he pressed another inside of you. “Shite,” the voice behind you rumbled when you clenched down around him. His knees held yours apart, refusing to let you lay back down against the soft sheets. Instead he kept you pressed hard against his chest, rocking back into his engorged erection that you knew had to be aching for attention. His fingers scissored inside you, stretching you, readying you, and had you not already been fucked out three times you knew you would have climaxed already. Especially when he was curling those thick digits into the bundle of nerves that were driving shocks of pleasure through your now hardened and leaking member.
When he pulled out you tilted your face to press your mouth against his neck, whining into the rapid pulse you could feel throbbing just below the skin. “Hold on Love,” he muttered, grabbing the bottle again before he spread the slick liquid over his shaft. You pressed back against the hand working himself, his erection pressing between your ass cheeks and drawing out a needy groan from the other man. “Still so needy and I’ve already had you cumming three times?” He grinded up to meet the roll of your hips drawing out another whine from you against his glistening neck. “This is a marathon Marine, not a sprint.” His hand drug the blunt tip of his cock across your entrance, both slicked by copious amounts of lube. Pressing hard against the tight ring of muscle he growled into your ear, “Gonna make you cum so hard you never stop thinking about me.”
He slid the tip inside, your eyes jumping open to look down at his cock slowly disappearing inside your stretched hole. Inch by inch it filled you, pressing against every dark corner and causing your mouth to fall open in a strangled cry. Quiet gasps escaping your lips. It wasn’t until he was fully seated inside you and grinding his hips into yours that you groaned, feeling his mouth near the back of your neck. He was panting already too, the prickly hairs setting your skin alight. Fuck he felt so good inside you when his hands lifted you off his lap, your own limbs refusing to cooperate anymore.
Your legs were spread, draped over either side of his thighs, head leaning back against his shoulder. He was holding you up, his thrusts slow but every time he bottomed out his hips would grind up against you. You were panting quiet praises into the air that you weren’t sure were actually even English anymore, every word felt foreign in your mouth. This man had broken you down so completely you weren’t even sure you knew which way was up and which was down anymore.
Lips groaned next to your ear, words spilling out that you weren’t sure he could have stopped even if he’d wanted to. “”M Love, so tight. So bloody perfect,” a high moan was driven out of you when he slammed his hips up to meet yours, “‘M sorry, need to hear you. Don’t stop making those sexy little noises.” He finally let you down as his hips returned to the bed, sitting impaled on his cock. You rolled your hips, burning the last of your energy just to hear him moan out the moniker he’d been using for you. "Oh fuck Marine. Never getting tired of this. I'll fuck you like this every night, I'll turn you into a limp little mess whenever you ask me to."
He rolled then, laying you down on your side right in front of him. His hand grabbing your thigh to drape it over his raised knee, one hand holding tight to the muscle there. He slid his other forearm underneath your neck, the fingers wrapping around your throat with a gentle squeeze. His face was just inches above yours, sweat gathering at the tip of his nose before his mouth dove to find yours. Lips glided against your own, tongue re-discovering the corners of your mouth. All the while he was pulling out far enough that only the head of his thick member was left inside of you before pressing hard back into your deepest depths.
It was an achingly slow pace, nothing like the first time when you both had only been chasing a much needed high. This was simply enjoying the feel of one another, the way your bodies fit together so perfectly. Sweat slicked skin having you slipping against one another. There was no urgency though, no desperate slapping of skin on skin. He was driving into you, bottoming out on every thrust and grinding against you to emphasize each and every one.
Neither of you realized it yet but he was rewiring you, just as you were doing the same to him. A one night stand that had developed so far past that already with the time you’d spent together. There was a need that was being seeded in both of your minds, taking root and sprouting with every word of praise, every moan, and every time he hit that bundle of nerves deep inside you. 
Tears were threatening to spill down your cheeks, your mind flooding with so much euphoria you weren’t sure how to even deal with it anymore. Both of your mouth’s relented then, John speaking first, “Bloody hell Love, I’m so close. Need you to cum for me. Can you do that?” Your head was nestled in the crook of his elbow now, desperately nodding until you remembered the last time you’d fail to answer with your words. "Cum for me, Love, let me see that gorgeous face you make every," he impaled you with a hard thrust, his cock running over the place that was turning your vision into sparks. Every word now was accentuated with a slide along those desperate and delicate nerves as he continued, "Single. Time. You. Come. Apart."
You panted into the air then, tears spilling from your eyes. One hand was wrapped behind you, fingers digging into the flesh of his ass while the other had tangled into the sheets so hard you were sure you heard it ripping. Your voice was yelling out a desperate answer for him now, “Yes, ‘M- Gonna, I-I’m-'' It hit you like a tidal wave. Not even a hand near your weeping cock as ropes of white painted the dark comforter you were both lying on. Your entire body clenched around him, stiffening as your cock throbbed with the orgasm flooding through you.
His forehead fell down against your exposed neck, quiet moans flitting out across the sensitive skin as he pressed deep inside you and pulled you back with the hand that had been on your thigh. He came hard, and you could feel every single spray of it against your walls. Both of your chests were heaving, John’s forearm pulling you back flush against his body where it had wrapped around your torso. His knee finally fell, your own leg laying draped over his still. Unable to gather the energy to move yourself you were completely at the Brit’s mercy, shocks still rocking through your softening member until you had been milked completely dry of everything you had.
The man behind you didn’t move for a long time, his cock still inside you, plugging his release even though you could feel some of it already dripping out of you. The both of you were well and truly fucked out, nothing left to give and unable to move. At least not for a while anyway. When he finally did move behind you, pulling out slowly and earning a whimper from your mouth, his voice rumbled out, “I’m sorry, Love.” His words were slurred with exhaustion but apparently he was better off than you were. Hell you couldn’t even manage a single word and he was piecing together whole sentences.
He leaned back, his hand knocking something off the nightstand that he didn’t bother to pick up. When he rolled back over his fingers slipped into your hair, running over the locks and smoothing them back and off your forehead. He was trying to distract you and when you felt the damp rag pressing against your sore entrance you immediately knew why. Gentle fingers cleaned you up, his lips pressed against your sweaty hair and shushing your quiet whines until he had finally cleaned up the mess he’d made between your cheeks.
The rag ran over the mess you’d made as well, wiping it up before he tossed it back onto the nightstand, too tired to bother with it anymore. John pulled the comforter and sheets down as far as he could with you still laying on top of them, a boneless form incapable of even pushing yourself up to help him. He didn’t seem to mind though, just quietly arranging your limbs one at a time underneath the warmth of the covers and settling in behind you. An arm wrapped around your torso, the other underneath your head. You were asleep in a matter of seconds after that, every limb suffering under the weight of exhaustion.
You don't know what woke you, no sun filtered in through the windows, the streets outside were quiet, and no animals made so much as a peep and yet somehow your eyes still opened to the moonlit room. Exhaustion still flooded every limb, shoulders sagging, eyelids aching to close again but your internal alarm clock was going off, sunrise was near so it was time to wake up. You always woke up at the same time every day, whether you were technically supposed to be off or not didn't matter, it was a pattern ingrained in you since BUD/S. Well truly it was there well before that but that was when your easy to sleep and easy to rise had benefited you the most, accompanied by an internal clock that was so finely tuned you were rarely ever late for anything. A deep yawn racked your body, muscles tensing in the most subtle stretch you could manage so you didn't wake John.
The man behind you was still out cold, neither of you even having moved in the middle of the night. When you shifted forward you had to cover your mouth with a hand to muffle the whine, an ache from the night before reaching deep inside you. Damn you had felt like a god in the moment when he'd grinded and pulled you back to meet him, it had been unlike anything you'd ever felt. Now though every corner he had reached felt more like a curse, almost like he'd bruised you on every inch of skin he'd touched and when you looked down you noticed several on the outside, it only made sense that they were mirrored inside as well. Maybe it was because of how many times you had reached the finish line, you honestly weren't sure. You'd never had someone fuck you literally all night before. It had probably only been an hour or two since you'd fallen asleep. You had never let anyone inside of you before either, so all of this, all of these feelings and aches, were new territory to you. Maybe this was how it always felt when you bottomed for someone, unable to stifle the ache that sat deep and every muscle seeming to ache from overuse. Something in you doubted it though, convincing you that this feeling was unique to the man who had given it to you. To John.
There was a smile that pulled at your mouth then, mind wanting you to find out and test the waters. He was so warm, pressed flush against your back, his body draped over you with a frame that wasn't much bigger than your own but somehow still made even you feel small. When you moved again you could feel his naked length run across your skin, every inch of him bare and warm and igniting the once dead fire in your limbs. How in the hell did he do that? Making you so ready to go again even when your body and mind both knew that they needed to take a break, to rest after the night before. The man wasn't even awake for godsakes, he wasn't moving, he wasn't talking, hell you couldn’t hear not even the slightest snore from him. A thought crossed your mind, seeing yourself rolling over, waking him with a mouth around his length and a smile on your face. Now that was certainly a thought, and damn if you didn't want to try it. Slowly you pulled his arm off of your torso, glancing back cautiously with every movement and being careful not to wake him until you were ready.
Just as you had extricated yourself from his grasp a buzz came from the floor. A few short beeps and then three longer ones followed by another three short. Fuck. You turned away from the naked man behind you still wrapped in the sheets and scrambled for your jeans. Searching the pockets quickly you pulled out the phone just before the call could end and answered. You pressed the speaker to your ear and slipped out of the room on deadly quiet feet before croaking out a quiet, "Hello?" Damn if your throat wasn't aching too, voice a mess after the night before. He'd certainly used every bit of you.
You leaned against the wall as the distorted caller on the other end answered, "New assignment. Be at the North Tower in thirty minutes for your mission brief."
They went quiet as did you, dread building in your stomach as you asked, "I'm leaving the UK? For good?"
"Affirmative, you're being reassigned. Hope you've got your summer gear Speck, your new post is gonna be hot as Hell." Your head tilted back against the wall, eyes shutting tight at the information. There it was, the second he'd found something worth sticking around for at least for a bit and they were pulling him out of the country to go suffer in a war zone that not even your country was willing to fight for. Typical.
Finally you answered, "I'll be there, sir. Packing up now, be there in thirty." You ended the call, hand lowering with the phone still in it, the other lifting to your brow as you tried to rub away a headache that was just starting. When you finally pushed yourself off the wall and went back to the room John was still dead to the world, body positioned just like you had left it. Part of you wanted to wake him then, tell him you had to leave and offer him your number at least but what was the point? You were never coming back here, serves you fuckin right though. Never should have come here with him in the first place, at least then you wouldn't know what you had and would be missing. You always knew it would happen eventually and you were hitting the three month mark already of your easy post in the UK.
So instead of disturbing his peaceful slumber you grabbed your jeans and underwear off the floor pulling them on quietly. Then you grabbed your socks and boots, heading down the hall to the living room where you pulled them on with a lump in your throat. You grabbed the shirt off the ground near the garage door, flipping it inside out so the tell tale sign of a good night wasn't on display to the world. Calling a cab you stood by the front door quietly, arms crossed and fingers tapping against your bicep nervously. There was a table right beside the door, a bowl of miscellaneous objects sitting on top including a pen and some sticky notes. Your eyes flicked back down the hall, some twisted part of you wishing he had woken up before now but no he still wasn't there. So you grabbed the pen, jotting down a few quick words and left the best night of your life behind forever, knowing you'd never find anything like it again.
------- (Price POV)
Light began to filter into the room from the blinds turning the darkness behind his eyelids into a hue of orange. At first he laid in the content state between sleep and wakefulness. It was the first time he'd been fully satisfied and sated in he wasn't even sure how long. It wasn't until he noticed that the reason for his contentment was no longer there that his eyes finally opened to take in the view.
He expected to see you, laying maybe out of his arms now but still there at least. You were not. Instead he found only an empty space in front of him. Hand running over the space where he'd tucked you in against his chest last night. Well more like a couple hours ago really. The void you'd left in his bed was still warm, so you were still here then. But when he listened everything was strangely quiet. No hint of noise vibrated the air, no creaking floorboards or the voices from the TV.
Brunette brows furrowed before he pushed himself up in the bed. Groaning at the soreness of his muscles, so that had been real then, not just his dreams or imagination like he'd begun to fear. He slid to the side, standing up from the edge of the bed and stepping into the bathroom with a soft and questioning, "Marine?" No answer and no sign of you, and that was what worried him.
John stepped back into the bedroom, eyes looking across the empty floor as he grabbed his jeans and pulled them on, that was when he felt his stomach drop. Your jeans were gone which could have been explained by you just not wanting to wall around his house naked. But when he noticed your boots and socks were gone too he swallowed hard. The front door creaked on its hinges, just barely audible down the hall but it was audible. He turned the corner into the hall when he heard it shut, taking the long dark passageway back to the living room. Blue eyes looked around nervously, "Marine?" His voice was louder this time, almost begging for an answer before his eyes found the front door. A sticky note was pressed onto the door and he pulled it off quickly reading the hastily scrawled out note:
"I hate to do this to you and I'm sorry for it because you deserve better, but duty calls and I've gotta answer. Thank you for the great night John, you've made a lot of things worth it."
That was it? That was all he got? He flipped the post-it over staring at the beginning of the note you'd left him and then to the other side where it ended. He heard the engine of a car outside and fumbled with the door handle, jerking it open to watch a cab cruising off. You didn’t even look up and you certainly didn't look at him. Part of him was glad you didn't so you couldn't see the dismay written on his face, the momentary weakness. The other part wished you could have seen him standing there, silently pleading for you to come back, to change your mind and forget about whatever he had done to scare you off.
What had he done to scare you off though. You'd been content in his arms the night before, asleep the second he'd wrapped himself around you. You had been eager and willing with everything he'd done as you had quite literally begged him to never stop. And yet there you went, riding off in a cab for somewhere he wouldn't be able to follow. If you'd needed a ride why hadn't you just woken him up, he had driven you to his home and he'd done so with every intention of helping you get back to wherever you wanted this morning.
He stood there for a long time, too long in reality. It was a one night stand, or at least it had been for you it seemed, for John it had been a chance at more, a hook to keep you reeled in. He felt used and a little voice in his mind told him he shouldn't have expected much more. John never invited people over to his home, that was his safe place away from everything else, and he certainly didn't have one night stands with strangers. The man rarely managed to open himself up enough to sleep with anyone nowadays even when he was in a relationship though those were few and far between nowadays. Things like that made him vulnerable, and that kind of vulnerability affected his decisions both in the field and out of it. People got killed when he opened himself up, but for just a moment he'd thought he could risk it just for a chance to see your teary eyes roll back in your head as he took you apart piece by piece every night.
Time was lost with how long he stood there in his doorway staring down the empty road after a cab that had already disappeared. It was long enough for his neighbor next door to leave for work, casting him weird looks as he walked out to his car in the driveway. He'd probably heard the two of you in the garage last night, he often complained about the loud echo from the radio he kept on in there when John was working on some kind of project. Apparently his bedroom was close enough that anything happening in there was almost like he was on the other side of a thin apartment wall.
Finally though he shut the door slowly, turning the lock and taking a couple steps back, staring blankly at the door. His eyes cast down to the sticky note in his hand, you hadn't even given him your name. His eyes were a blank stare but his mind ran through countless things, remembering every word you'd said to him the night before. He'd expected to have more time this morning to talk but you hadn't even given him the opportunity. What could he have possibly done to scare you off like that? Had he said something in his sleep? Done something he didn't remember? Oh God what if he'd had a night terror and hurt you and not even remembered it?
His stomach dropped at the thought, at even the mere possibility he could have caused you pain. But then there was the note, he looked back down at it, glaring hard at the words written there. "I hate to do this to you and I'm sorry for it because you deserve better, but duty calls and I've gotta answer. Thank you for the great night John, you've made a lot of things worth it." You had basically said right there that this was your decision, and you'd done it even though you knew it was wrong. What the hell did, "You've made a lot of things worth it," even mean?
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Drowning In The Depths
Sorry it took me so long yall, I have been sick af and with school starting back it is kicking my ass. Gotta love them STEM degrees, know what I mean?
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Part 12
Pairing: Captain Price x Male!Reader
WC: 18.3k
Synopsis: Who said Price gotta be the Captain all the time? I am so sorry in advance
Warnings: NSFW 18+ smut, blood, canon typical violence
Darkness swallowed the team as everyone jostled against one another in the back. Well, almost everyone. Price and Gaz had both taken up positions in buildings on the North and South sides of the building in their individual sniper’s nest. Fuckin snipers. You had to stop yourself from snickering at the thought of the two of them laying on the floor the past day as if they were statues. It couldn’t be comfortable, that was for sure. 
You stopped yourself though, sniffing as you reached up to wipe at your nose and look around the dark compartment of the van. Konig was sitting next to you on the bench the team had apparently earned after your last successful mission. It certainly made the ride more comfortable as Watcher navigated through the darkened and ghostly quiet streets outside. The terrible thunderstorms overhead were the cause of it this time, and just as the thought crossed your mind a strike of lightning flashed just over Konig’s head where you could just barely see the windshield of the van. His dark hood was hanging loose as he leaned forward between the front two seats to whisper quietly with the young man who was driving, deep in conversation as he took another turn.
Meanwhile Soap and Ghost sat on the bench across from y’all. The bigger man had his knife out as he meticulously, or rather obsessively, honed the edge to a razor-like finish. His black gloved finger ran over the spine of the knife, catching on the serrations that were closer to the hilt before his gaze shot up to find you. The man truly had a sixth sense and it was beyond freaky now. Hazel eyes narrowed into slits as he caught you staring, a smattering of thoughts were undoubtedly going on behind that sharp gaze, before Soap captured his attention completely by tapping his knee against Ghost’s and whispering something into the other man’s ear. The Ghost-whisperer it would seem for he had tamed the wild beast in front of you with merely a touch and a couple words.
The big one certainly had his death stare mastered though, good lord. Your head shook subtly as you suppressed a shiver before you shifted back along the bench and leaned forward with your rifle laying across your thighs while Cerberus laid underneath the bench right beneath you. His nose knocked against your calf as he lifted his head to find your gaze, a slight tilt to it as he expected some command to come from you. There was nothing to tell him right now, not yet anyway. When no order came though the Dutch Shepherd’s tongue lolled for a moment until you reached down to run your fingers over his brindle fur. You could feel the weight of his head as it pressed into your palm for a quick moment. His head fell back to his paws a moment later and you leaned back into the wall of the van as you took a deep breath.
This drive was becoming anxiety inducing as another wheel dipped into a pothole and the thunder rumbled overhead. It felt almost like something was coming to a head, like the crescendo of a song was nearing and you could feel the melody of it in your very soul. The vibrations of an orchestra in the strings of energy that surrounded you and had you sitting on the edge of your seat even as you actively tried to calm yourself down, breathing as deep as you could.
Why was this making you so nervous anyway? You’d gone after plenty of the worst this world had to offer. Amaan was so far from tipping the scales of lecherous actions you’d been witness to that it wasn’t even funny. Hell you’d been right next to the fucking Admiral on that bastard’s worst days. Even on his good days Amaan was far from the worst in comparison to that demon. Al-Mustafa could have been a fucking angel when he was standing next to him, and yet here you were having to actively stop your knee from bouncing while also forcing yourself to put on the persona that was Speck. Not yourself, but the man you were expected to be in this situation. The operator. Master Chief. Your role.
Suddenly the answer to your question hit you like a slap in the face. Back then, when you had been faced with the Admiral, his heinous crimes, and your own very obvious mortality, you’d had nothing to lose. Everything you’d worked for had been stripped from you and your decisions and past had left you devoid of anything to care for. Your family, your job, your home, every cent to your fucking name had been thrust into the incinerator and you’d lost it at the drop of a hat.
Everything had changed now, you had someone, something, to stay alive for and to come back to. It was going to cloud your judgment. You knew that all too well. Hell it already had been affecting your judgment over the past days that you had been digging yourself deeper and deeper into the trench that was Captain John Price. It would only get worse from here on out and you found that the little voice that always told you not to get attached was surprisingly silent.
John Price was an addiction that even your subconscious would forever be unable to shake. You were bound and determined that the only thing that could tear you from him at this point was death itself and you’d put up a fight with any god or ferryman who came after you. Death had, had his chance to take you once before and he’d fucked it up. That fucker wasn’t getting you any time soon if you had anything to say about it. Besides who wouldn’t fight for those beautiful blue eyes and that endearing smirk when he knew he had you right where-
Stop thinking about him, Speck. There was a fucking job to do. Slowly you found your eyes turning to your left where the seat on the bench next to you sat empty. Where he would have been if it wasn’t for the fact he was already in position. A part of you was already missing him and it hadn’t even been that long. You craved the way his calloused fingers slid along your arm, the way his lips felt pressed against yours. The way his striking blue eyes pierced your very soul as he looked down at you with sweat dripping off the tip of his nose. Those quiet words of praise falling from between his lips, amongst other, dirtier words that had your cheeks warming in an instant even now as you sat in the back seat of the van.
A hard shove against your shoulder nearly pushed you sideways on the bench as you blinked a few times and your eyes focused on the other men around you. “You’re listening, ja?” You could almost see the raised eyebrows beneath the hood, the way his forehead creased sometimes when he only had his facemask on. Price’s forehead had lines like that, though his were a bit deeper and a bit more mature in appearance whenever his brows furrowed. Oh and the way the corners of his eyes creased whenever he smiled and made his typically serious face a bit more hospitable when he looked at you.
Fuck, Speck, would you pay attention? “Yes sir, I’m listenin’,'' your accent slipped out as you tried to pull yourself out of your foggy thoughts. You caught the attention of the other two men sitting in the back of the van as well as the southern twang lilted into your words. A moment of distraction and a shard of your past revealed, though they may have been jokesters and enjoyed a good laugh that in no way meant that they were stupid. They paid attention and they noticed the smallest of details, it was in fact what made all of you so great in the field.
Not a word was spoken though…Thankfully. Your past, your heritage, wasn’t exactly something you liked to advertise, it could ruin the idea of who you were. What you were. The idea that you were a chameleon would disappear in a cloud of smoke if they really started to hear that twang that was hidden so well in your voice. Or so you always told yourself anyway.
Ghost grunted out a quick, “We’re a minute out,” as he stood up from his and Soap’s bench. Shit you’d lost track of the time. You quickly followed suit as you stood up and pulled a magazine out of the tac vest before sliding it into the magazine well. It took only a quick pull of the charging handle to chamber a bullet from the magazine and you glanced quickly towards where Ghost was already unlatching the panel that had closed you all into the back. “Thirty seconds,” his voice rasped out into your ear as the van slowed to a stop and Watcher shut the panel between the front seats.
You clipped Cerberus’ lead on before you did a quick check of his gear, tightening the straps on his harness that wrapped underneath his belly. A moment later you joined the other three men at the two back doors. When the lock clicked on the outside the door opened a second later and Ghost jumped down beside the small ginger. The rest of y’all followed close behind the big man with Watcher bringing up the rear. The door shut behind you, though you couldn’t hear it over the pounding of the rain as the storm was raging around you now. You moved behind Konig with Soap on your left beside you.
The four of you lined up on either side of the door with Cerberus between your legs as you kneeled at Konig’s back and watched your side of the dark alley. The dog’s eyes were locked on you, you could feel their gaze as he awaited whatever command you were going to give him or even something as simple as if you were going to move. Watcher moved by you before he stopped to stand in front of a keypad and he plugged something into it. You could just barely hear him as he whispered something to himself and his mic picked it up, along with the sound of him typing numbers into the door’s lock.
It took a few moments before anyone finally started to move and when they did you weren’t surprised by the perpetrator in the slightest. A snort came from somewhere behind you though you heard it clearly in your ear just before a Scottish voice muttered under his breath, “Yer no singing right now are ye? Ye do know we’re in a bit a fuckin’ hurry, right?”
Just as fast as the questions slipped out of Soap’s mouth the quiet muttering stopped as well as the sounds of the young man pressing the buttons, both of them seeming to be distracrted by the other in this tense moment. Rain muted the sounds of shifting from behind you as you forced yourself to stay focused on the alley in front of you and not fall victim to the teasing these two were leveling at one another. “Aye, I am ye bastart. Ye can’t do any better, trust me we hear yer howlin’ every time we try to take a fuckin’ shower,” your brows lifted at the quiet words that came out of the smaller Scotsman. It wasn’t so much the words that had surprised you but the one who had said them.
Up until this point Watcher had been nothing but a sweet, innocent- as innocent as anyone on this team could be anyway -young man who might have seemed a bit too young but it wasn’t like he had ever seemed incapable, quite the opposite in fact. Watcher had been quiet maybe whenever everyone else was around, but never did he seem like the type to mouth off in the way he was now. Especially not to someone who was technically his superior even if Soap didn’t act like it sometimes. There were intricacies to the relationships in this team that you still hadn’t quite grasped it seemed.
“Well get on with it then Freckles, we don’t have all bloody night. It’s pishin’ it doon oot here,” you could hear the smile in his voice just before Ghost let out an exasperated sigh behind you directed at what you assumed to be both of the Scotsmen who were very nearly about to go at it in this fuckin alley if the annoyed huff from Watcher was anything to go by.
It didn’t seem either of them cared too much about the fact that rain was currently pouring down on y’all in fuckin buckets. It had soaked through your clothes nearly the moment you’d stepped out of the van and your equipment had been right behind it seconds later. There was no doubt in your mind if they kept it up, even your waterproof boots were going to give way to the torrential downpour overhead and you hated the feel of wet socks. That wasn’t even mentioning how bad Cerberus was gonna be stinking after this operation.
Just before the tension broke and shit hit the fan though a deep voice came over your ear piece. Deep, smooth, calm, and authoritative, “ETA on your entry, Bravo 0-7.” It was a question yes, including the little lilt up of his voice at the end, but it sounded more like an order coming from that man. Most things in your experience did, you weren’t about to complain about it though.
Without thinking about it the corners of your mouth turned up in a small smile. A rush that wasn’t adrenaline for once, but instead was happiness. A feeling you were beginning to grow a bit more accustomed to after so long without it. You stayed quiet though as Watcher answered the silent question in a hushed tone, “Fifteen seconds.” Ghost quickly relayed the answer before everyone went silent once more. There was a hollow grunt from Ghost who seemed like he was about to say something more but he instead elected to leave it alone once Watcher continued on with whatever it was he was doing. Best not to distract the young man anymore than he obviously already was.
Before Price could speak again the more feminine voice of Laswell came through the ear pieces, obviously broadcasted to the whole team, “Be advised there are two unknowns nearing your location. I estimate thirty seconds before they are on you. You need to get inside the building. Do not alert any guards. I repeat, do not alert any guards. We don’t know what is inside that building.” Your hands tightened instinctively on the weapon as you shifted and your knee dug further into the grime of the alleyway as rain water flowed down the paved road by you.
Watcher behind you was still doing whatever it was he was good at in an attempt to get y’all inside before shit hit the fan. No one said a word for fear it would tip the scales out of your favor too soon and y’all waited quietly on bated breath to get the clear from the ginger to breach. Again an American voice broke the silence as Laswell updated the team, “Fifteen seconds. Your side of the alley Speck.” Your hand shot down to the dog still lying between your legs as you quickly assured yourself that he was still lying on his belly there, as if he could move with the lead still clipped on him.
Both you and Cerberus were tense with anticipation, the only thought in your mind being ‘Don’t let this op go sideways already. It’s too fuckin soon.’ Just as the words played through your mind though water splashed up beside you as Watcher backed up to stop beside you and shove the items in his hand into a small pack at his hip and readied his weapon. Your focus however stayed on the end of the all even as the door opened behind you.
Footsteps, muted by the torrent, sounded off behind you as the other cleared into the building in quick succession. Laswell’s voice was counting down quietly in your ear as the men filed in behind you as quickly as they could. There was a light tap on your shoulder and your eyes darted up to find Watcher just as the young man hurried away from you and inside. You stood and shuffled backwards with Cerberus who backpedaled along with you until you turned into the doorway and Konig shut the door behind you.
Silence buzzed in your ears until the soft sounds of droplets of water hitting the floor found your ears. Your ears adjusted quickly to the lack of the noise as you looked around the dark entryway that you found yourself in. It was like the building was light and soundproof despite you knowing better. Or at least you knew what the building specs had revealed, who knew what was really going on in this fucking building though. No plan, no matter how amazing, survived a battle.
The illusion of the building being sound and lightproof dissipated in a moment though as the sound of rain hitting the roof sounded somewhere above you. While outside the darkness of the storm was interrupted by flashes of lightning that managed to illuminate the hallway though it was only for a few moments. It was just long enough though for you to see Soap at the end of the hallway and his gun pointed into the darkness with Watcher covering the other corner. Both men were holding their respective angles on anyone who might come down the hallway. 
A second later there was a strike of thunder that seemed to rattle the walls around you and also aided to ruin the illusion of sound deprivation, feeling more like an earthquake instead of a storm that was miles overhead. There was still no sound from the team though, even as Konig dropped his night vision into place much like the rest of the team had already done, you were just now noticing. A moment later Ghost finally broke the dead silence as his voice sounded over all the comms, “We’re inside. IR beacons on now Captain,” you reached up a hand to drop your own night vision into place. You reached to the back of your helmet then to turn the IR beacon as well and then Cerberus’ on the back of his vest as Ghost spoke.
It took a second before you heard Price answer in that calm, soothing tone that was all business and formality in the middle of this mission. And despite yourself it had the hair on your arms standing up in response, “Good copy Lieutenant, eyes on.” The big man didn’t bother to answer him and instead he moved up behind Soap as he took a second to survey both sides of the dark hallway.
The masked face turned back to find you as his hand came up and he directed you to follow up behind Konig and Watcher. The moment you gave him a nod he tapped Soap on the shoulder and the two men slipped silently around the corner. Stealth was your friend, at least for now, and was the only thing keeping the local law enforcement off of y’all and the rest of the building quiet as you moved through the building. Just one quick hand motion and Cerberus was out from between your legs as he came to rest at your right hip instead. Stepping up behind Konig you gave him a light tap on the shoulder and watched him mirror the same action on the young man’s before the three of you slipped around the corner and off down the hallway.
Watcher stopped at the first room as he opened the door quietly and his lean form moved with graceful, quiet speed you hadn’t seen from many. As you continued moving you found yourself appraising the skill with which he cleared the room, despite the fact that you knew it wasn’t actually your job to do so. To be so young it seemed he was well enough trained, maybe not as quick or experienced as the rest of the team but you had your suspicions that most of his skills lied elsewhere. Not necessarily just another jarhead with half a brain to throw into the fray when you needed bodies. 
Quickly though you and Konig moved past the room as you watched the hallway behind and Konig the hallway and stairs up ahead. It took only a few seconds before the sharp features of his pale face reappeared in the doorway and you turned to tap Konig as the three of you continued on down the hall. Approaching the second door that branched off the hallway you heard a low rumble come from your right and you hurriedly reached forward to tap the taller man in front of you on the shoulder. He paused for just a moment before he too heard the low rumble just behind him and he gave a stiff nod.
A quick hand gesture and the rumble stopped as Konig lined up on the side of the door before checking to make sure it was unlocked. When he looked back you were quick to give him a single nod as he returned his attention to the door and pushed inside. You didn’t catch what happened in the first moment. All you could see was Konig’s large body that seemed to swallow the nearest hostile as he wrapped his arms around the man’s neck and drug him to the side against the wall, as out of the way as the Austrian could get. You stepped inside in the next moment as you listened to the muffled sounds that came from the man that Konig was fighting to put to sleep.
The wide eyed face of a young man, you’d wager to guess even younger than Watcher, came around the corner in a flash. You barely had enough time to register the fear that had grown there. All you could see was the thought that he was in too deep, that his time had come even as he reacted in his own defense nearly as quickly as you. The silhouette of a handgun began to rise in what felt like slow motion in front of you. Instinct carried you forward as your right hand shot forward as quick as the strike of lightning that flashed outside and blinded you for just a moment. You didn’t need to be able to see though now that you had your hands on him.
Just as quickly as your sight was taken it returned in the midst of your next strike. His trachea slammed into your thenar web and you could feel the way it began to give way beneath the force of the blow. Dark eyes bugged at the sudden contact and immediately the gun in his hand dropped, a metallic clack echoing around the walls as it hit the ground, and he reached for his throat while he struggled to catch his breath.
In the next moment his throat was trapped between your forearm and bicep while his hands clawed fruitlessly at your arms. Nails dug into the fabric of the long sleeved, black shirt that clung to your torso and arms like a second skin. When that didn’t seem to work a primal instinct began to take over that few could have suppressed, and part of you would have gone so far as to say not a soul alive could have fought that urge down.
It was a desire to survive, to continue dwelling in this cruel world that every creature walking this planet had. His sharp elbows drove back into your ribs and you couldn’t help the quiet grunt that he drove from your lungs. The young man’s mouth opened wide in a scream that he couldn’t quite get out but damn did he try. You could even feel the muscles of his neck as they flexed beneath your forearm. A quiet hum passed through your lips as the wild and struggling actions slowly began to ebb into the hazy last ditch efforts to get away. Futile attempts but the human brain responded the only way it knew how, remove the threat and get away from it. Even if the brain knew it could never hope to accomplish that task.
As the fingers around your forearm loosened your gaze darted towards Konig across the room who was lowering the other man to the ground before he turned to find you. Cerberus was still standing idly beside you while his chocolatey eyes stared up at you with reverence as if you didn’t have a man currently struggling in your arms. When the other’s arms finally started to fall back to his sides you took a step back to lower him to the ground before he slumped to the floor and you stepped over his body to join Konig where he’d moved back towards the door. A single tap on the tall man’s shoulder and he stepped outside with Watcher as y’all continued on down the hallway.
Like a well-oiled machine you cleared every small room on the first floor and rotated with one another all the way to the stairs. As you cleared the final room on your side of the hallway, Ghost's voice rumbled through the ear piece, “Clearing the second floor now. Team three clear the third floor.”
You exited the room with a tap on Konig’s shoulder as the man answered back, “On the way up now.” He released the button on his mic before he whispered just loud enough to hear, “On you, Watcher.” The young man didn’t hesitate even for a moment before he mounted the first step on his way up. His head tilted up as he watched the top of the landing, taking the steps carefully as he went, doing everything in his power not to make a noise. Not a single shot fired so far and the guards weren’t alerted, hell this was going far better than any of y’all had dared to anticipate.
“Be advised, one just left his room on the second floor…” the man paused before continuing with an edge of nervous anticipation in his tone, “No clear shot on my end. He's approaching the stairwell on the north side of the building,” the Brit’s voice reached your ears though it wasn’t that of the man from before. This one was a couple octaves higher and missing the rough tone you loved so much. Watcher stilled on the stairs in response, just barely in front of Konig about halfway up the first flight of stairs. You couldn’t help but cast a nervous glance back the way you had come like you’d just assured y’alls mutual destruction by just daring to think positively for once.
A low rumble began in the dog’s chest that you silenced immediately with a quiet gesture of your hand. Konig took one more cautious step forward to come shoulder to shoulder with the comically shorter man just before a face came into view at the top of the stairs. Your stomach dropped as the middle-aged man froze with his fingers tangled through a long, dark beard. It took a moment for him to process what he was seeing, to register that y’all were the enemy and his life was in danger. The man tried to scream, he really did. At least he made the most honest attempt he could. His mouth opened and he tried to take a step back and turn. He put every muscle into action in order to take off back down the hall, probably to find someone, but his fate was never to walk down that hall again.
He didn’t even get the chance to turn his head all the way back around before a flash came from the end of Watcher’s barrel and then Konig’s. Blood sprayed the wall behind him as the light faded from his eyes and his body began to go limp. It would take a second for his body to realize that the brain had ceased to respond. No loud bangs echoed off the walls though, suppressors kept the sounds quiet especially with the cracks of thunder still sounding off overhead. 
Your shoulders tensed as you watched his body tilt forward towards the two men and he began to fall down the stairs. Without even really thinking about it the two men in front of you stepped forward simultaneously. The weight of the now deceased man hit their shoulders as they let his body lay softly against the stairs before they continued up and you followed right behind them. Avoiding the blood pooling onto the steps and the body that laid there now.
Watcher lifted his gun to inspect the dark hallway for only a second before his eyes returned in front of him and the two men in front of you continued on with that same slow and careful step that you all had been using since you left the van. Again the two men started up the stairs together as you brought up the rear of the group, Cerberus still steady at your side, a rock in this tide of uncertainty. As the three of you crested the top of the stairs two shots fired off back the way you had come. Fuck.
Voices rose in a flurry from the floor below as Ghost’s deep voice growled into your ear, “We’re compromised.” Yeah, no shit.
“Time to clean house lads,” Soap’s voice cut him off, sounding strained as more shots fired off from somewhere below.
More voices began to rise like a chorus from behind the closed doors of the third floor before lights flipped on overhead and blinded each of you with the nightvision. You scrambled desperately to pull the goggles up even as startled shouts hit your ears and you tried to adjust your eyes with a couple quick blinks. Bullets flew past you, slamming into the walls behind you before you heard the quieter pops of either Watcher or Konig’s rifles firing. When you could finally focus your eyes a man was lying dead a few feet in front of you and further down the hall one was coming out of another room.
Watcher was just getting his night vision goggles up while Konig was turning back to check on the both of you. His eyes landed on the ginger first before turning his green gaze to you. Cerberus’ jaws opened in a thunderous bark as a crack of thunder sounded just outside, though you had to admit the dog was easily loud enough to compete with it. All thought stopped though as you watched the door in front of you fly open. You were almost certain you could feel every muscle go rigid in response, a moment of hesitation that would undoubtedly be your undoing.
A figure peeled around the corner that Konig had missed in his worry. You tried to lift your gun but there wasn’t enough time. You could see from here, in this slowed down, distorted version of time, that he was going to beat you to pulling the trigger. That was before glass shattered somewhere ahead of you and the man fell with a hole in the side of his head. Your gaze darted around to find the source of the shot, but Konig was helping Watcher to his feet so it wasn’t one of you. Then John’s voice rumbled in your ear in a tone that was nearly a growl, “He’s down. Get al-Mustafa. That’s an order.”
Your eyes darted to where Konig was already moving forward with Watcher hurrying after him. There was no time to waste now that your cover had been blown. Konig shoved his way into the first door on his right and disappeared inside as you moved to catch up with the other two. You reached a hand down to check on Cerberus as the big dog moved at your side and you continued on past the door to follow Watcher. By the time the shorter man was pushing in to clear the next room Konig was coming up behind you to give you a light tap on the shoulder and you crossed the hall to the next door.
A hard shove inside with your shoulder and it started to give way only to come to a jarring halt as it slammed into something solid which was currently refusing to budge on the other side. Your brows furrowed then before someone shoved at the other side and the door slammed hard into your chest. A quiet curse fell out of your mouth as you took a step back and glanced Konig’s way as he pushed into the room next to yours easily enough while Watcher continued on down the hall past you and towards the last door already. Do not ruin the rhythm, Speck. Don’t be that fucker, get your shit together.
Get it together, get it together, finish this so you can get everything back to normal. Unclipping Cerberus’ lead you took a breath before you stepped forward and your boot collided with a door. The force cracked the wood which might as well have been paper thin at this point as it flew inward. Curses sounded from inside the room as you forced it the rest of the way open with a hard slam of your shoulder. When it finally gave in to the force you felt your teeth jar just before you caught sight of furrowed brows and the barrel of a gun rising your way.
Time was short but the distance between the two of you was shorter. Your gun slipped from your grasp as you shot forward and grabbed his wrist with one hand. You slammed it against the wall with enough force to make the wall shudder beneath it as you slipped further into his guard. The gun smacked against the wall uselessly as you did, your arms straining to maintain control with one hand around one wrist and the fingers of your other hand wrapped tight around the other.
The man growled out more than a few curses in Pashto as he tried to force you back through the door. Even as you held his arms wide and the gun away from your chest he still seemed only to be worried about keeping you out and away. It was like he was trying to get rid of you even as the sounds of gasps echoed from further within all in the span of a few seconds. All of the noises from within quickly turned into cries and sobs as you let your grip slip ever so slightly to wrap your hand around the barrel of the gun and force it from the man’s hand. It only took another half second to flip it around in your palm and shove it into the center of his chest. 
When you pulled the trigger the sound would have nearly deafened you if not for the headphones over your ears. The bang bounced off the walls around you as the man fell to the ground and you turned without thought to find the source of the noises from before. The man’s dead body was irrelevant now and you had no more attention you needed to pay it. Your eyes darted down towards the woman and the little girl she now held wrapped in her arms and as hidden from your sight as she possibly could be. Her face locked you into place as you immediately remembered the way she had looked so confused and pleading at you the last time you had seen her. Your jaw tensed and Cerberus whined at your side, sensing the way your mood immediately changed from business to uncertainty.
She had been at the other compound, you’d sent her directly back into the fray with the foolish hope that her mother would get her out of here, out of this life. Really it had been more like the hope that she could get out there. However even as you watched her you realized there was no recognition behind those eyes. This was the same little girl you had gone out of your way to speak to and she didn't even remember your face, and for some odd reason it made you muscles tighten in response. You were so used to people not remembering you, hell it was why you could do what you did, but you’d spoken to this girl. Killed another man right in front of her. Yet there she was not even realizing the deja vu you should have been causing her at this exact moment.
God you were getting sensitive lately, it was truly becoming pathetic as nearly everything was altering the course of your thoughts. You couldn’t think about that right now Speck, you’d come here for a reason and you had so much more to deal with than a child you didn’t even know. The reason you were here was somewhere else in this building, it wasn’t this little girl and her mother. Amaan was the cause of this girl’s suffering and you had a chance to stop that tonight. He was the reason that all of you were even here. The reason that you all had to be in this place with a dead man behind you and a woman and child who were begging quietly for their lives in front of you. Yet you hadn’t even gotten confirmation of an ID on him to prove he was even in this building.
Glancing towards the door you took half a step forward and leveled the barrel of the gun at the woman. Even as you did it though you felt the finger you had resting against the trigger freeze. You couldn’t kill unarmed combatants, and especially not a child. Not here and not now. Son of a bitch, you bit the inside of your cheek and glanced back at the door once before turning back to the two and growled out a quiet threat in Farsi, the only hope you had of keeping them alive and seeing this through to the end, “Do not move, do not leave. Try to leave and you will be shot. Stay here until we are gone and do not make a noise, do you understand?”
The mother’s eyes glanced at the man on the ground behind you before looking into your eyes once more as she pulled her daughter closer and then gave a few quick nods of understanding. You watched as the mother and Jasra disappeared into the small closet in the room and the door closed behind you as you left the room with a clipped, “Fuss.” The second you turned the corner though and started towards where you knew the other two would be clearing the final room another round of shots rang out through the third floor.
“FUCK,” the Scottish voice yelled out as he fell back around the door frame and his hands reached for his side. Too good, things never went this smoothly and you never should have let yourself believe that it would. You closed the distance in a flash though Konig was there a step before you, speaking words in German that you didn’t understand. His hand shot to grab a hold on the young man’s vest as he pulled him further away from the door. You didn’t stop to afford Watcher that same level of concern, not when the person who had done the shooting could have come out of the room at any moment, besides Konig could handle any first aid better than you could.
Slipping inside the final room you slid around the corner gun first as you came face to face with al-Mustafa who was standing securely behind his two wives with his arms wrapped around both of their necks. He had one hand wrapped around the grip of the pistol as he held it to one of their heads. Your eyes searched them carefully, analyzing and planning in the matter of a moment. There was no way you could fire off a shot and hope to kill the other man before he killed one of these two women though. Again time was short and you didn’t exactly have much time to figure out a way to get through this situation.
Especially not when you could hear the two men outside the door and you were already having to fight to turn off the side of your mind that held the worry and fear for the young man outside the door and everything that could possibly go wrong. Doubly so when you heard Konig’s voice in your ear piece, “Watcher has been shot. Soap, get up here now.” You didn’t flinch, you couldn’t, you were in the middle of a stare-off with a true piece of shit and you knew whoever flinched first was going to lose this match.
The ensuing chaos on the mic nearly broke you but it was still secondary as you continued to watch al-Mustafa. “Come on Amaan, there’s no reason for this. Just come with us,” play your role Speck, like maybe you wouldn’t have put a bullet in his head given the first chance. God you wanted to though, you wanted to kill him more than you’d wanted to kill anyone else before in your life. Your words, which had come out in Farsi, seemed to be a cause of confusion for Amaan though that lasted only a moment before he dismissed your presence as a whole in favor of searching for a way out from behind his two body shields.
There was fear that was evident in both of the women’s eyes and even though you couldn’t see it you knew that sweat was beginning to dot their brows as they watched the end of your gun rather than you. They were both expecting to meet their end one way or another tonight. You need to break that bastard’s concentration, your eyes darted down to the dog at your side who was a steady rock at your side. “Gib laut,” you mumbled to which Cerberus responded with a series of thundering barks directed at the man still searching for a way to get out.
The tension was instantly palpable in the room, the barks served to keep the other man on edge, no respite for the adrenaline fueled panic you knew was currently flowing through his system. Good, the last thing you needed was a terrorist with a fucking plan. “I don’t have a line of sight into the room, Captain, how about you,” Gaz’s voice came through your ear piece and you barely even had the chance to glance at the walls of the room to realize that there were no windows except for the one on the south side of the building.
Of course there weren’t, nothing could ever be that easy huh? It took a moment for Price to answer as well though you didn’t need to hear his answer to know what it would be. Still you enjoyed hearing his voice as he growled out in what you were beginning to learn was frustration, “Negative. Konig status report on Watcher.”
The Austrian was doing his best to hide his worry but it was painfully obvious as he answered, “Two gsw’s, one to the abdomen the other to the thigh, his plates caught the rest. Soap, where are you!?” You could hear the man outside without the need of his mic as his voice rose in what was nearing panic. The worst part about it though were the quiet grunts of pain that the young man was doing his best to choke down. However, as much as he was trying it wasn’t working too well as your imagination painted a vivid picture of Watcher leaking blood all over the hallway. With Konig’s huge hands pressing desperately over two flooded wounds as he tried to staunch the bleeding.
For the love of God, drown it out Speck, focus on the problem in front of you before you get yourself killed, idiot. You blinked once as you tried to push the thoughts into the back of your mind and forced al-Mustafa came back into your forethoughts. Your eyes caught sight of the women’s fear again, their gazes darting towards the door on their left and then back to you. Amaan’s eyes were everywhere but, his gaze was instead now drawn to the escape route he had planned out for himself. A flash of lighting struck outside followed by a series of three more strikes that you struggled not to let yourself get blinded by and instead keep your eyes on the man you were actually here for.
In the next moment though the power flickered and then everything went dark. Son of a bitch this shit needed to make up its fucking mind. Again shots rang out just before glass shattered as you hurried to flip down your night vision once more. When you finally managed to see what had happened the scene in front of you made your shoulders tense in response. A small pit settled in your stomach as you stared down at the floor.
One of the women was lying dead on the ground, the place where the bullet had gone through and left a hole in her skull covered by the headwear she wore. The other woman, presumably her sister, was reaching for and cradling her head as she drug the limp corpse into her lap. Sobs racked her body as she did and when the door to their left opened you lifted your gun instinctively at whoever was coming through. When three young girls quickly ran to their mothers in the dark though you felt that pit beginning to widen. Especially as you caught sight of the blood already soaking into the rug on the floor.
Holy shit. You let the barrel of the gun lower slowly before you reached up to the radio attached to your vest and spoke quickly, “One of the wives is dead, Amaan killed her. He’s gone, but I can still get him, Captain.” Silence took over the line as the sound of a second Scottish voice entered the hallway from a distance. Your mind was anywhere but the three men now outside the door though, you had other things to worry about.
You took a quick step up onto the bed and moved over it to the now opened window. Glancing out quickly at the torrential downpour your eyes narrowed as you inspected the narrow ledge of the window and the straight drop down. Time for retrieval was escaping, Price needed to make a decision and he needed to make it now before his opinion became obsolete. “Speck…” There was a hint of warning in his voice as he said your name, making your jaw tense once more as you glanced the other way down the street towards where Price was nestled in a building somewhere. You caught sight of Amaan’s retreating form as he tried to make his escape for the second time from your team. John was out of time to make a decision now.
“Fuck it,” you drawled out the words as you used the stock of the gun to clear out the larger shards of glass still stuck to the frame. In the next moment you were climbing through the window before you pressed the button on your radio and growled out, “I’m going after him.” It wasn’t a request this time, it was a statement. You were going after him. A woman had died and Watcher was injured and you couldn’t let his sacrifice go to waste…Not if the worst happened.
Glancing down quickly you found the awaiting gaze as you commanded, “Bleib,” and watched the dog’s focus narrow onto you and you alone. Both of you were now actively ignoring the crying children and the one woman still left to deal with the three children. They weren’t your problem to deal with anymore though, you had other things to worry about. Like how far this drop was gonna be and how you were gonna catch up to that slippery bastard. It was time to treat this just like any other obstacle course or training drill now. Just get it done, put this bullshit to rest. 
As you clung to the ledge of the window your eyes searched for the easiest path to the ground, and you could feel your fingers slipping just slightly as you fought to hang on. The shining gutter on the right caught your gaze as you swung yourself off the ledge of the broken window and towards it. Your hands couldn’t grip it all that well but before you slid down you managed to get your feet around it as you controlled your descent to the street below. It only barely broke what would have been a bone-breaking fall, but it broke it enough that you could ignore the pain in your knees and turn to yell up, “Hier.”
Only a moment passed before Cerberus launched himself through the window and you saw his head tilt down as he looked for you. Reminiscent of the way he had launched off the top of the training wall during the training run with full faith you would be there to catch him. It was all the same to him, work and training were no different. So long as you were there he couldn’t have cared less about the situation that he was in while doing it.
Your arms lifted as you took a couple steps back before the weight of the dog landed on your outstretched forearms and you cushioned his fall. Without another moment of thought you  issued a quick, “Fuss,” and then turned down the street and took off at a sprint, not bothering to check on Cerberus. There was no doubt in your mind that he had slipped into his place at your side. 
Where had Amaan been when you last saw him? You were struggling to remember now. He’d turned down a side road and disappeared between the buildings, you could recall that much at least. But had he been at the dead end of this street? He had been, right? Yeah of course he had. For sure…Maybe? Fuck.
“I’ve got eyes on Amaan,” the deep voice sounded akin to the rumble of an engine in your ear as he answered a question you hadn’t even dared to utter. “Three streets to your north, Speck. Move fast, I don’t have eyes anymore,” the callout made your head whip to your right just as you began to pass a side street. It only took a quick glance for you to catch sight of the man in question once more.
Oh yeah, you were definitely faster than that fucker. You could catch up to him easily, you just had to put everything clouding your mind out of it. None of that was important right now. All you had to do was get yourself and Cerberus out of this mess alive now. That was it.
You slipped in the wet streets as you took the hard turn and started after him. Ahead he darted out of sight back towards the west and you had to raise a hand to shield your eyes from the rain pouring into your face. Even your eyelashes were beginning to drip as the thunder continued to rumble overhead and another flash of lightning lit up the sky. Had you been standing still you might have even gotten cold with how wet everything around you was, but with your arms and legs pumping you didn’t exactly have the chance. Instead your skin felt like fire beneath the tight, black shirt and comparatively loose, black cargo pants you’d donned for the mission.
The dog beside you was focused ahead and for the first time it seemed you weren’t the only thing on his mind. Cerberus was well aware that the chase was on. You’d both been on enough together that it wasn’t all that surprising he had realized what was happening by now.
The gun in your hands and the gear strapped to your body felt like a weight dragging you down into the streets that were now turning into mud as you neared the poorer parts of the city. The water that had soaked into your shirt and pants was becoming a fifty pound burden as it slowed your typically light and agile form. You could only hope that Cerberus’ thick-furred body wasn’t feeling the same in these conditions. One of you slowed down was enough cause for concern, the both of you being drug down was beyond concerning.
As Amaan’s head whipped around to find you, you watched his form take another turn, he knew he was being followed. Lovely. He was trying to shake his tail and if you lost sight of him for too long he might very well be able to do that. Cerberus couldn’t track in these conditions…Well that was a lie, he could do it. It would just be painstaking and it was doubtful you’d end with your query in hand anyway, and you weren’t about to let Watcher get shot trying to get this fucker and then have to find out that the bitch got away again. And if the worst happened…Fuck why hadn’t you hurried the fuck up in that stupid fuckin room?
A pit opened in your stomach as your mind tried to backtrack. Son of a bitch you couldn’t be thinking about all of that. Drown it out and focus Speck, for the love of God and all that’s right and holy in this world fucking focus. He wasn’t the priority right now, not yours anyway. Konig was more than willing to take care of the kid and Watcher didn’t need your worry or your pity. Right now you needed to think rationally not with whatever the fuck else your mind was trying to force on you.
Even as the thoughts crossed your mind you heard the crack of the mic as words spilled through, “Someone get the fucking van. We’ve got to get the fuck oot of here.” Soap’s tone didn’t hold worry so much as it did urgency. A need to get out of what had turned into quite literally a bloody mess before things got even worse, or so you assumed. You weren’t exactly there to see how things were going since you left.
“On it,” Ghost’s deep voice answered back immediately just as the man you were chasing made another turn and forced your focus back to him completely. This slippery bastard was gonna be the death of your knees with all these fucking turns.
Catch him, stop him, hell kill him if need be. Fuck the info you could get from him at this point, you’d rather know this was over than worry about some intel. Just end his life and finish this bullshit. You turned the corner around a tall fence and were met with an empty dead end street. Your gaze darted back and forth from the collapsing building on one side and the tall, chain link fence on the other side as thunder continued to rumble overhead. “Where the fuck-”
Pacing back and forth in the alley your mind worked quickly towards a viable solution. One hesitant step forward and then a quick turn back and your eyes slid over the fence next to you. Mud had kicked up on it. No, that was way too high to be from anyone just running by. You froze as you looked at it for a moment, watching as gravity played its part and the silty mud dripped slowly down the fence.
This fuckin guy…
In the same moment you saw him through the small holes of the fence as he weaved around a car and disappeared from sight once more. It didn’t take you a second longer to start climbing over after him as you hauled yourself up towards the top. At least until you swung a leg over and then stopped, your eyes surveying the broken down cars and junk piled around the fenced in area. One hand braced against the top as you held yourself in place while the other still held the gun nestled tight against your shoulder as you waited a second.
Stop and take in your surroundings Speck, get your fucking head on right or you’re gonna get yourself killed. There he was. Your brows furrowed and then lowered into a look of frustration as you watched him. The figure's hands were clinging to the opposite fence as he desperately tried to pull himself up.
When he turned to glance back a flash of anger curled your lip up instantly and you couldn’t stop yourself. You lifted the gun and without even a thought your other hand steadied your aim as you fired at the man. Every muscle tensed as you watched him fall backwards off the fence, a yell of pain just barely audible in the rain he reached for his shoulder. You watched for another moment, still holding the gun up though you didn’t really expect him to move again.
But it was raining, it was dark, and you weren’t exactly shooting from a good spot as you straddled the fence. There was just barely a flash of metal that you caught before you instinctively dove head first off the fence and for cover. At least you could take comfort in the fact that the man was on the opposite side of the yard in complete darkness and without your technology to aid him.
Gunshots sounded off from the other side of the fenced in lot as your shoulder slammed into the mud below and you clamped your mouth shut. Don’t yell, that was the last thing you needed. You pushed yourself across the ground as you tried to gather your thoughts and your broken body. One hand was still holding the gun out of the mud as you used the other to push yourself up. You braced yourself against a broken down car as you searched the lot once more for movement. You could only hope he was too stupid to reposition himself. 
The thought that Cerberus had still been on the other side of the fence didn’t quite register until you heard the clink of metal and the scratch of claws on chain link fence over your shoulder. Fear rushed through you for the first time the whole mission as you heard another round of shots fire off from across the lot. You could only hope he was firing blindly into the night and that he hadn’t somehow caught sight of Cerberus in this darkness.
Your gaze darted up as confusion swirled in your eyes along with a hint of pain you were trying to ignore as well. Without any command the dog had leaped the fence as his resolve and patience finally wore thin and ran out. Mud and water sprayed up into his thick, brindle fur as Cerberus hit the ground. He didn’t even take a second to listen to anything you had to say. It was apparent that he was running on instinct, completely wild and untamed now. It wasn’t exactly something you would be inclined to praise in another situation but right here in the middle of a storm and with both of your lives on the line the longer you remained outside the wire you didn’t attempt to stop him this time.
Cerberus, a missile across the ground even in the bog that was this…Was this a fucking junkyard? Oh yeah without a doubt, especially as you hopped the decrepit car you had almost landed on top of. You tried to follow the dog but he was impossibly fast and a thousand times more capable of flitting into the opened skeletons of dead cars. He disappeared from sight as he dove through one frame of a car and scrambled out the window on the other side.
And then he disappeared from sight as you vaulted another car and tried to follow after him. As you jumped to the next car you heard a scream rip through the air. The sight of the person who uttered it was blocked by a stand of cars though as you continued to wind through the junkyard. Rain continued to pound down on your helmet and drowned out the splashing of mud and water as Cerberus wrestled Amaan to the ground. You weren’t there to see the way the skin tore as the man struggled to get away from the iron jaws around his forearm. Nor did you see his arm as it was nearly torn apart and off by the animal that was operating completely rogue at this point.
As you vaulted another car just beside the stand that was blocking your sight your eyes landed on the violently shaking head as Cerberus’ jaws and body kept the man pinned to the ground. Almost dragging him over the mud and now covered the man as you took a slow step forward. You found yourself reveling in the man’s screams, enjoying them. He was a vile man, a demon that had come to visit the mortal world and you couldn’t help the peace you felt watching Cerberus work. This man had killed so many, hurt even more both physically and emotionally with the death he had wrought on this realm. He deserved this. He deserved to feel a fraction of the pain he himself had caused.
“Speck!?” A voice yelled into your ear piece, raspy and deep and probably the only thing that could have caught your attention at this point. He always caught your attention. Your eyes darted around you for just a moment as if you expected to find the man somewhere around you before Amaan’s screams reached your ears again. Growls from the dog in front of you drew your eyes just in time to see the man’s free hand reach for the gun he’d dropped when Cerberus had initially taken him down.
Again your lip curled up in response as you aimed at the perpetrating hand and sent a round straight through the back of his palm. A fresh scream tore from his throat before he drew his hand back towards him in an attempt to protect it. Taking a step forward you knelt on his back before grabbing one of the zip ties that hung from the pouch at your waist. With one quick, “Aus,” the animal’s jaws relented and fresh blood pooled out of the wounds as he did.
His loud barks thundered in your ears even louder than mother nature’s ruckus overhead. It was still all a game to him, even if he had broken his hold for a moment he still thought it was just a game. There was no distinction between play, training, and work, and you’d used him not as a tool but as revenge this time. What the fuck were you doing?
“Speck, answer me!” His voice broke you from your thoughts again as you shot a glance down to the wire connecting your earpiece and the mic around your throat. Hurriedly you drug the man’s arms behind his back, smiling as he groaned out in pain and said a few garbled words you couldn’t make out in the storm. You tightened the plastic around his wrists before standing back up with your foot on the middle of his back to hold him in place. Amaan wriggled helplessly in the mud as rain still poured over the both of you in the dark din of the storm.
Swallowing hard, you took a deep breath and reached up to press the button on the mic, “Junkyard.” Well that was certainly descriptive now wasn’t it? Good God Speck, say something else, give them something else to go off of. What else could you give them?
Your eyes darted around the fenced in lot as you actively ignored the man still writhing beneath your foot. Think, Speck, think of something else to say, there had to be some other way to tell him exactly where you were. “I’m about a hundred and fifty meters from my last known,” silence encapsulated you for the first time that night, even the tumultuous skies overhead went quiet seeming to sense the urgency of this situation. Cerberus had fallen silent at your side as well, his eyes still watching the man at your feet in what was as close to a daring look as you’d ever seen, if a dog were even capable of that.
Seconds passed by as you waited for someone to answer you. Any reply at all to set your nerves at ease. Finally, John’s voice rumbled in your ear again as he asked, “Did you get him?” You could sense the hope in his voice even over the radio, a daring want for this to finally be over.
Your gaze slid to the man beneath you as you rolled Amaan over onto his back with your boot and glared down at him. His teeth were gritted and his lips peeled back over his teeth as he tried to hold back the sounds of pain he was no doubt feeling as he laid on several injuries to his limbs. “Oh yeah, Captain, you bet your fuckin ass I got him.”
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Bloody hand prints painted the white metal floors and walls as the false panel of the van sat open in front of you. Your jaw tightened as you looked at the evidence of what had happened on this latest mission, the blood that had been spilled on both sides of this war tonight. You were standing at the back of the van with your knees pressing against the bumper, and despite how empty it made you feel you couldn’t find the will to look away from the mess before you. 
Even Gaz passing in front of your gaze couldn’t interrupt your rushing thoughts. Your mind went idle as you watched him spraying the blood out of the back, your arms crossed over your face as you stayed put. Mud still caked nearly every inch of your clothed body after you’d all but rolled in it back in that junkyard. While both specks of blood and dried mud decorated your face like the makeup a toddler would have painted across your skin. Even strands of your beard were stuck together with the dried, brown substance as it cracked every time you reached a hand up to run your fingers through it. You watched with every muscle tensed as the bloody water dripped out onto the cement floor before it disappeared underneath the van to head down the drain.
Not all of the blood was Watcher's at least, half of it belonged to Amaan after Cerberus had nearly torn his arm off at the elbow. You should have let him do it too. It was what that fucker deserved after he shot that poor kid. Sure Watcher had signed up for this just like anyone else had, but it didn’t mean that the whole team wasn’t still feeling this hit. Even you were as new to them as you were.
A door opened somewhere behind you and still you stared ahead as Gaz continued to clean up his friend’s blood slowly, seemingly as lost in his own head as you were. You certainly weren’t blaming him. “Speck,” the deep voice broke your concentration as you turned to eye the perpetrator with a cocked brow. 
John came to a stop beside you finally and you caught his gaze just as it landed on your face. He’d been in an interrogation with Ghost and Amaan for the past few hours as you all waited for the sun to set once more, not to mention the tail end of the storm that was still raging overhead. Your arms dropped from your chest as you turned towards him, your head tilting quizzically. Jesus you needed to get out of your fucking head, that was never a good place to be. “Did he talk? What’d he say?”
Blue eyes held you hostage in their gaze, his hand finding yours as he stood there. It was only for a fleeting moment though, not nearly long enough for either of you. Only a passing graze over the rough texture of your palm that was still dyed a deep red. His index finger felt like a feather ghosting over your skin just as the rest of his hand wrapped around yours. John’s thumb grazed over the back of your knuckles before he pulled away so that the only other man present didn’t see and shook his head in answer, “No he didn’t. I doubt he’ll talk any time soon, Speck.” At his words a flash of frustration passed across your gaze as your eyes flicked towards the door that led into the main room of the safehouse.
You’d been here before in this safehouse, been at the end of this interrogation once already. So why was the only thought crossing your mind, ‘They ain’t tryin’ hard ‘nough.’ They knew what they were doing, you knew that, but you couldn’t help but feel like you could do more. There was this need to seize control in such an unsure situation that scratched at the back of your mind, it was the way you’d been trained. Thrown at problems relentlessly and told to figure it out, it was the only thing in life you’d ever been good at. Or at least that was what you had always told yourself. 
Your features darkened but you didn’t give him a chance to see as you stepped away from him without a word and your eyes shot to the door as you headed straight towards the door back into the safehouse. Until fingers wrapped around your bicep and John intercepted your progress, putting himself between you and the door. “Just let me give it a go, John,” even before you finished though the other’s head was shaking. His strong grip stayed securely around your arm as his other hand came up to rest gently against your chest. Warmth spread into your skin from his palm as it laid against the gear you still hadn’t stripped out of. His head continued to shake even as you pleaded helplessly, “You’ve been in there for hours, he’s obviously not all that afraid of you. Let me-”
“No,” John’s firm answer resonated through the small garage and you heard the hosepipe stop behind you, though the gaze leveled in front of you held you frozen in place. This was the man who had soothed the raging inferno of your temper in the worst of times, and after letting Cerberus nearly tear Amaan apart that fire had burned out to a barely smoking ember as you questioned everything about yourself. You needed something to ground you and as the realization hit you couldn’t help the small huff you let out because of course you did. When did you not need him to stabilize your deteriorating mental state of late? Pathetic. “Go clean yourself up, Speck. Take a break.” Your jaw tensed as you neared an overt refusal of his suggestion. When he sighed deep though and you had to watch his head tilt as he leaned a bit closer, “You smell like shite, Love. Trust me, yeah? We know what we’re doing.” Trust him. Damn.
Your eyes hit the ground immediately as you took a step back to put some distance between y’all. Shrugging his hand off your arm his other hand fell off of your chest and the cold you’d been ignoring began to set into what felt like your very soul. A deep chill rushed through you though you kept your head on as you nodded a hesitant answer, “Yeah, John, I know.” You glanced back over your shoulder towards the van just as Gaz turned his back in an attempt to give some semblance of privacy. Surprising. Turning back to the Brit you found the ocean depths in front of you and took a slow breath, “Where’s the bathroom?” You watched as his shoulders visibly relaxed in front of you and he curled up the corner of his mouth in a half smile.
Nodding his head towards the other door that led off the garage he lifted his arms to cross them over his chest before answering, “Through the door and down the hall on the left.” You nodded slowly and turned, leaving him behind as you headed to clean yourself up. Cerberus lifted his head as you passed where he was laying against the wall. 
The smell of wet dog and the pungent, metallic tang of blood wafted up your way as you went, nearly choking you with the severity of it. Smells had never really bothered you before, but now you felt a roiling in your gut as you neared and unconsciously sped up past him. Cerberus’ head fell back down to the concrete as you passed, failing to signal or call for him. The Dutchie could wait until y’all were back at base, there wouldn’t be much you could do for the smell right now anyway. You’d let him sleep for a bit now, he’d earned that much at least.
Opening the door you stepped through the threshold, letting the darkness of the hallway swallow you into its embrace as your hand reached out to slide along the wall. You weren’t even sure you were actually walking, not until your fingers ran over the knob of a door on the left hand side of the walland you pushed it open. Fumbling for just a moment your hand searched the wall beside the door before you flipped the lightswitch on the wall and your eyes ran over the small bathroom. Your eyes froze as they found the mirror on the wall, swallowing hard as you took in the sight.
You hadn’t truly looked at yourself in so long now that it was hard to recognize the mud and blood covered man who stared back at you. Sure you had shaved in a mirror on occasion or seen yourself in the reflection of a window when you passed, this was different though. You hadn’t actually taken the time to gaze upon the visage of what you had become over what was now nearly three years. Hadn’t let yourself realize this was your life and you had ruined it. And as you looked at yourself you slowly began to realize you no longer recognized the man who looked back.
The deaths you had lived through had changed you, they’d rewritten the etched lines on your face and put patches of gray in your hair. You’d still been a young man when you’d lost them, as carefree as you could have been living that lie anyway. Your mind had still been that of a teenager and in some ways it still was, but you’d lost that bright, young smile and carefree attitude. They had made you callous to the pain of others and you’d lost some of yourself over the years. And what made it all so much worse was that you hadn’t even realized it until Cerberus’ teeth had been tearing flesh from Amaan’s forearm. Hell you’d been more than ready to kill a man who had simply been doing his job and Wade hadn’t deserved that.
Your eyes dropped to the sink below, blinking as you cleared your thoughts of the man you’d seen in the mirror. Taking a deep breath you flipped the water on, trying to smother the way your heart was racing and how clouded your mind was becoming. Water from the faucet ran cold over your hands as you tested the water before sighing and reaching up to the straps of your tactical vest. You stripped it off over your head with a vicious pull and threw it into the floor, the panic still rising as you fought to keep it together. Rolling your shoulders and head you felt the tension in every muscle and you could only wish for a shower at that moment, something warm to melt the ice forming in your veins. Fuck you wanted, no you needed a damn shower.
The skin tight shirt clinging to your torso was still damp and made chills rack your body as you stood there. Reaching down to the hem of the shirt you pulled the thin fabric up over your head and glanced down at the pink droplets of water left behind on your chest that had seeped through the fabric. Diluted by water and mud you watched as they slid down your chest and disappeared into the waistband of your pants.
Christ you were still thinking too much. You leaned down over the sink and cupped your hands underneath the water as the blood that had been caked on your hands and in the grooves of your fingernails began to wash down the sink. Mud turned the typically bright red into a darkened ruddy color as it added to the already dirtied sink. The stains on your hands slowly began to dissipate as you leaned your face towards the sink and dipped your head beneath the water. Running your fingers through your hair and beard you could feel the dried mud and blood begin to loosen in the strands, doing your best to clean up in the small space.
Slowly you lifted your head back up, running your hands vigorously over your hair as if they themselves were towels and in the same moment you heard drops of water hit the murky liquid still attempting to drain below. Your hands braced on either side of the sink’s bowl as you stared down at the rust colored water below. You should have been better, been there. Why hadn’t you been the first one through that door? Because you’d been too busy dealing with non-combatants. You should have been fucking quicker. The tips of your fingers tapped a steady rhythm against the side of the sink as you got lost in the realm of your thoughts once more unable to pull yourself from them.
“Speck,” immediately your head jerked up at the deep voice right behind you and your eyes shifted to his reflection in the mirror, focusing on the face that now stared back at you. The brunette beard drew your gaze first but only for a moment before it shot up to the deep depths of what was quickly becoming your only place of safety and calm. John was the one who broke your locked eyes as he turned to look out of the door before he closed it behind him with a soft, barely audible whisper of sound. In fact the only noise was that of the lock clicking into place though you barely even noticed because your eyes were glued only to that face, completely incapable of looking away. Stock still in his presence.
Turning your head cautiously you glanced over your shoulder, watching him now out of the corner of your eye. Even that was too much though and had your face and the rest of your body warming in response. The second he was there though your mind stopped whirling. How could it not when the only thought running through your mind was, ‘He looks good in black, he should wear it more often.’ The tempest that was raging had come to a halt in the eye of the storm the moment you were captured by his eyes. Standing back up straight you turned, just barely enough to look at him and with one hand still holding on to the sink for support for fear your knees were going to give out.
You watched him for a moment in the precarious silence of the room, in the whole building really, before his head tilted. The blue gaze was unable to stop its descent down your bared chest though, giving his thoughts away like a snitch. There was no doubt he was tracing the droplets of water that were dripping from the strands of your hair and beard and falling over your skin. Without meeting your gaze again and while he was still inspecting the scars and muscle along your stomach and chest, he asked in a voice still laced with concern, “What’s wrong? Talk to me.”
Good Lord that was the last thing you wanted to fucking do. Talk about feelings? Right now? Fuck that. There was no way in the fucking world you were gonna allow the boner killer that were your thoughts out. Your fingers loosened on the side of the sink as you turned fully towards him. You needed a distraction, something to pass the time. You needed him.
There wasn’t exactly much space to cover in the small bathroom, only a few inches at most. You were across the short space at the speed of light. Probably faster if you were being honest. One of your hands ran over his cheek before it wrapped around the back of his head to tangle into his short brunette strands there. Your lips pressed to his gently at first before something more needy and wanting overcame you.
His body went rigid at the initial contact, almost like he seemed unsure of what you were doing. Surprised maybe? At least that was until your hand slid against his hip to run across the small of his back and you pulled him closer. You could feel his muscles start to melt in response to your touch then before he was matching your neediness. Matching the desire you had for him at every moment of the day. His need for you was shining through just as much as yours was and God if that didn’t feel just fucking amazing.
For once it wasn’t Price jumping on you, in fact you could still sense some hint of hesitation despite his hungry, devouring mouth still pressed to yours. Your hips grinded against his and you could feel yourself twitching in response, still confined to the tight fabric of your pants. Desire and need and some tail end of an adrenaline high fueled your movements like throwing gasoline on a fire. When John pulled his mouth away to take in a breath your lips moved to the corner of his, pressing a kiss there and then down across his beard and caught the strangled sound of a groan in the air before it cut off.
You were insatiable in your need for him as you nipped at the thin skin of his neck, pressing ever closer to him in search of the warmth you knew radiated from him. Impulsively you sucked at the skin of his throat, not considering the hickey you were probably giving him as you listened to the deep rumble of his throat. It vibrated against your lips and you pressed a quick kiss to the spot before moving a bit lower to do the same thing, his body tensing again in response before melting once more.
Fuck. He tasted like the salty prick of sweat and the earth yet you still couldn’t get enough of it. Enough of him. The fingers that you had tangled into his hair pulled and his chin lifted up in response as you continued to mark his skin. As you continued to claim him as your own even though you knew that he wasn’t yours to claim but fuck he was, wasn’t he? That’s right. He was yours. Yours and only fucking yours.
Your body pushed closer as you shoved him back against the door, trapping him against you and the hard surface as you tried to control yourself to no avail. John didn’t seem to mind too much though as you listened to him let out a huff in response and then he was reciprocating. His hands pulled you impossibly closer as strong fingers grabbed at your hips and you felt him roll your body fluidly against his own. He was urging you on without even needing words and good God it was the sexiest thing you’d ever witnessed.
When his other hand ran over the expanse of your bare back you felt his calluses scratch across your skin, and a noise rumbled deep within you in response. Something primal and animalistic and you could feel John’s body shudder against yours in response. It was a noise you’d never made before that had his hands sliding over your skin and grasping harder at your hips. Searching for something neither of you seemed too certain about yet.
Fuck you wanted him though. You wanted to bury yourself inside of him and never pull out again. You felt like a King when he’d done it to you, you could only imagine how you’d feel sliding into his walls. He’d never let you though. But God did you want it, you wanted him. You wanted just about anything and everything he’d fucking give you or let you take. Fingers grasped at the back of your neck, digging hard into the muscle as you rutted your hips against him again.
You could feel yourself harden at just the thought of fucking him like a man gone feral, and you were well on your way to that exact point. “Spe-” his voice sounded strained as a moan escaped and cut off his pleading voice. When you glanced up through dark lashes you could see his teeth biting into his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood and part of you wondered if he had. God why was the thought of that so hot? “Speck,” he finally managed to groan out as your thoughts ran rampant with the many different ways you could ravage him right here in this bathroom. “We need to talk.”
Fuckin hell, John, not right now. The hand you had at his waist slipped around to his front as your hand groped blindly at his hardening length. He twitched beneath your palm as his cock strained for more. “Ya really wanna talk right now?” You could barely catch your breath enough to ask the question and to be fair he didn’t seem much better either. Your heart was racing in your chest and your head felt like it was swimming with so many things you couldn’t even begin to identify exactly what it was. At least whatever had been bothering you before was long forgotten now though.
Without waiting for him to answer your mouth was on his neck again as you pressed a trail of gentle kisses on your way up his neck. One after another they pressed into his skin until you felt the hairs of his beard tickling against your lips and the tip of your nose. He hummed in response for a moment before he finally tipped his head back again and groaned out, “Fuck no. Later.” Unable to resist your teasing mouth you felt his throat rumble against your mouth again with pleasure. Slowly, you made your way along the underside of his jaw with your fingers still pulling at the short strands of his hair to keep his head from tilting back down. You were holding him in place with just your body now and the gravity of the situation was starting to sink in.
You were in control. He was letting you do whatever you wanted to him and he wasn’t stopping you. God you could feel him still straining against the fabric that held his erection at bay, the buttons of his pants straining to keep the fabric closed now. Glancing up you watched his face as something close to a smile found his mouth at the attention you were paying to his neck. At the claim you were steadily etching across his skin in what would be small purple bruises in a few hours. Fuck.
Letting go of his hair, both of your hands made for his waist as you grabbed hard at his sides, your thumbs pressing against the bones of his hips hidden just beneath the muscle there. The moment you released his hair though his chin tilted down and you felt his fingers pull your face back in range so he could press his lips to yours. You pulled him off the door with a sharp tug and spun the two of you around slowly as your hands slid behind to grab at his ass. One palm for each perfectly shaped globe.
God he was perfect. All you could think about was how it would feel to sink inside of him, how tight his walls would grip your poor, neglected erection. What he would sound like and what it would feel like to hear him moan as you fucked him until the only thing his foggy mind could think about was you, and how good you felt. You wanted to fuck him stupid, and christ right now you certainly had the stamina too. God just to fuck him until he came on your cock like he’d done to you so many times already.
A strained moan left you at the thought as his teeth sunk into your lip and you pressed him back slowly into the sink. Without so much as a single thought going through your head your hands grabbed at his backside and you lifted him up sliding him backwards to sit on the rim of the sink. He grunted and you felt him stiffen again as he pulled away with a bit of surprise in his eyes. You froze in place with your hands still holding him tightly and with your hips slotted perfectly between his thighs, just a bit too far for either of you to feel any friction though. “Bloody hell, Speck,” his voice was quiet and just barely reached your ears as he watched your expression.
Dark brows furrowed and you watched the tip of his tongue slide out to wet his lips before he leaned forward to press his forehead into yours. His fingers dug into the locks of your hair that had grown out way too long these past months out here, pulling at the strands with a spark of something unidentifiable in his eyes. When your jaw tensed though you saw his mouth turn into a smirk before he muttered, “You’re always surprising me, Love.” The tension in your jaw dissipated slowly as you watched him without a hint of what was going through your head now.
Slowly your face tilted up until you felt your nose tap against his. When you leaned forward again though he pulled away with a teasing shake of his head. You couldn’t help it when your gaze darted down to his lips and narrowed, before you jerked him forward until he was flush with you once more and nearly falling off the sink. Grinding against him you muttered quietly, “Full of those, ain’t I Angel?” The corners of his mouth turned up just a bit more and this time he was the one who bridged the gap as he pulled at the hair still trapped between his fingers and he captured your lips once more.
It didn’t take long before your head was swimming in him once more. After y’all had been stopped last time that feral need for one another was boiling hot and you needed him. Every single thought was lost in the way he felt pressed against you. Lost in the way he kept one hand wrapped around the back of your head and the other was sliding around your throat and then down your chest slowly.
Blunt nails drug over your bare flesh before you felt fingers pulling deftly at the belt around your waist. You couldn’t help the smile that raised the corners of your mouth as he did. Something far more primal than you’d ever felt was clawing its way across your mind now. As his fingers moved on to the buttons of your pants you felt the friction as it grazed over your sensitive member.
You couldn’t stop yourself as you bucked forward towards his hand, your mouth falling agape with a low groan. John’s amusement came out in a short huff as his hand delved inside of the black cargos, pulling your member free quickly. The moan you let out was sinful before he shot forward to cut it off with a hard kiss. Strong fingers slid along your shaft slowly as he swallowed down your quiet groans that you couldn’t hold back despite your desperate attempts. It didn’t seem to matter though, John had no qualms with keeping them quiet himself at this point.
Fingers wrapped around your length as you leaned further into him with a groan. Begging him wordlessly for more. You tilted your head down and you could hear him give a low hum of appreciation at the weight of you in his hand. Your head had already been swimming before he’d even gotten his hand around you, but now? Now you were drowning in the attention he was lavishing upon you in heaping servings.
Still holding tightly onto his backside you knew you were denting his perfect flesh, dotting it with even more bruises. You couldn’t wait to see them. God just the thought was enough to send you near spiraling again. “Fuck John,” you managed to whisper as his free hand moved up to cup your cheek and his thumb ran over your skin with a delicate touch. It shouldn’t have been so intimate. You’d never meant for this to be sensual, you were in a bathroom for fuck’s sake. This should have been rough, quick, distracting, no room for thought. Yet here you were as he tried to hold your gaze with his. 
The need to be something more would never escape you when it came to him, you knew that somewhere deep down, but you couldn’t deal with that, not right now. His thumb grazed slowly along the head of your cock and you barely stopped another moan as you watched his deep blue gaze, your eyes half lidded and barely managing to stay open now. There was a smirk on his face as he realized he had you like putty in his hands once more despite that for the first time you didn’t want to be.
Fuck it. Your hips rolled forward with a fluid motion as you thrusted into his open hand and simultaneously pushed him further back onto the sink. When his head tilted, your eyes shot down to avoid his gaze and your hand slid over his hip and then around to the inside of his thigh.You drug your thumb slowly over the closure of his pants and your fingers dug into the flesh of his thigh he hummed in satisfaction. “When did you become a tease?” His voice was husky as his hips pressed up into what little bit of friction he could get from your feather-light touch. Meanwhile his own hand was still pumping up and down your throbbing length in slow, careful strokes.
Giving him a nonchalant shrug you answered back in a slow drawl, “What can I say?” You pressed your hips closer as your lips once more dipped in search of his neck, wanting to feel his pulse against your sensitive skin. They pressed lightly against the dark stubble, once more tasting the earth and salt of his skin which for once was absent of his usual chocolatey taste that you knew came from his cigars. When you pulled back again your voice was lower as you rumbled out a quiet, “You bring out the best in me, Angel.”
His chin tilted up just before you felt a heel hook around your thigh and he pulled you closer. The hand that was still around your length stilled. It was like he was frozen in place and in that moment you realized just exactly what you were doing to him. This was a two way street, he felt it too. You were doing to him exactly what he always did to you and you couldn’t stop the smile that bled through as you continued to press kisses against his neck and popped the buttons on his pants. The pulse that thudded beneath his skin almost felt like it quickened against your lips.
However, you were certain you felt it quicken when your fingers slid into the waistband of his underwear to graze over the length of his cock. The man beneath your mouth and touch shuddered and squirmed against you, nearly begging for more before you pulled his length free. Your mouth stopped its relentless assault on his neck as you leaned away for just a moment before your forehead tilted down to lay gently against his shoulder. John copied the motion as you felt his beard scratch against your cheek, the longer hairs grazing over your skin and making it tingle with an itch that you ignored.
Both sets of eyes turned down to watch as your hands moved in sync along the length of your erections. Precome welled from the tips slowly and you could feel his calluses catching along the veins of your cock and you knew that yours were doing the same along his. Especially when you heard a mumbled, “Shite,” into your shoulder as he tried to keep himself quiet. The pressure was building though as your heart began to beat a solid rhythm that you felt not only in your chest but throughout your length as well.
This wasn’t the same as being buried inside him but you’d take what he was more than willing to give. Best not to push your luck for now and you’d take anything he gave you in truth. Twisting your wrist at the head of his cock you heard him gasp before his hand let you go and his head tilted back. “Bloody hell, Speck. I can’t-” You repeated the motion and his words turned immediately into a moan as his head tilted back.
There it was. He was losing himself in the moment as you continued to jerk him off, eating up the sight of him getting lost in the way you could make him feel. His mouth was babbling nonsense as he tried to keep his thoughts together and failed miserably. God almighty, you could listen to these breathless gasps for air and his quiet pants for the rest of time and be completely happy standing right there between his thighs.
Blue eyes disappeared behind pale lids and his cheeks flushed red before your eyes. The collar of his shirt dipped just barely low enough that your gaze could pick out the dark dustings of hair at the top of his chest along with the smallest hint of his collarbone. A treat for your eyes just as much as every facial expression was. Good God he was beautiful and you could feel a near painful throb in your length just as you thought it.
When his cheeks flushed deeper your hips bucked forward instinctively, your cock searching for something and something it found as the head of your dick ran along the underside of his. The moment you felt that little bit of friction you just couldn’t stop yourself as your fingers wrapped around both of your leaking erections. Newfound need had your hand pumping quicker and it was obvious both of you were feeling yourselves getting closer and closer to the finish line. Hell John’s mouth was held agape as he tried to catch his breath while the rest of his body worked relentlessly to reach that peak.
One hand held painfully tight on to your shoulder as the other seemed to dig into the side of the sink. His muscles tightened but it wasn’t the same as last time even though you weren’t sure what he was doing. Not until you felt his hips thrust up towards your hand as he tried to speed his climax along. His member ran along the underside of your own as he moved and you sucked in a breath just barely holding in a long moan and instead let it out in a quiet hiss that was covered up by a soft groan of pleasure. “John,” you paused and he hummed in response with his eyes still closed while your hand continued dragging up and down your lengths. “Angel, you’re being too loud. Someone’s gonna hear us.”
John whimpered deep in his throat before it escalated into another moan and you watched as he tried his best to bite it back. Teeth dug into his bottom lip before he leaned his head forward and forced his eyes open to find you. Blue hues searched your face half lidded and lazy as he gazed at you. The blush across his cheeks deepened and the Brit let his mouth fall open again as he panted into the stale air of the bathroom. “Sp-” Your thumb ran over the head of your own cock and gathered some of the precome before continuing on to graze over the tip of his.
This was a completely different man in front of you now. You’d broken him down and God it felt good to know that you even held that  power over him, over anyone really but especially John Price. Even more though was that you had him at your very whim right now, there was no doubt in your mind he’d have given you anything in that moment. John was completely under your spell and you’d never felt more in control of another human being as you did now. “Shhh sweetheart, I’ve got you,” your voice was quiet as your eyes stayed locked for as long as the other could manage. When you said that you had him though and you implied that he could trust you, that he could let go of that dominant persona he always seemed to exude, that was when the last of his resolve evaporated.
You rolled your hips forward again in a fluid motion and as you did the last hand you’d been holding onto him with shot up. Your palm slapped over his mouth and you just barely managed to muffle another whine that would have undoubtedly given the two of you away. John’s head fell back hard and smacked against something behind him but the both of you were too far gone to really piece together what exactly had just happened. Heads so far in the clouds someone could have been firing a gun outside and you would have been none the wiser.
With your hand still muffling the noises he couldn’t hold back and the way he continued to thrust in your still pumping hand you knew he was about to finish soon and you doubted you were going to get a warning. Not with how he was still panting into your hand and the flush on his face only seemed to get deeper by the second. Hell the throb in your own member was beginning to edge nearly into pain as the pressure continued to build, just aching to be set free. 
Fuck you were close, so fucking close now. You couldn’t help the low grunt you let out as your hand tightened around the heads of your erections. Pumping one more time your eyes darted down as you felt his body stiffen and his cock twitch in your hand. Your eyes landed on his cock just in time to watch his cum paint the back of your knuckles and the front of his black cargos. It almost felt wasteful in that moment but in the next you couldn’t even remember what you were thinking about.
He whimpered against the flat of your palm as his body spasmed once and he thrusted into your hand again, another shot spraying along the head of your cock and dripping slowly down your length. Your eyes darted up to find his beet red face as you quickly continued to pump up and down the length of both of your members. Letting him ride out his orgasm while you still hungrily chased your own.
Slowly his muscles unwound and John slumped back against the wall and mirror behind him. Pale eyelids lifted tiredly and revealed the ocean hues to you once more as you pulled your hand away from his mouth finally. You slid it slowly to his cheek as you cupped his face with one hand, still chasing your own climax with the other to no avail. 
The air was too warm against your skin though. Everything felt too tight and too close even though he still wasn’t close enough. You couldn’t imagine how John felt with his t-shirt clinging to him. God why hadn’t you pulled that fucking thing off of him already? You wanted to see his chest now, that gorgeous fucking body that you knew was hidden beneath as you still tried to find your own release.
It was escaping you though, dancing tantalizingly out of reach. When one of Price’s hands wrapped around your wrist and stopped your rapid chase as he mumbled out, “What’s wrong, Love?” The hand that had been cupping his cheek fell away as you ducked your head and your hand fell away from your throbbing member.
It felt like all the energy dissipated from your limbs the moment he stopped you as you leaned forward and relaxed into his chest. Your forehead nudged lightly against his shoulder as his arms wrapped around you and you felt your length dragging against the fabric of his pants still throbbing painfully as the pressure at the base of your cock begged for release. Your own hands settled at the small of his back as you continued to roll your hips forward against him unconsciously. 
As you turned your face into his neck you answered quietly, “Nothins’ wrong. Just tired.” He hummed his acknowledgement of your statement as his fingers traveled slowly down your back and side until he halted at the bone of your hip, his thumb rubbing slow circles into it as he took a pause. You waited a moment before you questioned him quietly, “Why’d you stop?”
John’s shoulders moved up in a quiet shrug before he muttered out, “Thought you said you were tired.” You pulled back to look at his face and found a lazy smirk on his features before his fingers tightened around your hips to keep you from moving too far away.
Your brows furrowed before you gave him an annoyed huff of an answer, “Tired, Angel, not fuckin stupid.” The smirk turned into a look of amusement as his hand trailed across the muscle of your stomach. John’s fingers wrapped gently around your length as you thrusted up into his hand unable to control yourself. You were already nearly gone before he got here, and he was only igniting that inferno again that you’d been afraid had danced too far out of reach. You should have known better when it came to John Price though.
His hand slid down your length once before he released you and lifted his hand to his mouth. You asked a silent question with a tilt of your head but he didn’t need to respond as he spit into the palm of his hand and returned it just as quickly as he’d pulled it away to your length. The burn of his calluses disappeared as his saliva and cum slickened palm slid over your sensitive skin. A much needed relief as his hand tightened around your length and you felt your release racing forward once more. It was crowding in on you so fast now that the fog in your mind was returning with a vengeance. The fog you’d been chasing earlier and been unable to find shelter in was now clouding every thought as you struggled to remember why you’d even been upset.
Your lips parted in a silent gasp as he trailed his thumb against the underside of your cock and then over the head. Leaning forward you tried to capture his lips for a kiss but he pulled away and instead your chin tilted down and you felt your forehead rest against his chin as you panted into the stale air once more. Your gaze traveled slowly down his front to where his hand was pumping steadily over your member. 
Closing your eyes for just a moment you missed it as he added a second hand to the mix. It was the straw that tipped the scale as you hissed out a quiet, “Holy shit.” There was a pulse in your length and then your whole body went rigid. Your hands fell a bit lower on his sides and you jerked John forward to press his chest to yours. You let your eyes shut for a moment and you somehow managed to hold back a moan that would have most definitely traveled beyond these walls as you focused instead on the way his hand felt still traveling up and down your length.
A moment later your muscles began to unwind as you relaxed into the grip he had around your shoulders and John’s hand pumped slowly as the last vestiges of your climax began to dissipate. Everything stayed silent for a few long moments while you regained your thoughts and the fog over your mind cleared in that post-fuck haze. Even though you had been the one in control he still had your head in the fucking clouds. It wasn’t fair and truly you couldn’t have cared less. Not in that moment…Not ever.
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So @czigonas saw a bikini ad out in the wild and thankfully shared it with us mortals and I could not resist drawing our favorite cowboy in it. Speck would straight up end Prices life if he wore this @soaps-hoe-141 enjoy y’all❤️
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Slowly you lifted your head back up, running your hands vigorously over your hair as if they themselves were towels and in the same moment you heard drops of water hit the murky liquid still attempting to drain below. Your hands braced on either side of the sink’s bowl as you stared down at the rust colored water below. You should have been better, been there. Why hadn’t you been the first one through that door? The tips of your fingers tapped a steady rhythm against the side of the sink as you got lost in the realm of your thoughts once more.
“Speck,” immediately your head jerked up at the deep voice right behind you and your eyes shifted to his reflection in the mirror, focusing on the face that now stared back at you. The brunette beard drew your gaze first but only for a moment before it shot up to the deep depths of what was quickly becoming your only place of safety and calm. John was the one who broke your locked eyes as he turned to look out of the door before he closed it behind him with a soft, barely audible sound. In fact the only noise was that of the lock clicking into place though you barely even noticed because your eyes were glued only to that face, completely incapable of looking away. Stock still in his presence.
Turning your head cautiously you glanced over your shoulder, watching him now out of the corner of your eye. Even that was too much though and had your face and the rest of your body warming in response. The second he was there though your mind stopped whirling. How could it not when the only thought running through your mind was, ‘He looks good in black, he should wear it more often.’ The tempest that was raging had come to a halt in the eye of the storm the moment you were captured by his eyes. Standing back up straight you turned, just barely enough to look at him and with one hand still holding on to the sink for support for fear your knees were going to give out.
You watched him for a moment in the precarious silence of the room, in the whole building really, before his head tilted. The blue gaze was unable to stop its descent down your bared chest though, giving his thoughts away like a snitch. There was no doubt he was tracing the droplets of water that were dripping from the strands of your hair and beard and falling over your skin. Without meeting your gaze again and while he was still inspecting the scars and muscle along your stomach and chest, he asked in a voice still laced with concern, “What’s wrong? Talk to me.”
Good Lord that was the last thing you wanted to fucking do. Talk about feelings? Right now? Fuck that. There was no way in the fucking world you were gonna allow the boner killer that were your thoughts out. Your fingers loosened on the side of the sink as you turned fully towards him. You needed a distraction, something to pass the time. You needed him.
There wasn’t exactly much space to cover in the small bathroom, only a few inches at most. You were across the short space at the speed of light. Probably faster if you were being honest. One of your hands ran over his cheek before it wrapped around the back of his head to tangle into his short brunette strands there. Your lips pressed to his gently at first before something more needy and wanting overcame you.
His body went rigid at the initial contact, almost like he seemed unsure of what you were doing. Surprised maybe? At least that was until your hand slid against his hip to run across the small of his back and you pulled him closer to yourself. You could feel his muscles start to melt in response to your touch then before he was matching your neediness. Matching the desire you had for him at every moment of the day. His need for you was shining through just as much as yours was and God if that didn’t feel just fucking amazing.
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soaps-hoe-141 · 7 months
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Oh, you best believe I'll be losing my shit. It's gonna be terrible 🤣
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soaps-hoe-141 · 7 months
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Alright, I'll link my Twitch in my bio for anyone who'd like to watch 😁
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