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𝟏𝟓: 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

— Chapter 15 of Call of Duty: Kinktober (2023)

In which Alex gives Gaz the perfect "pick-me-up".

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick & Alex Keller

𝐱: workplace setting, suggestive, non-sexual pairing, mentions john price and simon riley, 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈 A/N: i ship these two so mf hard, it's not even funny. (736 words)

The coffee machine whined before seeping inky, dark liquid, filling the glass carafe below. Gaz massaged the back of his neck, his head tilted back in a lazy stance of impatience.

Boy, he thought, am I in for a day.

The breakroom had been relatively quiet aside from the sputtering of the coffee machine. It should have been easy for Gaz to hear the door open behind him, followed by heavy boots and a voice.

Alas, he didn’t.

“Garrick!”

Gaz jolted as a hand clapped against his back. An arm decorated with greys and blacks hung around his shoulders. He followed the designs until they disappeared behind him. He turned his head, tracing the bared fangs of a colorful, Japanese-styled cobra before meeting the eyes that studied him.

“Huh?”

“I said…‘good morning’ and ‘how are you,'” Alex grinned, the corners of his eyes deepening with humor. “Well?”

“M’good,” Gaz mumbled, scratching his chin. He scoffed out a laugh and shook his head. “Sorry, mate. It’s been a long morning.”

“Yeah? No kidding.” Alex quietly laughed, nodding his head down at the brewing coffee. His arm remained around Gaz for a moment as he looked back over.

“Gotta be careful with caffeine,” he continued as if he spoke from experience. The daylight coming from a nearby window caught the blues of his eyes. Gaz noticed, upper lip twitching with a smirk.

Gaz nodded. He relaxed under the warmth of Alex’s arm. The touch quelled the tension in his back. His eyes settled on the pot before him, and his foot began to tap. “I’ll be careful."

He was careful, but he was more than ready for that coffee. That kickstart it would offer after a few sips. That internal hug from a mug…

Alex’s arm slid away, his hand rubbing the muscles of the Sergeant’s back tenderly. Gaz didn’t even catch the words the man spoke, too lost in his thoughts about his cuppa when-

The tips of Alex’s fingers were noticeably colder as they brushed over the collar of his shirt, igniting his skin. The sensitivity of his neck was exposed the second Gaz sucked in a sharp breath, body flinching before he stiffened again.

Alex watched, head tilting as his eyebrows raised in amusement.

“On edge, are we?” the man quipped, lips pulling into a slow smile. Gaz ignored the heat crawling up his neck and to his cheeks. His head swung back in forth as he took a pointed step forward.

“Like I said, Keller,” he huffed. “Long morning.”

Gaz pressed against the counter, biting the inside of his cheek as his hands fumbled with the stack of disposable cups. All thoughts had muddled into one: the ghost of Alex’s touch lingering on his skin.

Alex opened his mouth to speak, stopping promptly as the door swung open with a swarm of words. It had been John, talking absentmindedly with the Lieutenant on his heels. Alex’s head snapped to the two, while Gaz kept a tense back against the noise.

“Ah, just the blokes I need. Kyle. Alex. My office, will you?” John spoke quickly as he flitted from the fridge and back to the door, a bottle of water in his hand. Ghost trailed him like a shadow, something of a file in hand that caught the Captain’s attention once again.

“Sure thing, sir,” Alex returned with a short nod, his body facing the door as John and Ghost exited. He took a glance over his shoulder, pursing his lips.

Gaz kept his head lowered, methodically ripping open a third packet of sugar and pouring it into the cup. He paid too much attention to the way it dissolved in the steaming pool of java.

What the fuck was that, Kyle?

Alex reached out, patting the Sergeant’s left shoulder as if to either say ‘see you later’ or ‘I know, it’s okay’. The thought of both made Gaz close his eyes, bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

“Can’t keep the Captain waiting,” Alex called over his shoulder as he walked out, the door closing painfully slow behind him. Gaz didn’t move until he heard the ‘click’. He deflated immediately, dispelling a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Bloody…Christ,” he growled, slamming a hand on the counter. Gaz snapped a lid over his cup before taking it in a tight hold, ignoring the subtle tent that had set up camp between his thighs.

read the rest of this work on my ao3 (𝟏𝟖+ || 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈)

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[anothercrisis]

Wake up, I’ve been brainrotting over the civvie au (with healthy enablement from @alexgalaxyboo) and I’m here to share some thoughts.

Here’s some of the groundwork and some who will be here and how they get introduced:

Price, late-thirties, decides he’s tired of the city and wants to move into a quieter neighborhood. He can work remotely and doesn’t have any real ties or reasons to stay in the city so he doesn’t.

The house he purchases is a shabby thing at the corner of the street. His neighbors are the Laswells, Kate the American and her British wife, along with Kate’s nephew, Alex Keller.

Their houses are a little closer than standardly comfortable. But there is a large oak tree between them (remember that, it’s vitally important later on) that shadows and gives them a bit of privacy.

The neighborhood is friendly enough with each other, but they’re not like a community. Which suits Price fine because he isn’t there to make friends; he just wants some quiet. But the Laswells see this man move in next door, alone, and adopt him. They check up on him regularly, invite him over for tea, and bake and cook for him occasionally.

And it’s good for several years, this little life. But Price didn’t account for the loneliness he would start to feel. So, because of the heart he has and the fact he always wanted to be a father, he signs up to foster kids.

Soap and Gaz, who are about 10 and 9 respectively, are two halves of a pair. (I’m not sure yet why they’re in the foster care system but that’s where they are.) The system has tried to separate them, but Soap is crazy and does all kinds of wild shit any time Gaz is taken away from him, like setting things on fire or running away.

Chaos Incarnate and his Accomplice get assigned to Price, who is nervous at first because of what he’s heard, but this man (in every universe it’s a Constant) can and will adopt and wrangle these boys with his firm father hand and his depthless love.

The fact that Alex Keller, who is Soap’s age, lives next door has nothing to do with why Soap behaves. It’s totally not because Gaz has a crush on the American boy and asks Soap to behave so they can stay. (I’m lying to you.)

But it’s not just that. Soap and Gaz fit in really well with Price. They like him, he likes them. They make a good family. So, after having them for a time, he starts the process of legal adoption. They’re about 12 and 11 when they legally becomes Price’s sons.

Some months later, the Riley family moves into the neighborhood, bringing with them another boy their age. Simon is about 13 and is immediately welcomed into their merry little band of preteens. Which he joins, because he takes any opportunity to be away from his father.

Time passes. The boys are getting bigger and stronger. They play rough, and sometimes do it inside despite Price’s insistent that they don’t. Soap accidentally puts his shoulder through the wall while trying to evade capture. Insert Nik, the big Russian carpenter/repairman who Soap and Gaz immediately decide will be their second dad.