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"You' gonna owe me for this" Ghost listened as Soap's heavy Scottish voice rang through the intercom "Why?" "We're solving each other's problems'' Soap responded a bit cheerfully to his question as Ghost placed his finger over the finger before speaking again "What's my problem?"
After a minute the McTavish responded "The mask..take it off"
"Show my face?"
Ghost could feel a slight smirk tug against his mouth as Soap confirmed his statement "Yes, sir."
"Negative"
Soap grumbled under his breath at the word as he opened a box of amno. Though he didn't stop, deciding to press on "Are you ugly?"
"Quite the opposite"
"I doubt that" Soap wanted the last word in the quarrel, Ghost felt his mouth do a full smirk.
Debating if he should humor the sergeant he opted for teasing him just a bit; he wanted a reaction.
"I could show you sometime"
"Show your face, L.T?" Soap's voice seemed to light up a bit
"Affirmative" "Maybe over some drinks...L.T I'm at the bar"
Ghost chuckled softly at the random switch of conversation "I'd murder for a Whiskey" "You mean Scotch?"
Soap reply and rustling could be heard in the background "I drink Bourbon." As the Brit replied something clinked in the Sargents head replying with "Like a good ol' boy'' his accent rolled off his tongue and Ghost sat still for a second, and for some reason he felt a reaction from his body; a small twitch down in his boxers was evident.
"L.t you there" McTavish's voiced snapped him back to reality as he scoffed a bit "affirmative"
"you like my accent, Lieutenant?" He spoke more naturally, his heavy Scottish going into a purr. Ghost kept his face neutral, well tried to at the least.
"I prefer you not talking. '' He decided to mask his real reaction for now, But John pushed on. "It's alright if you like it so much sir, no shame" the younger spoke a smirk clear on his face.
"Get back to work McTavish"
"Awe but wouldn't you like to hear me say good ol' boy"
Ghost breath hitched before gruffing as he put his gun to safety. "I would rather have you quiet" his voice was rough through Soap's intercom as he chuckled a little sitting down behind the bar.
"And how would you do that, sir. Put a gag in my mouth" McTavish stated jokingly but he got flustered when Ghost just chuckled, not denying or agreeing leaving his mind to wonder.
"You need a few mintues Sargent? Think you need some privacy" Ghost had a clear smirk as Soap's mouth gaped a bit "Wh- hey! No it isn't-" "Oh defensive now too, maybe you're flustered to. I see how you've looked at me"
Soap listened to Ghost lower his voice causing the other to feel a bludge form in his jockstrap, he muttered a soft 'fuck' earning another chuckle from the lieutenant "So you do want me"
This time Soap didn't try to hide his needy behavior giving a quiet "please" almost in a whiney tone, Over the com he heard Ghost shift a bit "Yeah? I'll help you luv...go 'head and stroke yourself"
The Scottish was quick to listen getting his pants down to his knees having to arch his back from his sitting position as he got the jockstrap off. His hand reached to his semi hard cock stroking a bit, "Are you stroking luv" "ye-yes sir" Soap shuffled a bit teasing his tip giving a quiet moan "Good, just listen to me and I'll let you come..let me hear you"
His hand wasted no time grabbing his dick that was throbbing with need at this point. A soft sound left his mouth as he stroked himself slowly figuring Ghost didn't want him to go fast.
“Please.” Soap muttered bitting his lip other snaking up his body going under his shirt slightly massaging his nipple, occasionally pinching"
"Atta boy..keep going"
Soap groaned again, shifting his hips as he started to stroke himself a tad faster. “You not going to let me hear you?”
“What do you want to hear?” Ghost’s breathing was heavy, at least telling Soap that Ghost was touching himself too.
“And you’re really lucky I’m not there right now.”
“How..so"
"You'd just used for sucking my cock, therefore I'd have you tied up nicely on your knees."
At that, Soap groaned and stroked himself more quickly.
"I'd make sure your hands were tied behind your back, nice and tight, so you couldn't touch yourself. I'd keep your knees apart with my boots to make sure you're kneeling up properly. I might have to find some kind of wire for you since you don't have enough hair for me to grab and properly fuck your mouth with."
"What if none of that was sufficient and I still came?"
Soap was breathing more shallowly.
"I would then have to hand you over and place your face and hands on the floor, ass in the air perhaps"
Soap was getting close stroking more, his groans getting more louder “You’re getting close, aren’t you?”
“aye.” Soap admitted.
“Stop touching yourself, then.”
Soap groaned softly but pulled his arm up, only able to stare at his achingly hard Dick dripping precum.
“Good boy.” Ghost groaned again as Soap huffed about being stopped.
"I'll give you whatever you want after luv. Just let me hear you" Ghost tried to coax Soap who was eager to agree.
"Good..go ahead and touch yourself slowly deal, no cumming until I say"
Soap let his hand go to his throbbing cock as he stroke slowly whimpering as Ghost spoke praises into the com, all while the masked man stroked himself to the little whimpers and moans the sergeant let out.
"Ghost- pleas-..please let me cum!" Soap was panting more and Ghost could tell his storking was faster pace as he begged Ghost for release.
"Yea- fuck..yeah luv, go 'head" Ghost's cock twitched when he heard Soap's lewd noise as he came, Ghost cumming soon after both huffing.
"Get yourself cleaned up..meet me at the church" Ghost voice snapped Soap out of his daze, slowly finding napkins and cleaning himself up; as he did Ghost spoke up.
"Then we can have some real fun"