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“L.T.,” Soap breaks the silence between them, voice breathy and panting. Ghost startles just barely, wondering if Soap was compromised.
“How copy, Johnny?”
“Just fine, L.T. Hey, you said you sleep in that thing, right?”
Ghost stays silent, mulling over the words. “The mask? Affirmative, why?”
He notes that Soap hasn’t taken his finger off the button on his mic, allowing Ghost to listen to his heavy breaths and his anxiety to heighten. “You keep it in any other sorts of- of times? Keep it in the shower, L.T.?”
Ghost huffs, confused and worried and a little annoyed all at the same time. “What are you yabbering about, Sergeant? ‘Course I take it off to shower, else it’d get soaked.”
The Sergeant on the other line seems to take in a sharp inhale through his teeth. Ghost takes out a couple enemy members from his sniper and listens in. “What about- what about sex, L.T.? Keep it on then?”
At that, Ghost feels like the wind is knocked out of him. He sits up from the scope of his gun and turns toward his radio like that will make sense of the words Soap just spilled out. “Hardly an appropriate question for a superior, Johnny.”
“Humor me.”
“You hurt? That why yer askin’ stupid questions?” His accent is thick with barely-concealed panic. So is Johnny’s, and Ghost hopes it’s not because he’s bleeding out.
“Quite the opposite,” Soap quips, poorly mimicking his Lieutenant. “Just- come on, Simon,” he begs, letting out what sounds like a whine.
“What’re you doing, Sergeant? What’s happening over there?”
“I don’ think you want the answer to that, L.T.” Soap spits out.
“That’s an order, Johnny. Tell me what’s happened to you,” Ghost snarls, and Soap lets out a tiny whimper.
“Fuck, Ghost- sorry, sir- you’re just-” Soap is stumbling over his own explanation and Ghost’s eyebrows have furrowed. “So big, taller ‘n stronger than me- the way you order me around is so god damned-”
It dawns on Ghost at the same time a broken moan slides out of Soap's mouth. He double checks his scope, making half-assed shots to any stragglers, but thankfully they’re at a dip in activity. “Fuck, Johnny, don’t tell me you’re…”
“Sorry, sir,” he mutters, but he doesn’t actually sound all that sorry. Ghost swallows and listens to the noises his Sergeant is making on the other end. He and Johnny are already close, closer than Simon has been to anyone in a long time- which isn’t exactly saying much. He can’t afford to get closer, can’t afford to let his heart out and watch another person he loves be killed.
Not to mention how wrong it is for a Sergeant and a Lieutenant to be together, in a profession like this. They could both lose their positions, be sent back down to the bottom or even blacklisted and sent home. Or wherever Simon’s home is supposed to be.
Slowly, he pulls away from his sniper and lets a hand rest on his bulge, hardly even a half-chub yet. “Talk to me, Johnny,” he murmurs into his mic. “Tell me what you need from me.”
“Fuck-” Johnny stammers, not expecting his Lieutenant to do this with him. “Sir, I want to be on your cock, want you to- to shove it down my throat and choke me with it.”
Simon does nothing but hum, pleased, and stroke at his growing erection. “Call me my name, Johnny. Say it.”
“Simon,” he gasps out, and Simon can hear muffled wet noises. “Simon, please- you’ll do it for me, won’t you sir? Choke me with your cock?”
“I’ll do a lot more than that to you, Johnny. The next time I see you yer gettin’ bent over, y’hear me?” Simon unzips his tactical pants to the sound of Johnny’s whimpers, pulling the mask up just enough to yank his glove off with his teeth. “You like that, Johnny? Want my dick in you, fuckin’ up your insides?”
“Fuuuck, Simon, please tell me you’re touchin’ yourself too.”
“‘Course I am, Johnny. How could I not with the sounds yer makin’? Whimperin’ and whinin’ just for me?”
Johnny groans shakily at Simon’s words, and it’s music to his ears. He wraps his ungloved hand around the base of his dick and grunts. “Shit, Johnny, maybe I will choke you with it. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Slobberin’ all over your Lieutenant’s cock, a cumdrunk whore of a Sergeant you are.”
“Si’,” Johnny mewls. “Simon, ya can’t say tha’ to me. I’m tryin’ not to cum before you, damn it.”
“Do it if you want, Johnny. God knows I wouldn’t be able to if I weren’t sure you were satisfied too,” Simon orders, fist pumping faster in compensation. “Go on then, Johnny. Make yerself cum all over yer fuckin’ gear. Cum to my voice, Johnny.”
That’s what finally does it for him, Simon ordering him to cum in that gravelly dark voice of his. The broken moans and begging Simon to cum too is what does it for the other man. For a few moments they sit there in silence again, listening to each other catch their breath.
“Thanks, L.T.,” Soap mutters with a raspy voice. “Love you.”