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Knock. Knock.
Thankfully you didn’t have your hands down your shorts. But that didn’t keep you from juggling with your phone until it fell to the floor, face down, tearing your earphones out in its course. Instinctively, you crawled out of your bed, nearly tripping on your way to the door. So much for your first night “off” in a while. What you expected to be a quick summon back to your desk, turned out to be a much more dreadful interruption.
“I – Oh. No.”
Words came out wrong. But genuine. Understandably, considering the uninvited individual.
“Didn’t miss me?”
The sergeant pulled a sad puppy face. One trick he knew always worked. Which allowed him to take one eager step in your quarters. Enough for you to fall back with your tail between your legs. Not so much for your casual “straight out of the shower” look book. Neither the fact he obviously intended to hang around, holding onto two beers. More so what was currently playing on your phone screen.
“Wasn’t informed you were coming back so soon.” you scratched the back of your head.
Oh, you could tell he knew something was off as he merely allowed himself in, closing the door behind. Not like the whole team couldn’t read you like an open book after tagging along through the comms for so long. Your eyes diverted to the side, your mind racing like some damn hot wheels. You could subtly crouch. Block the screen. Quickly press the home button and throw it on the bedside table. No. Even safer, just crouch and turn the damn thing off. Despite your nervosity, you quickly glanced at his exposed arms from wearing a shirt. Tight one at that. His messy mohawk down and ready for bedtime. Scruffy beard that shouts he only recently got back and hasn’t bothered with it yet.
“Liquid melatonin?” You tilted your head to get a closer look at the beers label. “You’re not going to shotgun my bed now, are you?”
You got the expected that cheeky smile as he reached out to hand you one can. Your gazes lowered from one another to pop the lids. Just long enough for you to forget the waiting disaster on your floor.
“Well, if you want to tuck me in feel free.” Soap pointed out before taking a sip.
You drank as well, while mentally slapping yourself for turning what would have been a typical joke you would throw each other into something else. Thanks to the waiting disaster on your floor.
“Didn’t wake you up, I hope?” he pondered, eyes shifting to your bed.
Thank god you messed around the blankets when you rushed to that door. Now you had half an excuse.
“No, no!” you feigned the contrary, praying from the depths of your heart that he would retreat. “Still doing the night owl shift, you know…”
“Damn, how long have they been keeping you up?”
You could tell through his jest that he genuinely wondered. Slightly closing in, noticing the circles under your eyes. Hand slightly raising to point… Or touch them? Can’t tell since he stopped midway.
“Someone ought to do the unwanted shift.” You sighed.
“Aye.” he chuckled, as it crossed his mind that he was probably out of place. “In that case I better leave you to it, lass.”
So it was decided that the both of you could use some sleep. As they say, the path to hell is paved with good intentions. It was with one, that Soap gently retrieved the beer from your grasp, passing you by as he headed for your bedside table. You? For forgetting the reason you wanted him out so quick. Him? For not noticing it was in his way. The moment his foot met the hardened case of your phone, your face dropped. Not at the prospect of the beer stains you would have to clean or a broken device. You just knew the man too well to tell what exactly he would do next. You had but a small window of time between him noticing the obstacle and regaining his balance to somehow slip it out of his reach, come up with an hurried answer to an impending apology-
“Shit!” he swore, jumping forth on one foot. “Beer’s fine!”
Too efficiently, he slammed down both beers on the targeted surface before beating you to your slow-motion race. As synchronised as a boy’s band, you crouched to pick up the phone. To your dismay, his big hand covered it before yours. You needed no mirror to tell the life was draining out of you. Freezing on the spot. You were barely an inch away from his face, as he cluelessly and mindfully scanned the device.
“Blue, don’t leave your phone on the ground like that!” he scolded, flipping the thing. “Doesn’t seem cracked. So sorry-“
The squint in his eyes. The brows rising. The screen light flashing on his skin. The deafening silence. You knew you were done for. Shame didn’t even cut it, you exhaled the soul of your body as your face sunk to your knees.
“Blue...”
“Blue isn’t here. Leave a message after the tone…“
The barrel of a gun against your cranium would be god sent. You held your breath as your last inch of dignity sank further into the dark abyss of your closed orbs before you felt a mindful tap on your shoulder.
“Hey there…” Soap’s voice got softer, but not devoid of teasing. “We all do what we gotta do.”
“For fuck sake Soap!” your voice came out muffled from being pressed into your knees. “Why you had to come and barge in a lady’s quarter this late at night?!”
“DP? Cream pies? Casting couch…“
The fucker was scrolling through your tags. You snapped back into the light, mercilessly about to slap your phone back into oblivion and out of his grasp. But he leaned back just in time to avoid your short-lived fury.
“I usually check these out too… Except the first one.” he pondered out loud, with the same intonation one would give the talk to their kid.
“Soap.” you warned him.
“But I’m sure most women do, nothing to be ashamed of…”
“MacTavish…”
“You’re part of the team, Blue. No matter how degenerate you are.”
He was obviously trying to reassure you, laugh it out, but your ego couldn’t bear it.
“Look who’s speaking!” you rolled your eyes. “Sergeant ‘Draw me like one of your chinook’. Any new pinups’ drawings to show me in that journal?”
“You love them. Don’t deny it.”
“There’s artistic nudity and straight up self-indulgent porn.”
“No wonder you got all that dirty talk down.”
“You guys are always the one starting it!”
“But you love joining in.”
“And what if I’m watching this for laughs, too?” you remarked. “It’s like horror movies, both have comedic potential.”
“Well in that case… And since we are both degenerates,” he grinned. “How about we watch it together? I’m an appreciator of fine cinema.”
The proposition struck you. You furrowed hesitantly, prompting him to juggle his next words.
“Can’t be more awkward than this now, can it?” he noted, rising on his feet. “Doubting my sense of humor?”
It was with whatever confidence you had left that you gathered the will to follow, still not matching his height.
“Not a word about this to the others.”
Judging by his smirk, you must have looked as threatening as a pocket dog.
“Not a word. Promised.”
Next thing you knew, he left himself fall on your bed as if it was a ball pit. He reached out for your pillows, throwing them behind his back against the wall. He then scooted to the side before tapping to his left, inciting you to join in what little space was left in the single bed. You sighed before climbing in, trying not to brush his arm too much as you settled in next to him. That shirt was really too tight, the more you looked at it. Arms seemed ready to burst out. He had to do it on purpose.
“We’re really doing this?” you recited like a mantra. “Two lonely friends on a base…”
“Laughing it off at porn.” he merrily confirmed. “And play-“
“Hold on, the earphones…”
His finger touched the screen simultaneously as you unplugged the audio source. Causing him to nearly drop the device again due to the high volume emanating from it. Thankfully, Soap was just as quick lowering the volume as he had been to put you in this situation to start with.
“Thank god this is female oriented porn…” you clenched your teeth. “Otherwise, I would have had to explain to my neighbor the incessant exaggerated squeals in the dead of night.”
“Watched a few of these.” the sergeant admitted, with a playful nod.
“Really now?” you turned from the screen, glancing curiously at him. “Always wondered if you guys really enjoyed the white noise squeals…”
“It gets too much sometimes. Makes it hard to focus, you know.”
Through your laughter, you realized you were openly speaking about your porn preferences and the soldier’s… Masturbation habits. All to the visual of a woman being slowly eaten out at the edge of a bed and the audio of faint moans and gasps. Such a friendly conversation. To avoid any awkwardness, you quickly broke the dawning silence since Soap seemed to become slowly invested in the plotline. As if it would also deter the rising heat in your cheeks.
“Another tag of yours, then?” you noted.
“These feel more real, anyway.” he confessed, sinking deeper into the bed. “Never seen a woman who enjoys being straight up boned like you’re pumping balloons.”
Despite the tense atmosphere, which you began to think only applied to your side of things, you couldn’t help but snort. You felt your comrade shift since your face ended up buried in part of his pillow to choke your laughter.
“Breathe in Blue,” he jested. “Don’t want to have to tell the lieutenant you’re out of commission because of porn.”
You finally turned, face red, taking in a deep breathe before managing to articulate your thoughts. Some time was allowed for you to recover while you both stared at a hard cock being released in a rather cinematic angle.
“And to explain why exactly you would know.”
Distracted by the twitching cock, you nearly forgot each others presence for a moment. Denying the rising heat in your lower body… Considering your guest. In the absence of an answer, you glanced over at Soap to notice his gaze quickly coming back up to the screen. Whilst making yourself comfortable, it appears your bare legs brushed up against his, still covered with his pants. Instinctively, you subtly moved them back.
“Do you think her tits are real?”
Digging your own grave, again. Don’t know where that came from. Futile attempt. Failure. Abort mission.
“Gravity should tell us…” Soap trailed off. “In 1…2…”
You amiably punched him in the shoulder at the same moment the man in the movie aligned himself to enter her. But his prediction was short lived the moment the woman sat up and brought him to her salivating mouth. Slowly reaching for his member and licking the tip. You grinned mischievously and leaned forward, acting out like a sports fan, which you were not by any mean.
“She just uno reversed him!”
The sight with your added comment cracked the poor sergeant, who covered his face with his free hand while struggling to maintain your phone in position for you to see what ensues. From your new vantage point, your eyes glossed over… A game changer. To say the least. Not that you could blame him, he was a man and well… You were both watching porn for fuck sake. But there he was struggling to breathe while you remained frozen forth, sight set on the faint tent in his pants. It was… Big. At least it appeared to be. Distractingly so. Your mind went back to the scene of the cock flopping out – And now you just couldn’t help but visualize Soap’s. Strained under the fabric. One fly short away from your reach.
And you, were just a woman. Needless to say, you have more than once pondered how your fellow coworkers looked like – performed – thoughts easily disregarded out of professionalism. Plus you weren’t out there with them in the field. But still being present on the other end of the line – They grew on you. Some more than others. And by some cosmic will out there you were now watching porn in your own bed with the fondest of the lot.
“Found your own blackmail material?”
His darned accent snapped you out of it. So badly that there was no hiding what had just transpired.
“This…” you fumbled, trying to return the earlier favor. “This is completely normal Soap. Really. You’re a healthy young man…”
You stopped before further embarrassing yourself. Plus, he looked quite entertained by your explanation.
“What?” you urged. “Don’t make me pull out a PowerPoint presentation!”
“Oh, please don’t…” he finally dropped the phone onto the bed, looking up at the ceiling. “I brought this on myself didn’t I?”
You remained silence, but the tilt of your head gave him the “yes” he sought. If he was humiliated, it didn’t show. His slightly tanned skin from recent operations didn’t show any sign of flushing. Piercing blue eyes threatening to undo you as they locked on you. Something that remained unspoken, but definitely felt. Your body pushed through, reacting on its own. The moment you crawled closer, laying a hand on his chest, feeling it rise at every breath. He just studied you, as your fingers brushed their way up to his neck and finally, settling on his cheek.
“Johnny…”
At the sweet cooing of his name, you felt a soft but longing grip on your wrist.
“What are you thinking, Blue?” he insisted.
The fingers lacing around your tender skin encouraging you to speak out. Not an order. But could as well be. Your attention went back for a moment to your discarded phone by his side. Man hasn’t pressed pause. The background moans stirred a chuckle from the both of you. With your other hand, you sought to reach out and stop the video – But his arm slid around your waist before you could do so. Easily pulling you forth so your face hovered his.
“This is what you want me to do to you?”
This close, his voice sounded deeper. Wanting. The proximity of his lips an immediate threat to your better judgement.
“And what of the things I want to do to you?” you asked back.
The lust in your eyes was undeniable. You revelled at the slight surprise in his. He took the cue and released your wrist, leaving your hand free to wander down to his pants. Not before feeling every inch of his hard heaving abs on the way.
“Someone knows what’s coming.” you hummed, slowly unzipping.
“Wouldn’t mind you pulling that card on me.” he disclosed with a laugh, unable to let go. “But there’s an order to things.”
In one swift movement he sat up, firmly grabbing your waist to pull you into his laps. His lips crashed into yours as he steadied you into his hold. You felt like melting with the mere heat radiating from his body.
“Wasn’t going to let you go down on me without a proper kiss.”
You brought your arms around his neck, closing in for another. He followed your slow lead. Feeling every inch he could before you broke contact.
“Can I, now?” you teased, feeling his cock through the fabric.
“Maybe.” he smiled, his mouth still brushing yours.
You scooted back, taking the time to bring your hairs behind your ears. You unbuttoned his pants, gazing dreamily at the shape in his boxers. One finger grazed all the way to the tip. It poked back into your hand.
“Wait-“
Your head tilted up at his call. It took him a few seconds to actually speak. As if mesmerized.
“I want to see you.”
The demand was so desperate, needy. It would have been a crime not to abide.
“Don’t expect a strip show out of this pyjama.” you fairly warned him.
“Ain’t got my wallet, anyway.” he winked back.
The bastard. You slipped up your tank top, revealing your breasts briefly before throwing the piece of clothing in his face. Of course, he quickly got rid of the thing but by then it was too late to get an ample view. Instead, he could only see you bent over him, releasing his hard cock in your face. You marvelled at its thickness. Giving the eager soldier a quick glance before pressing your lips at its tip. You playfully swirled your tongue around his sensitive part just to be rewarded with a moan. Satiating your curiosity, for now.
“So this is how you sound like, sergeant.”
The visible cringe at the use of his title in the context fuelled you as you brought your hand at the base. This time, engulfing him entirely into your mouth before he could replicate anything. You slowly started to bob your head down. Wetting his length further as you went. You went the furthest you could, unable to take all of him. By the time you brought your head back up, his hand started massaging your scalp. The tenderness encouraged you to lick your way back, earning another pleasing sigh from him.
“Fuck, Blue...”
Checks out he was quite the gentle lover. You giggled to yourself, peaking at him with his head thrown back as you started pumping him. He was now slick with your saliva, easing the motion. The sounds your mouth made were filthy at best… Reality kicking in to the fact you were going down on MacTavish. With porn still playing in the background. And you didn’t give a single care because you wanted that dick so bad… And so far, it seemed quite reciprocated. Regrets could come later.
“Come here.” he groaned, grabbing under your chin. “Not coming into your mouth the first time around.”
His finger swept the extra drool beneath your lips as you raised a brow.
“You say that when we just watched porn together?” you couldn’t help pointing out.
You approached him on all four, as he lured you back closer. Finally getting the view he sought on your breasts. He leaned forward, unable to resist. Soap embraced you, leaving kisses in the crook of your neck. A slight tingle when his thumb flicked your nipple. You reflexively stared down, basking in the sight of the man settling his face in your chest, cupping a breast to lick one while toying with the other. It was so late you might as well have been dozing off and dreaming all this… But no. It felt quite real in your pants. Not that you weren’t already quite started up prior to his interruption. Not that you were mad in retrospect.
“You’re perfect.” he groaned as he sucked at your nipple, before releasing it with a pop. “Fuck…”
His hands found the hem of your shorts, easily pulling them off along your underwear. You helped him, considering your position… And quickly realised how drenched you were. Couldn’t hide a slight flush, which didn’t evade him. He lost no time kissing you again and slipping a finger along your folds to feel it for himself. You felt him smirk against your lips.
“Is that all from the movie, or did I play a part in this?”
“Johnny-“
Amused by your useless effort to squeeze out of his hold, he sat you back on his laps facing him as you pouted.
“Just saying,” he reckoned. “A man’s gotta pull his own weight.”
He pushed a finger in, making you gasp at the intrusion. He lingered there, feeling your walls and enjoying the lewd sounds created by how wet you were. His thumb carefully circled your clit. As if he was scouting how close you were too.
“I- I don’t know how long I’ll last Johnny.” you mewled; a bit ashamed to admit considering this was your first go with him.
And what was his answer to that? You felt empty a moment, as his finger left you. But the next second he took off his shirt, treating you with the fruits of all his training. Your mouth fell open a bit. Eyes shifting up and down his toned chest.
“I know,” you sighed. “I look dumb. But god damn… What do they feed you?”
“You’ve… Never seen me shirtless?” He paused, unable to recall.
“Should I? Last time I checked, they don’t keep pictures of you naked in your files.”
“Want one?”
“Now, wouldn’t that be compromising?”
Once more your attention was enticed by your phone on which the porno was still playing and… Granted, it turned into full blown penetration and the sound of the woman’s ass clapping into the man’s laps. A point of view you always appreciated, given… Seeing her bouncing, filled to the hilt.
“Want that, Blue?” he suggested. “To fuck yourself on my cock?”
You turned back to MacTavish, who lazily played with your clit. Watching your every nervous flinches. You started avoiding his touch, out of sensitivity.
“Badly.” you caved in.
His fingers dug in the flesh of your hips, lining you over his girth.
“All yours.”
He was still drenched with your drool and you, already dripping on the tip that pressed at your entrance. You wouldn’t have a hard time taking him. You rolled your hips against the head, feeling every bone in Soap’s hands struggling not to pull you down on him. He was entranced by how easily it slid between your folds. Nearly forgetting an important detail.
“Can I come inside you?” he inquired, as you swept his precum.
“You better.” you eagerly nodded.
“Can’t say stuff like that, lass.” he grunted. “Not if you want this ride to last.”
No need to further elaborate on your birth control. You laid both hands on the sergeant’s shoulders, before lowering yourself on him. You gasped, sucking him in effortlessly. Your walls clenching around his cock as they rapidly accommodated to it. You sank into him as far as you could.
“This is insane.” he hushed, head jerking back.
“Says the man with a knack for explosives.” you added, slowly pulling up.
“Shhhh - I could die happy with you riding me like that.”
“We’re just both really deprived, MacTavish.”
He twitched at every roll of your hips. You liked your lips in delight. The motion of your breasts like a pendulum for his eyes to follow. His hands travelling down to your ass, further spreading your cheeks for you to bounce deeper. The squelching sounds coming from fucking him so loud rivaled with the porno still playing on your phone.
“Naughty,” Soap said, noticing how you peaked. “Like to watch as you cream on me?”
Useless to deny, especially since his finger now pressed against your clit. Your eyes opened wide as he began rubbing you out as you filled yourself with him.
“If you like it so much, I’ll film you next time.”
He threw you a boastful smile, arousal creeping beyond the point of return.
“Show you how you look with my cum all over your lovely face.”
You accelerated your rhythm and so did he. Conjuring the image of your face slick with his dripping cum. A little souvenir for when you’re away. You mindlessly rutted against his finger, rocking harder onto his cock as you shook around him.
“That’s it.” he uttered. “Look at me, now.”
You obeyed, moaning sweetly as you stared down at him, riding the pleasurable wave of your orgasm to completion. Long exhales slipped past your lips as you kept fucking yourself on his cock. You fell forth, breasts squeezing against his chest. The soldier gave you another kiss before holding tightly onto you again, this time, pumping up into you. Each move merciless, driven by need. He pulled you down to meet each thrust, spread so wide and taking him so deep it was shameful to hear. Yet, you wished you could see the mess he was making of your cunt.
“Fill me up Johnny-“ you sweetly begged. “Please-“
His thrusts got slower, more intense. Until he buried himself to the hilt with one last frantic shove. He closed his eyes, clutching at you through his orgasm. A gratifying moan escaped that pretty mouth of his, while emptying himself inside you. You leaned forward, rubbing your palms up his chest to his scalp, sharing a smile before he kissed you hungrily once more. You hopped off, careful not to spill all over your bed as you rolled over to sit by his side, also reaching for tissues. You felt his arm slip over your shoulder, bringing you closer. As you turned, you noticed he held on to your phone, closing the video.
“To be clear, I didn’t come here with the intent to have sex with you.” He nuzzled your hair.
“Oh, you don’t say?” you scoffed. “The beer just couldn’t wait, right?”
“Now that you say so.”
He carefully stretched so he wouldn’t break the comfortable position he put you in, passing you your beer before picking his own.
“Had I known this is how the night would turn out,” he pondered between two sips. “Would have brought you some whiskey instead.”
“A man after my own heart.” you smiled.
“Poor Price.” he recalled. “You nearly downed the bottle to yourself.”
“He did say he didn’t want to drink too much. And you guys went from wine to bourbon… Like how many bottles? Gaz spent an hour in the bathroom. Hell, I just did the guy a favor in your stead.”
New Year’s Eve parties, those most of your teammates partially remembered. That time, yourself counted among them. You took a sip of your beer, snuggling into Soap’s warmth as he nudged you closer.
“So you really like dirty talk, hum?” he grinned. “Watch out. I might just get jealous next time the guys drop a joke.”
“Insinuating, sergeant?” you smouldered.
“We might just have to make this a public announcement.”
“Bad idea. They will ask the ‘how’.”
“I’ll just tell them my disrespectful ass asked you out of the blue in your own quarters at 3AM. Easy.”
“…And I said yes to that?”
You immediately regretted your reply as he dropped you the dramatic act again.
“Ouch, my heart.” He hissed. “But I really, really missed you...”
Soap assaulted your neck with a few pecks as you tried wiggling your way out of his arms without spilling beer all over the place.
“We did things backward,” he acknowledged, his face settling on your shoulder. “I didn’t even take you on a date...“
You chuckled, kissing the top of his head before yawning into it. Man was dozing off, and so were you.
“Let’s plan that out in the morning... Now hand me over that beer. We’re sticky enough as it is.”