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It takes Simon approximately three seconds to notice something is up with Price when he enters the briefing room. The captain is wearing loose fatigue pants and a simple tan shirt instead of the full kit he usually chooses to wear at these meetings. He’s tense too, making every movement carefully. On top of that, he keeps shooting nervous looks at Kyle on his phone like the man is holding a loaded gun.
Deciding against there being any real threat, Simon knows this is going to be a very interesting briefing. He knows Johnny noticed it too considering how bouncy the other man is in his seat.
Once everyone present - about twelve soldiers including them - takes their seats and has a chance to look through the files, Price clears his throat. All attention is on him as he begins giving the run-down on what new information has been garnered that week and how it’s going to be applied to future missions. His voice is strong and steady despite the continued glances towards Kyle. Not enough for anyone else to notice, but Simon knows Price. Knows him like he knows his knives. Something is up between those two.
“They moved a not insignificant amount of forces west for seemingly no reason, so we’re going to—“ Price stops mid sentence, body jerking inward with a harsh exhale of breath he manages to turn into a cough. Johnny hides a laugh behind his hand next to Simon, having obviously caught onto something Simon hasn't. He narrows his eyes and slides his gaze over to Kyle. Kyle meets his glare looking entirely too smug and turns his phone enough that Simon can see the screen. Without looking away, he slides a finger up the purple display of the vibrator control app. Price flinches again, forcing another cough with his fists clenched tight against the table. Kyle pointedly looks over at Price, then back to the phone, then back to Simon with a grin.
Simon shakes his head and goes to reach for the phone, but Johnny grabs his wrist. There's no way that Simon can pull away from him without causing a scene, so he sends an apologetic look at their captain then settles in for the show.
After another ten minutes and two more "coughing fits", Price looks ready to burst. His red face and weak voice can be explained by the faux tickle in his throat, but his knees are starting to look unsteady. When Kyle sends Johnny a look of pure evil across the table, Price snaps.
"Sergeant Garrick, am I distracting you from whatever it is you're doing on your phone?"
"Sorry, sir," Kyle says, not sounding at all apologetic as he makes a show of putting the phone back in his pocket. From the glare on Price's face, Simon assumes Gaz neglected to actually turn off the vibrations first.
"It won't happen again, I promise." The false sincerity dripping from Kyle's voice only proves his theory, and he shakes his head again.
The meeting finally comes to a close a little over half an hour after it started. Price struggled for a bit after making the mistake of forcing Gaz to put the phone away, but he managed to make it through the rest of the brief without the need for any more fake coughs. He dismisses everyone with a curt "On your way," and people start packing up their printed briefs to study in their own time. In the bustle, Kyle slips his phone back out into his hand. Ghost uses Soap's own distraction with gathering his papers to finally rip out from his grip and yank the phone away from Gaz before he can do any more damage. Price sends him a grateful look as he sinks into a chair, thighs pressed together and head leaning back.
Ghost pins Gaz in place with a glare until the last person leaves the room, distracted from the goings-on and guided out by Soap's cheerful accent. The moment Ghost hears the door close and lock, he knocks Gaz's legs out from under him and pins him to the table with a hand to the throat.
"Not very nice of you," he chastises, "teasing our poor captain like that."
Even as he speaks, he slides a slow thumb from the bottom of the purple display to the top, increasing the intensity of the vibrator until Price chokes on a sob and folds over in his seat to press his forehead against the cool table.
"Oh, poor thing," Johnny teases, scraping his nails through Price's short hair before gripping the short strands to yank him back upright. Price scrambles for a grip on Johnny's arm, shirt, anything, especially as Soap forces his knees apart with his own legs.
"Too much. Fuck, please, it's too much." Price begs, hips jerking against his will. He's openly panting now, tears building in his eyes.
"Pretty thing, begging like that, isn't he, Si?" Soap calls, moving his knee onto the chair to cruelly grind the vibrator down harder against him.
"Dealing with my own naughty thing, Johnny," Ghost growls out, tightening his grip on Gaz's throat and enjoying the way his eyes roll back. Gaz still has that stupid, unapologetic smirk on his face, even as he's being choked out. Simon backhands him with the hand holding the phone, hard, and laughs at the way the smirk drops into a slack-jawed 'O'. He tugs Kyle back to standing by the front of his shirt and turns him around to watch Price fall apart.
"Every second it takes him to come," Simon whispers, "is how many times we're going to edge you until you're begging and crying even prettier than our captain."
True to the words, Price has tears streaming down his cheeks as he arches and jerks against Johnny's hold. Simon holds the phone up so Kyle can watch as he switches the vibrations to the highest possibly setting. Soap can barely get a hand over Price's mouth fast enough to muffle the way Price screams.
"One, two, three," Simon starts counting out as Price thrashes and twists, desperately tries to get away from the sensation. He makes it halfway through "eleven" before Price goes taut as a bow string, not even breathing as he comes so hard it soaks through his fatigues. Even so, Simon counts out "twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen," before the captain frantically slaps the table three times. Instantly, Ghost turns the vibrator completely off and lets go of Gaz so they can both rush over to his side.
All three of them hover as Price catches his breath, still hiccuping out sobs against Johnny's chest and trembling like a leaf. When he looks closer to himself, Ghost takes off his heavy hoodie and lays it across his back while Kyle grabs him a paper cup of water from the machine in the corner.
"You broken, Captain?" Kyle asks, squatting down to try to make eye contact. Price raises a weak thumbs-up and a shaky smile.
"In the best way possible, Gaz," His voice is rough, breath still catching a bit. "Do me a favor and never give Simon the controls again, yeah? Fuckin' menace..."
"You love it," Simon bites back with a kiss to the captain's sweat-soaked temple.
The room is silent for a moment, just everyone pressed close together while Price continues to come down from his high. Just calm breathing, the other three's continued arousal ignored.
"So..." Johnny starts, breaking the silence. "About Gaz's punishment. Are we doing that now or?"
"Fuck off, Soap, you had just as much of a hand in this as me!"
"I'm not the one who bought the fuckin' thing!"