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Ever since Soap had joined the 141 he had heard the stories. The stories about how everyone thought Price did have a secret wife. Although some thought he has a secret husband, which is correct according to Soap. And the jokes about Gaz being in love with helicopters, which isn’t really untrue. Gaz just really likes helicopters, and falling out of them. Always when there are many people in one place stories will start to brew. But Soap didn’t care much for these stories. Except for some. He did care for the stories about a certain person.
The stories he heard about Ghost was what really kept him interested. Stories about what terrible thing might be under the mask. Stories about people he has killed. About why he even wears the mask. But he really liked the stories about Ghost being a barracks bunny. He knew the story wasn’t real, but he liked to imagine.
His gruff, buff and dark lieutenant diving into bed with whoever wanted. Would he be the one to take it or would he give it? Would he be rough, like his personality, or would he be gentle and caring? How would he sound? Would he growl or would he whine? He didn’t know, but he would like to find out. Even though he knew the story wasn’t real, he could keep imagining.
Soap had also heard the stories about the delay in the upkeep of the waterpipes. And he certainly found out that that story is true. When sleeping in his private room, which he thankfully got thanks to Price, a waterpipe burst. It flooded the whole room and he had to relocate. The new room he got had just come free. It was better than the room he had before. It was bigger and had a small bathroom attached to it. Oh, and the best thing was that it was right next to Ghost’s room.
Soap really enjoyed waking up together with Ghost. Walking to the mess hall for breakfast with Ghost. And walking back to their rooms together with Ghost. What he didn’t expect though was finding out that the story about Ghost was completely true. Not the ones about his mask or killings. No, the story he found out to be true was the one about him being a barracks bunny.
The first couple of nights everything was quiet. But after about two weeks he heard someone come to Ghost’s door. At first Soap thought it was a new recruit trying to find out if the story was true. He expected Ghost to send him away immediately, maybe even shoot him in the face on a bad night. But instead he heard some talking, the door closing and shuffling inside. In Soap’s shocked state he held his breath. He didn’t know for how long but when the first moans ensued he started to breath again with a big gasp.
The only thing he didn’t like about his room at this point was that his bed was at the opposite wall. His desk was against the wall shared with Ghost’s room. Without second though he shot up from his bed and sat at his desk. If anyone asked he was just writing his reports. From this place closer to the wall he could heard wet noises accompany the soft moans. Someone must be getting a blowjob right now. He was wondering which of the two it was. He could hardly imagine Ghost on his knees with a cock in his mouth. Yet the thought of it did turn him on.
The low moans continued. They got louder and louder by the minute. Soap listened closely. He tried to figure out if the moans were Ghost’s or the other guy’s. His imagination went wild. Ghost on his knees, deepthroating that guy. He wished he could watch it. He wished he had Ghost’s lips wrapped around his dick. The velvety soft feeling of his mouth. His wet tongue running along his shaft. Ghost sucking on the tip of his cock.
It didn’t take long for little Soap to make an appearance. He didn’t want to do it but he couldn’t help himself. His hand travelled down his stomach to the bulge in his joggers. Rubbing his cock through his clothes he did his best to keep in his moans. If he could hear Ghost through the wall, he certainly could hear Soap as well.
On the other side of the wall the moans got quiet. A lot more shuffling ensued and the bed creaked. Soap could imagine what happened. They moved from the wall to the bed. Taken of all their clothes. Ghost was positioned on hands and knees, giving himself over to that guy. How he would hide his face in his pillow. He didn’t know what Ghost would sound like when he moaned or if he even did, but he would like to imagine he did.
After a while he heard a moan. It was different from a moment ago, this must be the other person. Was this Ghost? The moan sounded breathy. Another guttural groan came from his room. They were both moaning now. Soap kept rubbing his cock, bucking his hips up against his own hand. He started to breathe louder. He couldn’t hear the sounds from Ghost’s room like this. The sound of his rubbing and breathing was to loud. He groaned. The only way closer to the wall was to sit in the floor. He didn’t want to do that but he was desperate.
So he did. He moved to the floor, right next to his desk. He felt pathetic, but this way he could hear the sounds loud and clear. He heard two sets of moans. One was low and guttural. And the other was higher and whiny. He didn’t think it was Ghost but he would like to imagine Ghost whining while getting fucked. He imagined Ghost once again on his hands and knees. The other guy moving roughly in and out while Ghost just whined desperately. Barely able to take it. The other guys hands moving over his back. Pulling him back on his cock by the shoulders.
He imagined his own hand running over Ghost’s back. How his cock would move in and out of Ghost’s hole. Feeling the warmth all around him. He couldn’t take it. He took his cock out of his joggers and spat in his hand. He grabbed his cock tightly, almost too tight. He made himself slow down now. Slowly moving his hand up and down his shaft. He listened to the moans, how he wished to be there. Fucking Ghost. If only he had just one chance. He would make Ghost feel so good.
The moans grew louder. The slapping of skin was obscene. He could hear how hard they were fucking like this. He mimicked the rhythm. Moving his hand as fast as they were going. Placing himself in the same room. Imagining himself fucking Ghost. Once again he felt pathetic. Rubbing his cock desperately while on the ground, against his desk with his ear against the wall. He had to bite his fist in order to keep quiet. The moans were loud now. Rough fucking was going on. The wet slaps quick and obscene. That’s when he heard the other guy say ‘’Fuck, Ghost. They certainly were right about your great ass.’’ And then he knew his imagination was right. While that was said the whining and high pitched moans didn’t stop. It was Ghost who made those noises. He was indeed taking it. And he knew the story was right.
He rubbed his cock even harder. Bucking his hips up. Moving his desk in the process. He almost fell over when the desk suddenly moved to far. Not that he cared. He got on his knees and leaned more against the wall. A moan slipped out in his desperation. He didn’t care anymore though. Ghost was on the other side, getting fucked hard. And Soap was sitting on the floor, rubbing his cock roughly while listening to Ghost getting railed. He groaned. He was really close now.
The sounds in the other room were frantic. Not to long after he heard the other guy groan loudly. A loud slap of skin and some shuffling. Soap imagined Ghost lying on the bed. His hole filled with cum, the white fluid dripping out. The image was to much. He bucked his hips up one last time. Then he saw white. His mouth was hanging open. Spurts of white painted his stomach and wall. Fuck.
Once he got back into his own head, he realised what he just did. He felt dirty. Good but dirty. On the other side of the wall he heard the shower turn on. He was still breathing hard and needed a moment before he got up. His shirt was ruined and he really needed to clean the wall before someone came in. After he did that he decided that Ghost had a great idea and went to take a shower himself. In the shower he decided that he wanted to experience exactly what that other guy had experienced. He would get to fuck Ghost, even if it meant his death, but he would fuck him, consensually of course.