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Simon shut the door to his room behind him, his hands shoved into his pockets, as if he was hiding something.
He rushed over to his bed and sat down, pulling the dirty piece of clothes from his hoodie pocket and sat it in his lap, staring down at the garment. He considered what to do with it, hide it with the rest of the clothing he had stolen from the Scot? No, no he had to do more.
He got comfortable on the bed, unbuckling his belt and throwing it aside, pulling his cargo pants off and palming himself through his boxers, he pulled his mask off with his free hand and threw it aside. Putting the foul smelling boxer to his face and inhaling. He gritted his teeth and took another deep breath, pulling his own boxers down and wrapping his hand around his length, starting a slow pace with his hand.
He dropped the cloth, reaching under his blanket for the sweat stained gym shirt and putting the underarm section to his face, taking a deep breath, the scent of his Sargent intoxicating and dizzying. Speeding up his strokes, his hips bucking upwards into his hand. He tried his best to be silent, getting caught would be humiliating, the lieutenant Riley, jerking off to his Sargents soiled clothing would damage his reputation horribly, but the idea also excited him. The idea of Johnny walking in while he was like this, letting the taller Brit take the pent up desire out in him.
He moaned, taking another deep breath arching his back and speeding up his pace, chasing that white heat that was building in his core. He closed his eyes, letting himself go down that depraved path of ecstasy. His whole body tensed, each muscle tightening with the burning pleasure threatening to spill, and with a few more strokes, it did.
He closed his eyes and took a few breaths, calming himself down before sitting up and opening his eyes. He looked down at himself, the mess he made on his hand and thighs. He sighed and used the stolen boxers to clean the mess, pulling his own boxers and cargos up.
He sat up and folded the stolen boxers, tucking them in his hoodie pocket. He got up from bed and headed out the door, towards Soaps room. He banged on the door and waited, as if time stood still. Soap answer with a smile “LT! What brings your sorry ass to my door?” Ghost just grunted in return and shoved the boxers into his hands, turning on his heels and beelining back to his room.