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(Continuing where the prompt left off.)
You gasped and tightened the top of your towel at the sight of your Lieutenant. You didn't expect to see him here of all places, but it was too late to ignore him. Your eyes met Ghost's and you gave a silent nod in acknowledgement of his presence. You noticed him look over your body, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he nodded back at you before walking further into the sauna. You watched his back muscles ripple as his arms swung by his side. He had headphones on and his phone was in his hand. Like everyone else in the sauna, Ghost was undressed. All he had was a towel secured around his waist. You had no idea whether he was wearing anything underneath it. He was also wearing a cloth mask with a skull painted on it around the lower-half of his face. Ghost had ditched the balaclava and consequently, his blonde hair was available for the world to see. He settled down in the far back corner, leaving just enough space for you in case you'd want to sit next to him.
You surveyed the room and its inhabitants. Although it wasn't a steam room, the air was hot and heavy, which made it difficult to see much of anything. You decided to sit next to Simon as none of the other prospects looked inviting. There was very minimal room available and you didn't want to sit silently next to an awkward stranger. You walked over and sat down next to him. As you sat down, Ghost moved one of his headphones so it sat diagonally across his head, exposing one of his ears.
"Lieutenant," you greeted him.
"Private," Ghost greeted you back in a cold tone without looking at you. He occupied himself by looking around the room as you had done earlier. As he did so, he slowly became more comfortable in his position by slouching slightly against the wall and straightening his legs out in front of him. Ghost stayed quiet for a moment. Finally, he decided to talk. "That was one hell of a mission, wasn't it?" Simon glanced at you. He was referring to the mission you, Soap, Konig, and him completed merely days ago. While you pondered his rhetorical question, Ghost subtly looked you over before he averted his gaze.
You decided to flatter your lieutenant. "It was bound to be with such a great leader," you playfully nudged Ghost's arm, feeling his sweat against your skin. The contact you made sent electricity flying across your skin.
Simon just rolled his eyes at your comment. He knew you were teasing him as the mission had gone sideways. You both stayed quiet for some time before Ghost spoke again. "I'm sure you already guessed, but there is something you should know about me," he said without hesitation while closing his eyes and leaning his head back.
His comment caught you off guard, but you were intrigued. You leaned forward, resting your elbows on your knees and peering over your shoulder to look at Ghost. Unbeknownst to you, this position highlighted your sweaty cleavage. "What should I know?"
Ghost opened his eyes and looked at you. He avoided looking down your towel, but it was still visible to him through his peripheral vision. His gaze remained firmly glued to your eyes as he watched you for a few seconds. "If you're expecting a romance, look elsewhere. We can still be friends, but I don't do feelings." He looked down at his towel while he wiped some stray sweat from his brow with the back of his thumb. Ghost looked back up at you, "Lets just enjoy the time we have in this sauna."
You smirked. What a tease, you thought. "I know, Ghost. You should know I don't do feelings either. But who says we need to have a romance to do other things?"
Simon was undeniably attractive and you were going to shoot your shot. Your question implied a friends with benefits relationship.
You held Simon's stare as he considered your suggestion. He stayed silent while he thought it through. When he finally broke the silence, he leaned in closer to you. "You know what, let's do it." He spoke as the corner of his eyes wrinkled. Although the mask covered his face, you could see he was smiling. Maybe it was your imagination, but the sauna suddenly felt hotter.
You smiled and leaned back in your seat. You rested your head against the wall and closed your eyes again. You slowly spread your legs, letting your hands rest between them on the towel. With your eyes still closed you asked, "So how much longer do you want to sit in this hotbox?"
Simon's gaze was no longer subtle. You could practically feel the heat from his blue eyes as his stare raked over your body from your head down to your legs. Ghost reached out and placed his hand on your thigh close to where your arms rested. He scooted closer to you on the bench so that his thigh touched yours. There was still space between your hips. He began talking, his breath on your skin, "I'm a busy man, but I think we could make some time to go to my hotel." His voice was low and raspy as he made his words sound like a casual invitation. He then started gently and slowly moving his hand upwards.
You felt the callouses on Ghost's hand as he slowly inched upwards along our thigh. The room seemed to get steamy and the hot air provided a cover for his depraved behavior. Ghost had passed your exposed skin and had begun snaking his hand under your towel. You kept your eyes closed and didn't move from your position. You couldn't let him know how much of an affect he had on you. Although, if he crept any further, he might find out for himself as he would encounter a different type of wetness.
You decided to play his game. "Hmm, Lieutenant, I am also a very busy person. We should compare calendars; schedule a date that works for both of us." You feigned disinterest in his proposal.
Ghost chuckled before speaking again while moving his hand a little closer to his target. "Yes, I am aware, Private. I think we can find some free time in a couple of hours though." He stopped moving his hand and paused before asking you again. "So tell me, how much longer do you suggest we sit in here?"
You attempted to stay still as best as you could. Simon's hand had stilled dangerously high on your leg. It rested right before the crease of your thigh. The mere weight of his hand turned you on. You decided to return the favor. You leaned forward and pretended to consider Ghost's words. "A couple hours you say? Hmm..." you placed your hand on his thigh and slowly started moving towards his towel as he had done to you. "I don't know if I can wait that long," you looked up at Simon through your eyelashes.
Still wrapped up in this game of pretending not to be interested in each other, Ghost pulled out his phone. He unlocked it, the bright light disturbing your dark corner. He scrolled and then tapped on his calendar to make sure he got a nice moment to spend with you. Meanwhile, you continued running your hand up Ghost's thigh while he watched you do so out of the corner of his eye. You could tell because his finger had stilled on his phone. You found his stare exciting as you knew he was loving every bit of it.
You carefully watched his eyes for any sign of a reaction. His voice startled you out of your trance as he said, "You can't wait any longer, can you, Private?" You saw the corners of his eyes wrinkle as he smirked and made eye contact.
You leaned forward and used your free hand to reach across Ghost's body to gently push his phone down and away. You let your hand rest against his forearm.
"No sir," you said gently with a slightly begging tone.
Ghost sucked in a breath through his teeth. His stare took on a hunger to it. "How about we skip this sauna visit and go to my room straight away?" he said calmly but forcefully.
"That's more like it L.T.!"
You quickly stood up, letting go of Simon. You began to walk out of the sauna. The air was so thick with condensation, most likely from the sweat of those sitting in the room, you could no longer see anyone in the sauna. Not that it mattered anyways as your gaze was trained on the glass door. Simon silently got up and stalked after you. He maintained a respectful distance with military precision and stealth. You opened the door and briefly held it open for him before scampering off to your locker. You quickly changed and checked out, pleased to see you used an hour and a half of your two hour stay.
You walked outside of the establishment to find Ghost waiting on the side walk. He had a duffle bag with him and he was wearing a large dark gray wool trench coat, black combat boots and tactical cargos. He had evidently changed his mask as the skull painting was a different pattern. His attire fit the typical U.K. weather, which was always rainy, gloomy, and dark. Today was no exception as the winter hours made the street dark a long time ago. You walked up to your lieutenant and he began walking down the street towards his hotel. He stayed just in front of you, his back remaining even with your chest. Eventually you both walked into a hotel lobby. Ghost bypassed the front desk and walked over to the elevators. He pressed the call button and waited patiently as you found your place next to him. The doors opened and he stepped in, pressed the third floor, and looked at you expectantly. You stepped in and stood next to him as the elevator hummed. The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation. The elevator stopped and the doors couldn't open fully before Ghost grabbed your hand and pulled you after him. He walked briskly down the quiet hallway, pulling you along. He stopped in front of a door and unlocked it with his room card. He put his hand on your lower back and nudged you in before walking in after you. He quickly shut the door, making sure to lock it and put on the deadbolt.
You heard his bag thump on the floor as you put your own bag down. Ghost walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck. He then carefully slid his hands up your body. He grabbed the lapels of your coat and pulled it over your shoulders and down your arms. You easily relinquished your coat. Ghost turned around and carefully hung it in the entryway closet before doing the same to his own coat. You both then kicked of your shoes.
You quickly turned around, breath hitching in your throat as you met Ghost's piercing icy blue eyes. He was looking down at you with his eyes half-closed. He gently took your hands in his and interlaced your fingers. He bent down until his forehead touched yours. He closed his eyes and let go of one of your hands and wrapped it around your lower back. The light from the bathroom illuminated your figures as Ghost pushed you up against a wall.
"L.T. can I kiss you?" You asked.
Ghost's eyes clouded with lust suddenly cleared. "Close your eyes," he commanded.
You did as you were told. Ghost then took off his mask, which was a painted bandana. He carefully folded it into a strip before placing it over your eyes. He brought your head forward away from the wall and tied the fabric at the back of your head.
"Is it too tight?" He asked before he double knotted it.
"No," you replied as Ghost finished his knot. You could smell the detergent of the makeshift blindfold. Ghost's musk lightly mingled with the fresh laundry fragrance. He left a hand behind your head and leaned down and gently kissed you. You leaned up into the kiss in order to make up for the height difference. However, it wasn't enough. You braced a foot against the wall and pushed against it to raise yourself higher. Simon had moved both of his hands to sandwich the sides of your face. His thumbs rested comfortably on your jawline near your earlobes. He deepened his kiss by stepping closer, straddling the leg you had put against the wall. You could feel the hard bulge in his pants brush against you with every movement.
As your make-out session continued, you found yourself fighting with Ghost for dominance. You struggled to win the battle and out of frustration you bit his lower lip and sucked. You fisted your hands in his shirt and pulled him into you. You realized you might draw blood and quickly let go and pulled away. Your breath came out heavy and labored.
Ghost didn't seem phased as his breathing remained normal. "Damn (y/n), you're so eager to leave your marks on me." He leaned in closer by your ear. His hot breath bounced off your hair, "Leave them where no one can see sweetheart." Ghost pulled back and looked at you.
He was glad you had a blindfold, otherwise he wouldn't be able to conceal his feelings. The whole spiel in the sauna earlier was complete bullshit. You're head over heals for this kid, he thought. He went right back to kissing you. He slipped a hand behind your back and slowly moved it down your body until he reached your ass. You wrapped your arms around his neck. Ghost squeezed your ass before giving it a quick tap. "Jump," he said. You did as he asked and he wrapped his arm under your ass. He wrapped the other arm under your thighs for more support. You, in turn, wrapped your legs around his torso. He began kissing your jawline and working down towards your neck. He licked and nipped viciously at your soft skin.
Suddenly, Ghost growled. "I need you to take your shirt off for me baby. It's in my way."
You reached down for the hem of your shirt before crossing your arms and pulling it over your head. You dropped the unneeded item on the floor. Ghost began kissing down your collar bones, shoulders, and your chest. You didn't want to be the only one undressed so you grasped the hem of Ghost's shirt before pulling it over his head. Ghost let go of your thighs and worked the shirt over his head. He let it dangle from the arm under your ass. You heard Simon laugh lightly at your neediness. He leaned forward to keep kissing you again. You felt how eager he was even though he tried to restrain himself as much as he could.
You heard him whisper, "I want to taste every part of you." He bit your neck to prove he meant it.
You moaned at his words and love bite. "Fuck, you're so good with your words. Is your tongue just as good L.T.?" you managed to gasp out between breaths.
Simon paused and stared hard at your blindfold. He then left a trail of tiny kisses down your chest towards your nipples. He tentatively licked one. Once he saw your approval he fully latched and began sucking. He gave it a light nip before taking the hard bud in-between his teeth and biting a little harder. You moaned and grabbed at his hair. Ghost then moved to the other side to give your nipple the same attention the other one received. He was getting impatient. Ghost put you down and knelt in front of you. He undid the buttons on your jeans and yanked them down your legs, underwear and all. Once your bottoms were pooled at your ankles, he hooked a hand behind your knee and lifted your leg up. He pulled your clothes to the side and repeated the step on your other leg, tossing the fabric on top of your discarded shirt. He began kissing up your leg, starting at the knee and stopping at your inner thighs. There, he proceeded to leave hickies and bite marks on your skin, which was turning red from the attention it received. It felt both painful and wonderful. You grabbed a handful of Ghost's hair and pulled at a particularly painful bite.
You moaned, "Please, gently."
Ghost groaned at his hair being pulled, "Easy bunty." Ghost rose up to his full height. "We haven't even gotten to the main attraction yet."
He grabbed you by the waist and hoisted you upwards as if you weighed nothing. He lifted one of your legs and put it over his shoulder. He did the same with the other leg. You felt his hot breath against your dripping core. He braced his hands against your back and pushed his forearms into the wall.
"Now you can find out just how good my tongue really is." Ghost's breath hit your thighs and you shuddered.
He licked your thighs and then your lower lips. You moaned in anticipation and Simon continued. He licked at the wetness seeping out of you and ran his tongue all the way up to your clit. There, he buried his nose against you and sucked gently. He quickly resumed licking. His tongue expertly flicked your clit at a fast pace. He could tell you were getting close so he gave your clit one final slow lick before moving back down. He licked between your folds and moaned at the taste. He then stuck his tongue inside you. Although he couldn't reach where you really needed, it still provided you some relief. He went back to eating out your clit, bringing you to the brink of an orgasm. He continued to edge you for what felt like forever.
You reached your limit. "Simon please," you begged.
Ghost paused his movement at the sound of his name desperately slipping past your lips. It was the first time you called him by his name and it awakened something inside him. "Please what darlin'? Use your words." He pulled away and looked expectantly at your lips.
"Please fuck me with your cock. I want to feel you stretch me out and fill me up. I want to feel your hips slam against my as-" Your words were cut off as Ghost quickly brought you down. He didn't put you on the floor. Instead, he flipped your legs off his shoulders and carried you in his arms towards the bed. He softly plopped you down on the comforter. You heard the jingle of his belt as he undid it and tossed it to the side. The zipper of his cargo pants ripped loudly through the room as he shed his final layer of clothing. You heard a drawer open and close. Then the packaging of a rubber crinkled. Ghost held the tip of the rubber as he rolled it down his sensitive dick. He had been hard for a while and the fabric of his pants kept rubbing him raw. He then crawled on the bed after you. He spread your legs and positioned himself between them. Normally, Simon used a ton of lube. However, the combination of his saliva and your wetness provided plenty of lubrication.
Ghost held his dick with one hand and used his other to lean forward, he hand fisted in the blanket near your hip. "Are you ready?" he asked. All you could do was nod. Ghost didn't like that. He leaned forward and rubbed his length in between your folds. His tip rubbed past your clit perfectly and you nearly whimpered. "I want to hear your voice sweetheart. So let me ask you again: are you ready?"
"Yes." Before you finished talking, Ghost was already sliding in.
He groaned and muttered 'fuck' under his breath. He took his time putting his full length inside in order to let you adjust. It was an incredibly tight fit. You had never been with someone so thick. Finally, Ghost bottomed out. He let out a sigh as he didn't realize he was holding his breath. He was oscillating between coming immediately from being inside you and fucking your brains out. He chose the latter. He slowly started pulling out. He only pulled out half-way before he slammed back into you again. Your ass slapped against his thighs and he could feel the reverberations as your cheeks jiggled. He moaned. You were incredibly hot and he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed in the moment. He continued thrusting at a slow pace, building up until he could completely rail you. Eventually Simon was thrusting at a quick pace, but he still held back. He watched as your hands roamed your body, eventually settling on your lower stomach. You could swear Ghost was in your guts, but it felt so good.
He didn't really know why, maybe it fed his ego, but Ghost was incredibly turned on by you touching your stomach. It made him feel huge. He quickened his pace at the thought. He grabbed your knee and folded your leg against his torso. The new position somehow let Ghost thrust into you deeper and you moaned loudly. You could feel his tip every time he pushed in and it rubbed against your G-spot before sliding past your cervix and hitting the wall behind it. He placed his other hand over yours on your stomach. His hands were large enough to cover yours. He then inched his hand downwards and started rubbing your clit with his thumb. You interlaced your fingers with Ghost's. Both of you were being incredibly loud. Ghost had reached a point where he was grunting with every thrust. You where on the verge of an orgasm and Simon was close too.
"Fuck, Ghost, I'm so close. Please don't stop." You sputtered out as you threw your head back at a particularly good thrust.
"Me too baby. Christ you're so fucking gorgeous. You're taking me so well." Ghost moaned.
He then let go of your thigh and told you to wrap your legs around him. He leaned forward and used his newly free hand to pin your arms above your head. You felt pressure on your wrists as Ghost leaned on them for support. He continued rubbing your clit with his other hand. By this point, he was looking down and watching himself move in and out of you. Your breathing increasingly became rapid and Ghost picked up on it as he realized you were going to come and he kept his pace steady, making sure he didn't change a single thing.
"I'm coming." You moaned and with a shudder you felt the orgasm building in your stomach explode. You felt prickles run down your body and your thighs began quivering as you finished.
Ghost grunted, "Me too." He continued pumping a few more times after you came before he also shuddered and came into the condom. He made sure he pulled out last minute, just in case the rubber broke as you guys had been going at it for some time. You felt his dick twitch and throb against your thigh. Ghost sighed and laid down on top of you. He didn't let his full weight suffocate you. Instead, you two laid there together, chests heaving in sync as you tried to regain strength. Soon, Simon got up and went to the bathroom where he tied and tossed the rubber before grabbing a wash cloth and walked back to you. He gently cleaned you up. He started with your face and wiped the sweat gluing your hair to your forehead. He worked down your neck, chest, stomach, and even your swollen core. Once he was done, he leaned down and gave you a kiss.
"That was amazing." He said. You just smiled weakly in response.
As it turned out, you would have a long night of great sex ahead of you.
A/N:
The end. Should I add a chapter about the shower sex or aftercare?