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The bedframe rattled when Ghost pressed Soap with another rough thrust deeper in the pillows. He buried his face ein them, trying to muffle the moans uncontrollably leaving his mouth.
He was sure the way Ghosts fingers pressed into his hip would leave bruises and his ass would hurt later, but he didn't care.
Like every time they ended up like this. He couldn't bring himselef to care, when he could get fucked from Ghost like this. Every time this happened he was sure that the last of his brain cells leaked out of his ears anyway with every hard thrust.
"G-Ghost.. Fuck..." He moaned, clenching around the other one hard when he hit his prostate with another rough thrust. Just for the other to grunt lowly and keep the angle, hitting that same spot with every following thrust.
Every thrust forced Soap closer to his climax, making his legs quiver. He arched his back even more and just when he was about to stutter out that he was about to come, Ghosts hand sneaked around his hip and wrapped around his cock. It didn't even take more than a few jerks before Soap came in Ghosts hand with a loud moan of his name, muffled in the pillow. His hands gripped the bedsheets and he clenched down around Ghost, who came in him only a few thrusts later.
They stayed like that for a few moments, panting and catching there breath. Until Ghost slowly pulled out while leaning over Soaps back, resting his chin on Soaps shoulder. He gently clasped his ass and mumbled roughly in his ear. "So good for me Johnny boy.."
Soap shivered under him, closing his eyes for a moment. All he wanted was to turn his head around and place his lips on Ghosts masked ones. To curl up against him and fall asleep right here with him. To be finally his, truly his, like he knew he was in some way since the first moment he saw Ghost.
But reality hit back, when Ghost pushed himself up and got off from the bed. "It's about time, you better get to your room now.." Ghost mumbled and turned towards the bathroom, leaving Soap sprawled on his bed. Soap turned his head to look up at Ghost, post orgasmic brain still refusing the truth. "Ghost.. Can we not-" Ghost turned around starring at him with sharp eyes.
"I told you already. That's all you'll ever get from me. Nothing more. Stop asking." Then he left and disappeared in the bathroom. Soap sighed heavily and buried his face for a long moment in the pillow, taking in Ghosts scent before he finally got up, put his clothes back on and left for his own room.
Because yes, that was the truth.
Ghost had told him already when this happened for the very first time. That was all he would get, Ghost fucking him. No kissing, no taking the mask off, no cuddling. This wouldn't become more and Soap could choose if he would take it or leave it.
And Soap was stupid enough to take it. He would take anything, as long as it was from Ghost because it was still Ghost.
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But to be real honest, over time, it broke a little part in Soap. He started to ignore his feelings and buried them and then.. well, he decided he could have fun even without Ghost.
There were enough attractive lads in the base and he knew a few of them thought the same about him. So he started to have his fun with them. Because in this case, he could be sure his feelings won't get hurt. Not when there weren't any.
Over time, he didn't even care anymore if someone noticed, especially not Ghost. Ghost catched him making out with someone behind the barracks, the fingers of the other curled tightly in his mohawk, the very same one Ghost had just pulled on two weeks ago? He didn't care. Ghost saw him leaving a storage room with some other guy, lips still swollen from making out? He didn't care. Ghost catched him wiping away a drop of cum still clinging on the corner of his mouth? He didn't fucking care.
But Ghost had enough one day, pulling Soap into his room after watching him leaving a storage room with another soldier again. "What the fuck do you think are you doing there, MacTavish?" He growled, gripping Soaps collar tightly while pressing him back against the wall.
Soap just raised a brow. "I don't know, Ghost. Educate me, am I doing something wrong?" He asked, glinting back at Ghost, who let out a low rumbling growl. "Fucking around doesn't suit you." Soap huffed and looked away. "What, scared you won't get your turn anymore?"
Ghosts grip tightened again and he leaned even closer. "No, because I know you will come back. Always do. Just don't remember telling you you could fuck the whole base at the very same time."
At that, anger sparked in Soap and he pushed Ghost back roughly, catching Ghost by surprise by that, be managed to push him away from him and stepped away, further into the room. All he had wanted, was Ghost, only and always, but he made clear at the very beginning, that this wouldn't happen, so why was there a problem now? "Don't you fucking dare to make a claim on me after telling me all I would get from you was your fucking cock. That doesn't give you any right to expect I would always crawl back to you, you fucking ass."
Ghost stayed silent for a very long moment then, before he started to speak again. "And you think you can just fuck the whole base now?" Soap shrugged and then huffed lowly. "Well.. Don't see why not. I'm allowed to have my fun too, you know."
Ghost rubbed his hand over his face at that and sighed. "Fucking.. Johnny, look, that's not what I mean.." He started and Soap couldn't help but laugh at that. "Don't fucking call me Johnny, Ghost, not like this. It's Soap. And I can't really follow right now, what do you mean then? Because to me it pretty much sounds like you trying to claim something that's not yours." He bites back at Ghost.
"What if I-" Ghost interrupted himself and grumbled frustrated. "Look, Soap.. It's not.. I'm not trying to claim you or anything, I just thought.." Soap crossed his arms in front of our chest, while Ghost stuttered, not able to form proper sentences. Finally, Soap took a step closer, looking up at Ghost. "You made the rules, you know that, right?"
Ghost blinked down at him for a very long moment again, his jaw working under that mask. "You brushed me off and told me to know my place. You told me to leave again after. Always. You know what I wanted, you know what I made of the thing you gave me, don't be mad now."
Ghosts teeth grind against each other with a ugly noise and he grumbles again, right before grabbing Soaps collar and pulling him closer again. Just to leave Soap breathless and with wide eyes when he presses his masked lips against Soaps. Ghost kissed him. Ghosts lips where on his. Ghost said that was a no-go. Ghost said this would never happen- Soaps head spinned so hard he even forgot to kiss him back.
Then Ghost pulled back again. "Satisfied?" He asked grumbling and Soap starred up at him, open mouthed, one of the rare times where he was speechless for once. "Not sure.." He finally whispered lowly and in the next moment Ghost pulled him roughly closer again, into another kiss.
This time, Soap did react and kissed him back. The was a silent voice in the back of his head that had protested, but it was drowned out by Soaps spinning head and the fact that Ghost started to touch him.
And as always, Soap melted in his hands and gave himself away again. He let himself get pressed back and down on Ghosts bed. He let's him undress them both and rub their dicks together. He let Ghost fuck him, again, let's that last working braincells get fucked into silence again.
But something was different this time. Ghost kissed him. Not only on his mouth, but also on his neck and shoulder. The mask still stayed, but there were the kisses. Also, Ghost fucked him while facing him. Usually, he turned Soap around and pressed Soaps face in the pillows, drowning out the noise he made. This time, he drowned the noise with kisses.
But Soap only realised that later, when they both finished and Ghost pulled out, letting himself drop next to Soap on the bed. Just when Soap had catched his breath and his brain slowly boots up again, he realised that. And then he realised Ghost had tricked him.
He just did that to get Soap in his bed again. Nothing more. He just wanted to prove a point. The point that Soap would always come back. Soap suppressed a sigh, but slowly pushed himself up and slides to the edge of the bed to get up.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Ghost asked behind him and Soap huffed, but looked back. "Leaving. As always." But Ghosts hand shoots out, grabbing his arm and pulls him with so much strength, that he falls back on the bed. "No fucking way." Ghost growled and pulled Soap tight against his chest.
Soap almost didn't even dare to breath then, starring at Ghost unbelieving. Ghost stares back at Soap, silently, not letting his grip any looser. "I just made those rules to keep a line for me. " Ghost finally said lowly. "I'm not good at feelings, Johnny. Can't risk to hurt you because I can't say some things.."
Soap blinked, while his heart jumped in his chest, feeling as if he was running a marathon. "You.. wanted this. The whole time?" He finally asks and Ghost just stares back at him with a almost unnoticeable nod. "Fucking hell Ghost. We really gotta work on your social skills.." He mumbled and shook his head.
Ghost huffed and squeezed Soaps side lightly. "Yeah, maybe. Not today though. Except your moans belong to the training, then I'm all in..." He mumbled and Soap gently hit his chest at that. "Shut up. I'll give you proper lessons. I will torture you in the worst ways until you learn to tell me about your shit ass feelings and the-"
Ghost rolled his eyes and just interrupt Soap with a kiss, forcing him into silence. They would get to that difficult part, later. Not now.