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It had been a shit day. Meetings so dull and lifeless Ghost actually looked forward to the grueling sun he had to stand and sweat in while barking orders at recruits. Normally it wouldn't be that bad, nothing he didn't sign up for, but this was all coupled with the knowledge that Johnny was delayed in getting back. Price assured him that it was merely a weather delay and while that was a small comfort, it also meant that it was one more day added to the fifteen other days without Johnny.
Rather than seeing him at the tarmac as he planned originally, Johnny would now be arriving while Ghost in the middle of his duties. The ones he put off until today so he could see Johnny. The sun moved through the sky and in the distance Ghost heard the sound of a plane landing that signled to him Johnny was back. It took all of his discipline to stand where he was and not race over to the tarmac. The sun moved lower in the sky and eventually the moon came up, and though Ghost too moved, he wasn't where he wanted to be. Sitting in his office, his brow furrowed as he kept making slight errors in the paperwork before him. Mistakes brought on by how badly he wanted to be done and be back with Johnny, now delaying him further as those thoughts made it onto the paper. What he eventually turned in was more whiteout than paper, but it was done.
He walked back to his room quickly, with a single-minded focus. If Johnny was back he knew where he should be tonight. Quietly opening the door, Ghost saw a shape in the dark of his bed slowly moving the blanket up and down with each breath.
Ghost stood at the threshold, the quiet sleep of the barracks standing with him as he stared at the figure in his bed. A soft light came from a desk lamp, but the harsh light from the hallway overpowered it. Ghost's shadow stretched long and wide, the only thing covering the bed. It felt right. Some part of his brain was content with standing at the doorway watching, protecting, that gentle rest.
Quietly, he entered the room, locking the door behind him.
"Missed you so much Johnny." He whispered to himself as he approached the bed.
He carefully pulled back the sheet, being sure not to disturb Johnny's slumber even if he was eager to see what was underneath. Ghost's mouth watered at the delicious sight before him. Thick thighs, tanned and coated heavily with dark hair, went up to a black jockstrap underwear. It hugged tightly, framing Johnny's ass and accentuating his narrow waist before going back to a wide naked back. Ghost took a moment to be thankful to have such a perfect canvas to mark with red bites and purple bruises. He mourned how his art never stayed. Fingerprints leaving an impermanent mark no matter how hard Ghost pressed them into the willing flesh. A picture of passion, crafted from the mixing colors of their pleasure. Ghost would happily paint that again and again.
Ghost's hands squeezed the thighs laid before him, cords of powerful muscles in his grasp. It stoked the flames in him, seeing the tan skin lighten as he gripped harder, wanting to leave a mark. The grab softened as he leaned forward, callous hands greedily climbing up Johnny's body. For a moment he rested his cheek on Johnny's ass, content to lay on his favorite pillow, enjoying its return.
Planting a solid kiss on each cheek Ghost silently thanked Johnny for the meal before him. Hands grabbed at Johnny's ass, squeezing hungrily. The fuzzy hair brushed on these cheeks made him smile. He thoroughly enjoyed the feel but needed more. He spread them open as much as he could, revealing darker, coarse, hair around a bright pink hole. Ghost might've teared up if he'd gone a few more days without seeing this in person. He leaned in close, breathing in deeply to enjoy the musky scent. A soft hum came out, content that he was home again.
Holding Johnny's ass firmly spread, Ghost reached out with his thumbs to poke and prod at Johnny's hole. The tight pink ring resisted a little, but ultimately moved as its' master wanted. Ghost could feel the heat, the warmth that made his pants tighten and his mouth water. He leaned in closer, breathing more labored as he resisted immediately gorging himself on the feast. His thumbs brushed over each other as he played and tugged at the rim, working up to applying the slightest bit of pressure on the ring, feeling thin resistance to letting him in.
Time passed. That was the only thing Ghost knew for sure as he got lost in the beauty in front of him. This gorgeous scene only for his eyes that he could touch and play with to his heart's content. Feeling himself get put in a trance by how Johnny's pink hole kept twitching, Ghost finally rested his head down all the way, giving Johnny's rim a long kiss as a thank you for the meal.
Johnny stirred under the sheet. He had planned to poise all seductive and let Ghost take out all the energy he surely had pent up right away. That plan fell apart the moment Johnny got into the bed. It wasn't much, but compared to their bags on hard ground he had just gone through, this might as well have been a hotel's penthouse. Soon he was surrounded in that familiar musk of charcoal and cedar that made him relax and the exhaustion pushed him into a deep sleep.
A sleep that was only broken when he became aware of a pressure on his ass. Not an unpleasant one but one that increasingly caused him concern as he realized he was laying in a wet spot on his front and his cock was hard. A sleepy groan was let out as he tried to rollover. It was only an attempt because strong hands held him down firmly. If it wasn't a feeling he was routinely familiar with Johnny could've mistaken the hold for ropes with how tightly he was being held down.
Begrudgely he opened his eyes fully and turned to loom over his shoulders at what was holding him down. While he could've guessed, Johnny was surprised by the sharp look in Ghost's eyes. It was also scary caused his body to wake up and realize what was happening to him. A long moan forced itself out of his mouth as Ghost's tongue continued exploring his ass. His brain, now fully woken up, remembered where they were and shoved his head down into the pillow abruptly to stifle a loud moan as Ghost sucked at his rim.
"Aw, don't hide now. You sounded so sweet when you were sleeping."
He could feel Ghost's voice rumble against his ass. Mouth barely pulling back from its meal before diving back in. Bastard wanted to get a smart remark out while leaving Johnny too overwhelmed to respond with his own. It didn't take long before the moans into the pillow became more labored and his body squirmed. It was too much too soon, the electric waves of pleasure overstimulates every nerve in his body. His limbs tried to pull away from the source but it was no use. Johnny had guessed after seeing Ghost that the wetness on his groin was from him cumming while asleep, but with how wet he was feeling he was certain that it was more than once.
"Simo..."
Jonny tried to say but was interrupted by his own moans. He barely got his face in the pillow before a particularly load groan was forced out of him by Ghost's tongue. He could feel the coil in him tightening up further as each twist and curl of that warm wet tongue pushed into him. Each attempt hold the tongue in place with a clench was futile as Ghost precisely pushed on his spot, causing Johnny's body to roll with pleasure, surrendering to Ghost's tongue.
The pleasure built up further and soon Johnny could feel the pillow wet with tears that spilled over as he had no choice but to writhe in the sensations Ghost's tongue was giving him. A well timed roll of the tongue and suck on his rim had Johnny almost cumming again. His hands shot out behind him, gripping Ghost's blond hair tightly, trying to push him off. Just a pause, a moment of relief was all he wanted. Johnny was sure if he came again he'd full on sob.
Peaking his head over his shoulder to look at Ghost again he saw those molten amber eyes staring right back at him. No, starring was too soft a word, the expression on Ghost's face was annoyed. Like Johnny was barging in and interrupting a private meeting between his ass and Ghost's tongue. It was a look he didn't get often, usually Ghost only looked at him with eyes fully glazed over in bliss when he was like this, but no. This was serious and Johnny knew exactly what the punishment would be for each second he held Ghost away. He didn't want to be spanked like that again, so Johnny did the reasonable thing.
With a whimpered apology he loosened his grip and let Ghost back down to him. Johnny knew how touch starved Ghost could be when they were apart for a whole, but it must've been particularly hard this time. Ghost was so needy and pent up that this wasn't a welcome home gift for Johnny. This wasn't being done for his enjoyment, even though he was thoroughly enjoying himself, this was being done for Ghost.
He needed to taste Johnny. Ghost needed his senses to be full of the most potent and intense musk, so uniquely Johnny's that his mind could be empty of everything else. He could finally relax and be at ease with the knowledge that Johnny was here and all for him.
They stayed like that. Ghost enjoying the best meal of his life and Soap overstimulated to tears until Ghost let out a long and deep sigh of relief. With a renewed softness, Ghost massaged the bruise marks his hands left on Johnny's thighs. His mouth was no longer ravenous, instead soft kisses climbed up Johnny's back until long apologetic ones trailed down his jaw. Hesitant, cautiously kissing around the corners of his mouth, waiting for permission this time.
Johnny only needed to shift his head slightly, inviting Ghost in before his mouth was captured in a deep kiss. It was unique, tasting himself through Ghost. How something so unimportant to him could be divinity to another. Ghost shared as much as he could, tongues coiling around esch other and teeth fighting esch other to sink into lips. In the frenzy of their mouths coliding, Johnny almost missed how damp the rough fabric of Ghost's pants felt against him. His stoic lieutenant brought to completion by just getting to indulge on a part of him. It made him smile, the effect they had on each other so clear.
When they eventually separated, just to breathe, all Johnny could say was,
"Missed you too Simon."