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[5]
No, I won’t have to say anything
You’ll say it instead
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Rarely was Gaz separated from Price for long. He was always in Price’s hospital room, either reading a book, chatting with the injured captain, or looking at his phone. He brought him meals from the cafeteria, which were surprisingly much better than the food the hospital had to offer. And of course, Gaz offered soft words of encouragement when the Captain was finally cleared to start moving around independently. It took a lot of patience and work, but after a month of recovery in the hospital, he was finally permitted to be discharged.
Along with Price’s medical discharge came more paperwork – paperwork that was sending Price back home in order to recover. Price, of course, had tried to convince everyone that he did not need leave, but firm urging from Gaz and a withering stare from Laswell made him back down.
Price rarely got to take a break as it is. As the captain, he truly felt that everything fell on to him, that if he left the base for even a moment, things would fall apart. That much was evident with the amount of paperwork he had to do on the daily – he put everything on himself. Gaz had told him many times while he lay in the hospital bed that he had to trust his team – had to trust Gaz, Ghost, and Soap – to keep things afloat should he go on leave.
Price had confided in Gaz one night that he was afraid that if he weren’t there to protect his men in any way he could, they would find a way to get themselves killed. He realized it was irrational when they weren’t on a mission, but he couldn’t shake the anxiety. Gaz understood the feeling all too well, and since he was basically forcing Price to go on this leave, he made a decision.
There was no way in hell that Gaz was going to let Price go on leave alone after what had happened on the field, so he forcefully decided that he was going on leave with Price.
He filled out the paperwork one night while sitting in Price’s room two days before his discharge date, as the captain slept. He watched the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, watching as his eyelashes fluttered on his eyelids. He wanted to preserve the beauty that was Captain John Price, so he wanted to make sure he took care of himself during his leave.
Taking leave with Price was also selfishly motivated, although Gaz wouldn’t admit it to anyone else. He just wanted to see Price in a domestic setting. He was a nurturer on the field and on the job – he likely wouldn’t be any different in the home.
So Gaz got his paperwork signed directly by Laswell, and she gave him a knowing look after she had put her signature on the paper. “Just take good care of him, Kyle,” she had said, giving a tired smile. Kyle nodded, smiling as he looked at his approved leave. He shook Laswell’s hand, and practically ran back to Price’s room to tell him the good news.
Along the way, he had grabbed Soap and Ghost and told them that he would be taking leave. He had left out the details about why he was going on leave – from the glint in Soap’s eyes and his wicked grin, Gaz was pretty sure they both inferred he was going for Price. Gaz brought them to Price’s hospital room, and the team was reunited once more.
There, Gaz told Price he was going on leave to help him recover. Price had initially been confused, asking why he would come take care of Price when Price could take care of himself. Gaz had rolled his eyes, telling him they all knew he was full of shit – that he probably wouldn’t take painkillers and he would work out to keep himself in shape, aggravating the injury further. Price had huffed and crossed his arms, but that reaction had made Kyle laugh, and suddenly the four men had interrupted into laughter, even Ghost’s shoulders shaking slightly. When things calmed down, Price sighed, admitting that Kyle was right. As they went to exit the room, Price had called Gaz back. Soap gave Gaz a curious look, but Gaz had waved him off.
“Thank you for watching out for me,” Price had said. “I’m glad you’re coming with me.”
Gaz had to hold himself back from bursting into tears as he heard the gratitude in Price’s voice. Instead, he walked towards Price, grabbing his hand and giving it a firm squeeze. The two men stayed there for a moment, not trusting themselves to speak lest they ruin the moment.
Gaz left the room to go pack for his leave, and Price waited dutifully.
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A jet, courtesy of Laswell, had picked up both Price and Gaz, and they were off on their leave. Price’s leave was considerably longer, being a month while Gaz’s was only two weeks, but they still had time to spend with each other.
Gaz had decided that he wasn’t going to go home to his mother during the leave, but he would visit one of the days. With Laswell’s help, he had rented an apartment that was only a three minute walk away from Price’s flat, so he could easily help Price at the drop of a pin.
Fresh off the jet, Gaz and Price called a taxi that had dropped them off at their respective residences. Gaz wished he could say the taxi ride was anything but awkward, but it was exactly that. Every conversation topic just seemed to fly right out of his mind, so he settled in sitting in awkward silence with Price. Their taxi driver didn’t complain, content to just whistle a tune as he drove along.
It was in the taxi that Gaz questioned himself. What was he doing? He had this massive crush on his superior, and on top of that, he didn’t even know if Price was into men, or Kyle for that matter. How did Kyle know that Price really appreciated his attempts to help? Kyle was a man of service – he showed his affection that way. So he was showing his affection for Price, but Price wasn’t showing any for him. Or at least, he wasn’t seeing anything as affection.
He decided he should back off. Yes, he would take care of Price – make sure he takes his painkillers and doesn’t overexert himself – but he wouldn’t do much more than that. Hell, Price probably thought he was weird or annoying because he was always trying to be around Price.
Gaz was so caught in his head he didn’t notice Price giving him concerned looks in the taxi.
They arrived at their destination, which was Price’s flat. They paid and thanked the driver, climbing out of the car, where Gaz rushed around to the other side to open the door for Price. Price slid out of the car, giving a grunt as a thanks. Gaz frowned.
A grunt is all I get?
Regardless, Gaz helped Price walk to the flat, where Price took a key from underneath the rug and unlocked the front door. They silently walked through the door, where Price stumbled into the kitchen, taking a deep breath. “Home, sweet home,” he says, although his voice was dripping with sarcasm, which made Gaz subconsciously smile. He honestly couldn’t wait to see Price in a domestic setting – one where he wouldn’t have to dodge bullets and tripmines, but one where he would have to cook dinner and dust the furniture.
Now that Gaz looked around the flat, he finally understood the sarcasm that was in price’s voice. The house looked rather run down, with mold and stains along the walls and floors. Gaz discovered after running his finger over a table that everything was covered in a layer of dust, and when he sat down in one of the chairs, that they were all squeaky and falling apart. Gaz had thrown a quip at Price about how he really didn’t get any time off. Price had scoffed and sadly agreed with him. They all really needed the break.
Once they finally got Price issued in his flat, Gaz slipped out with a quick goodbye. Price had been sitting on the couch with his eyes closed, claiming that he was “resting his eyes”, which made Gaz roll his own eyes. If he was being honest, he had to get himself out of the house before Price caught him staring at his peaceful, resting face.
Gaz trudged back to his rented apartment. Now that he was here, what was he going to do? He didn’t want to just sit in his room and be alone with his thoughts – he’d find himself lost in the mental image of Price’s eyes. But he also didn’t really want to go out and do something. It was his first day of leave – he just wanted to sit and enjoy it.
So he decided to do just that. When he got back to his apartment, he didn’t even bother unpacking his suitcase and backpack that had been dropped off there earlier. He dropped his tired ass onto the couch with a breath, turned on the TV, and watched some trashy reality television show that he could care less about. He just needed the distraction.
When the sun started to set, he got up and made himself some simple dinner, throwing something that he found in the refrigerator into the oven. He ate numbly, occasionally scrolling through social media on his phone. He had to figure out something to do besides worry and think about Price – he’d drive himself crazy.
He spent his first week on leave like that – getting himself up in the morning to check on Price, coming in through the door with his spare key and making sure the old man took his medications. He’d text him another time during the day, making sure he was able to accomplish everything he wanted to without hurting himself further. But other than that, life went on. Gaz kind of missed the adrenaline rush of a mission or the sound of the helicopter arriving on the helipad.
Nothing really strayed from that schedule until halfway through the second week.
Gaz had decided to go on a run that night, taking in the warm air into his lungs as he lightly jogged around the area. He had come back and taken a shower, allowing the warm water to wash away the amazing feeling of exhaustion he felt. Then, he crawled into bed and promptly passed out on top of his phone.
He awoke with a start, feeling vibration underneath his left shoulder. Startled, he sat up with his fists raised, suspicious someone was in the room, touching his shoulder.
After swinging at air for a second, he realized it was just his phone vibrating. Confused, he picked up the phone and read the contact name.
He was receiving a call from “John Price.”
Gaz felt his heart flip flopped in his chest. He took a quick breath to clear the panic from his head and answered the call. “Hello?”
Heavy, labored breathing came through the other end. A choked sob. A breath. Gaz’s eyebrows furrowed. “Price? Hello?”
A gruff, sleepy voice came through the phone. “Hey, Kyle. Sorry to bother.” Price sounded exhausted, almost as if he hadn’t slept a wink in the past three days. From what Gaz could tell on his daily checkup, Price didn’t appear tired at all, always answering Gaz’s questions with a perky attitude, but if Gaz knew one thing about his captain, it was that Price was amazing at downplaying his ailments. So now Gaz was suspicious. What was keeping Price up all night?
“It’s alright, Cap,” he answered back, clearing his throat afterward to clear some of the sleepiness from his voice. “What did you need from me?”
Silence from the phone. Gaz could just imagine Price’s face as he fumbled for a response. His furrowed eyebrows, his lips pursed in concentration. Before he could ask what was wrong again, Gaz heard Price sigh deeply. “It’s nothing, Sergeant. Just… go back to sleep.”
Gaz’s stomach sank. He called him Sergeant. Price never called him Sergeant unless they were on the field. Otherwise, it was always Kyle or Gaz, and Gaz prided himself on being close enough to Price that he would address him by his name. But Price was putting up the professional wall again, and quite frankly, that hurt Gaz. It made him feel like Price either didn’t want his help or didn’t appreciate it.
With hurt in his heart, Gaz decided to try one more time. If Price really did not want him, he’d give up. He’d respect his Captain's wishes and back off, because he feels like from the context clues Price has been giving, perhaps he’s been overstepping his boundaries.
“With all due respect Captain,” Gaz started slowly, “you called me for help. There’s something wrong, I can tell.” He paused, allowing Price to either confirm or deny.
No such response came. So he continued.
“Please, Price, let me help you. What’s wrong?” He shut his mouth before he could say anything else and reveal to Price just how much he wanted to assist him. He waited with bated breath for Price’s response.
A couple seconds of silence exacerbated the pounding of Gaz’s heart in his ears.
A shuddering sigh came through the phone. “Yeah, okay lad.” Price sounded defeated, as if Gaz had worn down his walls stone by stone, and suddenly Gaz felt guilty for pushing. “I just… Please come over to the flat. I need to know if you’re safe.”
Gaz was practically jumping out of the bed. “On the way, Cap.” He quickly hung up the phone, slipped on his slippers, and ran out of his apartment.
He stepped out into the brisk night, allowing the wind to run through his hair as he walked to Price’s flat. It was a peaceful walk with zero human interaction – it was the witching hour, so people were not likely to be out and about. He stepped on the porch of Price’s flat and used the spare key that Laswell had made for him. He slipped inside, noticing that nothing was different from when he had visited earlier in the day. “Price?” he whispered, making sure Price didn’t shoot him or stab him in the back from the shadows.
A grunt came from the bedroom, and from there emerged Price.
Gaz gasped at the sight.
Price was still in his dirty clothes from the day. His face was streaked with tear tracks and his eyes were red from seemingly non-stop crying. And worst of all, Price’s outfit choice of the day happened to be a tank top. Running down from his shoulders to his elbows were deep red scratches, created by Price’s own nails as he tried to claw himself back to reality.
Price slowly approached Gaz, who was staring at Price’s body with wide eyes, trying to comprehend what could have happened for him to end up like this. Gaz stayed rooted to the spot, allowing his eyes to roam over Price’s body. How could he do this to himself?
Price stopped directly in front of Gaz and wrapped his arms around Gaz’s shoulders, bringing Gaz’s face into Price’s neck. He inhaled Gaz’s scent, letting out a massive breath, similar to what he was doing on the phone. Gaz closed his eyes as he brought his arms up to wrap his arms around Price’s abdomen, returning the hug. Price smelled like firewood and gunpowder, and he felt like safety and security.
“The dreams felt so real,” Price whispered into Gaz’s shoulder, his words falling softly like fresh snow on a peaceful plain. “I saw you shot through the head. Burned to a crisp. Thrown off skyscrapers and stabbed in the heart. Over and over… and over.” Price’s voice trailed off towards the end as his resolve slowly faded away. “I had to make sure you were okay. Needed to hear your voice, needed to touch your skin…”
Two fingers gently pressed themselves against the underside of Gaz’s neck, feeling for his carotid artery.
Price let out a slow sigh, and Gaz felt the breath ghost over his shoulder. “Needed to feel your pulse… needed to feel you’re alive.”
Gaz sighed into Price’s shoulder, letting the words sink into his skin. He was worried about Gaz – about Gaz being dead, murdered, lost to the world. And Gaz had the audacity to even worry about not feeling needed or feeling underappreciated? Suddenly all of his fears felt extremely insignificant in comparison to Price’s.
“I’m here, Price,” Gaz said, voice wavering as his eyes filled with tears from guilt and understanding. “I’m okay. I’m not going anywhere, promise.”
The two stood there for a moment more, Gaz allowing Price to keep his fingers on his neck so he could truly understand that Gaz was alive. After Gaz started to feel Price’s breathing slow down and level out, he brought one of his arms to soothingly rub his back. “C’mon, sir. Let’s get you to sleep.” He felt Price nod against his shoulder, and as much as he didn’t want to, Gaz pulled away from Price’s embrace.
They trudged towards Price’s bedroom and Price flopped onto the bed with a grunt. Gaz watched from the doorway as Price rearranged his sheets and closed his eyes once again. Gaz smiled watching Price tucking himself in, and went to silently exit the house. He didn’t want to overstep his boundaries again, and although his heart was bursting with affection and excitement at the recent development between him and Price, he couldn’t get too overexcited.
“Wait,” Price’s gravelly voice came from the bedroom. Gaz whirled around, eyes wide, and he slowly returned to the bedroom. Could this really be happening?
“Yes, sir?”
Price suddenly looked very nervous, and he focused on the floor in front of Gaz. “Could you uh…”
Gaz raised an eyebrow, amused by Price’s nervousness. “Could I what, Price?”
“Could you stay? Uh, with me? For the night?” Price finally brought his gaze back up to Gaz’s face. “Please?”
Gaz started hysterically laughing. His big bad captain, who was arguably one of the most intimidating and scariest people in the entire SAS, was nervous to ask someone to stay the night because he had nightmares. That had to be the most adorable thing that Gaz had ever heard of.
Price made it really easy to love him, and he didn’t even realize it.
Gaz wordlessly walked towards the bed, quietly slipping off his shoes and sliding under the covers next to Price, who was staring at him with wide eyes.
“Of course, Price,” Gaz said with a smile. Gaz re-oriented himself so Price’s head was on top of his own, his beard tickling the place on his head where it rested. He lifted one of his legs to rest on Price’s own, and wrapped one of his arms around Price’s waist. He pulled himself into Price’s chest, nuzzling the soft muscle there. He loved how this position gave him the ability to hear Price’s heartbeat, which had returned to a regular, resting heart rate. “Go to sleep now,” Gaz said, voice barely above a whisper.
Price sighed contentedly. “That’s an order I’ll gladly follow.”
A few moments of peaceful silence followed, and Gaz felt sleep slowly come up to take him, but the sound of Price’s voice brought him back to the land of the living.
“Kyle?”
“Yes, Price?” Gaz answered.
“Can we talk in the morning?”
Gaz smiled against Price’s chest. Finally, after all of these months of pining for Price, something might actually be happening between the two of them. It was about damn time. “Of course.”
“Thank you.”
Silence fell once again as the two quietly slipped into unconsciousness, their heads buzzing about their conversation tomorrow, yet the both of them mostly unworried. They had time on their side right now.
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Gaz awoke feeling cold. There was something missing, specifically the heat that was at his back during the night.
Without opening his eyes, Gaz felt around behind him, searching for the thing that was essentially a human heater. When his hand came up empty, he opened his eyes and turned around to find the space on the other side of the bed empty. The sheets were wrinkled, so they were definitely used.
So Gaz hadn’t hallucinated last night, then.
He and Price had definitely slept together.
Not in that way, though. Gaz had simply helped Price, in a totally professional way, fall asleep and stay asleep. He acted as a barrier to the nightmares that threatened to snatch Price away.
But Price was… missing?
Gaz sat up from his sleeping position and glanced around the room, trying to gather clues as to where Price may have gone. The door to the room was closed, and the room appeared rather put together, with no clothes or objects on the floor. The only thing missing that Gaz could observe was Price’s pair of slippers. A glance at the clock showed that it was almost noon.
Damn, Gaz thought. He had slept longer in Price’s bed than he had in the longest time. In fact, he couldn’t remember a time where had gotten this amount of sleep uninterrupted.
He could stand getting used to sleeping with Price more often, if he’d let him.
Gaz took a deep breath, inhaling deeply to center himself. He’s awake in his superior’s bed while on leave from the army. They had slept together during the night, mainly to help Price sleep through the night, and before they had fallen asleep, Price had asked Gaz to talk in the morning. And now, he was missing. Was Price the type to run away from his problems and emotions, rather than face them head on? Gaz thought it was kind of surprising that the big brave captain of one of the most capable task forces in the SAS was scared of a little emotion.
But then again, Gaz could see it all too clearly. Price likely had to repress his emotions on the daily – writing reports of dead soldiers and then writing his letters of condolences to the parents of said dead soldiers. It was a job that was not for the faint of heart, and Gaz could only imagine the mental fortitude that Price had to have to not go insane. There was likely no room for thinking about his own feelings about love or attraction.
A smell wafted through the room, yanking Gaz out of his thoughts. He lifted his head and sniffed again. Were those… pancakes?
Gaz smiled and laughed to himself. Price was such a dork.
Gaz swung out of the bed, wincing slightly at the cold floor and making his way to the door of the bedroom. He opened it and headed to the kitchen, where he did indeed find the source of the smell.
There stood Price, in all of his domestic glory, clad with his pajamas and slippers, making pancakes on a tiny griddle. There was a stack already done on a plate next to the griddle. Gaz couldn’t help fondly at the display. He leaned against the wall across the room, just watching Price in his natural habitat for a couple seconds more.
Price noticed his presence a couple of seconds later, and smiled at him. “Hey, Kyle. Sleep well?”
Gaz smiled and walked up to Price, joining him at the griddle. “Pretty damn good, if I do say so myself. What ‘bout you, Cap?”
Price laughed gently, flipping over a pancake. “Please don’t call me Cap while we’re on leave. It just feels wrong.”
Gaz raised an eyebrow. “What would you rather me call you?”
“John works just fine, Kyle.” Price looked over at Gaz with pure affection in his eyes. It made Gaz’s heart swell with joy to see Price like this – relaxed and safe.
“Alright, John,” Gaz said, trying out Price’s name. It rolled right off the tongue, and Gaz had to admit, he actually loved saying Price’s first name. It made him feel special and privileged that the renowned Captain Price would allow him to be on a first name basis.
It was at this moment – Gaz watching fondly as Price cooked the pancakes on the griddle – that Gaz got an overwhelming sense of deja vu. How many times had he been in this exact position – watching Price make his signature pancakes?
All he could say is that he could sit here forever and watch Price work his magic. He always looked at peace while cooking, as if the pancakes were the only thing in the world that mattered and everything else could wait. He hoped that Price felt as peaceful as he looked, like all of his anxieties and worries melted away with the action of cooking.
Eventually, Price had scooped the last pancake off the griddle and brought out another plate for Gaz. He evenly distributed the pancakes between his own plate and Gaz’s, and handed the plate over. Gaz took it with a smile, and instead of sitting at the table, he chose to lift himself on to the kitchen island instead. Price turned around from the griddle, holding his own plate, and the two were facing each other.
Perfect for an awkward conversation about their feelings about each other.
Gaz took a bite of his first pancake, but realized that his stomach was rejecting most of it because he was so nervous about the upcoming conversation. It felt like there was a tsunami going on down there, with the food churning in his stomach as his nerves kicked into overdrive. At some point, he was fed up with feeling like throwing up, so with a sigh, he set down his plate.
“Price?” he said, and Price grunted and looked at him. Suddenly, Gaz felt his resolve break a little bit. Talking was never the strong suit for any soldier, but Gaz and Price were two of the most emotionally constipated people ever. Well, maybe besides Ghost.
Gaz took a deep breath. “You said you wanted to talk? Last night?” He shoved another pancake in his mouth to stop himself from saying too much and messing things up. He tried his best to ignore the rising bile in his throat.
Price looked frozen mid-chew, as if his jaw was slightly unhinged. He looked caught off guard at the question. He stayed frozen like that, staring at Gaz with wide eyes.
If Gaz was being completely honest, he looked ridiculous, and he couldn’t hold in his giggles as he looked at Price’s goofy face.
The giggles turned into full on laughter, and suddenly Gaz was doubled over while sitting on the kitchen island. The bile in his throat had magically gone away, and he felt so much lighter than before. When he finally brought himself back to, he realized that Price had also been laughing, if the jostling of his abdomen and smile was any indication.
They both caught their breath and smiled at each other, basking in the lighthearted moment. Luckily, Price hadn’t choked on the pancake in his mouth that had caused him to look the way he did. He brought a hand up to his mouth to wipe off any remaining crumbs. “Ah, Kyle. Why talk about it when you could prove my point right there?”
Gaz furrowed his eyebrow, confused at Price’s statement. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Price sighed affectionately. “I mean, I wanted to talk to you about us. About…” He hesitated, opening and closing his mouth like a snapping fish. “About…” Formulating coherent thoughts and words appeared very difficult for Price at the moment. But Gaz was a patient man.
“It’s okay, John. Take your time,” he said, picking his plate back up and taking another bite of a pancake. If he was going to wait, he might as well eat the pancakes Price worked so hard to make before they went cold.
Price smiled and rubbed his forehead. “This is what I mean, lad. You’re easygoing, easy to talk to. You always make me smile.” He chuckled at himself. “And if my night terrors are any indication, I worry about you quite a lot.”
He offered a warm smile towards Gaz as he nodded and chewed. “Sorry, Kyle. I’m not great with emotions or words.”
Gaz swallowed his pancake and shrugged. “I kinda figured. Emotions aren’t in the field manual, after all.”
“There are so many things I want to tell you,” Price said, eyes cast down towards the floor. “But somehow, I just can’t.”
Gaz nodded. “And I get it Price. You don’t have to say anything you don’t want to or can’t. Although…” He gestured towards their pancakes and the griddle. “What’s with the pancakes?”
Price’s eyes lit up at the mention of the pancakes. “That I can explain pretty easily. My mum used to make us pancakes for dinner pretty often. It was always a staple in our household. It meant something to her, so it meant something to me.” He shrugged. “Plus, as a soldier, I never really learned how to cook. So pancakes are something quick and easy I can make on the go.”
Gaz nodded in understanding. But, there was something bothering him. He said that pancakes meant something to him and his mom, but he avoided mentioning specifically what it meant. Gaz had to admit, he was kind of curious. He’d never pressure Price into talking, but a gut feeling told him this was important.
“What do pancakes mean to you?” Gaz asked simply, allowing the question to hang in the air for a few seconds before correcting himself at Price’s silence. “You don’t have to talk about it, but it seems important.”
Price again looked nervous as he brought his gaze up to Gaz’s. Gaz was once again stunned by the beautiful blue eyes that Price had. Right now, they looked so worried, and Gaz wanted to do everything in his power to make everything right for Price.
“Like I said, I’m not the best with words,” Price said slowly, not breaking his gaze with Gaz. He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Gaz suddenly started feeling nervous himself, the bile returning to his throat.
Price took a deep breath, closing his eyes and opening them again. When he spoke next, his voice was so soft and vulnerable, it made Gaz want to cry. “Can I show you what it means to me?”
Gaz’s throat went dry, and he nodded his consent.
Price walked forward from his position against the counter, moving in between Gaz’s spread legs as he sat on the island.
Gaz stared up at Price, mesmerized by the man that stood before him. He was so close – Gaz could smell the cologne he must have put on in the morning.
Price slowly brought a hand up to caress Gaz’s cheek, and Gaz’s breath caught in his chest. Was this really happening?
Price leaned forward, allowing his lips to meet Gaz’s.
It was by far the most mesmerizing kiss Gaz has ever experienced.
It was light, it was compassionate, it was like seeing the light after being trapped in a dark basement for years. Price tasted like the pancakes from earlier and a slight taste of spearmint. His tongue slowly slipped out, asking permission from Gaz, which he granted in a heartbeat. Their tongues connected together in Gaz’s mouth, twisting together in a passionate dance.
After a minute, Price pulled back, and the two stared at each other, breathless.
“Price,” Gaz whispered.
“Kyle,” Price said right back. “Do you want this?”
“Please,” Gaz said, simultaneously answering Price’s question, but also not sure what he was asking for. All he knew is that he needed something, anything, from the man he was currently drowning in.
“What do you need, lad?” Price said, slowly catching his breath.
“You.”
Price scooped Gaz off the counter, allowing him to wrap his legs round Price’s relatively healed abdomen. Their mouths met again in the middle, and Price started moving towards somewhere in the house. Gaz could give less fucks about where they were going – he was too focused on the arms around his waist and the tongue in his mouth.
They continued to kiss as Price moved through the house, and in no time, Gaz was sitting on the edge of Price’s bed. Price had obviously taken them to the bedroom. He broke apart the kiss as Price set him down on the bed. He started to laugh at Price, who raised an eyebrow, curious as to what was making Gaz laugh.
“Of course you’d take me to the bedroom,” Gaz said with a grin. “Such a gentleman.”
Price snorted and rolled his eyes. “Anything for you, love.”
The use of the pet name made Gaz gasp and his cock twitch – he had always fantasized about Price talking to him like this, but to have it happening in real life versus his brain made it much more enticing.
Price laughed as he watched Gaz blush deeply at his reaction. “You like it when I call you love?” Gaz nodded, too turned on and partly too embarrassed to speak properly.
Price continued to laugh at Gaz’s inability to communicate, and he brought a finger to trace over Kyle’s cheekbone. The touch made Gaz’s breath still, and Price’s fingers continued to run over the smooth skin of his face. Over the bridge of his nose, over the scar on his cheek, down his cheek to the corner of his mouth, and finally to rest on his chin. His deft fingers clasped on to Gaz’s chin, tilting his head up so Price could see his entire face. “You’re downright beautiful,” he murmured.
Gaz’s face couldn’t have turned more red if he tried.
Price then took his fingers off of Gaz’s face, who whined at the loss of contact. A quiet shush came from Price’s mouth, and then he was sinking to his knees and bringing his fingers to the waistband of Gaz’s sweatpants. He looked up at Gaz’s face and stopped his fingers movement. “Is this okay?” Price asked.
Gaz’s eyes widened and he nodded his head faster than he ever has before. “God, please Price, yes.”
Price smiled and continued the movement of his fingers, hooking them into both Gaz’s waistband and his underwear and drawing them downward. It was a slightly awkward movement, with Gaz having to shift his hips up to get the pants off of his waist. But after a moment of shuffling around, Price revealed his Price.
He blew out a sharp breath at the sight of Gaz’s member. His hot breath ghosted over the sensitive skin of it, and Gaz shivered. His member was fully hardened at this point, and it was only a little bit embarrassing that Price was able to make him fully hard with just kissing him.
So was the effect of the man, he supposed.
Price brought a calloused hand up from its place on the bed, and slowly clasped Gaz’s dick, stroking it slowly. Gaz let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, and he felt the tension in his body melt. Price’s hand felt so good wrapped around his cock, and the way he was taking it slow and steady made Gaz feel cherished, like he was there for an intimate action, not just for sex.
After a few strokes, Price finally moved his head forward, taking Gaz’s dick in his mouth.
Now Gaz was in no means small, but Price took it like a champ. He swallowed the whole thing whole, moaning when the entire length was down his throat. He held it there while Gaz watched, eyes wide and breaths becoming short. The heat of Price’s mouth felt so good on his cock, like comfortably warm molten lava dripped on his body.
Price started moving his head up and down on Gaz’s cock, licking the sensitive veins with his tongue and making Gaz clench his fists. He swirled his tongue around the head of it, making Gaz throw his head back and moan. “Please, Price,” he moaned. “Don’t stop.”
A hum around his cock was Price’s response, and he started bobbing his head up and down in earnest. Each pass was making an obscene sucking noise, and the saliva was starting to gather on the corners of his mouth. Some of it was starting to drip onto Price’s beard, and Gaz had to admit it was kind of cute to see Price working so hard to please him.
Price stilled for a moment on his cock and looked up at Gaz, his crystal clear blue eyes meeting Gaz’s own. Gaz was once again taken aback by the beauty of his captain – the man was beautiful on the field in a deadly and dangerous way, yet somehow he retained his beauty off the field so easily. Gaz realized too late that Price was using this pause as a way to snake his hand around to grab at Gaz’s wrist, leading Gaz’s hand to bury itself in Price’s soft hair.
Gaz raised an eyebrow. “You want me to use your mouth?” he said, just to confirm that’s what Price wanted. A quick nod of the head confirmed Gaz’s suspicions, and he laughed lightly. What was impressive about the whole thing was that Price conveyed his wants without even taking his mouth off Gaz's cock.
Gaz lightly grabbed Price’s hair, scared of hurting the man beneath him, and started moving his hips upwards, chasing the heat of Price’s mouth. And god, what a sensation that was. Hearing Price’s choking noises turned on something feral inside Gaz, and he started fucking into Price’s mouth at a quicker pace. Saliva started dripping off of both Price’s chin and Gaz’s cock, and Gaz moaned at the delicious feeling of Price’s mouth.
As Gaz continued to fuck into Price’s mouth, chasing his own pleasure, he started to reach his climax. The heat combined with the absolute control he had over the situation was driving him mad, and Gaz was approaching the edge. He didn’t want to cum now though – if he was being completely honest, he wanted to come on Price’s cock. After a particularly hard thrust, he grabbed onto Price’s hair hard and pulled him off of his cock.
Price came up coughing and gasping for breath, but he was smiling like a madman. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and spoke with a rough voice. “Not bad, eh?”
Gaz laughed in response, feeling his climax recede. “Considering you nearly sucked the soul of my body, yeah.” Price huffed at Gaz’s comment and ran a hand through his hair and beard.
A quick look at Price’s face had Gaz breathless. His cheeks were red and eyes misty from the abuse that his throat had been through, but Gaz thought he looked amazing like that on his knees – breathless, debauched, and likely begging for more. Although, Gaz wanted something else from Price. He realized that he was the only one getting naked at this moment, which wouldn’t do. Gaz was equally a taker and a giver. Basically, Gaz shouldn’t be the only one enjoying himself – Price should be able to take what he wants from Gaz as well.
So, Gaz grabbed Price by the collar of his shirt and hauled him up so he could connect their mouths once again. This kiss was very different from the first one – this one was messy and aggressive, all teeth and tongue, while the first one was slower and more sensual. But, the two men had gotten a taste of the other, and all they wanted was more. They swallowed each other's moans as their teeth clashed against each other, their kisses making loud smooching noises as they swapped saliva.
Gaz was the first to pull out of the kiss, needing to catch his breath. He was still hungry for more – so fucking hungry. His hand shot out to Price’s pants, beginning to unbutton his jeans with quick, shaky hands. Price moaned as his thickened member rubbed against the fabric of his jeans as Gaz made quick work of it, pulling down Price’s underwear revealing his cock.
His mouth started to water as he stared at Price’s cock. He wanted nothing more than to get his mouth on it, but right now, he desperately wanted it somewhere else.
Reaching a hand out, Gaz began stroking Price’s cock, making Price moan and throw his head back.
“Price,” Gaz said softly, and he couldn’t believe how desperate he sounded. “I want you inside me.”
Gaz took the soft groan that emanated from Price as an affirmative and took his hand off of Price’s cock. He shuffled backwards on the bed, allowing his entire body to be spread out on the bed. He heard Price follow him on the bed, effectively encasing him with his own body. Price’s hands were next to Gaz’s head, and his knees next to his hips. Price dipped down for another round of kisses, and Gaz buried his hands in Price’s silky hair again.
Had they died and gone to heaven? This moment felt fucking perfect.
At some point, Price pulled off of Gaz’s mouth and dove into his exposed neck, biting and licking at the skin. Each pinprick of pain was a reminder that Price owned Gaz, and that was physically evident by the purple marks on his skin. Each nip made Gaz’s dick jump in arousal and had tiny breaths leaving his mouth.
Even though he was more turned on than he had ever been in his life, he wanted to speed up the process.
“Price I swear if you don’t get your dick inside of me soon, I'm going to combust,” Gaz growled, but it basically came out as a whiny plea. Price laughed against his neck, tiny bursts of air hitting the skin there, and he came up to face Gaz again, placating him by rubbing his calloused hands on his thighs.
“Alright, love, you’ll get me soon enough,” Price answered, his voice deep with lust. He climbed off of Gaz, leaving Gaz alone on the bed, which initially made Gaz worried, but Price came back quickly with a bottle of lube and a condom. The bottle of lube was in mint condition, like it hadn’t been touched in a while. Gaz teasingly raised an eyebrow at Price, who suddenly looked embarrassed. “Don’t get a lot of people in bed here,” he muttered. Gaz laughed and brought a hand up to Price’s cheek, caressing it.
“It’s just fine, John. We’ll probably work through the whole bottle in a week by ourselves.”
Price snorted. “Speak for yourself. I’m not as young or virile as I once was.”
“Trust me,” Gaz said, patting Price on the chest. “You’re perfect for me.” His eyes narrowed, fixing Price with a steely stare. “Now get your cock inside me.”
Price scoffed at Gaz’s aggressive request, but nonetheless, he unpackaged the condom and started to put it on, but stopped when Gaz grabbed his arm.
“Wanna feel you, sir,” Gaz said, making eye contact with Price. “We’re both clean – they tested you in the hospital and I had my routine checkup a month ago.”
Price raised an eyebrow. “You been with anyone in that month?”
“No, sir.”
“Good.” Price was immediately back on top of him, viciously biting at his neck again. Gaz gasped, back arching off the bed as the pain hit his nerves, and Price licked the wound there to soothe the wound. He brought his mouth up to Gaz’s ear, lightly biting the sensitive skin on his earlobe and tickling his face with his beard.
“You’re mine now,” Price growled, making Gaz shiver. He secretly loved the possessiveness that Price was exhibiting right now, but all he could offer was a quiet “yes, sir”, trying to prevent himself from moaning too loudly at how aroused the display made him.
Price hopped off of him again and grabbed the lube, pouring a generous amount on his fingers and warming it up before circling Gaz’s hole, causing him to gasp at the sudden feeling. Price smirked at Gaz’s reaction, and continued to tease Gaz’s hole, as if his fingers were a bunch of scavenger birds waiting to dive down and tear apart a meal.
When Price felt the lube was warm enough to not cause discomfort, he slowly slid a single finger in, causing Gaz to moan loudly as he was stretched out. Price watched Gaz’s face contort with pleasure as he pumped the finger in and out, allowing for Gaz to accommodate to the size of his finger before slowly slipping in another finger. Wet, squelching sounds filled the room as Price fingered and scissored Gaz’s hole. Gaz was making pretty, breathless noises, trying to get enough oxygen to his lust-filled brain.
After a minute or so of Price gently opening Gaz up, Price slightly quirked his finger up, making Gaz gasp and arch his back off the bed again. “Fuck,” he swore, and Price smirked. Damn, he had found his prostate, and Gaz would sue if Price didn’t keep hitting that spot. “Again, please,” Gaz begged, and Price chuckled, obliging to Gaz’s request.
A couple more thrusts towards Gaz’s prostate, and Gaz deemed himself ready for the real thing. He relayed this information to Price, and Price smiled, grabbing the lube again and slicking himself up with another generous amount of lube. From looking at Price’s cock, Gaz was sure he could take it, but it was quite girthy. In fact, given Gaz’s limited experience, it might’ve been the biggest dick that Gaz had ever attempted to take. He was determined to get Price all the way inside him though – he wanted to feel Price inside him.
Price pushed Gaz’s legs up so he had access to his hole and lined his cock up, teasing the rim with the head of his dick. Gaz breathed in anticipation, and Price pushed in.
It was like electricity had licked its way up Gaz’s spine. It was like someone had tased him in the back. It was like sweet ecstasy and euphoria had entered his brain. It seemed that there was enough lube and preparation for Price to easily slip in, as he encountered no resistance, and after no time, he was fully sheathed inside Gaz, with both men panting for breath. Price stilled, allowing Gaz to become accustomed to the stretch.
In the meantime, Price had kept his cock inside Gaz, but had bent over the man’s chest to pepper light kisses to his face, chin, and chest. When he finally made his way up to Gaz’s mouth, Gaz moaned as Price’s tongue slipped in again. The man was truly sinful with that tongue. His honeyed words, his actions – where did he learn to use it like that?
“I’m ready,” Gaz gasped into Price’s mouth, and Price nodded and began to rock his hips back and forth into Gaz, drawing long moans from the man underneath him. Price continued to peck at his neck and face, occasionally creating more bite marks here and there as he saw fit.
“Such a good boy for me,” Price growled, and Gaz let out a high pitched moan at the words. All of his senses were being overtaken by Price – he smelled like Price’s cologne, he felt Price inside him, he felt Price’s lips on his neck and on his chest, and all he could hear were the soft grunts and slaps of skin against skin as Price chased his own pleasure with Gaz’s body.
The pace increased, and Gaz’s moans steadily grew louder in volume as Price angled his cock to attack Gaz’s prostate head on. He could tell that Price was nearing his climax, with his grunts growing louder and his breathing and thrusts becoming erratic. At this point, Price was drawing his cock completely outside of Gaz and slamming it back inside, causing Gaz to groan at every contact of his hips on his ass.
“Inside, John, please,” Gaz begged as Price kept up the pace, brutally slamming his hips into Gaz’s skin. A grunt of affirmation was all Gaz got before Price’s mouth was back on his, the two of them kissing like their lives depended on it as Price continued to take what he needed. Gaz’s hand scrambled into Price’s hair, looking for anything to ground himself as he felt his pleasure pooling in his gut. “Please, Price,” he moaned into Price’s mouth. “I’m so close.”
“Me too, love,” Price said, gasping in between words. A couple more stuttering thrusts and Price was groaning loudly, painting Gaz’s insides white with his seed. He continued to fuck into Gaz with the same vigor, bordering on oversensitivity for him until Gaz finally came all over his stomach with a shuddering moan, cumming untouched from Price’s cock pounding into his prostate.
Price gradually slowed down his pace, finally stilling his hips as he let himself catch his breath. He practically collapsed on top of Gaz, uncaring about the cum that was going to smear itself on his own chest. He kept his dick inside Gaz though, allowing Gaz’s body to keep his cock nice and warm.
With the intensity of the moment gone, the two men breathed together, allowing themselves to catch their breaths. Price listened to Gaz’s beating heart, allowing their heartbeats to sync, and Gaz stared at the ceiling, listening to Price’s soft breathing. The two laid there for however long they needed, until the dried cum became uncomfortable and their bodies became sore. Price got up first, urging Gaz to stay there. He staggered into the bathroom and came back with a warm towel, which he used to clean up the cum dripping out of Gaz’s hole and the cum on his chest. He ran his warm hands over Gaz’s thighs and arms, helping the sore muscle there as he recovered from the exertion.
Gaz had never felt more pampered in his life. He argued that the most important part in sex was the aftercare, and Price did the aftercare spot on. After cleaning Gaz up, he ran to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water for both of them. Upon returning to the bedroom, he had placed Gaz’s glass of water on the bedside table and climbed onto the bed next to Gaz, who was still staring at the ceiling, recovering from the sex of his life. Price pressed a light kiss to his cheek. “You solid?”
Gaz blinked. “That was… amazing.”
Price laughed and nuzzled his face into Gaz’s arm, curling around him like a big koala. “Good to know you enjoyed yourself, sweetheart.”
Gaz smiled up at the ceiling. “Does this make us partners?” he blurted out.
He felt Price smile against his arm. “If you’d like to be, yes. I want to be your partner, Kyle.”
“And I you, John.”
They lay in silence for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow of each other’s confessions and their previous actions. Gaz ran through the absurd events that had led him to this position, and found himself amazed at how he had ended up here. Although, there was one thing that still nagged at the back of his brain. Something about their conversation in the kitchen and the pancakes. Price had been rather vague about the meaning of the pancakes, and Gaz was pretty convinced there definitely was one.
“You still haven’t told me what the pancakes mean to you,” he said, looking at Price’s face nuzzled against his arm.
Price laughed, a hearty sound that always seemed to make Gaz smile. “You were always a curious one. You can always somehow get me to talk.” He pushed himself up using his elbow and pressed a chaste kiss to Gaz’s lips before answering.
“Pancakes for dinner means I love you.”
And of course it did.
Every time Price’s mother made pancakes for him, she was saying that she loved him.
Every time Price made Gaz pancakes for him, he was saying that he loved him.
After Gaz was dangled from a helicopter, Price told him he loved him.
After Gaz helped with paperwork, Price told him he loved him.
After Gaz danced with him at the bar, Price told him he loved him.
After Gaz saved him from bleeding out from a gunshot wound to the abdomen, Price told him he loved him.
And finally, there in Price’s quiet flat in the countryside of England, after Gaz had helped him through his nightmares, Price had told him he loved him.
And wasn’t that the truth?
Gaz turned towards Price, grabbing Price’s chin and kissing him again. When they broke apart, Gaz brought Price into a crushing hug, allowing him to place his chin on Price’s shoulder, mouth next to his ear.
“I love you too, John.”
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