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“You need to work.” Ghost’s voice told you for the umpteenth time. The clicking of his laptop keys going silent for only a moment as his gaze dragged over the pen you were fiddling with. He could tell it hadn’t touched the notepad in a couple minutes, obvious by the lack of accompanying noise in the base’s office. And to top it all off…you’ve hardly started the mission report. By now you could feel the exasperation radiating off him in waves.
“It’s not my fault this report is boring as hell,” You sighed, leaning back in your chair that wobbled from an uneven leg.
Ghost shifted to look back at his screen again, the pale document casting light onto his skull mask. It was kind of silly to see him hunched over a laptop, typing out paperwork of all things, “It’s gotta get done somehow.”
“And you’re not bored?”
“I don’t get bored.”
“Mhmmm.” You hummed, completely unconvinced as you put your feet up on the desk. “Sure. I highly doubt that.”
He shrugged and you raised an eyebrow at him, even if he wasn’t looking, “But you don’t ever get distracted?”
“Nope.”
The conversation sunk into silence, your eyes never leaving him. His casual black shirt, something you could only see him wear off missions and out of gear, left some of his tattoos exposed and you took the opportunity to trace them mentally.
What a liar. ‘Can’t get distracted’ my ass.
You clicked your tongue, “There’s just no way you don’t get distracted.”
Ghost paused, “And I guess there’s no way you can do your work.”
Laughing, you straightened your chair, “Well, prove me wrong and maybe I will. I’ll even shut up and leave you alone.”
Ghost hummed, a low sound as he glanced back at you finally, “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“And how in the hell would I prove you wrong?” His caramel eyes bore into you.
You put the pen down, crossing your arms, “I try and distract you and you try to keep working. How ‘bout it?”
He followed your hand, “That sounds too easy, mate. Got something in mind you’d get if you won?”
You hummed, mentally flicking through the options. Getting this kind of a chance is a once in a lifetime, after all. You didn’t want to make him do anything too bad— he would probably have your head for that. And asking him to take off his mask was out of the question— you’ve known each other long enough to see how determined he is to cling to it. You would never pressure him to remove it.
Damn. What did you want?
Honestly you just wanted- got it.
You smirked, “Go out for drinks with me.”
“We go out for drinks all the time.”
You shook your head before clarifying “Not with the whole team, man. Just us. Feels like I never get to talk to you when it’s everyone.” You love the other guys, but it’s getting old to constantly be pulled away by either Price or Soap.
There was a pause before Ghost nodded, “Hardly a win for you.”
“I get bragging rights too.” You grinned.
“You’ve got a deal, mate. Oh, and good luck, you’re gonna need it.” This cocky bastard. The look he sent you was definitely a taunt, even if to anyone who didn’t know him, it would probably be impossible to tell. It just fuelled your desire to win.
He turned to the keyboard, “You’ve got an hour.”
Well, shit.
Now what?
You glance around, spotting a pencil before picking it up to toss at him. It hits him on the cheek before clattering to the floor. Nothing. Not a blink. He was even still able to type. You tossed a few more small things around the room, just to make small noises.
Yeah, that’s…not working. You picked all of it up (lest he kill you) before plopping back into your seat.
You glanced at the clock, tossing around some ideas before opening your phone, going into the ringtones. Nope. Nah. There it is. You played the one you knew Ghost had. He paused for only a second before clicking somewhere and getting back to work. You were sure you needed more than that to walk away with a win. Damn it.
Dragging over your chair, you sat next to him, leaning over to see his report. Fuck, it was a good one too. Not just nonsense to play it off. “You bastard.”
Ghost ignored you, leading you to watch him type a bit while you tried to come up with a plan. It was a bit off-putting to see him with bare hands. Not that you particularly minded.
Your eyes trailed up his arm to his tattoo, seeing the muscle shift as he did. His own gaze was still trained on the screen, and you took a moment to look up close at his delicate blonde lashes. Definitely a contrast to his whole persona. You tapped his shoulder to test the waters. Nothing. He was still determined to win.
You looked at the floor near his feet.
A filthy thought crossed your mind and you almost denied it. It came every time you saw him in the gym, or when you were both coming down from the adrenaline high after a mission.
The need to get on your knees and destroy all the respect he’s ever given you in one fell swoop.
Oh, you were so going to get killed today.
But shit if you didn’t want to.
You glanced at the clock. Thirty minutes already. Fuck it. You slipped off the chair and moved under the desk. He didn’t react, and you didn’t expect him to.
Instead, the real reaction would come from what you were about to do, getting comfortable on your knees in front of your Lieutenant as you spread his apart. You bit your tongue. This could cost you everything.
Dragging your hands up from his knee to his thighs, the rough material dragging, you could hear the typing pause for a moment just like it had earlier. Your breath caught in your throat, expecting Ghost to push away.
He resumed typing.
You released a slow exhale, giving an experimental squeeze. You could feel the muscles underneath his pants, your own suddenly a bit tighter. You were going to destroy this man.
Hooking your finger in his belt, you heard his breath hitch for a second. You chuckled, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re anticipating something.”
God, you sure were.
The belt clicked open, and you tossed it to the side.
Your hands went to his zipper, giving a light tug as a warning to Ghost of what you were about to do, “Green, yellow, or red?”
“Green.” Ghost’s voice was a bit lower than you were expecting, the clack of the keys still going despite your attempts.
The zipper came down. Moving further between his legs, you could see his eyes again. Still ignoring you.
However, one part of him was not.
“This bet mean that much to you?” Ghost muttered, the clicking noticeably slower now. His cock was starting to strain against his boxers.
You grinned, “Focus, Lieutenant.”
Your hand palming at him through the fabric was enough to illicit a grunt. You glanced at the door to the office, “Think anyone’s gonna come through? Then again, bet you locked it.”
Ghost always locked it. It was a side room, after all. No one needed it. You were just lucky enough that he didn’t seem to mind when you were there too.
“I wonder if you do that to keep new recruits out while you make a report,” You put more pressure on him, and he let out a low groan. “Or because you wanted this.”
Ghost was breathing heavier, shaky intakes muffled by the mask, “Fuck.”
The clicking paused and you took the opportunity to pull the elastic of his boxers down, letting him spring free. You let out a low whistle, “Goddamn, Simon.”
Kissing the tip, you didn’t miss the way the man above you shivered. Or the choked moan he tried to swallow when you licked a stripe up his shaft. You gave Ghost a second, enough to see him attempt to pull himself together to try and work on the report again while you fiddled with his combat boots. Once they were off, the pants went too, leaving you to resettle as you licked your lips before enveloping the head of his cock with them.
A soft thud came from the desk above you when his fist hit it, a moan ripped from Ghost.
The immediate thought that passed you in a heated daze was that you badly wanted to reduce this man to nothing but a mess.
God. Damn. You should have done this months earlier.
Your nails dug into his thighs, taking him as deep into your mouth as you could. A quiet grunt escaped Ghost, followed by a literal whimper when you moaned around his cock.
And fuck, that was hot.
You started to bob your head, swirling your tongue around his shaft. God, the tent in your pants hurt, but it was worth it to look up and see Ghost struggling to continue his work. A sudden change in pace was all it took to make him throw his head back, the thighs under your hands tensing like he was holding himself back from fucking your mouth like a toy. You’ve never seen anything more sinful, especially not with the filthy sounds he was making, groaning as he whispered curses and even your name.
You pulled off with a pop, drool dripping down your chin smugly, “Come on, Simon, I thought you were supposed to be working?”
“Maybe if you weren’t cheating.” Ghost sounded breathless, peering down at you through thick lashes that you always loved he had.
“We never said this wasn’t allowed. Unless it’s that you want me to stop?” You gave his thigh an innocent squeeze, watching him suck in a shaky breath.
He growled, “I’ll fucking kill you if you stop.”
“Yes, sir.” You grinned before leaning down and biting his thigh, marking the flesh while the man above you muttered a string of curses. You softly kissed the fresh wound as if to apologize, before doing it again in a different space. It’s the fact you could do this— that your usually cold Lieutenant was letting you leave marks and bruises on his skin and showing you this side of him— it was driving you mad.
“You’re so fucking hot, Simon. You have no idea.” The words tumble out without your consent, but it doesn’t make them any less true as you leave one last kiss to linger on his skin. “Pretty, too.”
“Fuck. Get up here for a sec.” Ghost gestures for you, waiting until you straighten on your knees and lean up. He hooks a finger under his mask, lifting it above his nose before tilting down to reach you, lips smashing against yours. He doesn’t seem to mind the taste of him on your tongue when he probes your mouth open, exploring like he would on any mission as he manages to pull a moan from you. You part, Ghost pulling his mask back down, “Good boy.”
Oh, that did something to you. You sat back down on your knees, acutely aware of your neglected dick painfully pressing against your pants. Fuck.
You undo them as you move to kiss his tip before taking it fully back into your mouth, an unmistakeable whimper drawing out of him. “You gonna touch yourself or what?”
You moan around him when it’s freed, removing a hand from his thigh to wrap around yourself. You set a pace, feeling Ghost twitch in your mouth from the sight. Both of you were a mess, Ghost’s fingers lacing into your hair to guide you.
It didn’t take long for you to feel a heat pool in your stomach. Ghost was in the same boat, shaking from the effort of trying not to teeter off the edge.
“Shit, I’m close-“ He cut himself off with a grunt, grip tightening into your hair. You went down a couple more times before he tapped you as a warning. A second later he broke with a cracked moan, shaking through his high while you tried to swallow what you could. When Ghost finally came down, he tugged you off of him.
His gaze flickered to your halted motions with deep breaths, clearly questioning why you didn’t let yourself cum.
You almost did keep going, but you desperately wanted to see how far you could push your Lieutenant. “Was wondering…” You took a moment to breathe, “…If you’d be up for something else?”
Ghost’s eyes dragged over you like he was scoping his next target, and your heart thumped, wondering if you went too far. His tongue clicked, “What did’ya have in mind?”
“I want to fuck you— if you’d have me.” You traced one of the scars nearer to his hip.
You were half expecting to be denied flat out, but instead, Ghost’s breathing grew more shaky. “Yeah…yeah, you can do that.”
God, that’s going to go straight to your head…and cock.
You pushed the chair out more, moving to stand while ignoring the slight stiffness in your legs. His eyes stayed trained on you, almost making you embarrassed with how they raked down every curve. That is, before you ripped him to his feet by his collar, the man almost falling into you from the force. “Jesus, you’re stronger than you look.”
“Or maybe you’re lighter than you think.” You grinned, pulling his mask up to kiss him again. He breathed a sigh into it, and you guessed that was the closest you would get to a laugh. His hands found your hair when you twisted to press him against the desk, parting for air only for you to dive back in
“Oi, you kiss like you wanna eat me.” Ghost panted when you finally gave him a moment.
You placed a light kiss to his exposed neck, “Might not get another chance. Making the most of it.”
“I wouldn’t say that-“ His voice picked up when you opened your mouth, teeth grazing his throat, “Thought about this before, actually.”
“Yeah?”
Ghost hummed with a short nod, “Wouldn’t mind this bein’ a thing. Whatever this is.”
You felt heat roll over you at the thought, “You ever touch yourself to me, Simon?”
Opening his mouth to respond, he instead choked on a moan as you bit down, leaving a trail of hickeys along the exposed flesh. “Fuck. Yeah, I have.”
You couldn’t be patient for much longer, pushing him to splay out on his back. The desk creaked a bit under the new weight. Ghost hissed a bit from the cold. Your fingers touched his lips, watching the man open his mouth and take them without pause while your mouth continued its assault. The warmth of his mouth and the feeling of his tongue was going to break you.
You pulled them out when you thought they were slick enough, daring to prod at his entrance. “Colour?”
“Green. Just do it already.” Impatience seeped into his voice, and you decided to help him out a bit. One finger added, then two. He hissed at the intrusion. “Shit.”
You waited until he seemed comfortable before adding a third, curling them a bit. Ghost suddenly arched with a shout. Bingo.
You pulled them out, lining yourself up with his entrance, even grazing it. “So what is it you want me to do?”
“Fuckin’ hell.” He grunted.
“Simon.”
Ghost expression was hard to read, but the crack in his voice was enough, “Fuck me. Please.”
“Yes, sir.” You grinned before slowly pushing in, breath stuttering at the feeling of Ghost’s walls near strangling your cock. The heat was easy to get lost in, sucking you in. You waited for him to adjust with a groan, wanting nothing more than to just ruin him right there and then, “Jesus, you’re tight.”
Ghost wasn’t doing much better, wincing with a strangled moan. He shifted his hips more down, and you took that as your cue to keep going. Bottoming out, you leaned over and kissed his neck. “You good?”
“If you keep stopping I’m gonna shoot you.” Ghost growled.
“I thought you didn’t get bored.” You pulled out, suddenly slamming back in. “And I definitely didn’t know you were a slut.”
Ghost cried out at that, a sound you never would have even imagined him to be capable of making. God, he was really falling apart at your hands, huh?
“Careful. Someone else might hear and then what-“ You set a pace, cutting yourself off with a gasp. “-then they would see you, their best soldier, getting railed by someone of lower rank.”
Ghost choked, clumsily pulling his mask down and covering his mouth to try and quiet some of the lewd sounds, a chipped growl rising out of his throat. His eyes squeezed shut and you continued, practically rambling now as you were already starting to come undone, having been close before, “I love your mask. And your eyes. Fuck— your voice too.”
“Can’t believe you’re letting me ruin you. Not worried I’ll tell someone how fucking loud you moan?” Your nails drag along his stomach, one of your hands moving to stroke his cock in rhythm. You were so close, but you wanted him to come crashing with you. Just a little longer.
“You wouldn’t-“ Ghost pulled his hand away enough to speak, voice breathless and chopped, “-only you.”
“What was that?” Your vision was starting to get hazy, desperate to get that release. You bit your tongue to try and slow the incoming fall.
“Jesus fuck!” Ghost arched his back, apparently hitting a good spot, “I’d only let you ruin me. Come on, please-“
You hit the spot again and Ghost slapped a hand over his mouth with a strangled whimper.
“Fuck. I might not last.” You grunted, panting as you pounded into him.
You bit down on his neck to try and ground yourself, Ghost threading fingers into your hair and tugging— and shit you almost lost it right then. He grunted, words a little slurred, “Cum for me.”
Shit.
You pulled out right before your orgasm hit, black ripping across your vision as you felt your trembling body go practically limp against Ghost with a cry, rocking with every wave. He rocked back, helping get you through your high.
When the spots started to clear, you put a hand to his hip to stop the now overstimulating motion, trailing back down to fuck him with your fingers instead, now even more desperate to get him off. You curled them into the same spot as before, relishing how his eyes squeezed shut again. “That’s it. You’re doing so good for me, Simon.”
“Close.” He hissed, jerking into your hand when you stroked him.
“Don’t keep me waiting then.” You kissed his chest, hearing how his moans had steadily turned to whimpers. If anyone had told you that Ghost could be reduced to a shaking mess, you would have laughed in their face. But fuck, were you happy.
He squeezed your shoulder before tensing up with a muffled sob as you moved up and kissed him through the mask, stroking him as hot white ropes shot onto you and his stomach. You continued until he started to twitch from the contact, placing your hands on his collarbone instead.
Ghost came back down, lazily kissing back before you pulled away to let him breathe.
“You okay?” You murmured, sliding a thumb over his jaw.
His hand came up to run along your back, “Mm. Yeah. Of course I’m alright. Shit.”
You chuckled, “No regrets?”
Ghost shakily sat up, letting you fix his mask, “No. Don’t think I could.”
You lifted it for a moment to give him a quick kiss before pulling it back down, “None from me either.”
“I owe you a drink.”
“That you do.”