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Their relationship was new, they were still learning about each other’s limits and likes, it started one night Gaz and Soap got heavily drunk and spilled their thoughts, which landed with their relationships merging into one.
Originally, Soap and Ghost were together, Gaz and Price were together, and now it’s, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, and Price all together.
It was an interesting revelation, but so far, it’s been going well, more than well actually, except these past few weeks, they’ve started noticing something about Johnny.
For starters he’s incredible bad at communicating his needs, which leads to unsatisfaction, and grumpy Johnny. Although he has been trying his best, he still has difficulties with communicating, as well as listening.
Today, it finally happened, they learnt what Johnny’s biggest limit was, and in the worst way.
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Johnny was fucked, he was done and purely fucked, he was warned multiple times, but he ignored it, again.
He was fucked.
They were on the helo ride back to base after a mission, he sat alone on one side whilst his boyfriends were on the other, they were softly speaking and glaring at the scot.
In the long run, he knew it was stupid, but at the time, his adhd meddled mind didn’t care, he was jittery and antsy; not having a good morning. So, when he ran in the building alone and then proceeded to collect intel and blow it up almost dying, to say the least his boyfriends are fucking pissed.
Although he did get good intel, and took out a far amount of enemies, he got injured, his left arm received a nasty gash needing multiple stitches.
As he sat there, alone, he couldn’t stop his mind from chasing after his hidden thoughts, he was trained so hard to keep down.
They don’t love you, look at them glaring at you, they clearly don’t love you anymore, cant fucking listens for shit, now they are going to break up with you. They never wanted you in the first place, they just dragged you along to make you feel better about your pathetic self.
He felt like fucking shit, apart from being sliced in the arm and having stitches, he felt unloved. He was sat there staring deeply at the floor of the helo as his boyfriends were all giddy with each other on the other side, away from him.
The inevitable feeling of anxiety was creeping around his body, his stomach was rippling with fear, and he wanted to puke and cry.
He hated this.
When the helo finally landed, he stood up ready to go to debrief, Price and them led the way through the halls to Price’s office, where he was shoved in and sat down.
It was short, considering they were all there, and before he knew it, it ended, Johnny still sat staring at his fingers as he picked at them. His skin peeled back, and blood dribbled out, be he kept picking, letting the pain ease his gnawing anxiety.
He waited for them to speak, to acknowledge he was there, waiting for his punishment, but when it came, he was heartbroken.
“MacTavish, get the fuck out.” Price said bluntly, the words hit Soap hard, not ‘love’, not ‘Soap’, not even ‘John’, just ‘MacTavish’.
He held back the tears that threatened to well his eyes, and lifted his head gazing to meet all their eyes. Ghost looked pissed, Gaz was pissed, and Price…was pissed, he felt his heart beat rise, his throat closed over halting his breathing, he wasn’t wanted.
He knew deep, deep down that this was apart of his ‘punishment’, but on the surface, all he felt was unwanted.
His head fell down as he stared at his hands, he nodded softly and stood up walking toward the door, as his hand turned the knob Price spoke once again.
“You will come to my barrack at 8pm sharp, am I understood.” He spoke harshly, and Johnny just nodded as he left the room.
When he got to his room, he fell on his bed and broke down, he couldn’t tell anymore if they were being serious or not, he couldn’t tell if they still loved him, he couldn’t tell.
He sobbed, he sobbed into his pillow and snuggled deeply into his blankets, he knows he didn’t do the right thing, he knows he disobeyed direct orders, he knows.
Are they going to call him into Price’s room and yell at him, are they going to break up with him, are they going to leave him?
He sobbed until soft whimpers and sniffles were all that was left, he had to prepare himself, for what ever they were going to say to him. He sat up and focused on breathing exercises, taking deep breaths in holding and letting it out, soothing his mind.
He laid in his bed sketching and drawing in his notebook, occasionally looking over at the time, awaiting the dreaded 8pm, he ended up skipping lunch and dinner, letting the time overtake his mind.
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He looked over at the clock placed on his nightstand and it read 19:52, he darted off his bed, he couldn’t be late. His sketchbook was placed on his nightstand, and he walked over to put on his boots, and made his way to the door he stepped out and made sure to walk slowly toward his captain’s barrack.
He waited outside Price’s barrack, he could barely hear soft talking inside, so he stepped away not wanting to eavesdrop.
He had his phone out, 19:59, he moved back to the door awaiting for it to tick over to 20:00.
His fist was raised, and as the clock struck 8, he gave a soft gentle knock to the door, anxiety was bubbling all around his body like a virus, his throat stung with more tears wanting to birth.
“Come in.” A gruff voice said from inside, presumably Price.
Johnny placed his hand on the door knob, taking in a deep breath, trying his best to relax his growing dread, and opened the door.
He stepped inside and closed it behind him, making sure its locked. He gazed around the room carefully, Ghost was sat on Price’s bad, Gaz was stood next to him, and Price was standing to the side of them.
Their expression ranged from, angry, to worried, to sad, to pissed. It was confusing, was he actually getting broken up with?
The room had the lights dimmed so the darkness camouflaged his red puffed eyes, but it made his anxiety grow fierce.
Price finally stepped forward, leading the conversation.
“MacTavish, you disobeyed a direct order.”
‘MacTavish’ again, maybe they were breaking up with him.
“You almost fucking died.”
Johnny looked down at his hands, and began picking at the already bloodied fingers, the raw skin getting irritated and more tarnished.
“Look at me when I’m speaking.” That was an order.
Johnny’s head whipped up, to meet the gaze of his Captain.
Before he knew it, he was answering out of habit, “y-yes daddy…” he mumbled softly.
“No, you don’t get to call me that right now.”
Johnny’s heart fell into a million little pieces, he was really fucked, he stalled the tears filling his eyes, and the sting in his throat.
“Yes sir…” He said so softly it hurt.
“Come here.” Price gestured for him to step closer to which he did, Johnny came about a meter away from Price.
“Down.”
Johnny fell to his knees, the overbearing command fogging up his mind and taking over.
“You are going to stay, you are going to watch, and you are going to be quiet.” Price commanded.
No good boy? Johnny thought to himself, even if they were misbehaving, Price would still tell them good.
“Am I understood?”
“A-aye sir…”
“Alright.” Price turned his attention to his other boyfriends.
Ghost now had Gaz on his lap, and they were making out, grinding against each other, the pang in Johnny’s heart never hurt this bad before.
“Let’s show MacTavish how we treat a good boy.” Price announced, and Gaz let out a soft moan.
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Johnny’s knees were aching, he could usually stay on his knees for hours, but with the anxiety chewing its way through his system, he couldn’t stand it.
He watched as they made out, as they grabbed the lube and got themselves in position, and Johnny was ignored the entire time, as if he wasn’t even there.
Price was resting his back along the bed’s backboard legs spread as Gaz took his cock deep in his throat, Ghost was behind Gaz stretching him out with his fingers. The moans escaping Kyle were obscene, and throughout the whole thing, praises were spewed at Gaz.
It hurt, it hurt a lot, all Johnny wanted to be was a good boy for them, and now he was being left out entirely.
He wasn’t even hard, usually watching his boyfriend go at it would make him unbelievably hard, but he wasn’t. He was constantly swallowing the dread down, he knows he should just say the safe word, maybe they would stop and give him attention, but he doesn’t know if they still love him.
He was stuck, he didn’t know what to do, he wants this to stop, he hates this, hates it, hates everything. He just wants to cry and leave, just wants to curl under the blankets and sob his heart out.
Simon slid his fingers out of Kyles hole, and he mewled at the loss, Price groaned at the vibrations around his cock. Simon lined himself up with Kyle and started inching inside, the warmth overwhelmed his senses, when he bottomed out, he halted for Kyle to get used to the stretch.
“Fuckin’ good boy Kyle…Takin’ our cocks like a champ.” Price spurted out, in his pleasure haze.
Kyle moaned and pushed back onto Simon, telling him to move, to which he did, Simon started his fucking slow and steady before picking up the pace.
Every thrust had Kyle chocking on Price’s cock, then being filled with Simon’s cock, it was pleasant, although he did miss the warmth of his third.
Johnny watched as they fucked Kyle, how they caressed him, touched him, comforted him, called him a good boy, did everything to him, and how they completely and utterly ignored Johnny’s entire existence.
The dread was filling his being, his heart was beating rapidly, hurting with every pulse, his throat was stinging relentlessly, and his eyes began to well furiously with tears.
He was so close to breaking down.
His knees ached severely, his back was tender from the remained position, his legs were cramped stiff.
His mind was an overwhelmed jungle of hatred and jealousy, all he wanted was to be up there, being loved, he didn’t want to do this anymore, it hurt so much, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt.
Hot tears fell unknowingly down his face, leaving trails of slick and warmth, they just kept falling, as his vision blurred, he couldn’t make a sound, Price said so, he couldn’t get him angrier at him.
He tried to hold his composer, keeping still, keeping quiet, but it was getting harder, why aren’t they paying attention to him, why aren’t they loving him.
Where they just going to fuck in front of him and then leave him?
“God, you’re perfect…” Simon muttered, as Kyle came all over the sheets.
“Unlike someone…” Price added.
That made the dam break, everything fell, everything crumbled, he couldn’t hold it in anymore, punishment be dammed, if Price was going to get angry, he couldn’t care anymore he just wanted to stop.
Johnny choked on a violent sob, as tears fell rapidly, the room was filled with hiccups and sniffles as Johnny bawled his eyes out.
Price turned his attention rapidly to the scot, Simon pulled out of Kyle and swiftly put himself away, Kyle sat up on trembling legs eyeing his boyfriend with worry.
Johnny fell over on himself laying on the floor in a ball as he sobbed, the heartbreak escaping in the gasps for air.
Simon launched off the bed racing over to his side, Price not far behind, and Kyle found his boxers before trembling over to them.
Johnny was a coherent mess of mumbles.
“I-I dinnae, w-wanna br-break up! P-please dinnae ha-hate me! I-I’m sorry…”
Simon was rubbing his back pulling his body onto his lap, as Price was trying to understand him.
“Baby, baby, what’s wrong, where not breaking up with you?!” Simon said confused, as he fished out Johnny’s face cupping it and caresses his sodden cheek.
“I-I…I’m sorry, pl-please don’t lea..ve me…”
“Johnny what are you on about?!” Gaz asked crowding the space to get closer to his boyfriend.
“I’m sorry sir, p-please forgive me i-I wont do it again…” Johnny mumbled through sniffles and gazed at Price.
“Sweet boy, it’s okay, we forgive you, can you breathe for me…” Price said he shuffled closer pressing a soft kiss to Johnny’s forehead.
“I- I jes’ wanted it tae stop, dad- sir…”
“You can call me daddy, it’s okay, you didn’t like the punishment?”
Johnny shook his head, “I-I jes’ wanted tae- c-cuddle, be-be loved…” he said through hiccups of sobs.
“Okay sweetness, we can do that, why didn’t you say the safe word, you know to use that?” Price asked whipping tears from his eyes.
“I- I…I- Do- I-.”
“Okay, it’s okay, we can talk about it later.”
They shared glances and words, Simon lifted Johnny up and he sat on the bed with his back against the backboard, Johnny laid on top him, Gaz came around to the other side and snuggled up with Johnny, whilst Price came to the other side and joined in.
Gaz peppered soft kisses to Johnny cheeks before going in to give a deep loving kiss, “we love you so much Johnny.”
“We were just really scared, and worried after today…” Simon confessed.
“I’m sorry…”
“Let’s just relax, okay, you’re a good boy Johnny, such a good boy…”
Johnny sniffled at the praise and let him sink into the feeling of his boyfriends holding him, caressing him, loving him.
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That’s how their relationship grew from there, they had a conversation the next day, and Johnny hesitantly discussed his needs, and limits, that day was spent cuddling with the scot and showing him as much love as possible.
They felt incredibly bad, and never want that to happen ever again, Johnny was their princess for the rest of the week, being relentlessly praised, kissed, cared for.
Loved.