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“Want some?”
Price looks up from his book, eyeing the Captain in front of him. “What is it?”
“Eggnog.”
Price takes the cup from Soap’s hand, smelling its contents. “What's in it?”
“Fireball.”
Price takes a sip. Soap, smiling, sits in the chair opposite Price. “So, do you like it?”
“Yes, very much so. Thank you Captain.”
“We’re both Captains now, you can call me Soap.”
Price smiles, taking another sip. “So, Soap, are you enjoying the party?”
Soap looks around at the crowd around them before looking back, giving Price a small smile. “I am now.”
*
Price doesn’t know how long they had stayed there and talked, or how much eggnog both of them ingested. All the younger Captain knew was that Soap had taken his hand, leading him upstairs. He eagerly followed. They both had been dancing around their feelings for each other, ever since their first meeting. It had been different back then. Price was still a lieutenant, Soap a Captain of the SAS. It wouldn’t have worked, even if they had tried. Price still didn’t think it would work. He had always known that Captain MacTravish was gay, but he didn’t know how he would react to certain aspects about Price he didn’t really share with anyone not in his most inner circle.
But through his drunken haze, Price couldn’t get himself to care. When they get to Soap’s room, the older captain quickly shuts the door, and pushes Price against the wall, kissing him. Price responds eagerly to the kiss, wanting more. Price pulls away from the kiss when he feels a hand feel down his body. Price stops it just before Soap is able to sneak it into his jeans.
“Captain, Soap, there’s something that you need to know.”
“It can wait Price.”
“But,”
Soap stops his protest with a kiss. Price lets go of Soap's hand, Soap taking the chance to sneak his hand the rest of the way into the younger man’s jeans.
Price closes his eyes when the hand stops. He doesn’t want to look at Soap’s reaction. Doesn’t want to see the look of shock and disgust on the older man’s face. But instead of any of that, the fingers begin to move again, running an experimental finger over Price’s swollen clit,
“Soap,” Price moaned, eyes still closed.
“Price, baby, look at me,” Price does, his heart beating fast. “I love you, all of you. Every single bit of you.” Soap’s hand finds a speed, and Price cries out, spreading his legs.
Price is in a daze by the time he cums, the force of his release leaves him shaking where he’s pinned to the wall. His legs are weak, ready to give way, the only thing holding him up is the man before him, who insists on driving him over the edge again. The fingers rubbing softly against his clit speeds up once again, causing Price to arch into the touch.
Price moans in protest as the fingers leave, only to mewl as a thick hand grabs onto one of his legs, lifting it up to wrap around the other’s waist. The older man takes advantage of the new position to grind his clothed erection between Price’s open thighs. Price lets out a mewling sound as he arches into the touch, wanting more.
Soap presses a kiss to the place between Price’s neck and shoulder, letting go of Price’s leg around his waist. Price gets the hint, working at Soap’s belt and pants as Soap does the same for him. Soap goes to his knees, looking up at Price with a devilish grin as he pulls his boxers down.
“You’re gorgeous,” Soap says as he helps Price lift one leg up over Soap’s shoulder, giving the other a perfect view of his sex. Soap leans in, taking the swollen clit into his mouth, sucking lightly. Soap can feel a hand gripping at the hair of his mohawk.
“Yeah, just like that,” Price lets his head fall back into the wall behind him. Price arches his back when he feels fingers pushing into his wet entrance. “Fuck!”
Soap sucks harder, running his tongue over Price’s sensitive clit while continuing fuck his lover with his fingers. Soap knows that Price is getting close when he feels wetness drip down his arm. Soap pulls his fingers away, causing a groan to escape Price’s lips.
Price thrusts his hips forward when he feels Soap’s tongue enter him. “Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, Soap please!” Soap’s hands are on his hips now, holding Price in place. Soap continues, the growing pressure building leaving Price unable to speak until it becomes too much. Price cums hard, liquid gushing from him, wetting his lover’s face as Soap drinks up every bit. When Price has finally come down from his climax, he gently pushes Soap away, unable to take anymore. “That was bloody fantastic!”
Soap hums, wiping his face on his sleeve. “Yes, it was. You taste devine,” Soap stands back up, pushing Price back against the wall and kissing him, letting Price taste himself on Soap’s lips. “Why don’t we move this to the bed. I’m not done with you yet.”
*
Price groans when the rays of light hits his face. His head is pounding with the worst hangover he’s had. He curses himself for drinking so much of the eggnog. Bits and pieces of last night start coming back to him when he moves. The soreness between his legs, topped with eh solid mass next to him had the Captain going into a panic. Price debates with himself, not knowing if he should leave before Soa wakes up, or if he should stay and face the consequences. His choice is made for him when Soap stirs.
“Price?”
“Soap?”
“Hey, it’s okay,” Soap is sitting up now. “Breath, Price. You’re beginning to hyperventilate.”
“We…we had sex last night. You…you know now,” Price looks back at the previous night, and it’s then that he realises what was said. “You said that…”
“That I love you. All of you. I meant it Price. I just, I just didn’t know how to say it.”
“But, you’re gay, you..”
Soap chuckles, wrapping an arm around Price, pulling him close. “Last time I checked, you were a man. You didn’t think that I’d want to be with you if I found out you were trans?” Price shakes his head, bringing his knees up to his chest. “I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting it,” Price tenses visibly, and it breaks Soap’s heart to think of the heartache the younger man had gone through in the past. “But, It doesn’t matter to me what’s between your legs. I’m in love with you, all of you. You’re perfect, just the way you are.”
Price lets out a sob then, emotions he’d been trying to hide coming to the front. “I love you too, Soap.”
Soap kisses the top of Price’s head. “Now, why don’t we go get some breakfast. I know of a cafe that stays open on Christmas that has some really good biscuits.”
Price wipes the tears from his eyes, smiling, “Yeah, I would love too.”