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"Look who's here again", a deep voice with Korean accent said into Soap's ear, "He's a fucking creep, always watching you. Looking at you like you're a fucking treasure."
Soap turned around to Horangi, raising an eyebrow, "That sounds like you wouldn't think that." Horangi rolled his eyes and bumped his shoulder, "You know what I mean. He's fucking creepy. He's driving away our customers."
Soap knew which man Horangi meant. He came every evening. Always sitting at the same table and staring at Soap. Practically undressing Soap with his gaze. He was a 6'4 bulk of muscles. He was really intimidating with his appearance of a hill (not mountain, that was the other regular costumer who looked at Horangi like he was the fucking sun) and he always wore a black balaclava, only his eyes were visible. Soap had never talked to him. He had wanted to but every time after his last dance the man was gone. It was like he didn't want to talk to Soap.
"And?", Soap asked, crossing his muscular arms in front of his chest, "What should I do? I've enough to do with our other customers. Let Alejandro deal with him. He's the security man."
Horangi huffed out a little breath, "We can't do this, he's not violent or anything, only a creep. It would mess with our reputation if we just threw out paying costumes. Especially because we're a club that's a meeting place for soldiers. But seriously he's creepy as fuck do something about him."
Soap had expected this answer. The man with the balaclava was a soldier. His entire body language screamed soldier. He was extremely jumpy and an aura of high alert surrounded him all the time. No wonder he always had the last table in the corner all to himself. Everyone was scared.
Soap sighed, "By doing you mean…?", he made a loose fist with his left hand and hollowed his cheeks.
Horangi smirked and wiggled his eyebrows, "Exactly."
Soap was a stripper not a hooker but sometimes if costumes were extra handsome and nice he would fuck with them. Sometimes for money. Sometimes for free. It depended on how much he wanted to fuck them.
"I'm not such a slut like you", Soap said and tried to sound annoyed.
"Oh yeah right", Horangi said and laughed, "You're a whore."
The eyes of the stranger were fixed on Soap as he walked through the club right to him. He observed every step Soap took with tension. When Soap stopped in front of him and tilted his head the hands of the soldier were gripping the armrest with such force Soap was worried it would crack.
"Hi", Soap said, "Do you wanna come with me?"
The eyes of the man went big and his gaze flickered around like a little butterfly. Like he was searching for something.
Soap followed his gaze, looking around himself at the other people, the colorful lights and the big dance floor in the middle of the room.
There was nothing unusual.
"What do you wanna do?", the man asked. He was definitely British, had a beautiful accent and a rough voice.
Soap raised an eyebrow, "What do you want me to do?"
The man looked away, suddenly very interested in the floor. Cute.
"Come", Soap said and stretched out his hand. The soldier looked at his hand, then his gaze moved up to Soap's face, then down again to his hand.
He stood up without gripping Soap's offered hand. Interesting.
"Come on", Soap made a waving gesture to the stairs across the club, "I wanna show you something."
The big man followed Soap silently, like a shadow. Followed Soap through the crowd of people and upstairs to one of the private rooms in the club.
When Soap opened the door he pointed at the big bed in the middle of the room. "Sit down please", Soap said and locked the door behind himself.
The bulky man sat on the edge of the big bed, gaze flickering around again. Scanning everything in the room and glance pausing on the only window in the room. He was looking for a quick way to escape Soap realized. He already knew the man must be a soldier. He was built like a fucking wall, had this constant flight or fight modus in his body, flinched every time when someone passed him or a loud noise echoed through the air. Soap felt deep sympathy for the poor guy.
The other man started to flex his fingers, curled them slightly into a lose fist and instantly uncurled them again. Gaze hopping around between Soap and the door and the window.
Soap took a step towards him. The man flinched and fixed his eyes on Soap.
Soap bent slightly and froze him with his gaze. The brown eyes of the soldier flickered to Soap's lips and then instantly to the door again. Poor thing. He would make it better for him.
"What's your name sweetheart?", Soap asked and slipped his hands under the collar of the other man, his voice got mockingly whiney, "Pleeeease tell me."
The bigger man flinched so hard, Soap's heart skipped a beat. "Don't touch me please", the man said with a strangled voice, "Please don't..."
Immediately Soap pulled his hands back. He had felt tiny scars on the skin of the other man. "Whatever you want darling", he said and pulled himself into a standing position. "So what's your name?", he asked again, trying to speak as softly as possible. The eyes of the bigger man were fixed on Soap's face, his eyes darting back and forth between Soap's blue eyes and his lips. It looked like he was desperate to kiss him. "Ghost", he whispered, now gaze fixed on Soap's lips.
Oh, his code name.
"Are you sure?", the younger man asked. He bent down again so that Ghost's and his face were eye level, "You can tell me your real name. I'm not a talker."
Ghost looked at him quietly and let his gaze drop to the floor, "It's Ghost."
Soap suppressed the urge to question the man further about his real name. Obviously that was a sensitive topic like touching. But he didn't want to turn it into an interrogation. Instead he focused on something he was good at. Letting people forget how miserable they felt. How fucked up their life was. That was the reason why people came to him.
"I can make you feel good you know", Soap said and brushed the fabric of Ghost's balaclava right above his ear. The other man shuddered and Soap smirked. "You don't like touching. That's all right. We can figure something else out to make you feel good." Ghost was still staring at the floor. He looked like this topic was uncomfortable for him but that was the reason he was here for right? Feeling good. Feeling pleasure.
"What do you want, sweetheart?", Soap purred, "I know you've been watching me for a while. Stripping me bare with your gaze."
Ghost hunched a little bit more into himself. Cute.
"Aww, you don't have to be embarrassed. I liked it", Soap said and slipped his fingers under his net top. Touching his chest and nipples, "Come on", Soap said, voice slightly breathless while he started to tease his left nipple, "Look at me."
Slowly Ghost raised his head and looked at Soap's long fingers that were currently circling his nipple while his right hand moved down in his tight slip. He was already half hard only by touching himself while Ghost looked at him with those big brown eyes. Consuming every snippet of skin he could see.
Soap knew he was pretty. He considered himself handsome and nothing turned him on more than being watched. There was a reason why he was a fucking stripper (and sometimes more). Lazily Soap started to stroke his cock, only teasing for now. Ghost's eyes were fixed on Soap's movement under the fabric. He looked hypnotized. "Do you wanna see more?", Soap asked and grinned, "You wanna watch me while I get myself off." Ghost's eyes were flickering up to Soap's face. Looking at his lips then he looked down again. Nodded.
"Good Boy."
Ghost winced at the praise, only a tiny twitch of his upper body but Soap had seen it. Soap pulled the fabric of his slip down. Now exposing his entire cock. Precum was already leaking out of the tip and made his movements more slippery. "Do you like that?", Soap asked, bucking his hips up into his fist, "Being called a good boy?" Ghost shuddered. Soap couldn't see much of Ghost's expression because of his balaclava but he imagined him flustered and mouth half open.
Careful he wiped over his slit, "Fuck", he sighed. His arousal skyrocketed when he saw the bulge in Ghost's pants and how he stared at Soap's cock like it was a delicious candy (it kinda was). His breathing got harder. "You can touch yourself", Soap said breathlessly, "Come on be a good boy and touch yourself."
Ghost whimpered and looked up at Soap. Pupils widened and hands flexing unsure next to his zipper. "Be a good boy", Soap said, his voice deep and rough, "Touch yourself for me. I want to see you cum."
He could see how Ghost's hands were slightly shaking as he pulled his zipper down. Soap felt a short sting of sympathy for the other man. How shy he moved his gaze down to Soap's cock again while he slipped his hand into his pants. He shuddered and his breath hitched as he palmed himself through his boxers. "Good boy", Soap praised again and moved his hand up to his mouth. Started to suck at his middle and index finger. On purpose making more wet sounds than necessary.
Ghost made a choked sound and Soap could see how he started to stroke himself through his boxers. Breathing hard through the black fabric. "Touch yourself for me", Soap said, voice started to slip into a slurring tone. It was mouthwatering to watch the bigger man touching himself. His cock had a big form under the dark blue fabric of the boxers. Soap wanted to drop on his knees and suck. Suck him dry until the other man would come with Soap's name on his lips like a pray.
Ghost let his hand slip under his boxers and started to really stroke himself. A suppressed whine escaped his throat. Soap felt how the hot pleasure began to boil in his lower stomach. The sight of Ghost sitting in front of him, his hard cock in his hand and his eyes looking at Soap like he's everything in the world was hot. Really hot. Soap wouldn't have done that for many men, they had to be handsome and mysterious.
Soap was a whore for big, handsome and mysterious soldiers aka men like Ghost.
"You're doing so good", Soap said and pulled his fingers out of his mouth with a wet smack, stroking himself a bit slower to delay his orgasm. He didn't want to come yet. Ghost was so beautiful and hot to watch. And Soap wasn't sure how often he would be able to see this view.
Ghost shuddered and Soap could see how his stroking got uneven and more furious. He looked up at Soap and asked with a breathless voice, "Am I good? Am I doing good?"
"Yes you do", Soap answered immediately. The way Ghost's breathing hitched and how his broad shoulders tensed was unbelievably hot. Soap could clearly see the muscles dancing under the black fabric. He wanted to touch the other man so badly. Wanted to fuck him into the bed.
"You're such a good boy", Soap said, feeling how his pleasure slowly started to hit the edge. Ghost whimpered. "Can I touch you?", he asked suddenly, looking so desperately at Soap's lips.
"Fuck yes", Soap moaned and dropped on his knees in front of the other man. Now he had a perfect view at the thick cock. He couldn't delay his orgasm any further, he was already on edge. The feeling of cold fingertips against his cheeks and lips was the final straw.
His orgasm hit him like a fucking sledgehammer and dragged a long moan out of him. Hot cum was spilling over his hand and on the floor. He reflexively closed his eyes and stroked himself through his orgasm until the overstimulation kicked in. Lazy he opened his eyes, feeling fucked out even when he hadn't really fucked anybody.
Ghost eyes were fixed on his face while he touched Soap's stubbles and lips. His hand was trembling.
"I… fuck", Ghost mumbled, "I'm gonna cum, please tell me, please tell me", he stuttered. Soap looked down at Ghost's cock, how his long fingers were sliding over his foreskin and head, slightly teasing his slit.
Then he looked up again and directly into Ghost’s eyes, "Be a good boy and cum for me."
Ghost let out a whiny moan and Soap watched how his cock twitched under his fingers and cum was splattering over his hand and on Soap's net top. He continued to stroke himself even when his thighs started to tremble from overstimulation.
It was one of the hottest things Soap had ever witnessed in his life.
"You did so good", Soap purred, "You were so beautiful when you came."
Ghost looked away and let go of his cock, seeming embarrassed. Soap really wanted to see how Ghost looked under the balaclava. How he looked when he reached his orgasm or when Soap called him a good boy. Soap wanted to touch him, wanted to show him real skin to skin contact. Something the other man craved but also refused.
Silence fell over them. Not an uncomfortable silence. More the blissed out and exhausted type of silence. Soap desperately wanted to sleep he was so fucking tired but they couldn't sleep here.
Suddenly Ghost's rough voice broke through the silence, "Some day", Ghost whispered, "I want you to touch me."
Soap smiled softly. He really wanted to touch Ghost. Seeing his face, touching him, just learning more about him. He seemed like a good guy. "Of course", Soap said, "Whenever you're ready sweetheart."
They fell in silence for a few seconds. "By the way", Soap said while he stood up and tugged his net top over his head, "My name is Johnny."
Ghost looked up, he seemed to think, then he said, "Nice to meet you Johnny. My name is Simon."
Soap smiled a big and bright smile, "Nice to meet you too, Simon."