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Ghost is a patient man. As a sniper, he had to be. Days of laying in wait for a target to show, he had near perfected the art of waiting patiently and still. Soap, on the other hand, was not. Much like his beloved explosives, he was always a tick away from springing into action. However now it seemed like John was the Sniper, whereas Simon was the one anxiously waiting to set off the explosions.
Since taking on the responsibilities of parenthood to two children, both of whom still struggled with symptoms of PTSD, albeit getting better as time went on, it meant little to no time alone for the two men. Not that Simon would have minded normally, he adored his son and daughter, but after cementing things with Johnny, it was like he was a preteen boy discovering his dick all over again.
It had been somewhat of a shock to him, the first time he’d woken up, his own hardness trapped against his thigh achingly stiff. He hadn’t much of a mind for sex after Roba, the mere thought of getting his dick anywhere near another person triggering unpleasant memories. But as with most things, Johnny was the exception. Though he may not be able to stick his dick in Johnny, the idea of pinning him down and riding him until neither man could remember their own names had been haunting him. With nothing more than a few heated make out sessions and quick hand jobs in the shower when possible, Simon was going to lose his damn mind. So when Johnny’s parents offered to take the children overnight after weeks of having them grow accustomed to staying with them without their parents, Simon jumped at the chance of not only helping both children overcome their separation anxiety to their parents, but also at getting Johnny alone for the entire evening without them being utterly exhausted. Johnny had been more apprehensive, but his Mam and Simon had eventually been able to persuade him.
The ride back to their home had been torture for Simon, hands clasped tightly together in his lap so as not to distract Johnny and end up in a ditch, but the moment the front door had shut, Simon had Johnny pinned to it, tongue bullying its way into Johnny’s mouth as he shoved one knee between the smaller’s legs.
When the need to breathe finally became an issue Simon pulled back just enough to suck in greedy mouthfuls of air. Johnny was fairing no better as he panted heavily, eyes wide and cheeks flushed as he stared up at Simon. Satisfied that he wasn’t in danger of passing out due to lack of oxygen, Simon growled and rather than returning to kiss Johnny, turned his attention to nip and suck at his neck. The moan that Johnny let out was pure sin, and Simon growled as he used all his strength to hoist Johnny up allowing the man to wrap his thick legs around Simon’s waist. Somehow they managed to make it to the bedroom Simon still latched on to Johnny’s neck. They collapsed onto the bed, Simon on top as he finally moved to push their lips together again. The motion had their hips grinding together causing both men to gasp and it was only then that Johnny was finally able to push Simon up a bit as he panted.
“No’ tha’ Ah’m complaining, but what brought this on Si?” Growling again this time at the slight distance Johnny had created, Simon attempted to pull his thoughts together.
“Been wantin’ you for a while Johnny. Finally have you alone without the fear of the kids comin’ in or hearin’ us.” Johnny’s eyes softened as he leaned back in to press a soft kiss to Simon’s brow.
“Aye, ye have me all to yerself for the night, no need to rush mo Graidh.”
“Johnny I swear to god, if you don’t take off your clothes right now.” Johnny to his credit just laughed as Simon sat back to remove his own clothes and rifle through the bedside table drawer for the lube he’d stashed there a few days ago (never let it be said that Simon MacTavish wasn’t prepared for everything). Once he’d found his prize and moved back to settle between Johnny’s legs, he let his eyes roam over his husband’s body, the man having stripped in record time. Eyeing the lube with a smirk, Johnny raised a brow,
“Prepared fer this aye?” His gaze went a little more nervous as he huffed out a breath, “As much as Ah’m looking forwards tae this, mind tellin, me how this is gonna go? Been awhile since Ah’ve last done this, aye.” Simon froze, right, the way in which they were positioned, Johnny probably assumed Simon was going to fuck him, which he was, just not in the way Johnny expected. Simon popped the cap of the bottle and squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, but rather than reaching out towards Johnny’s body, he reached a hand behind him and began to work on opening himself. Johnny was staring wide eyed at the sight as he continued to work two fingers inside before adding a third. It was a stretch, but Simon had done this to himself a few times now as to prepare himself should the opportunity arise. Johnny was still staring, one hand lazily stroking his own dick to relieve some of the tension. Simon knocked his hand away with his free one as he leaned forward a bit.
“How this is gonna go is you’re gonna lie there and I’m going to bounce on your cock and you’re going to take it like the good boy you are. No touching until I say, and no flipping me or pinning me okay? I can’t fuck you with my dick, but I also can’t be held down.” The last part was said in a less commanding tone, as Simon glanced away slightly ashamed of the fact that he couldn’t be that perfect bottom for Johnny, but Johnny reached up to gently grasp his chin and tilt it so that they were facing each other.
“None of tha’ now love, Ah understand.” He grinned cheekily again, “Besides if Ah ever say no tae ma bonnie husband pleasurin’ himself on ma dick, jus’ ken tha’ Ah’m no’ in ma right mind. Bet ye’ll be right braw on top o’ me” Simon rolled his eyes, knowing his husband would continue to keep talking, and deeming himself ready, he removed his fingers hissing at the emptiness and then pouring more lube onto his palm, he used it to slick up Johnny’s cock while positioning himself above it, lining it up with his hole.
“Steamin’ Jesus-” Whatever other nonsense Johnny was about to say was cut off by a moan as Simon sank down to the hilt in one smooth motion. He’d never used anything other than his fingers before, but he knew that after being filled by Johnny, he’d never be satisfied by anything else. Johnny’s hands clenched tightly in the sheets, knuckles turning white as Simon adjusted and began to move. It took a couple of times before he found a rhythm that had both of them moaning with pleasure, but after a few minutes Simon wanted more from Johnny. Shakily he guided Johnny’s hands from the bed to his thighs allowing the man to grip tightly, hips jerking up in an attempted thrust. Simon could see by the wrinkled brow and concentrated look that Johnny was holding himself back and he surprised himself with the realization that he wanted Johnny to let go. There was no fear, no disgust, or bad memories, all he could focus on was the man below him, chest swelling with affection. Carefully he caressed Johnny’s cheek making him blink and look up at him.
“I want you to let go Johnny.”
“But Ah-”
“It’s okay, Johnny, I want it” He cut off Johnny’s protest. “Please Johnny, I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you for days.” He wasn’t sure if it was his words or the pleading tone of voice, but either way, Johnny broke and clutched Simon’s hips hopefully hard enough to bruise and he braced his body to thrust violently into Simon. The slight change in angle plus the increased pace had a sudden burst of pleasure tearing through Simon as he moaned loudly, unable to stop it as Johnny continued to hammer that spot with precision. The irony wasn’t lost on him as he continued to babble and cry out while Johnny remained silent other than the occasional grunt or quiet groan but he couldn’t bring himself to care as he barreled closer and closer to the edge.
Johnny’s thrusts were becoming sporadic, legs beginning to twitch and shake as he too neared his own climax.
“Come on Johnny, cum for me. Please love, I want you to fill me up.”
With a final deep thrust Johnny let out a strangled cry as his cock released its load deep into Simon’s body. The feeling of the sudden heat along with the pulses had Simon wailing as he was abruptly pushed off the edge, his own neglected cock spurting out strings of white onto both of their chests. He may have blacked out but when his brain finally turned back on he found himself collapsed onto Johnny’s chest, the man’s hands running soothingly through his hair. Sensing Simon was back online, Johnny pressed a kiss to Simon’s head.
“Okay mo Ghraidh?”
“Better than, thank you Johnny.”
”Thanking me? Doll Ah should be thanking ye, riding ma cock like tha’. Thought Ah’d died and gone tae heaven.”
Now that the haze had cleared from his mind, Simon found himself flushing and tried to smother himself between Johnny’s pecs. Johnny chuckled softly.
“Wha’ happened tae the confident slag ye were? Goin’ on aboot how good ma cock feels - “
Simon cut Johnny off by pressing a hand over his mouth and then attempted to roll away, protesting as he did.”
“Fucking hell, Johnny, shut up” Thankfully Johnny did, moving to grab one of their discarded shirts to wipe them down as best he could before rearranging them so that Simon was the little spoon. Spent and sleepy, Simon pressed himself closer to Johnny as let himself drift off relaxed and safe in his husband’s arms.