Okey, listen! Just imagine Sopaz in bed, getting on with their foreplay or whatever, and Gaz drops an interesting fact – about rocks or whatever. The normal reaction would be “wtf”, but imagine Soap being blown away by his boyfriend’s brilliant mind and that deep voice that makes him want to listen to him more whilst they carry on with their foreplay. Am I the only one who can picture this??? 👀🧎♂️❤️🔥
Mm! Well that’s a really cute idea. Honestly with how comfortable they are with each other I can see it happening. So I couldn’t resist writing more :>
I’d personally say this is still SFW or the Pg-13 as most of my writing is. But always read the warnings
Status: Unfinished (I might do some polishing before I post it on Ao3)
¡¡¡Warnings!!! : PG-13, kisses, pillow talk, implied sex, mild swearing, suggestive, sickeningly in love, fluff, not explicit content, writing errors (wrote this at the beach)
It had been a long week, alright? A long strenuous week. Gaz was a fed up with how Soap managed to look so precious. Throughout all of it. How the man could make loading C4 ‘presents’ onto a building, unhinged and incredibly sexy. Gaz didn’t openly swoon. But there’s clearly something deeply wrong with him. If that instance formed, the knot of unadulterated desire currently churning in his guts.
But he couldn’t help it. Not fully. Not when his husband fell asleep on his shoulder in transport. Peacefully snoozing now that the team was safe. Snoring and drooling into Gaz’s collar shirt. Their hands almost touching.
Oh how Gaz wanted to pounce on that morsel of a man. The feeling was itching beneath his skin something terrible.
He didn’t, for Soap’s benefit. No he let the Scot shower in peace. Despite him ogling at the other’s bare back. Biting his lip as Soap gave him a sleepy nod trudging towards their shared room.
It was too precious. Stupidly tender. Gaz silently scolds himself. Wait till leave. Just three days then leave. He could hold his hunger at bay until then.
“Ky…” Soap nudges Gaz’s hand as they walk under the shadow of the buildings.
“Mm?” He tilts his head. Watching Soap interlink their pinkies. A subtle smile moving across his features.
“Hope ye ken ye look stunning in ma clothes. Modeling and showin off ma name on yer back”
Kyle’s eyes twitch. A soft warmth spreading through his cheeks. He tugs his hat downwards. Hiding his eyes from Soap. Oh John was making this stupid hard. He just had to wait till they got back to their apartment. He could wait a few minutes more.
They keep bantering for what feels like hours. Only making Kyle’s waining patience dribble away more and more. It was a miracle Kyle lasted so long to begin with. He felt starved. Ravenous even. Ready to rip something apart, or someone if he didn’t stop acting so bloody attractive.
The door creaked open. Semi clean apartment meeting them. A small mess of blankets on the couch. Kyle’s geology collection, mismatched framed photos on the wall. Everything felt like home, since they’ve married.
To Kyle’s credit, he let Soap put the keys up and their jackets up, before he pounced.
Yanking a flabbergasted Soap by his belt loop. John sputtering in surprise. Yes Gaz was bold but not usually so physically. Soap was usually the one who was overly pushy.
“Bed. now. I’m giving you a massage.” Is all the warning John gets. Only having a seconds as the door shuts. Gaz standing and tossing his shirt aside. Soap quietly pulls his shirt off. Shoulder popping loudly. Dog tags clinking. Sheepish as Kyle stares at him like that. Sure it’s not unusual sight for the other sergeant. But it felt more exposing with how dilated his Garrick’s eyes were. How twitchy Kyle seemed. Like he could’ve just wait to get his hands onto MacTavish skin.
He quietly folds his jacket and shirt. Swallowing as his lips press together. Watching Kyle collect the CeraVe tube from the ancient mini fridge. Kicking it shut.
“Tav” Kyle coos. Warm eyes flitting toward the bed before they bear into Soap’s shirtless body again. John swallows down his nerves. Kicking off his boots with zero pizzazz. Trudging over towards the bed. Plopping down onto his belly. Hiding his face into his arms. Hoping the flush on his skin wasn’t too noticeable.
“Mm…” Kyle hums. Kissing behind John’s ear. “Cat got your tongue?” The Brit teases. Rubbing some cold lotion into Soap’s back. A unbidden sigh leaves his nose. Humming as deft hands rub along his back.
“Hopefully tat cat will git more tan ma tongue in a few” Is the cheeky response Kyle gets back. Only adding gasoline to Kyle’s dwindling restraint. Which was hanging by a thread.
Air puffs from Gaz’s lips. nostrils flaring as Johnny laughs. “Eager aren’t you?” He mumbles. Pinching Soap’s ticklish side. Making the poor man gasp and sputter in lighthearted laughter.
Kyle grins and tickles John some more. Laughter between them intermingling. Mixing into one loud but joyful noise.
A few minutes in and John pinned Kyle down. Gasping as he smirks. Moving to kiss at Kyle’s jawline. Massage forgotten as small pecks follow between them. Most of the times neither of them were this patient when it came the foreplay. But today was special. So they lounged in the comfort.
Kissing and both of them laughing in hushed tones at cheeky remarks.
Johnny’s curved nose trails along the mole laden column of Gaz’s throat. Tenderness following each movement.
Kyle hums loudly as John pauses. Leaving a little bite. Something easy to hide. While either of them would most definitely enjoy going to town on each other. They need to be somewhat presentable for the MacTavish family tomorrow.
“Mm ye smell so divine..”
Kyle snorts. Rubbing the back of Soap’s neck. Lithe fingers scratching at the base of his neck. Right where it always itched. John’s eyes close briefly. Blissful at the head scratches.
“Hrm?” Is the noise Kyle gets in response. Soap leaning closer for more scratches.
“You know the Moh’s hardness scale? For … well rocks”
Soap shrugs. Striated blues staring back. Listening, hands rubbing and casually massaging one of Gaz’s biceps.
“If I was a rock I’d score a-a 8.5 right now”
Johnny snorts. How could he not. Oh Kyle and his big geology brain. ‘S sexy. He needed to unravel him immediately. His grip on Kyle’s bicep slackens as he processes the information.
“Ah’s score a 10… as stiff as a diamond down there-“ Johnny smirks. He wanted to see how he could push his husband.
Kyle’s face contorts blushing dark as a breathy snicker leaves his chest. “Well there’s ways to even break a diamond…” he mutters back. Eyelids drooping languidly over his eyes.
Johnny’s eyebrows quirk up. News to him.
“A bit of directional kinetic force should fix you right up, luv” a hand rub’s along Johnny’s side. Kyle grinning deviously. Those stupid doe eyes hiding something solicitous.
“Thing is you just have to find the right grain-“ a hand trails down. Squeezing comfortably on Soap’s love handles. Soaking up John’s reactions.
“Target a diamond’s natural cleavage points… before you start to apply firm force” Johnny grunts as he stares in shock. Gaz squeezing his bum. Talking dirty with rock science speak. It shouldn’t be this hot. Steamin- He was so down bad. This is terrible.
Kyle’s tone becomes dangerously velvety. Leaning close. Lips brushing against John’s throat as he whispers, “or we can try the applying intense thermal shock… causes a diamond to form micro-fractures all over.” John’s shivers. He was definitely a weaker man in this moment. He couldn’t resist the absolute siren’s call of Kyle’s lowered sultry voice. Or that amber cologne. The soft squeezes on his muscles. Or the extensive mineral knowledge for someone who said it was ‘just a hobby’.
“Ah- … well, yer ta expert in diamon crackin, Bonnie” voice a bit strained and rough. “But, ‘m a… hands on leaner…. Mind teaching?”
Surprisingly, Johnny isn’t one for over the top bragging. But after the afternoon he had, he felt like singing it from the rooftops. He had to be the luckiest man in all of Scotland, the Reed brothers’ wives aside.
Oh he felt so loved. Heart flooded with warmth and care. Kyle loved him. Kyle loved him so much. He loved him,
helovedhimhelovedhimhelovedhim…helovedhimhelovedhimhelovedhim…
Kyle sighs. Shifting and jostling Soap a bit. He glances at his Kyle lying there. Couch creaking at each movement. Scrolling on the telly. Johnny draped over him as an impromptu weighted blanket. Oh he felt so blessed. His head drops onto Kyle’s shoulder. Close and comfortable. Snorting as a ‘Hrmmmfpp’ leaves Garricks mouth. Displeased with all the trash tv on.
“Ye sound like a sea lion. Sometimes, luv. A very silent one”
“Bloody- I do not knob head. You’re the one who looks like a bull terrier made real boy”
“Ah wot?” Soap says in complete shock. Brows knit together. Before he blows some air into Kyle’s ear.
“Nae a damn dug, I didnae like dogs”
Kyle groans and rubs his ear. He absolutely detested that feeling. “Bloody act like a bull terrier too…”
Johnny huffs and lays his head back down. “Cannae believe Ah married ma biggest hater”
“Daft rabid bastards… jost looking ta rip inta yer thighs”
“Sounds like someone I know. Had to get a rabies shot first time you bit me, don’t know what bloody diseases your carrying”
“OI! Ah gonna give ye more tan a bite ye fokn brat”
They wrestle fight on the couch for a bit. Before John returns to his weighted blanket duties. Kyle texting Ghost a photo of some stupid movie he found. Something called VelociPastor or some nonsense. Soap wasn’t paying attention too much.
The movie was an absolute terrible mess, 20/10 in the MacTavish Garrick household. Almost as good as when they watched Shaolin Soccer. Almost as good.
They now lie on the bed, having watched movies and gone for an evening jog. A successful start to their brief leave. Soap’s snoring, passed out sleeping on his stomach. Face buried into his pillows.
Gaz sets his phone down. Skin meeting skin as Gaz snuggles close. Arms snaked around Soap’s healthy middle. Cosplaying a barnacle while Soap dozes on. Coils meshing with the messier strands of Soaps mohawk.
Eyelids melting down as he breathes in slower. Feeling so at peace now that some rugged demolitions expert wasn’t making his heart explode in lust.
He loved John MacTavish. Nothing would ever change that.
