𝖑𝖚𝖈𝖆𝖘 𝖈𝖆𝖓'𝖙 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊.

It was the brink of a new day, the sun's glare peeking out through the blinds as birds chirp its song and the wind blows gently, a cool breeze just enough to not be freezing, just right enough to hug your blanket and just... Do nothing.

There, laid in a mess of limbs and messy bed hair lays Kyle Garrick, the first to crack his open his eyes slowly as he blinks against the harsh light. Yawning and stretching he pats beside him, feeling a warm arm laying against him, and judging by the deep snoring and warhawk must be Johnny MacTavish. Gaz snorts shaking his head, leaning forward to plant a kiss to his forehead, not to disturb Soap in his slumber but to know that he truly does love him, that he will go everywhere with the Scot, no matter what. And knows that he feels the same way, too. How his loud, boisterous self a breath of fresh air, where war is unforgiving and one day one of them could be knocking on Death's door, Soap, 'Sunshine' as Price puts it, is that beacon at the end of the tunnel. (Even if he has anger problems and would sometimes become brash, Kyle knows he has three willing partners to dig him out of his personal hell, to see that grin once again.)

Behind the younger man lies the feared, stoic Ghost, but now Simon Riley after years of trauma and hidden behind the balaclava. Arm wrapped around both Johnny and Kyle as if protecting them from whatever force to banish the two he loves until the day he dies, he rumbles something unintelligible, almost a purr, the deep baritone scratching an itch you can't reach until you're nothing but putty. How Kyle just wants to hear how is voice drops in that low tone of his, tell him how beautiful he is, how he's so lucky to have them. A protector, a rock, towards his team, his *family*. (Even if he won't say it out loud, Gaz knows. They all know.)

And finally, nose deep against his neck, the muttonchops tickling his sensitive neck like the fur of a bear is the Captain, John Price. The leader of the 141, how his 'boys', 'lads' or, when exasperated, 'muppets' follows him everywhere like the anchor to everyone's sailboat. His natural musk with the hint of his cigars and whiskey he keeps in his office a comfortable passing, lolling Kyle towards the oldest of the men ever since he joined the 141. The one the other three go to for advice, complaints or just need to vent with. To hold them close and tight with whispers of praise and kisses to the forehead, nose or mouth. To quiet the demons plaguing their young minds and letting Price fully see you, this vulnerable side of you as he smiles gently, that 'quokka' smile of his. He should be scary of his almost possessiveness for them, but Kyle knows he cares about his boys. (And besides, they tease him as the mother hen of the group, even if he grumbles something like "Stupid fucks..." With a grin on his face.)

God, he was so lucky to meet these men, his *family*. He smiles giddy as he can't help but plant another kiss to Johnny, this time on the mouth, who mumbles in his sleep as his cerulean blue eyes crack open to spot the Brit. With a grin he reaches forward to peck at his cheek, a warm hand wrapping around his chin, firm yet soft. How they twinkle is mischief every time, a common sight that doesn't ever get boring when it comes to the Scottish bloke.

"Mornin' doll," He yawns before cracking the tired bones of his neck, shoulders and spine, letting go of his chin to wrap an arm around his neck as Kyle lets himself get comfortable. They don't have to do anything, no sudden mission to force themselves out of bed and serve their ranks, no recruit to train and no higher-up to belt out orders to, just... Peace. It was rare, when all four of them can finally be together for their leave, but one they cherish all the same. Today was special, they have these couple of weeks to just kick back and do nothing (obviously by Price and Ghost together pulling the right amount of strings, with Laswell's help who, while subtle, was shipping them together), and with how Price managing to buy a house just off the countryside that all four of them can live comfortably, they can't waste it all for nothing.

"Hey yourself," Kyle grins, squeezing his arm as Simon groans from the whispering, rubbing his eyes as he slowly pushes himself up against the headboard, arm finding Kyle's hair as he ruffles it gently. How smooth it feels towards his fingers as he cracks a grin, a rare moment that's only reserved for his sweethearts.

Johnny, looking up grins at the taller Brit. Reaching to lay a palm on his rough cheek, feeling the scar with his thumb as Kyle watches them with fondness in his eyes, "Mornin' sweet'eart," He says to the both of them, which the two sergeants beam as they take turns fall into a slow make out session with the Lieutenant.

Simon is definitely bold, a touch possessive that makes Kyle moan gently, how Simon chuckles when they part, planting more kisses to the other side of his neck not occupied by Price who's definitely now waking up with how he mumbles something along with, "Bloody muppets," Without any bite. All three chuckle as Kyle turns his body around, finding John's piercing blue eyes seeing him with fondness, love.

"John..." Kyle whispered, his smile widening when the oldest man raise his hand towards his face, his calloused hand warm enough to not be scorching. He can feel Simon and Johnny moving forward, their hands finding John's, that same hand that would protect them until his last breath.

"Hmm, pretty sight to wake up to," Price chuckled when all three men go red, Kyle biting his lip as Johnny squeezes him, planting more kisses around his neck like Simon was doing not too long ago, "Bloody hell Johnny, at least give the poor man a moment, will ya?"

"Can't, he's too bonnie to stop," The Scot grinned, accent more pronounced as Kyle rolled his eyes yet let him have his fill. He can feel Simon kissing his temple, sniffing his hair from time to time, and he has to be thankful to use that sweet, spicy shampoo and argan oil that all three of them grow addicted to. How Simon moans at each sniff as his scarred fingers find his pecs, thumb and index finger pinching his nipples as the younger man yelps before groaning in pleasure, eyes shut tight and his sighs shaky and rough.

"Then let's treat him like a prince, shall we?" Simon lowered his voice, just like how Kyle likes and *God* does it do wonders for the man. Judging by the smirk he knows it too, planting another kiss to his temple as he breathes in the scent, "Bloody hell Kyle, smellin' right sinful you are." Kyle preens, giggling as he reaches to thumb Simon's cheek, feeling the faded scar that would normally freeze the Manc and shut himself off. But ever since he grew to love this tight knit family has grown confident to show his face to the men, even in public even if he wears a surgical mask that he keeps.

It's only when Soap, ever the eagerly bastard decides to lick a stripe up Kyle's neck, how his tongue explores each skin as if it's a map to search for treasure. And judging by the Brit's moans as he squeezes his eyes shut, he finds it.

"Fuckin' hell, Tav," He groans, gripping the sheets as the Scotsman grins, pressing more kisses and kitten licks as Price and Ghost watch on, eyes darkening at the lustful sight of their two sergeants. Kyle couldn't help the strangled whine of their two superiors and older lovers watching them on, how Johnny is downright making these sinful noises of the man, experienced when him and Simon were a thing before letting both John and Kyle into their lives.

"Yeah?" He rumbles, and *god* does it sound filthy to his ears in a good way, how is cock is filling up by just his voice alone, "Feels good, huh? You deserve it for being such a good boy for us, how bloody bonnie you are."

*God*, since when did he have such a silver tongue?

"Fuck, Johnny. Not gonna let Kyle lent up, look at him," Simon spoke up, that voice low enough to be a growl. Kyle opened his eyes, never realizing he closed them and looked over the taller man, how his brown eyes are hooded over, assessing him with that piercing gaze. How... Lustful it is, as if he's prey for just him. And by God does he love it.

"So eager, aren't you?" Kyle can hear the captain stalk behind them both, planting a kiss to Johnny's cheek before reaching towards Kyle, a smirk on his face, "Tell him you love it, c'mon sweet boy. Say it."

That commanding tone... How could he not help himself but be the good little soldier for him, for his lovers.

"I love it!" He knows he's whining but he doesn't care, not when Johnny is nibbling his neck while Simon reaches down to lick a stripe to Kyle's right nipple, how it immediately perks up as if it knows what's playing with him today, "Please, Johnny, Simon, John... I want you, I need you all- *fuck*!" The bite that came from John, who bit his pec nearly made him buck, almost cumming if not for how Johnny is gripping his now soaked boxers from precum, biting the lobe of his ear as he whispers, 

"Good boy, don't cum yet though," He grins again, and this time it's almost mean if not for his eyes are filled with fondness, accent now thicker from his now raging hard-on pitching his sweatpants, "I promise we'll take it nice and slow."

And oh, but Kyle holds on to that promise.

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Kyle is all but a simple man.

He enjoys coffee (even if he drinks decaf), likes to curl up cosy with a book, soft music playing in the background after a grueling mission. He doesn't mind going out to pubs, as long as Johnny is with him rocking their shit as he wraps an arm around him, smiling with that goddamn million dollar smile that could make the girls and gays drop their knickers. How he would lean against Simon, how his voice drops to that rumble as he praises him with a kiss to the forehead. How John, the man he was first introduced to would wrap him up in a tight bear hug, how his natural earthy scent is a comfort whenever the demons that are war and nightmares plague his mind.

But even then, as he finds himself laid on his back with John fully sheathed inside him, Simon scratching his curls gently as Kyle tries to get himself comfortable with his thick, throbbing, large cock in his mouth, even pushing against his throat and he hasn't even used him yet. Even he can enjoy his more, let's say, wild side of him.

It's only when the Scot, prepared by John's thick fingers, inched himself down slowly, sheathing Kyle's cock inside him that he finds his eyes slowly glisten with tears. Simon, noticing first pulls back rather quickly for the Brit's liking, looking over the man with concern in his features, "You alright, love?"

Both Soap and Price look over at the two with concern, which quickly turns into concern as Johnny plants a kiss to his forehead, "Hey, do you want to stop? We can just lay together."

"No!" He belts out, wincing at the panicked tone before swallowing the nerves, "No, I... I'm sorry. It's not all of you."

"Don't be sorry, dove," John rumbles, squeezing his leg as he smiles gently, voice a little breathy from still being inside Kyle, his patience and love for the man much more important than his own needs, "You don't have to. Like Johnny said, we can just laze around together."

The small part of Kyle wished that, to just bask in the morning glow, lazy kisses to his partners as they whisper praise and reassurances. How he has the right to say no, to call it off and they'd be happy to do that without the fuss, even if he knows Johnny would be the menace one, kissing him all over without ever crossing the boundary of unwanted sex.

But Kyle does want to, he wants to make love to his partners the same way they want to make love to him too. And as his eyes slowly dry up, he finds himself reminiscing about his past thoughts, and between coffee preferences and book reading, he finds... Them.

Johnny, loud and boisterous yet soft and warm, the sunshine.

Simon, quiet and observing, yet his love spoken through actions, the protector.

And John, their fearless captain, the one to guide where all hope seems lost, the leader.

Kyle is a simple man. But faced with his three partners, patient smiles on their faces?

He couldn't help but to whisper, enough for all three to hear, "It's just... I love you, all of you."

Johnny grins, fully enveloping the man in a searing kiss that speaks volumes. He can feel Simon chuckle and as soon as the Scot breaks the kiss the Manc takes his place, his rough, scarred features a stark reminder of the war he faced alone, now enveloping Kyle in a kiss that he would cherish forever. It's only when John pushes himself gently that Kyle groans against Simon, which the older man grins as his tongue explores, dominating him just like how Kyle fucking loves.

"Couldn't help it," Price chuckled to himself, groaning at how Gaz squeezed him as if not letting him go, "Not when how beautiful and sweet you are."

"Well Cap'," Simon says after letting go of the tongue fucking, how he smiles at Gaz with his cheeks reddened and swollen lips, "Shall we give the good boy what he deserves?"

He knows the question was directed to Price but he can't help but beg, batting his lashes that gets all three of them even more driven to just ravage him, "Please, I wanna be good. Please use me, use my ass, mouth and dick, I'll be a good boy, I swear!"

It was Johnny to shush him up, kissing his mouth once, then twice before whispering against his ear, letting that accent roll off the tongue, "Don't worry, sweetheart. We will."

And with that he's back to where they started, with John pushing himself against Kyle, Simon sliding his cock inside throat with choking him, his legs on either side and Johnny full sheathed inside, pushing himself with his arms and hips as Kyle groans at the friction, his eyes rolling back towards his skull.

Even with how hot and steamy this is, even this is just like any other lazy morning. John is gentle, gliding his dick inside Gaz's hole with ease, finding his weak spots to leave the man aching for more. Simon, although a bit more firm is also gentle, making sure the man doesn't choke but to let that skilled tongue explore that girth which leaves him moaning for more. And Johnny, making sure that Kyle doesn't lay a finger as he rides him as if it's his mission to pleasure both Kyle and him, how his cock is just long enough to find his own prostate, moaning high-pitched that leaves the other two older men groaning.

Kyle knows he can't last long, how could he with how he's being used from all sides? And even then he wants to be with all of them. So with horny determination set in his brain he gets to work, one hand finding Soap's cock and stroking him, still with that same pace as the others as his other hand finds Ghost's waist, encouraging him to go faster as he wraps his legs around Price's waist, squeezing him to lock him in place.

And judging by the three faces which are contorted, barely holding on from snapping, he knows they're close too. But even that's not enough for him.

He pulls out of Ghost, using his hand holding his waist to reach his cock, stroking him in tune with Soap's as he bats his lashes again, making sure to look fucked out as possible, which is genuine, "Please, I wanna feel you cumming. Cum with me, c'mon."

That does it as Johnny drops himself inside Kyle, brows furrowing as he digs at his thighs behind him, head raised to the ceiling. "Fuck- Ky, I'm gonna- so good, so-" He doesn't get to hear the rest as the Scot curses in both English and Scottish, white hot seed spraying as it lands on Kyle's chest, abs and waist. As if claiming him as the Brit doesn't let up with his strokes, milking him for all that he has as he moans loudly, enough to put pornstars to shame as he fills Johnny with his own cum, the Scot squeezing him which Kyle screams in pleasure, his dick not even finishing cumming.

Next is Simon, helping out Kyle with the stroking as he grits his teeth as he raises a leg, with the man almost seeing his ass. "God Kyle, so good for me, for us. Fuck, take it- take it!" He growls out before groaning, even some whimpers which both Johnny and Kyle will absolutely tease him for it as the Manc sprays him with cum, much thicker than Johnny's yet Kyle couldn't pick favorites, not when Simon's grinning that rare grin of his, panting and clearly blissed out as he licks and sucks the head, hearing him groan as more cum lavish his tongue, making sure not to spill a drop.

Last but not least is John, watching the others with their brains fucked out with a fond expression before he finds his own climax building. But even then, he tries to hold on to say one last thing to the man below him, "C'mon Ky, sweetheart. Tell me who you belong to?" He can hear that commanding tone again like last time, and that makes Kyle choke out a sob.

"All! I belong to all of you!"

"Fuck- Good boy, good fuckin' boy!" And with that he finishes inside him, thrusting one last time before grunting as hot pleasure fill Kyle up as he too can feel himself cumming, which causes both Johnny and Simon to reach their peek as well as he's enveloped in sweat, cum and... Love.

Love, for all three of his men.

They stay like this, their highs slowly coming down as Kyle breathes in slowly, giggling as Johnny slowly pushes up before wrapping an arm around the man, "What's on your mind, Ky?"

"Fuck, that was amazing," He grinned as he moans at John as he also pulls out, with Simon pushing himself out the bed to grab some spare tissues and their clothes thrown on the floor, "Should do it again, yeah?"

"Tempting, but," John yawns as he stretches, hearing the pop of his joints, "I need a bloody ten hour nap." He chuckles as he wraps an arm around the captain, hearing him grumble yet pull him in for a warm, enveloping hug.

Simon chuckles, finishing up before crawling behind Kyle to lift him gently, making sure not to disturb the two squeezing him as Kyle lies against his stomach, "Think we all need it, whaddya think sweetheart?"

And even if Kyle could go on for another round, even he can't help but nod. They don't have to do anything, just take it easy as the sun fully shines, the start of a new day. Even he can't say no to the three men that have planted a seed of love to his heart, how he's ever grateful for whatever God that blessed him with this. Yeah, he swears he'll never leave again.

"Yeah, I'd like that."

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