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The moon was edging itself to the middle of the sky. It cast a deep blue hue through the broken window in the ruins of a safe house in Mexico. His eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, the crumbling tan walls, and an occupied cot laid out 5 feet in front of him.

He was soaked in a warm sweat from the desert heat and a nightmare he didn’t remember waking him. As he rolled over onto his stomach he searched the other side of the room. counting the other metal bedframes, snoring men, and the weapons on the floor. He sighed in relief, allowing his eyes to rest and unintentionally falling back into a half-awake state.

A breathy sigh poked at his consciousness. One eye slid open, He searched the half-covered body in front of him, your eyes screwed shut. Soft lips pursed in the blue haze of the moonlight. You sucked in jaggedly through your nose, he watched your chest rise and fall forcibly. For a long second, he figured you were dreaming, a nightmare. Until his eyes lazily trailed down your side, you were laid flat on your back with one leg lifted under the blanket. He almost skimmed right over it and went back to sleep, if he hadn't been so on guard he may not have even noticed the movement. A gentle bobbing between your legs.

Price

For the first time in a long time, he found himself a little shaken.

His core slowly hummed to life, burning like an old furnace being forced on as he watched you, wrestling with his sub-conscious as to whether it was a dream or not. Honestly, he would have expected this from one of the others, but you? out in the open like this? instead of while you were on your guard shift outside. guess you're bolder than he thought you were.

Had he been 20 years younger he probably would have felt really guilty, instead his pants shrunk two sizes between his legs.

In a last-ditch effort to get back to sleep and escape this interaction, he shut his eyes and thought about the mission. when that didn't work, he thought long and hard about the cigar in his vest’s pen pocket that laid on the floor next to his head and what the singed leaves tasted like.

His cot started to feel smaller and more uncomfortable that usual. He quietly stretched back, His head leaning on his forearms and his bulge pulsing between his uniform pants and his stomach.

Of course, John had always thought you were beautiful and clever but he had never given himself the chance to think of you in this light; in case it had actually started to mean something to him.

He thought of the boys on the other side of the room, and how often you must do this in the middle of the night on missions; surrounded by sleeping men. Or late at night in the comfort of your own bed after a hot shower. Your warm clean skin and your wet hair sticking to your neck, away from all this roughness. He pushed his hips slowly into the makeshift bed, relishing in the pressure, closing his eyes and pulling into the bed again. The friction in his pants was hot and his stomach buzzed every time he met the fabric.

Suddenly his mind was brought back as you shifted leaning your head back into the cot sucking in a breath loudly. He watched your body jerk gently a few times as you held your breath to hush the sighs and in the afterglow he watched as your hand slowly pulled itself back up to your sweat clad face. Slipping your fingers into your mouth, quietly slurping on the pruned skin. There seemed to be a simultaneous sigh between the both of you. He could feel the wetness pooling in the seem of his pants, Unbeknownst to you as you shifted away from him as if nothing had even happened.

Lord, he had never felt more like a Pervy old man in his life as he silently dropped his forehead on the edge of the cot with a sigh. He lowered his hand and gently held his burning bulge as if it was a wounded animal.

John gave up on his pride as he pulled himself out of bed and walked to the front door of the room, fresh cigar in his fingers with the hopes that you were still awake and knew now that he had been too.

Soap

You bite into your lip as your fantasy plays out in your head, the pleasure of your fingers setting in. Eyes shut tight as you imagine warm hands caressing your stomach and an imaginary stretch between your legs. The stress of waking up your neighbor fizzles the imagery out of your concentration. no no, its ok, he sleeps like a rock once you get to the safehouse after a long mission like this one. You've seen it before, you don't even think a missile going off next to his bed would wake that man sometimes.

So you imagine a hot mouth on your thighs and the sting of his sharp white teeth. a brown mohawk between your fingers anchoring you to reality. Except in reality your free hand was threaded in the ugly green military issued blanket and it was so hot in this damned desert that the warm slick between your legs was sweat and not a beautiful blue-eyed bozo. Johnny, you thought to yourself. an ache in your chest rather than your stomach and you squint your eyes over to his cot...his empty cot.

All but screeching out of fear when a real-life hand grasps your knee over the scratchy wool blanket. Your soul jolting out of your mouth before the other big sweaty hand claps down over it, muffling your noise.

“Shhh, Dinnae want tae wake up the boys do ye love”, you scramble to sit up and push him away. The big scott gently lands at the floor next to your cot with a sleepy grin on his features.

there's a quiet squeak as the door creaks open and gaz poked his head into the room from outside. Your soul left your body when he looked at you inquisitively.

"ya good?" he asks.

You realized after a long silence that he was looking at you and from his point of view he probably couldn't see johnny in the dark, sitting next to you on the ground.

"yeah", you cleared your throat. He nodded and shut the door without another word.

You felt a warm hand slowly grip your slippery one from the side of your makeshift bed. Johnny inspects it with a gleam in his eyes, you wished nothing more than to die of mortification at that very moment.

“We're friends aren't we? ye cud have jus asked me for help”, he smiled dazzlingly at you as his other hand found its way to your leg again. what could you even say to that, deny you were touching yourself. how long was he watching you?

"perv, go away." was all you could think to mumble as you shoved him away again and laid onto your back. Praying to any inconceivable deity that he would actually listen for once.

You heard a chuckle from him again as he shuffled closer on his knees, "com'on I heard you say ma name. don't be shy now, princess".

you look over at his eager blue eyes, they even sparkled in the dark. your face was a burning mess, you could almost cry in embarrassment if he didn't look so easy going about this whole situation. not a lick of shame in his expression.

"I dont have tae touch ye if ye dont want. is it ok if I watch?"

God, if a hole opened up in the ground and swallowed you, you'd happily let it take you. But this was the best-case scenario isn't it, you've dreamt of this. every time he walked you home from the pub to make sure you got there safe, hoping he'd come in. And every time you couldn't help yourself after a long mission like this. regardless of the fact that you were sleeping in a room full of men. Despite the fact that you could trust them, it was a risk you still took, hoping that something like this would happen to you.

“Yes” you sigh meekly. you looked away from him as you put your hand back into the waistband of your pants. hoping with every fiber in your heart that the other boys wouldn't wake up and Gaz would stay outside on his guard shift. You wished you hadn’t been touching yourself before because you were so close, and the fact that he was really here looking at you pulled your body right to the edge. This wasn't going to last very long, and it broke your heart as much as it excited it.

M49, 5.58, 500 meters, don't cum, rocket launchers, boring artillery numbers. His beautiful plush lips and how heavenly they would feel if you weren't a coward and could just ask him to touch you. god…m9 pistol, dont cum ..the stretch of his big fingers rocking that soft spot inside.

“so pretty, look at me" he murmured as he rubbed his hand up and down your arm reassuringly. please just touch, stop being a gentleman. You thought over and over again, please please please.

"please" the sigh slipped from your lips. Johnny leaned down and kissed you intensely, his mouth was even hotter and softer than you imagined. you jumped right off the edge of your pleasure and jerked gently into your hand as he leaned his forehead onto yours. closing his eyes and sighing. so, he decided to be a respectable man now of all times. Johnny patted your hand as he stood up, his knees creaking. You noticed the bulge in his pants as you caught your breath.

"want tae help out lass?" he smirked. You sighed in relief as he pushed you over in the small cot.

Gaz

He rolled over.

Closing his eyes, humming in his head a stupid pop song that been playing on the radio for the past week. If he could plug his ears without making it look obvious if you looked at him he would. But it got quiet, he didn't hear anymore sighs.

"Kyle?", it was a quiet whisper, almost silent.

God no, that wasn't you, he was imagining it.

"Gaz, are you awake?"

He froze, Kyle Garrick could make a split decision when it came to shooting a suspicious militant, or cutting the right wire on a bomb, or deciding when to jump out of a crashing helicopter for god's sake. But his brain froze when he heard your whisper, were you trying to see if he was awake so you could save your dignity or were you trying to get his attention, he prayed for the latter. a good amount of time went by; he silently hoped that you had let it go and went back to your business, and it stayed quiet. only the crickets shameless enough to croak at this late hour. Clearing his throat, "I'm sorry". he whispered into the darkness feeling his face... his whole body heat up with adrenaline.

This time no other noise came. there was just silence, and this terribly heavy silence went on and on, for hours it seemed. his thoughts racing, shame, self-hatred, excuses.

There was a quiet shuffle next to his cot and he jumped when he heard you sigh nearby. turning to look at you as you stood up, grabbing your weapon and walking to the front door of the safehouse. He rushed to sit up and pull on his uniform shirt, his mind going to the worst as he rushed to the door.

His soul about left his body when ghost opened the door from the other side before he could. He stared at him silently for a little too long before ghost shuffled by him without question.

"Not your shift yet" Ghost mumbled ominously.

"yeah" Gaz replied brushing him off, he grabbed for the door before it could spring shut behind ghost's shadowy form.

Gaz sighed in relief as he walked outside, seeing you standing next to the corner of the building with your back facing him. You jumped when the door creaked shut behind him. He could see how stiff your shoulders got when you saw it was him. Walking up to you and putting his hand on your shoulder reassuringly, hoping this wouldn't affect your friendship

"Go away, will you?" you meekly whispered into the hot night.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't watching you, love. I promise. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. These things happen when you work so close with other people. I-"

"it's ok" you say curtly. He got the memo and let go of your shoulder.

"I really am sorry y/n". There was a short silence, and he pondered turning and going back to his cot. So, he could stare at the crumbling walls and think about how much he hates himself till the sun came up, and every night for the rest of his life if you happened to take this personally and never speak to him again.

"Gaz?" you whispered again. He hummed in response turning back to you. "Were you grossed out or..." your voice drifted out into the hot wind. Feeling brave you turned to face him, embarrassment in your eyes.

"I didn't want to embarrass you" he said gently.

You looked down at the ground. "Did you... you could always help me out if you wanted." it came out as a whisper, but it felt like a shout in his heart, his body getting hot.

"I'd like to do whatever you'll let me, love".

He stared into your face, hoping you'd look at him with your beautiful eyes. "Would you like that?" he whispered. You looked up at him with heat in your eyes, nodding your head. Taking that as his cue he leaned down to catch your lips in a sultry kiss. He could feel the excitement in between his legs at how beautifully soft your skin was when his rough fingers found purchase at the hem of your shirt.

Gaz flips your belt open and wiggles his fingers into the waistband of your uniform pants, you put your teeth against his plush bottom lip and wrap your arms around his neck. He pushes your pants down around your waist and struggles down to his knees, looking up at you for reassurance. Your hands falling down to his shoulders, you bite your lip in excitement as he leans his mouth into the heat of your thighs. Guard shift long forgotten.

Ghost

Shame? who's that?

With a silent gracefulness only possessed by Simon Riley, he flipped over onto his back. His hand bracing the back of his head in place of a pillow as he stretched the tiredness out of his sore body.

Not taking his eyes off of your bobbing hand, if only to look up at your face and watch you struggle in your pursuit of pleasure. A mean version of him hoped that you'd look up and see him watching you, and if you'd be excited or fearful. would you hate him?

He'd lost his guilt somewhere along the way, but it still stung somewhere deep in his chest. If only because it was you that he was watching this way. Ghost had overwatched your growth from a subordinate to a friend, you were a good soldier. Attractive and sweet of course but he suspected that everyone felt that about you and decided that it would be better off not risking the rejection. Even more so the closer you got to him. And besides, he was him, and no man that watched you touch yourself without your knowledge, and without guilt deserved to touch you the way he wanted to.

He imagined you were touching him that way, your soft hands wrapped around him tightly, without mercy. What your eyes would look like, would you be shy? Maybe you wouldn't even look at him. Your imaginary shame made it all the sweeter when he finally gave up and slid his free hand into the waist band of his uniform.

Simon could never be as sweet to himself as you would be, gripping himself violently with rough hands. He pondered if he should even try to hide it from you.

Giving up he went at the pace he wanted, watching your beautiful body contorting slightly. He wanted to touch your soft skin more than anything and watch the way your body moved and squirmed when he did.

He was getting closer, imaging the noises that you'd make, almost like the sharp sigh that left your mouth when you made eye contact with him. Probably at the brink of your pleasure as your body jerked and you shut your eyes and looked away.

"Eh, love" he murmured into the dark, your body flinched but you didn't reply.

"Could give me a hand?" he said gruffly, you peeked over at him meekly. Your eyes filled with heat; you shuffled from your cot, making your way to his bedside.