Gaz was gently working Simon over his lap, scissoring two fingers in and out of him while keeping another two in his mouth. This had become somewhat of a post pub ritual for the two. At least, when Ghost got drunk enough to allow himself to say yes. Gaz had offered multiple times to take Ghost sober, even cornered him a few times, but every time Ghost would avoid him or flat out refused.
Only when Simon was a few too many beers in did he paw at Gaz's arm to take him to his barracks. And Gaz would never say no to his Lieutenant.
Gaz's attention snapped back to Simon's face as he garbled something into Gaz's fingers.
"What was that, Simon?" Gaz asked as he pulled his out his fingers from his mouth because with Gaz it was never "Ghost" or "L.T.", it was always "Simon".
"Please Ma- fuck-" Simon hiccuped, humping desperately against Gaz's thigh. His jeans were disgusting, covered in pre and sticky. "Ma- mama, lemme cum- please- guh-"
Now, this was new. In bed, despite being damn near blackout drunk, Ghost insisted on only calling Gaz, well, Gaz. Kyle or Garrick if he was feeling needy, but never "mama"
Still, Gaz was a man of his word, he'd never say no to his Lieutenant.
And if his dick throbbed at the way Ghost sucked on his nipples as he came, as if if he sucked hard enough milk would come out? Well that was just between Gaz and himself.
