This, which I have been working on for ages and couldn't get right. They don't even fully fuck at the end lol.
But virgin soap gets his first dildo, and is feeling religious guilt. Price and Ghost help.
TW Sexually explicit, anxiety, religious guilt.
Johnny could hear his heartbeat in his ears as he carried the parcel through the halls. He felt like everyone knew exactly what was in the parcel, and everyone was staring.
Everyone knew good little Christian boy Johnny had bought a dildo.
He could feel his face heating up and had never been so grateful to see his door, quickly walking in and slamming the door.
He chucked the parcel on his bed, staring at it. He really bought this, and it was fine. It was natural to need release.
He tore open the parcel, revealing the unassuming black box, and jumped back as if he'd been burned.
Never mind, he couldn't fucking do this.
He took about ten minutes to breath resting his head against the wall. He was being silly. He knew that.
But he also spent 60 bucks on that. He wasn't going to waste it. He needed to stop being a chicken, if only for the sake of his money.
He grabbed the box, ignoring his hands shaking and opened one of the flaps and into his hands fell… a small bottle of lube.
Johnny squeaked, whole face turning bright red as he instinctively threw the bottle, it bouncing on his bed.
Strawberry flavoured? It was fucking flavoured? What the fuck? Oh he was going to hell for sure. As the lube came to a halt, he saw the note attached “A bonus because you are a fruit :)”
Johnny flushed, squeaking louder. Oh god, the lube was mocking him.
He slid down the wall head between his knees, he needed to calm down. He wasn't going to die, no matter what his heart rate may suggest.
It was okay.It was lube and a dildo.
He nearly died on the regular for crying out loud, this was fine. It was no big deal.He grabbed the box. Pulling out the solid black dildo, feeling the weight in his hands, the silicon.
And nope no. He fucking couldn't. He shoved it and the lube away in a drawer if his night stand, burying his face in the pillow.
“Oh fuck I can't do this.”
It took him two days and about 60 different google searches and articles to finally pull it out again, setting it on his bed.
As he actually looked at it, he blinked in total disbelief. “For beginners? For beginners are they on fucking drugs this is huge … how am I even meant to… huh?”
Johnny sat on the bed, burying his head in his knees as tears streaked his face. He couldn't fucking do this, it was so wrong, he was guaranting himself a spot in hell by doing this.
God he was such a baby, a big strong military man fucking sobbing over a dildo!
He suddenly heard a knock on his door. “Johnny? Are you okay?”
“Mactavish? What's wrong?” Price was with him? Oh shit.
Johnny was so so glad he locked the door. He couldn't imagine his captain and Lieutenant walking in on this. Then he heard the door creaks open, and realised with absolute dread he in fact hadn't locked it.
And both of his bosses were walking in, on him sobbing on his head in front of a dildo. He couldn't move though, couldn't bring himself to sit up, to wipe his tears and tell them he was fine.
So instead he let his head drop against the pillows, still sobbing, albeit a little louder.
Price moved slowly into soaps field of vision. “Uhm… What happened son?” Soap heaved slightly still laying motionless on the bed and sobbing as he watched both Ghost and Prices eyes dart to the dildo.
Standing tall and proud on his pillow.
Ghost sat on the bed next to johnny, threading a hand into his mohawk. “Breathe Johnny. You're okay, what's going on?”
Johnny leaned into the hand, but continued to sob.
Price awkwardly patted his back “There there”
“God hates meeee!! He's gonna fucking smite me and I'm going to hell” Johnny burried his face back in the pillow, whole body shaking with sobs.
Ghosts voice came softer than Johnny had ever heard it. “God doesn't hate you, Johnny. What's wrong? Why do you think you are going to hell?”
Johnny gulped, breath hitching “Because I'm gayyy…. And like men … and I'm gonna burn in hell because I bought a dildooooo!”
His breath heaved again as he heard an inhale from one of the other men , but continues
”And it's a waste of money… b-because I can't even fucking … it's… I can'tttt it's confusing!” He heard an odd noise from Simon, but the hand in his hair didn't stop, and neither did Price patting his back.
Johnny was slowly beginning to register what he actually just said, to both his superiors, but didn't have time to back track before Simon was talking.
“Okay.. uh So… You've never done anything like this before… and you bought the dildo, but now you are feeling religious guilt… and you can't work out how to use it?”
Johnny flushed a bright red but nodded, slowly painstakingly lifting his head so he could see the other two men.
They were looking at each other silently communicating, something Johnny had always found exceedingly impressive -and hot. The way they just had to look at one another to decide something had always impressed Johnny.
However he was finding it much less cool when it was about him, he had no clue what they were working out about him, and it was humiliating and incredibly anxiety inducing.
Finally price silently nodded at Simon and the large man turned to Johnny, looking him dead in the eyes. “We could teach you Johnny, if you wanted.” Simon offered voice still that soft gentle tone as if Johnny would break if he was louder.
Then his brain suddenly caught up with what was said. He turned bright red, spluttering. They would help? What!?He wouldn't be against it, he loved both of them, and they were hot as fuck.
He really couldn't work this out alone. But where the hell did that offer come from?
Price seemed to take his silence as discomfort, moving to sit on the bed.
“Or we can just forget any of this happened if yo-”
Johnny scrambled to cut him off. “No no no no. I-...I want …” He gulped ..hoping that got the point across, without him having to explicitly say it.
Simon grinned, or atleast Johnny was fairly sure he did, because of the crinkle of his eyes. Something Johnny loved to pick up on.
Price moved a hand to gently stroke Johnny's thigh, nothing sexual about it, a simple bit of comfort, but it still made Johnny's dick throb.
“Okay… we'll discuss a few boundaries things and then start okay?”
Johnny nodded slowly sitting up, still bright pink, but he sat up anyways, squeaking as Ghost wrapped an arm round him, pulling him flush against that hot muscled chest.
Prices hands gently moved to the Scots hips, and he pressed a kiss to others forehead.
Simon rested his forehead against the back Johnny's head. “D’ye know safe words? Actually I'll assume not. Basically a way to say how you are feeling. So we'll just go traffic light okay”
Johnny frowned “What's the traffic light?” he murmured soft and uncertain.
Price smiled softly “It's a system of simple words to tell us how you are doing. So red is stop, Yellow is slow down, or take a break. Let you get your bearings, and green is all good.”
The captain gently rubbed his hands all up Johnny's torso, tough hands massaging the tension out of his muscles, letting the scot process.
Johnny nodded, committing it to memory, trying to calm his nerves, he knew he was okay, he trusted these two with his life, he could trust them with his virginity and arsehole.
He slowly relaxed against the chest of his lieutenant, leaning into the hands feeling up his body. It was okay, he knew this.
Simons deeper voice rumbled again, and Johnny could feel the chest under him vibrate. “If you say stop, we'll stop okay? Any time, no matter what. We want it to be good for you, alright love?”
And Johnny would be lying if he said that pet name didn't go right to his dick, the care and sweetness, while talking about fucking him, he nodded and felt himself being gently pushed down against the bed.
Price shifted gently placing pillows around Johnny..and then he placed a gentle kiss on his lips, before pulling back to watch the others reaction.
Johnny felt his whole face flush a bright pink, eyes blowing wide and mouth hanging open dumbly.
By Price! His hot arse captain. Price huffed slightly. “That okay lovie?”
He questioned softly while grabbing Soaps dildo and the strawberry lube, placing the dildo on the table, and the lube in Simon's hand.
Simon, who Johnny suddenly processed, had his mask off! Simon was completely bare faced, and he couldn't work out if Simon was pretty or hot. He was both so rugged and tough, with pretty curls and his soft eyes.
And Johnny swore if there was a heaven he was in it. Big gentle hands, he couldn't even tell who tugged his shirt over his head, and Simon dove down peppering gentle kisses all over Johnny's chest.
Johnny's head fell back against the pillows, a loud moan escaping his lips at the feeling the gentle kisses slowly turning more open mouthed and wet, Prices hand still on his hips.
It was already so so much, but it was …. Amazing. It felt so good he could barely register what was happening as hands roamed his skin, nails scraping and fingers squeezing.
Simon smirked as he took a nipple into his mouth, causing the Scots hips to buck up, and body tense.
Johnny was brought slightly back to reality by Prices hand finding his hair, grabbing but not yanking. Gently stroking it back. “Mouthy isn't Simon? Has an oral fixation I swear”
The normalcy of it could have made Johnny sob with relief, it was the men.he was comfortable with, and they were acting the same as always. It was so comfortable and safe.
Johnny barely got out an affirming hum, pressing his face against the hand in his hair, much like a cat. Ghost cooed softly placing wet, sloppy kisses down the Scots chest, stopping near the band of his trousers when the man under him tensed.
“Okay, Johnny? Can I keep going?”Johnny slowly nodded, uncertainly, although some of his fear disappeared once price tilted his head up, gently kissing him.
His lips moved clumsily bumping against prices, teeth gnashing slightly, until Price pulled back, still gently cupping Soaps jaw. “Lovie, have … have you ever kissed anyone?”
Johnny felt a bright red blush creeping up his face as he quickly shook his head.
Price's expression just softened even more. “Right. Just relax, let me kiss you, your lips will move naturally okay?”
Johnny nodded as those wonderful warm lips collided with his again, His captains tongue tracing his lips and hand cupping his face as if he were precious.
He had entirely forgotten about Simon until a warm heat engulfed his dick and his hips bucked up. He barely registered the slight gagging noise from below him, a guttural moan escaping his mouth.
He had never felt anything like that before it was so so hot. It felt amazing but weird.He was just getting his bearings slightly back, cracking his eyes open to see Simon, looking up at him through his lashes.
And then the fucking cunt hollowed his cheeks and sucked. Johnny's vision went white, eyes rolling back. He really felt Simon was attempting to suck his soul out through his dick.
He rolled over, a bit overwhelmed with sensations, burying his face in what he thought was a pillow, and quickly worked out was Price's thigh.
A warm hand came to rest in his hair again, and Price gently lifted his head. “colour, darling?"
Johnny blinked dumbly at him, confused.
A thumb was gently rubbed along the bone under his eye. “Your colour love. Green, red or yellow” He clarified.
“Uhm..g-green.. it…it feels good” Johnny stuttered out, hiding his blushing face, as
Price cooed for communicating.
Johnny didn't think he'd ever been praised so much for talking. It was so overwhelming but so sweet.
He carefully cracked his eyes open looking down, and the sight made his dick throb. Simons hands were braced on the Scots thighs, and he was bobbing his head with fever.
He seemed to sense the gaze on him, looking up and making eye contact, directly while continuing to suck, before swallow Johnny all the way, nose buried in the dark curly pubes.
Johnny squeaked, cumming harder than he ever had before, cumming before he even realised he was. He buried his face in Price's thigh, moaning as waves of pleasure crashed over him.
He made incoherent noises, begging… for something, he didn't really know what he was begging for.
Price soothed him, letting him catch his breath until he finally looked down at Simon. Simon who had a mouth full of Johnny's cum, and was leaning up to kiss price with it.
His dick gave a valiant throb, even though there was no way in hell he could continue going. That was hot.
Price eagerly gulping down his cum, from Simons mouth, murmuring about how good it was.
God could get fucked, Johnny decided. He didn't give a shit was magical sky daddy felt, he evidently had never got his dick sucked like this.
