#kylejohnny

The wet schlick of skin on skin fills the room as reader leans back in his chair, stroking himself to the sight in front of him. Gaz is beneath Soap, clawing at the bedsheets, moaning in pleasure as Soap slams his hips against Gaz's, each sloppy thrust punctuated with a low grunt. Lube and precum drips down Gaz's thighs as Soap's swollen, full balls slap against the Brit's taint. You've been edging the Scottish sergeant all day, ensuring that he's ready to fill Gaz up to the brim at your command.

"Come on, Johnny boy," reader murmurs, encouraging Soap on to take the squirming Gaz harder, faster. "Fuck 'im like you mean it. Put y' back into it, son. Make him scream." Soap grunts again, thrusting directly into Gaz's prostate and making the other sergeant mewl and arch his back. Soap reaches around with his free hand to tweak Gaz's nipples, groping a handful of his bare chest until he's crying out in pain. Soap growls in satisfaction, his thrusts beginning to get less precise as he gets close to his own release.

"Atta boy, fill 'im up, I know you're close," reader urges. "Fill that fuckin' pussy up."

Johnny had had such a shit day, trudging himself from recruit training to office to meetings after meetings and… it was just too much. What happened to joining the military to legally blow shit up?

Anyway, he got himself up after a cat nap and walked to the showers, hoping to wash the bad day off of him. He scrubbed at his skin, ridding it of dirt and the smell of sweat in general.

After he stepped out and got dressed, he padded to Kyle’s room. Knocking softly on the door, Kyle muttered a soft ‘c’mon in.’ When Johnny entered — the door shutting softly behind him with a click — he saw Kyle half-asleep, buried under his big, fluffy comforter.

Johnny smiled softly at the sight, before moving to turn the lights off and climb into bed with Kyle. Kyle found Johnny’s body in the dark, hands exploring and massaging tense muscles gently.

“Bad day?” Kyle rumbled, his voice gruff from sleep. Johnny nodded against Kyle’s shoulder, sniffling softly. Kyle moved on of his hands to stroke Johnny’s cheek gently, kissing along Johnny’s temple and cheek.

“‘M sorry, Johnny-bear,” Johnny laughed at Kyle’s silly nickname, but it warmed his heart nonetheless. Johnny kissed along Kyle’s jaw, ending in the little spot behind Kyle’s ear.

Johnny wrapped his arms around Kyle’s middle, inhaling the smell of his shirt and entangling their legs as well. Anything to get closer to Kyle, especially to help recover from a shitty day like this. Kyle smiled, his cheek rounding out against Johnny’s head.

“‘M, I love you, Johnny,” Kyle whispered, dozing off soon after. It wasn’t a strange or taboo thing to say between them by any means, but Johnny’s heartbeat stuttered always. Just by the earnest way that Kyle said it. Like he loved Johnny down beneath the charming grins and flirty jokes. Like he loved Johnny down to the bone.

And Johnny loved him just the same back. Down below all the layers of skin and fat and muscle, pushing past all that was in the way to get to Kyle’s soul, nestled just behind his heart. Johnny loved him right there.

Kyle and Johnny dozed off together, their lips lazily connecting on each other’s body and their hands finding purchase wherever they could. Johnny and Kyle slept best like this.