#soady

Soap dropped his bergen on the bed and turned around to inspect the room Alejandro had shown him to, telling him to get comfortable and that they would meet for a debrief in two hours with a quick pat on his shoulder and strange look in his eyes. Knowing, somehow. He stretched, feeling his spine pop, and let out a low groan. 

He didn’t think he let his disappointment at not seeing Rudy show but perhaps he hadn’t been as successful as he thought. He missed him, okay? They hadn’t seen each other in months and phone calls and facetime could only do so much. Better than nothing for sure but still not the real thing.

Sighing, he grabbed his toiletry bag and made his way to the little ensuite bathroom. He’d have to thank Alejandro for assigning him this room because having a shower to yourself was pure luxury.

Soap let the water cascade over his body for a moment before habit kicked in, quickly lathering up and rinsing off with all the efficiency of the career soldier he was. 

A soft noise from the other room drew his attention just as he was getting dressed. He paused, shirt in his hand, and opened the bathroom door, only to come face to face with Rudy.

A smile flit over his face. “Rudy.”

The other man let his gaze travel over his body before snapping his eyes back to meet Soap’s. “Juanito,” he rasped, closing the distance between them with two long strides. He captured Soap’s lips in a heated kiss, hands sliding to his thighs, and lifted him off the ground.

Soap grunted in surprise—the sound more a squeak, really, if he were to be honest—before wrapping his legs around Rudy, and melted into the kiss, flicking his tongue against the seam of Rudy’s lips. Rudy growled, walking him back against the nearest wall while he licked into Soap’s mouth.

“There’s a bed righ’ there,” Soap gasped when the other set him down again and palmed the growing erection in his jeans. Rudy just winked at him, popping the button and unzipping the fly of Soap’s jeans. He hooked his thumb under the waistband and tugged jeans and boxer briefs over the swell of Soap’s ass and down to mid-thigh.

Rudy shook his head. “No, I have you exactly where I want. I’ve been waiting months to do this, guapo,” he panted against Soap’s mouth, tracing a finger along the underside of Soap’s cock. “Thought about pinning you against a wall and fucking you. Dreamed about it.” He thrust his tongue into Soap’s mouth while brushing his thumb over his glans.

Soap groaned, dropping the back of his head against the wall, “Fuck, Rudy. Please.”

Rudy grinned at him sharply and wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking it lazily. “Begging already, mi amor?”

Soap wetted his lips. “Well,” he began, rutting up into Rudy’s fist, “I don’t know about you but I havenae had anybody’s hands on my junk other than my own for over eight months. And if my boyfriend kisses me like tha’ and then gets his hand on my dick—” He shrugged, giving said boyfriend a crooked smile as he trailed off. “Not gonnae last long, though,” he added, groaning at the little twist of the wrist Rudy added to his upstroke. He could already feel precome oozing from his tip. “Gonnae have me comin’ earlier than a teenager on his first shag.”

Rudy laughed softly, his breath hot on Soap’s still shower-warm skin. “Querido, I’m not going to last long, either. Let me fuck you up against the wall, yes? I promise we will use the bed later.” He ran a finger through Soap’s slit, gathering beads of precome, and slipped his hand behind Soap’s sac. He grinned wickedly, fingers brushing over Soap’s perineum to tease his hole. “I want to take my time with you while you fall apart for me but right now let us—ah, how does Ghost like to put it?—get it out of our system.”

“Yes,” Soap breathed, pushing up to kiss his partner again. He pulled away briefly. “Lemme get these jeans back off. Ye couldnae have come five minutes earlier, before I started gettin’ dressed?” 

“Fantasma is right, you are a demanding little shit,” Rudy said fondly, taking off his own shirt and undoing the button and fly on his jeans. He pushed down his underwear far enough to hook them under his balls, erection jutting forward proudly as he palmed it leisurely, watching Soap scowl at the pant leg currently caught around his ankle.

“Do ye have lube?” Soap asked, finally getting the second pant leg off. He dropped the garment to the floor and leaned back against the wall.

Rudy patted his back pocket and pulled out a small, travel-sized tube. “Por supuesto,” he replied, pressing close again, slotting himself between Soap’s legs. Their cocks brushed together and Soap didn’t bother holding back the moan building in his chest at the sensation of Rudy’s hard length rubbing against his own.

Rudy popped the lid open, squeezing some lube onto his fingers. He slid a hand between them, wrapping it around their cocks and giving them a few slow strokes. The slide of his lube-coted fingers felt so fucking good, Soap could have come just like that. But, Rudy let go of them again soon, moving his hand further back. He pressed the tip of one finger against Soap’s hole, circling its rim several times.

Soap groaned against his mouth as Rudy pushed the digit past the tight ring of muscle and fucked his finger slowly in and out a few times before adding a second.

“Doing so well for me, querido,” Rudy praised. “Ready for a third?”

“Aye,” Soap breathed, “don’ need it, though. C’mon.”

Rudy slid his other hand over Soap’s arse to his thigh, tugging the leg upward. “If you’re sure,” he growled, slowly slipping his fingers free and reaching for the lube again. He drizzled some more on his cock and spread it with slow, even strokes. Gripping his own cock, he lined himself up with Soap’s entrance, the tip pressing against the tight muscle.

“Ready?” he asked, glancing at Soap, eyes dark with desire.

Soap dug his heel into Rudy’s thigh, urging him closer. “Aye,” he rasped, “now would you finally fuck me?”

Rudy groaned quietly, eyes fluttering shut, and pushed inside until he was fully hilted.

Soap gasped, tightening his grip around his partner, “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Rudy. So fuckin’ full.” 

There was no warning when Rudy lifted him a second time, though he probably should have expected it. He let out a laugh that quickly turned to a strangled moan as Rudy fucked into him, legs hooked over his arms. All Soap could do was hang on, feeling the plaster of the wall digging into his shoulders, the slide of Rudy’s cock pounding into him, brushing against his prostate with every stroke, his own dick caught between them. His arms, core, and legs burned with exertion as he clung to his partner, trying to hang on and make himself lighter, somehow. All these sensations were barreling him head first toward his orgasm. 

It didn’t help that Rudy was panting into the crook of his neck, a steady stream of Spanish intermingled with occasional English coming from his mouth, whispering either sweet nothings or complete filth against his skin. Soap only caught every other word, mainly Rudy’s preferred terms of endearment for him and variations of “You feel so good” but there was more.

“Rudy,” Soap keened, pleasure spooling higher and higher. “I’m—”

A particularly well-placed thrust sent him over the edge, the coil snapping. Electricity shot through his veins and down his spine and along every nerve, setting his whole body alight, and he came with a groan, spilling between them. 

Rudy’s movements became more erratic, hips stuttering. He dug his teeth into Soap’s shoulder and came after a few more thrusts, his cock pulsing within him, filling Soap with his spend. Rudy turned his head, meeting Soap’s lips in a slow, languid kiss.

“Bienvenido a México, querido,” Rudy said when they slowly broke apart.

Soap laughed, feeling Rudy’s softening cock slip out of him. “Aye, I think this was my favorite welcome so far. But now,” he glanced down at the drying release on his skin, “I think I need another shower."

“Mhm,” Rudy hummed in agreement, slowly setting Soap back on his feet. He looked at the clock. “We will have to make it quick. Alejandro is expecting us soon.”

“Of course he is,” Soap chuckled, taking Rudy’s hand and leading him into the small bathroom on shaky legs.

Ten minutes later they entered Alejandro’s office. Alejandro leaned back in his chair, quickly taking in their appearance.

“Get it out of your system, sí?” he asked, smirking, unknowingly echoing Rudy's earlier words.