adopted gaz lives rent free in my head btw. i love it
how do you think it went when gaz and soap first realised they had feelings? my hc is they both denied it. (soap growing up in a homophobic environment, and gaz just not wanting to admit it and possibly mess up the 141's dynamic). but then they got a little *too* drunk after a mission, and had a messy make out sesh. (they didnt look eachother in the eye for weeks after that)
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Anon’s cooking in the kitchen!! Classic make out sess between homies, that totally don’t like each other, like that.
Gaz makes me think ‘adopted’. I can’t explain why that fits. Occasionally, I flirt with the idea of Soap or Gaz being an oopsie baby.
Here are your Chip’s dips though. Be warned of grammar errors and inconsistent spelling/characters.
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When they caught feelings
Gaz:
Two weeks, post Ghost breaking up with Johnny. Gaz’s feelings first started after a semi deep conversation about religion. Gaz never grew up in any particular religion. His adoptive parents are die hard agnostic folk. What kid isn’t going to complain about not going to church? But he’s always been curious about Soap’s faith. Even if just it’s just Soap’s meager spirituality. Soap’s still Roman Catholic. It’s something that matters to him.
So Gaz, gentler than usual with more curiosity, asked Soap about belief and about God. Hearing Soap’s reverence or the way he seemed so in awe. In a way, Gaz had never seen in the man. Outside of violent explosions, that is. When, Soap spoke of being ‘unsure of what God thought about him’ , it stirred pent feelings. Maybe it was Gaz’s own curiosity of something foreign like religion, some repressed desires, or a cruel combination of both. Kyle pushed the feelings down as quickly as he could. It was just brotherhood. He didn’t want to be viewed as one of them. Not yet, not now.
Soap:
224 days of sulking later, Soap started catching feelings for Gaz. Drama on base seemed to be simmering down. Less rumors circulating around. Both truth and outrageous alike. It’s been an emotional curve ball for Johnny. Having Simon pull the rug out from under him. Ending the relationship because of some valid reasons, Soap didn’t want to agree with quite yet. The arguments had reached an aching conclusion.
Yes Soap had been Ghosting the Ghost for a while. Sulking as Ghost tried to make up for things. And maybe he grumbled about it to a few military friends who weren’t on the team. After all, his beloved just felt smothered? By him? He was super lovely, and healthy!!
He wasn’t going to take that from SpookySkullBoi_withagoodarse9000. No sir. But it had backfired horribly. Apparently, hot gossip travels at the speed of tactical intelligence in the military. Soap knew this. Seen it. Been apart of it. He just didn’t realize it’d happen to him or Ghost. But it’d been 224 days since then. Soap and Ghost were back to a rocky friendship. He was feeling better.
Partly because Price threatened to transfer him, if he didn’t fix things with Ghost. It was a plain moment really. Soap taking off his kit. Gaz still being a solid friend to him and Simon, passes him the gun oil. Hands brushing as Soap stares like a booger-pickin-tot.
“Something wrong Tav?”
“Ye got grease on yer Bonnie face”
Gaz cursed. Before he simpered and smeared grease on Soap. They tussled like two kids. And it was glorious for Soap. Simple, uncomplicated, and safe.
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Already there
Current word count: 2485
Inspiration: @ danaeesarte and 🧼 Anon
Editors: @ mala--draws and @ cchipollo
Status: unfinished (finished one-shot will be posted on Ao3)
Warnings: PG-13? Making out, intoxication, swearing, that’s it
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Pub crawls were nothing new for the task force. Felt like they deserved a small break from it all. A cold pint as a minimal payment for doing the world’s dirty work. The scene in the pub was untroubled. Calm without hustle or bustle. Tidy and clean. Most importantly discounts for any military. Ghost had excellent taste in pubs. Unlike the rest of the 141.
And cognac was surprisingly tasty. Not the sergeant’s usual choice. But smooth, sweet. Fruity with a hint of toasted almond. Warm on the tongue. With that vast robust profile, all unlocked with a simple ice cube.
Kyle glances over at the team. Price was entertaining Soap with regaling tales of his wife. The two smelled of rum and lager. Kyle couldn’t tell which John drank what.
Bitter malt had interfused with coconut-y citrus. An… interesting combination. Which was assaulting his nose. Two smells warring against one another.
Gaz wrinkles his nose. Choosing to breathe through his mouth instead. Less stink, more enjoying the moment. Though, he privately hoped Johnny was drinking the rum.
He hums at the thought. Swirling his drink. Daydreaming about that sweetness on Soap’s lips. The things he’d do just to get a taste.
A dark clothed elbow plucks Garrick from his non-HR appropriate thoughts.
“How’s the cognac?” Skeletor’s nephew prompts.
“Almond-y, quite fancy it really. Might sneak another glass.” With a flick of Gaz’s wrist the yam colored liquid swirls in his glass.
“Careful. Don’t want my favorite ‘angin.”
“Not getting plastered, Ghost,” Kyle took another sip. A part of him, suddenly remorseful about his sober vow. It did taste dangerously dynamite. Scrumptious, not that he could say that out loud. The others would take the piss immediately. Like circling wolves, them. Chomping for any chance at a joke.
Bistre brown meets whiskey amber. Ghost, admittedly, has a staring problem.
“You gonna tell me?” Ghost drops mysteriously. Need to be psykick just to be Ghost’s friend.
“Nothing to tell.”
“About Johnny, Kyle.”
Kyle’s eyebrows twitch. Before he relaxes his face. Nonchalant, act nonchalant. Don’t play your cards. “Well, if you need to know about Soap just ask him yourself.”
Ghost sighs loudly. “Rocky relationship right now, Gaz,” those cozy eyes flicker to his untouched bourbon.
Gaz takes pity on the Mancunian. “Well, what’s got you curious about Tav?”
“You.”
Gaz swallows. Face calm, too calm. “Mate, you’ll need to elaborate.”
“He’s been acting different around you.”
“At least he’s not brooding anymore,” he offers. Ghost grunts in agreement. Still waiting.
“I think he’s taken a shine to you.”
“…you’re full of it.” Kyle counters.
“Maybe.” Ghost’s blonde lashes obscure his eyes. A moment of questioning reprieve. “Might be a shot askin” he mumbles, finally taking a sip from his bourbon.
Silence stretches comfortably between them. Gaz peels himself off his seat. Swallowing down the rest of his drink…
“Going for a smoke,” he announces. Stirring Soap and Price, who are looking none too sober.
“ ‘m’d need a smoke too,” Soap slurs. Face and neck a lovely flushed red.
“Sure that’s wise, Johnny?” Ghost prompts. Voice dripping with mirth. Price’s eyes crinkle. Grinning like a damn mad man. Looks like the wolves found a bone to chew.
“Your blood alcohol percentage is higher than mine, sergeant,” the captain utters. The natural gravel in his voice boosted under the influence. All rosy cheeked like a fairytale maiden.
“My thoughts exactly, you’ll blow up if you smoke,” Ghost muses, voice monotone. The captain gives Simon a good natured pat. Smiling wider at the jokes.
“Haud yer wheesht, o’ ‘ll gie ye a skelpit lug!”
That shuts Ghost up with an unhappy, “Bloody hell…”
Soap smirks pulling himself up. Trailing after Gaz. Stormy blues hazy, but glad as Gaz holds the door open for him. Such a gentleman. Lovely lad. Nice hair. Big smile. Oo, that arse.
“Ky…” he crows. Watching Gaz fidget with his cigarettes. Frowning at the movement. How many smoke breaks has Gaz had recently?
“Ye well?”
“Stressed,” a puff of smoke escapes those eye-catching lips. Smoke flowing out of his mouth, all dragon-like, “per usual.”
“Even oot ta pub?” Goodness, Johnny sounded so childlike and innocent. Despite being a trained killer.
“Even at the pub.”
“Even wit military mates? Ah ken we nae ta softest… but...”
“Even with friends.”
Soap’s pupils seem to dilate at that. Big black pits overpowering the striated bits in his eyes. The Scot welters over. Staring as Gaz breathes in the smoke. Purposely blowing it away from Soap.
“Ye smell nice.”
Kyle tries not to acknowledge the compliment. Keeping his aloofness set, exhaling out again.
“Must be my body wash. Got a new one.”
“ ‘s nice” Johnny repeats. Adam’s apple bobbing as his tongue darts out to wet his lips. Drunkenly gawking at such a common sight.
Kyle rolls his eyes. “When you choose a bar that actually has personality, you tend to smell better, luv,” he teases.
‘Luv’ was utterly accidentally irreversibly blurted out. But it seemed to make John’s eyes sharpen, a haze of alcohol aside. Not predatory. No, it’s like Soap was just waiting for the punchline. The usual homoerotic teasing. A way to poke fun at John’s preferences.
Gaz knew the rumors about Soap intimately. Especially after the not so subtle break up.
“Ye tryin’ ta take ta piss?” John starts. Lips forming a readied frown, at Kyle’s lack of an instant response.
“…No,” Kyle starts slowly. Snubbing out the cigarette into an ashy tray. Smoke curling up from the cigarette grave. “Look, Tav… I think you’re astonishing. I wouldn’t poke fun at you being er… gay”
John blinks owlishly. Before he not so smoothly leaned against the wall. Defensiveness fleeting from his body. Defused once more.
“Yer hot.”
“I know.”
“B-f… Bastard…” Soap’s mouth struggles with the familiar word. Cheeks sagging as he gets the word out.
Gaz snorts as Soap grunts. Teetering closer. “Someone ought ta shut yer mouth…” John teases. Bold confident flirtations, undercut by an unsteady body.
Another unbidden laugh escapes Kyle’s lips. Cheeks feeling a bit warmer. Was he tipsy? Why was this working? He didn’t fold that easily for anyone.
“Maybe we should get you inside.” Kyle prompts. Offering Soap a hand, not that Scot would accept. John’s pride wouldn’t allow it.
“ ‘m nae against taking this inside.. but take a bloke ta dinner, first.”
“I’m not cottaging anyone in the bar.” A firm reminder.
Soap glowers at that. Propping himself against the alley wall. Huffing cutely. Gaz takes a moment to let his nonchalance slip. He could take a chance and regret it later. ‘Please let this be okay,’ Kyle whispers in his head. Shoes scuffing against worn cobbles. Getting closer to John. Planting a small peck on the man’s cheek.
Testing the waters.
Soap, thankfully, wasn’t joking about his blatant drunken interest. Pecking Gaz’s lips in return.
Warm lips meeting, eventually. Slowly introducing themselves. Close in such an unfamiliar sense. Something chaste, something light.
Soft pecks lasted longer than expected between two repressed, horny, deprived men. A new record set for military sods just like them. This new sensation has a chance to bloom, before it the fuse sparks. Exploding into manic emotion.
Kyle’s hands move automatically. Cupping Soap’s face. Tilting his head up a little more. Before Johnny’s hands follow, precipitately latching onto his bicep. Squeezing a bit painfully.
It felt like booming fireworks. Kissing his closest confidant like this. These breathless cravings were more entertaining than initially thought. Additionally, to Kyle’s added delight. Johnny tasted just like that golden rum. Coconut with a hint of vanilla citrus.
Garrick, being a greedy man, wanted more. More lingering sweetness. More kisses. More of anything John would send his way. MacTavish was just as desperate as him. Falling into the feverish woes of eroticism.
They needed it. Even if Soap was pretty tipsy, even if someone were to see them. It was as romantic as it could get for men like them. As ironic as that seems. There was nothing better than this (except several things that were, but that was besides the point).
The ecstasies lasted mere minutes, Gaz leans back. Restraining himself. Soap tailing the other man’s lips for but a moment. Chasing that high. Teeth snapping, eyeing Gaz.
“Ta was jost marvellous.” He huffs. Tugging on Gaz’s collar. Lips skimming along Gaz’s jaw line. Drunkenly rambling into warm skin. Mouth dipping. Chin running along the sinew of his throat.
“ ‘s braw. Ah want more than a taste,” the Scot coos. Stubble itching against where it’s perched.
His head was spinning. This was bliss, no other word described it like this. Johnny lumbers closer. Hands tightening around that collar. Teeth bared and ready to leave evidence. Kyle pushes him back. Shaking his head. Breathing out loudly. His skin felt too warm.
“Ye seriously smell nice…” the mumbled words barely escape Soap’s lips. Stumbling from the shove.
“Still obsessed with my bloody bar, no wonder you’re called ‘Soap’.”
“Got ta sign f—fer a cool reason, Gaz.”
“Sure.”
Two whole weeks.
After snogging off his closest confidant, radio silence. From both of them.
Eye contact has been strictly prohibited between them.
Though Gaz’s been sneaking glances every now and then. Price and Ghost have been relentless in their teasing. Which ends up with Gaz acting unbothered and Soap loudly denying it.
It’d be hilarious if it wasn’t them being teased.
“Gaz, thoughts on the current formation?”
Kyle blinks. He’d been zoning out again. His eyes narrow, re-analyzing the map. Mouth twitching into a pout as he looks at the group plan.
“Sir, you want me and Soap leading marines to the southwest quadrant?”
“Problem with Sergeant MacTavish?” Price muses. Eyebrows quirking up. Not so subtly implying something was going on between his sergeants, which nothing was!
“No. Sir.”
That evening, Gaz got an encrypted email of congratulations from Farah and Alex after that meeting. Gaz began his investigations on who his mole was.
Similarly, Soap’s had similar troubles. More Ghost-shaped problems though.
“Soap.”
“Ghost.”
“Johnny.”
“Simon.”
“…”
“How’s things with you and Gaz?”
Johnny’s eyes widened. Before he looks away. “Still playing Cupid?”
“Humor me.”
“Snogged his face off two weeks ago.” Ghost’s eyes got really bright. The lieutenant raised an eyebrow. Clearly wanting to know more.
“Communally ignoring each other. Awkward around him right now…” he mumbles. Writing some more notes down before he stands up. Moving back to the dumbbells. Time to pump lead instead of acknowledging the emotions. Ghost huffs moving to do some dead sprints on the treadmill, like a masochist.
Soap centers himself back on pumping lead. Popping his earbuds back in.
Counting his breaths halfheartedly. Brain whirling loudly as his muscles flex. He feels a hand on his shoulder. Soap ignores it. Shrugging it off as he moves harder. Music blaring louder.
“- MATE- I’M STANDING RIGHT NEXT TO- TAV!” A hand grabs at Soap’s earbud. Removing it and pocketing it. He’s getting burgled in broad daylight.
“Tav.” Gaz repeats. Startling Soap. Who as calmly as possible sets the weights down. Ghost is eyeing the two of them. Like a five year old kid wanting to force their dollies to kiss.
“Aye, sorry, didn’t.. hear you,” his voice is a bit shaky as his expression grows sheepish.
“I was trying to ask you something.”
“Oh..”
“…”
“That all?”
“Uh? Yes? Why, what do you think I was going to say?”
“Maybe something about the alley.”
Gaz’s ears turn a bit darker. Averting his eyes, trying to be calm and chill. “Nothing to say.”
“Nothing aboot us smacking lips together?” Soap brushes his hands onto his own gym shorts. Rough skin catching on the fabric slightly.
Kyle glances at Ghost. Who’s still running on the treadmill. Not giving their drama any attention.
“… I liked it.” The taller sergeant admits.
John’s brow furrows for a moment thinking. Before he takes a risky step closer. “Ah liked it too.”
Kyle’s expression shifts. Not wanting to dwell in vulnerability too long. Soap was happy with that.
Gaz smirks. Eyes glittering with cheeky energy. “If you help spot me, I might give you a kiss for your troubles.”
“Tempting deal.”
“I tend to be rather persuasive.”
Maybe this was fine. Maybe it was okay for them to be like this. A weird in-between place. Toeing the line of lovers but nothing official. Maybe they could make this work.
Soap stands with his hand hovering near the metal. Grinning as Gaz picks up the barbell.
“Sure ye donnae need more weight plates, luv?”
“I’m not- looking to break… something” Kyle mumbles through strained breaths. Soap shrugs, continuing to silently sponge up the sinful sight. Hands grabbing the bar as Gaz’s arms shake subtly. It was more than Gaz usually pressed.
Minutes of pure workout bliss and stink pass.
The bar clanks as Gaz sets it down. Huffing as he lifts himself up. Soap hands him a towel. Eyes tracking every movement. He felt some weird cocktail of ache, warmth, and softness.
“Ky,” he nudges Kyle’s shoulder with a curled index. Kyle looks over, raising a brow. Before Soap pecks his cheek. Nose pressing into flushed skin.
“Hey- I was supposed to reward you…” Kyle mumbles. Eyes crinkled nonetheless at the action.
“Ah was getting impatient…”
The Brit clicks his tongue. Cupping Soap’s cheek. Smacking a big kiss on the Scot’s cheek. The noise and drama of it makes Soap both giggle and fight to push Gaz away.
“Yer slobbering on ma… Gross.”
Kyle doesn’t comment. Cheekily leaving more big fat kisses all over the other’s face. Trying to pull out as many giggles as he can from the man.
“Slobber suits you.”
John scoffs. Rolling his eyes as he uses Kyle’s shirt sleeve to wipe his face off. Causing more primary school fighting to ensue.
John’s got Kyle in a headlock. Giving the other’s fluffy coils a hard noogie. While Kyle tries to give John a wedgie. A firm, “OI!” Cuts through playful roughhousing. As they peel themselves off each other. Right, military base, they’re grown men, SAS sergeants even.
Ghost crosses his arms. Face damp from his high incline sprints. His eyes seem light. Meaning maybe they were not in hot water.
“Bloody ‘ell, you two are hopeless… you confess yet?”
Kyle avoids eye contact, while John’s face becomes very serious. The two of them were betrayed by a ruddy flush on their cheeks.
“No,” Gaz bravely answers.
“Well, sort of, Lt…”
“Christ, stop dragging your feet. I have a bet to win, sergeants.” Ghost adds. “Confess or you’re scrubbing lavatories.” He threatens.
Lovely pressure. Kyle’s mouth feels useless. What do you even say to that? Soap puffs out his chest with fake bravado.
“Kyle, ah like ye.”
“I like you too, Tav.”
Ghost nods. Approval of the stiff confession. Before he tucks his hands into his pockets. Stalking off to collect his money.
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Okey, listen! Just imagine Sopaz in bed, getting on with their foreplay or whatever, and Gaz drops an interesting fact – about rocks or whatever. The normal reaction would be “wtf”, but imagine Soap being blown away by his boyfriend’s brilliant mind and that deep voice that makes him want to listen to him more whilst they carry on with their foreplay. Am I the only one who can picture this??? 👀🧎♂️❤️🔥
Mm! Well that’s a really cute idea. Honestly with how comfortable they are with each other I can see it happening. So I couldn’t resist writing more :>
I’d personally say this is still SFW or the Pg-13 as most of my writing is. But always read the warnings
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Word count: 1619
Status: Unfinished (I might do some polishing before I post it on Ao3)
¡¡¡Warnings!!! : PG-13, kisses, pillow talk, implied sex, mild swearing, suggestive, sickeningly in love, fluff, not explicit content, writing errors (wrote this at the beach)
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It had been a long week, alright? A long strenuous week. Gaz was a fed up with how Soap managed to look so precious. Throughout all of it. How the man could make loading C4 ‘presents’ onto a building, unhinged and incredibly sexy. Gaz didn’t openly swoon. But there’s clearly something deeply wrong with him. If that instance formed, the knot of unadulterated desire currently churning in his guts.
But he couldn’t help it. Not fully. Not when his husband fell asleep on his shoulder in transport. Peacefully snoozing now that the team was safe. Snoring and drooling into Gaz’s collar shirt. Their hands almost touching.
Oh how Gaz wanted to pounce on that morsel of a man. The feeling was itching beneath his skin something terrible.
He didn’t, for Soap’s benefit. No he let the Scot shower in peace. Despite him ogling at the other’s bare back. Biting his lip as Soap gave him a sleepy nod trudging towards their shared room.
It was too precious. Stupidly tender. Gaz silently scolds himself. Wait till leave. Just three days then leave. He could hold his hunger at bay until then.
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“Ky…” Soap nudges Gaz’s hand as they walk under the shadow of the buildings.
“Mm?” He tilts his head. Watching Soap interlink their pinkies. A subtle smile moving across his features.
“Hope ye ken ye look stunning in ma clothes. Modeling and showin off ma name on yer back”
Kyle’s eyes twitch. A soft warmth spreading through his cheeks. He tugs his hat downwards. Hiding his eyes from Soap. Oh John was making this stupid hard. He just had to wait till they got back to their apartment. He could wait a few minutes more.
They keep bantering for what feels like hours. Only making Kyle’s waining patience dribble away more and more. It was a miracle Kyle lasted so long to begin with. He felt starved. Ravenous even. Ready to rip something apart, or someone if he didn’t stop acting so bloody attractive.
The door creaked open. Semi clean apartment meeting them. A small mess of blankets on the couch. Kyle’s geology collection, mismatched framed photos on the wall. Everything felt like home, since they’ve married.
To Kyle’s credit, he let Soap put the keys up and their jackets up, before he pounced.
Yanking a flabbergasted Soap by his belt loop. John sputtering in surprise. Yes Gaz was bold but not usually so physically. Soap was usually the one who was overly pushy.
“Bed. now. I’m giving you a massage.” Is all the warning John gets. Only having a seconds as the door shuts. Gaz standing and tossing his shirt aside. Soap quietly pulls his shirt off. Shoulder popping loudly. Dog tags clinking. Sheepish as Kyle stares at him like that. Sure it’s not unusual sight for the other sergeant. But it felt more exposing with how dilated his Garrick’s eyes were. How twitchy Kyle seemed. Like he could’ve just wait to get his hands onto MacTavish skin.
He quietly folds his jacket and shirt. Swallowing as his lips press together. Watching Kyle collect the CeraVe tube from the ancient mini fridge. Kicking it shut.
“Tav” Kyle coos. Warm eyes flitting toward the bed before they bear into Soap’s shirtless body again. John swallows down his nerves. Kicking off his boots with zero pizzazz. Trudging over towards the bed. Plopping down onto his belly. Hiding his face into his arms. Hoping the flush on his skin wasn’t too noticeable.
“Mm…” Kyle hums. Kissing behind John’s ear. “Cat got your tongue?” The Brit teases. Rubbing some cold lotion into Soap’s back. A unbidden sigh leaves his nose. Humming as deft hands rub along his back.
“Hopefully tat cat will git more tan ma tongue in a few” Is the cheeky response Kyle gets back. Only adding gasoline to Kyle’s dwindling restraint. Which was hanging by a thread.
Air puffs from Gaz’s lips. nostrils flaring as Johnny laughs. “Eager aren’t you?” He mumbles. Pinching Soap’s ticklish side. Making the poor man gasp and sputter in lighthearted laughter.
“KY!!”
Kyle grins and tickles John some more. Laughter between them intermingling. Mixing into one loud but joyful noise.
A few minutes in and John pinned Kyle down. Gasping as he smirks. Moving to kiss at Kyle’s jawline. Massage forgotten as small pecks follow between them. Most of the times neither of them were this patient when it came the foreplay. But today was special. So they lounged in the comfort.
Kissing and both of them laughing in hushed tones at cheeky remarks.
Johnny’s curved nose trails along the mole laden column of Gaz’s throat. Tenderness following each movement.
Kyle hums loudly as John pauses. Leaving a little bite. Something easy to hide. While either of them would most definitely enjoy going to town on each other. They need to be somewhat presentable for the MacTavish family tomorrow.
“Mm ye smell so divine..”
Kyle snorts. Rubbing the back of Soap’s neck. Lithe fingers scratching at the base of his neck. Right where it always itched. John’s eyes close briefly. Blissful at the head scratches.
“Tav”
“Hrm?” Is the noise Kyle gets in response. Soap leaning closer for more scratches.
“You know the Moh’s hardness scale? For … well rocks”
Soap shrugs. Striated blues staring back. Listening, hands rubbing and casually massaging one of Gaz’s biceps.
“If I was a rock I’d score a-a 8.5 right now”
Johnny snorts. How could he not. Oh Kyle and his big geology brain. ‘S sexy. He needed to unravel him immediately. His grip on Kyle’s bicep slackens as he processes the information.
“Ah’s score a 10… as stiff as a diamond down there-“ Johnny smirks. He wanted to see how he could push his husband.
Kyle’s face contorts blushing dark as a breathy snicker leaves his chest. “Well there’s ways to even break a diamond…” he mutters back. Eyelids drooping languidly over his eyes.
Johnny’s eyebrows quirk up. News to him.
“A bit of directional kinetic force should fix you right up, luv” a hand rub’s along Johnny’s side. Kyle grinning deviously. Those stupid doe eyes hiding something solicitous.
“Thing is you just have to find the right grain-“ a hand trails down. Squeezing comfortably on Soap’s love handles. Soaking up John’s reactions.
“Target a diamond’s natural cleavage points… before you start to apply firm force” Johnny grunts as he stares in shock. Gaz squeezing his bum. Talking dirty with rock science speak. It shouldn’t be this hot. Steamin- He was so down bad. This is terrible.
Kyle’s tone becomes dangerously velvety. Leaning close. Lips brushing against John’s throat as he whispers, “or we can try the applying intense thermal shock… causes a diamond to form micro-fractures all over.” John’s shivers. He was definitely a weaker man in this moment. He couldn’t resist the absolute siren’s call of Kyle’s lowered sultry voice. Or that amber cologne. The soft squeezes on his muscles. Or the extensive mineral knowledge for someone who said it was ‘just a hobby’.
“Ah- … well, yer ta expert in diamon crackin, Bonnie” voice a bit strained and rough. “But, ‘m a… hands on leaner…. Mind teaching?”
“Gladly.”
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Surprisingly, Johnny isn’t one for over the top bragging. But after the afternoon he had, he felt like singing it from the rooftops. He had to be the luckiest man in all of Scotland, the Reed brothers’ wives aside.
Oh he felt so loved. Heart flooded with warmth and care. Kyle loved him. Kyle loved him so much. He loved him,
Kyle sighs. Shifting and jostling Soap a bit. He glances at his Kyle lying there. Couch creaking at each movement. Scrolling on the telly. Johnny draped over him as an impromptu weighted blanket. Oh he felt so blessed. His head drops onto Kyle’s shoulder. Close and comfortable. Snorting as a ‘Hrmmmfpp’ leaves Garricks mouth. Displeased with all the trash tv on.
“Ye sound like a sea lion. Sometimes, luv. A very silent one”
“Bloody- I do not knob head. You’re the one who looks like a bull terrier made real boy”
“Ah wot?” Soap says in complete shock. Brows knit together. Before he blows some air into Kyle’s ear.
“Nae a damn dug, I didnae like dogs”
Kyle groans and rubs his ear. He absolutely detested that feeling. “Bloody act like a bull terrier too…”
Johnny huffs and lays his head back down. “Cannae believe Ah married ma biggest hater”
“dogs can be cute, Tav”
“Daft rabid bastards… jost looking ta rip inta yer thighs”
“Sounds like someone I know. Had to get a rabies shot first time you bit me, don’t know what bloody diseases your carrying”
“OI! Ah gonna give ye more tan a bite ye fokn brat”
They wrestle fight on the couch for a bit. Before John returns to his weighted blanket duties. Kyle texting Ghost a photo of some stupid movie he found. Something called VelociPastor or some nonsense. Soap wasn’t paying attention too much.
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The movie was an absolute terrible mess, 20/10 in the MacTavish Garrick household. Almost as good as when they watched Shaolin Soccer. Almost as good.
They now lie on the bed, having watched movies and gone for an evening jog. A successful start to their brief leave. Soap’s snoring, passed out sleeping on his stomach. Face buried into his pillows.
Gaz sets his phone down. Skin meeting skin as Gaz snuggles close. Arms snaked around Soap’s healthy middle. Cosplaying a barnacle while Soap dozes on. Coils meshing with the messier strands of Soaps mohawk.
Eyelids melting down as he breathes in slower. Feeling so at peace now that some rugged demolitions expert wasn’t making his heart explode in lust.
He loved John MacTavish. Nothing would ever change that.
what do you think about soapaz in uni ? or jobs outside of the military ?
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OOO!! Congrats my lathery Anon for graduating<3 Whether that’s secondary school or University good job. Honestly can’t wait to be done with school
Soapaz n uni… Anyone from the UK please correct me if I get aspects of British and Scottish uni wrong.
Gaz: Gaz and his older sister got the amazing opportunity to go to UCL. Because luckily his adoptive parents are well off. He’s competitive with records. That’s a known.
So Gaz and his sister were always comparing grades or GPA whenever they could. So see who was the smarter sibling and whatnot. His sister went into business, and he went into sports medicine. He likes program. Feeds his competitive nature. He likes to compete with his friends to see who can do whatever faster or better. The instructors are done with it.
Ends up getting to watch a lot of games for free. Which is a major bonus in his book. Keeps him active, competitive, and entertained. Even if he’s absolutely exhausted after each day. Not to mention the players whining to him after minor injuries. But it’s worth it.
Soap: Went to Dundee University. I honestly feel like he’d do forensic sciences. Been working to become a crime scene investigator after going into the army fell through, due to an old acl injury.
Since, this is a boy, now man, who was desperate to go off into the military. He’s a man for action. He also likes complex situations and problems. Gives his brain something to work with. Something to tactical. Another perk, job also allows him to be rather social (even if it’s grim sometimes). Pays well enough too. Meaning he can finally move out. Maybe help his Mam get a nicer home.
Soap ends up with more sleepless nights that he expected. But while crime scene investigations aren’t his favorite thing anymore. He’s happy he’s able to get these cases solved and put at rest. It’s worth it when he can see his nieces and nephews in a safer Glasgow too. Plus, he’s got tickets saved up to go watch his favorite team
