𝐌𝐖𝐈𝐈 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 , 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 || Slow Burn

• 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 , 𝐏𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 •

Thank you, v0idbugs, for the request.

TW:

• Smut

   - Rush/Non-detailed

   - Beginning: Handjob; Referenced: Regular

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     "Graves, down south, P.'s goin' with you. Don't get distracted, enemy troops are soon to be on our asses."

     Y/n was addressed by Predator, AKA P., Pred, and more. They were lacky nicknames, but one sticked the most. Phillip Graves, his friend of a few months, joined Task Force 141 after disbanding from his side. Since he's sent around apologies due to past events, he's not had a single cell of anger or hatred sent his way from the team. Except for Simon. Simon was still upset with the shot sent to Johnny's shoulder by his previous men. Though, he still attempts to keep it civil between him and the masked man. The weird thing was; Simon and Y/n were really close, like, really close. It was scary to know that they could fight at any moment.

     But, he didn't doubt that they couldn't change. He believed in them, whole heartedly. Phillip was kind and true, Simon was mysterious and caring, he bet they could be good friends. They just need a little push.

     "Hell no," Phillip refused.
     "Phillip, please," P. begged him, but Phillip only shook his head and crossed his arms, pistol on his hip and AK-47 on the ground.
     "Fine, I'll ask Simon," Y/n stuck to his word.

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     "Are you joking ?" Simon chuckled, his laugh feeling as if you added bass to a song.
     "Seriously, I think you two could be friends," Simon laughed harder. Pred's attempts went to waste. He had to think of a different plan.

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     Y/n had thought of nothing. Not a single idea. He was currently punching his frustrations out on to the punching bag, grunting with each powered throw. Why couldn't he figure it out ? They would be awesome partners. Y/n ended up findind himself in his bedroom, laying on the cold sheets as he panted. P. was exhausted, so, why not take a shower before a nap ?

     Shower sat up, he striped his sweaty clothes and toss them into the laundry bin, then sliding off his accessories and laying them on the counter. Y/n slipped into the warm shower, droplets slipping on his skin before falling to the ground. The feeling couldn't be any better.

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     The shower was soon finished, stepping out with a sigh. His muscles were sore and worn, him laying back down on the bed, not even dressed besides boxers. Then, the door handle twisted with a knock.

     P. flipped a blanket over his body, curling up in it before the door completely opened, finding an upset Phillip. He seemed distressed, guilty, even. He sat next to the rolled up Y/n, Phillip then opening his mouth.

     "I'm sorry for reacting like that when you recommended that I got along with Si, your word actually helped." Y/n became curious. "Helped ?"
     "Yeah, Simon and I are friends now. Or, atleast, acquaintances," Phillip seemed embarrassed, but was soon tackled into a hug by Y/n, but the blanket fell from his shoulders, revealing his half-naked body.

     They both were flustered by the awkward situation, but, Phillip only kissed Y/n gently on the lips, cupping Pred's cheeks with his hands. The kissed stayed calm and gentle like a soft breeze on a Sunday afternoon, but the wind was quick to pick up, leaving the two messy in an unforgettable make-out session.

     Phillip ended up on Pred's lap, straddling his waist as he unclipped his tactical vest and unbuckled his belt. P. also undressed himself from the equipment, but was stopped when he reached his t-shirt.

     "Not that far, not yet, be patient." Phillip was incredibly gentle when removing Y/n's belt, kissing all over the larger male's neck gently, sucking and biting for a moment or two.
     "Phil.." Y/n couldn't help but tilt his head back, panting softly, soon wimpering when Phillip had placed his hand on P.'s bare erection, Phillip's hand cold against the heated, veiny skin. He earned a soft groan from the other one, soon turning into continuous moans when Graves started to move his hand up and down.

     The rest of the night was heated with skin gripping, hair tugging, sheet pulling, heavy panting, loud moaning, and much more as they continued on until three hours later. Though, they got opinions from friends the next day.

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     "You two motherfuckers need to quiet down." Heavy scolding by Captain Price. The two didn't regret it, though, as Price also got a laugh out of it.

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     "That sounded rough, how did you get out of bed ?" Soap, sitting with Ghost on the lounging couch, asked Graves that question. The other couple were shocked to find out that the usually bratty blonde was in fact not the bottom, but Y/n.

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     "I can't even look at you correctly anymore." "Alejandro, you drama queen, you're no different." Alejandro was being dramatic as Rodolfo held Alejandro in his arms as the man fell oh so dramatically. Gaz snickered at the situation in the back.

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The second night ended with soft and calm kisses as the two snacked and binged shows until you both passed out.. Oh, and you were in charge of the shows, what did you choose ?

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