𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 ( 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐗 𝐒𝐎𝐀𝐏 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 )

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 (𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓)

*IMPORTANT* : I was VERY sleep deprived and busy while writing this. I haven't had time to write recently and have been up to 3-4 in the morning writing for this. I WILL BE RE-WRITING THIS CHAPTER! I don't like how it turned out so I've decided I will be re-doing it when I have time. This is NOT my best work.

AUTHORS NOTE : Sorry I haven't uploaded in a little bit! I've been really busy with school / Australia day weekend and shit and haven't had proper time to sit down and write. This is technically a request that i've kinda taken my own idea and mixed it with it. Either way, not accurate to the actual storyline, get over it. Enjoy! 💙

[ 9:30PM ]

Ghost pulled a black button up around his body, slipping his arms through the sleeves and doing up the from, leaving a few buttons undone at the top. He carelessly chucked a simple gun into his back pocket — just in case — and adjusted his belt around his waist. He wore a simple half mask with a skull, keeping things practical for a casual night out. On the other side of the room, Soap was dressing himself into a similar outfit with a white top to compliment Ghost's black.

"You ready yet?" Ghost chimed in and broke the silence in the room. Soap turned his attention towards the large man and smiled at how he was terribly attempting to fix his hair. "Yeah hold on, your hair looks like shit." He placed himself in front of Ghost and gestured him to lean down; which he did without question. He ran a few fingers through his hair, cleaning it up and slicking it back. "There, you clean up nice don't you Simon?" 

Ghost let out a small grunt in response and before you knew if both men were walking out the door of their shared hotel room. The two of them had mutually agreed — aka Soap begged until Ghost gave in — to go to a club together and blow off some steam as work had been tough lately for both of them. 

The car ride was short before they arrived outside of a random club downtown. Even outside you could see drunken strangers either smoking or masking out with anyone that would be willing to put their lips on theirs. This wasn't Ghost's scene, but boy was it Soaps. He practically ran inside and immediately found his way to the dance floor. Ghost took his time analysing his surroundings, the pinkish purple hue of the lights to the mixture of sweaty bodies that littered the tight space. 

Ghost's eyes thankfully landed on a bar where he swiftly made his way over and took a seat on one of the worn out bar stools that occupied it. Loud music was blasting in his ears as he ordered a drink to try to ease his mind a bit. He hadn't gotten shitfaced drunk in ages, alcohol had never had that much effect on him anyways and the last time he did he ended up in a strangers bed on the other side of town. 

The bartender placed a shot of whiskey on the bench in front of him. "Leave the bottle" He muttered just loud enough so that he could hear him over the trashy sound system. He downed the shot and began to mindlessly fill another; his eyes searching the floor in when his gaze landed on a certain scot in the sea of bodies. 

Soap was dancing and making small talk as a drunk man continued to grind up on him, clearly hard. He either didn't really care or didn't realise but regardless Soap was there for a good time and who cares how he spent it? Although someone else wasn't too fond of the idea of someone touching what was — in his eyes — rightfully his.

It was then that Ghost remembered his bottle of whiskey and filled his glass, downing another 2 shots. When he turned around again, he immediately locked eyes with Soap, who was now flirting with 2 drunk men, one more than last time. (HOE SOAP ERA LMAO ) Something about the scene unfolding in front of Ghost infuriated him as if someone was trying to rob him of something precious and valuable, priceless. 

Soap sent him a flirtatious wink towards him from across the room before he planted a kiss on one of the men, beginning to sloppily make out with him. Ghost's eyes could've burned holes into the back of the man's head with how hard he was glaring at them. He made his way over to the two, shoving the alcoholic away from his property.

He pulled soap towards him so they were just inches away from each other. "What the fuck are you doing to me, Johnny?" He whispered into his ear. Soap didn't respond, just flashing him a smile before turning around and grinding on him just like he had to the man before him.

 "Fuck." Ghost groaned out, feeling himself get slightly hard from the sensation of Soap rubbing against his crotch. He eased into the movement and eventually followed along with Soap, the two of them flowing with each other in dance. He turned around to face Ghost, locking one hand behind his neck and using the other to work his way slowly down his body, stopping just before the immediate bulge in his pants.

Ghost threw his head back with a grunt, grabbing Soaps hand and holding still it position, hovering over his enlarged bulge. Ghost couldn't take it anymore, he grabbed his arm and dragged him to the edge of the room, guiding the two of them into the bathroom before slamming Soap onto the bathroom wall harshly.

"You're a fucking tease. You know that?" He bit his lip and nodded, somehow maintaining eye contact with Ghost who was still pressing his body against the wall. "You know what? I wanna hear it from you. So go on, Johnny, tell me how much of a desperate tease you are." Soap just stared back at him, saying absolutely nothing.

Ghost pressed a knee between his legs and onto Soap's bulge. "Fuck..." Groaning, he threw his head back and buckled forward for any kind of friction. "I want to hear you. Sing for me." Soap's face flushed but he obliged, beginning to speak.

"Fuck. Please Simon. Please fuck me." It somehow managed to come out as a pained whine. "I need you. Please" Ghost just smiled, looking into his eyes. "C'mon, L.t. I'm sorry okay? Just...please." 

Ghosts laugh was cold and distant. "Good boy Johnny." That was the last thing he whispered before walking out of the bathroom, leaving Soap completely dazed. His mind was racing, 'what the fuck just happened' being at the top of his mind. Soap was so confused, yet he walked back into the busy crowd. Maybe if he did It again he might just push Ghost over the edge. Maybe he'd even get a response.

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AUTHORS NOTE : I hate this with a passion. This writing is shit. (I'll put a notice at the top of this chapter)