Ghost was filing some of the reports that needed to be signed and finished by the end of the week when there was a gentle knock on his door and he contemplated on ignoring it for a moment before another knock sounded so he tiredly called out, “come in.” Soap stepped in and closed the door behind him before walking over to his desk and folding the mask to the bridge of his nose and pecked his lips, “Johnny shouldn’t you be training the recruits right now?” Soap shrugged, “Gaz took ‘em off my hands cause he likes training, fucking weirdo.”
Ghost chuckled, “so is there something I can help you with sergeant or did you just come here to annoy me after all I do have work to do.” Soap couldn’t help but smirk, “oh I just figured I’d take you up on what you said while we were in the shower together.” he knelt to the ground and positioned himself beneath the desk, his face hovering over the zipper of Ghost’s pants, “hm doesn’t ring a bell baby maybe you’d like to remind me.” he tilted Soap’s head back making him look him in the eye.
“I believe it was something along the lines of fuck the mouth on you Johnny, maybe I should have you kneel beneath my desk keeping me warm while I do paperwork.” his lips holding a smirk throughout the sentence, “I have nothing better to do, and you have paperwork to do, I’ll be good just sit here and keep you warm won’t distract ya I promise.” They both knew there was a lie infused in that promise, even knowing that he didn’t stop Johnny from undoing his pants and pulling both waistbands down just enough to reveal his still soft cock.
He didn’t tease as he took the tip between his lips, easing his way down forcing himself to relax as his throat muscles flexed against it and he looked up at Simon who looked down at him with a look that promised he’d pay for this later. Soap let himself fall into a space as Ghost’s fingers threaded through his hair, feeling the tension ease out of his body as he kneeled beneath the confined space of his desk, even as his jaw began to ache but they both froze as a knock sounded out in the room.
Ghost scooted the chair in a bit further to conceal their current activities before calling out, “enter.” Price entered with a file in hand, “this one also needs to be filled out and in by the end of the week.” Ghost leaned forward accepting the file, “yes sir.” Price turned to leave but paused, making Ghost tense, “you haven’t seen Soap by chance have you son?” Ghost shook his head, “no sir not since breakfast I’ve been holed up in here I’m afraid.” Price gave an unconvinced huff but nodded, “alright then.” As the door closed behind the captain he leaned back in his chair glaring at the Scot kneeling at his feet.
“Up.” Soap pulled back wiping at the saliva that dripped down his lip with the back of his hand before he was roughly pulled up and shoved against the desk, “you would’ve liked if he came around my desk, to see you kneeling under there with my cock in your mouth like the impatient whore that you are.” a shiver went down his spine at the thought of being caught, “I’m going bend you over this desk and fuck you until your legs can’t hold you anymore, then I’ll take you against the wall all while you try and quiet your sounds to avoid being caught.”
Soap’s breath caught, “maybe I shouldn’t even lock the door, anyone could walk in and when they see you whining for more they’ll know just who you belong to Johnny, perhaps I should get you a collar with property of Simon Riley so that everybody knows exactly who you belong to, you’d like that Johnny being claimed.” A whine echoed in the room and Ghost’s hand wrapped around his throat gently squeezing, “quiet whore.” He took a step back, “pants off and bend over palms flat on the desk.” Soap scrambled to unlace his boots and slip off his pants.
He bent over and placed his hands flat on the desk and he was rewarded with Ghost’s voice in his ear, “good boy Johnny following orders so well.” his chest pressed against his back, the heat radiating from Ghost making it feel stifling in the small office space. Ghost spread him open fingers digging into the flesh, revealing the puffy rim of muscle and let a string of saliva drip down making Johnny tense up for a brief moment, “this okay Johnny?” he let his finger circle his entrance not pushing in yet, “yes Simon please.”
