Star-Crossed Lovers

Smooth Operator

A few days later, Simon took a pregnancy test. Sure enough, it was positive. "Noo, Si, ye need to take it easy." Soap said to him as they sat in the living room. The Brit glared at him as he raised a knife in the air, like Michael Myers from Halloween.

John quickly got up and started running. "Where th' fuck do ye keep gettin' those?!" "I'm gonna harvest your fucking toes, John MacTavish!" *I mean, his threats are creative, I'll give 'im that.*

Suddenly, there was a knock on the front door. "John, Simon, are ya home?" Kyle said as he stood on the front porch. Soap stopped running, but Ghost grabbed him by the shirt collar. "This isn't over," he muttered.

He opened the door with a forced-but-believable smile. "Oh, I wasn't expecting you to answer the door, Simon. It's good to see you," Gaz said with a smile. "You, too." "Where's John?" Kyle said as he raised an eyebrow. "Oh, he's getting a massage. Y'know what military life does to the body." Simon said with a shrug.

What actually happened was that he'd put a vibrator in John, and he'd put it on the highest setting. He'd also tied the Scot's hands behind his back so he couldn't turn off the vibrator. Also, John's mouth was covered with a rag, so he wouldn't make noise.

"Really? Huh, I never took John as a massage kinda guy," Gaz said. "Me neither, but he really seems to like 'em... So, what did you need?" "Oh, right, right! I, uh, heard about the whole... incident. And I wanted to check up on you guys. But you seem to be doing well." "So, you're on vacation?" "Yeah, I'm visiting family right now." "In Glasgow?" Simon raised an eyebrow. "No, no. They're vacationing here." Kyle chuckled. "Ah."

"Well, I'll get out of your hair. See ya 'round." Gaz said with a wave, as he walked away. Ghost walked to the bedroom. "Jeezus christ, John! How many times did you cum?" The Scot furrowed his eyebrows and glared at him. "This is your punishment, so don't put the blame on me."

He walked over to his partner and untied his wrists. Then he turned off the vibrator. Then, he took the rag off his mouth. "Ya fuckin'—" Simon put his finger over the other man's mouth. "Not a word, Jonathan." "That's not my name, ye dick," Soap growled. "I know." Then the Brit placed a kiss on his lover's forehead. "C'mon, I'm gonna order pizza."