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The worst part about a wedding is the food; both Kate and Sarah have made peace with that.
It isn't asking your wife's help to put your hair in an elaborate updo, then subsequently helping her curl her hair, or sweating your tits off in a dress you bought for the event, then will likely never wear again, or trying to find a dress that fits a plus-size woman without having an unfathomably ugly print, or even the overpriced drinks.
It's the food. It's always shit, and it's always courteous to nod your head and pretend like it was easy to stomach.
That's why, as grown women do, they're sitting on their couch at two in the morning, eating fast food in a state of moderate undress. Kate gave up on her dress; it's abandoned by the door, and she's eating onion rings in her underwear. Her updo survived the day, given the amount of hairspray it required; the ozone layer did not.
Sarah is a lazy drunk, a quality Kate greatly admires. She just unzipped her dress and pushed it below her tits in the name of freedom and comfort; she has a french fry stored in her cleavage. They may have gone too heavy on the drinks.
"Are we dignified people?"
Sarah has to shake her head like a dog to get her hair out of her face. Kate already feels foolish for asking.
"I watched you drop an onion ring on the floor, pick the cat hair off of it and eat it two minutes ago."
Kate works for the fucking CIA; drunk or not, she has the connections to prove the existence of the five-second rule, and it is god damn applicable.
Nikolai could never stay with a twink or a gym bro because his body craves the same physical comfort he hands out. Seasonless muscle would turn dull for him too quickly; sure, Mr. White from the club was well-built, but where's the texture? Where's the insulation and the warmth he excpects for a hug?
It just wouldn't work, because they could never thrive in the various secluded cabins Nik wants to share. An underfed man could not last days in the Arctic Circle with him.
He thinks that's why he and the Captain click. The man's so much fuller than he looks; Always on a tough schedule, of course, but he eats decently well. Nik had noticed the Lieutenant and Kyle routinely topped his desk with takeout, sometimes a nice homemade dish. That was probably his primary source of fuel.
It hurt to be "friends with benefits". Nikolai wants to worship the man, squeeze his juices out, treat him to all the foods he learned to make after traveling the world. And he wants those grounding pats in the morning, in his own kitchen where the job doesn't force up the need for it.
He craves John's body for more than just occasional sex. But the Captain just isn't ready for that, and that's okay. Nik has time.
Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Sergeant "Seer" (Original Call of Duty Character)
Summary: Ghost is usually good with dealing with stress, but hasn't had to time to properly deal with it. Seer finds a way to make it work though. 2.1k WC.
Warnings: Smut (+18) MDNI, Porn with some plot and feelings, Ghost being Ghost, literally so much dirty talk, established relationship, some nipple play, hand job, eventual blow job, casual sex/talk
Notes: Seer's lore/background posts coming soon, as well as more content with GhostSeer as a pair coming too. Mutual's ocs may make appearances in future works.
Ao3 link!
It was natural for stress to build over the course of long winded briefings, piles of paperwork, running around on pointless missions, chores, training, and whatever creatively boring activity one’s superior could think of assigning their underlings to do. Ghost was used to that, and it wasn’t like his hair wasn’t already gray in some areas. However, he’d greatly appreciate some proper time to destress from busy days.
Ghost knew he had options, but they had their own levels of usefulness. Training helped sometimes. It got his blood flowing, sweat beading on his forehead, and brought that familiar ache in his muscles that was evidence of the strength he was so proud of. However, it was at the cost of his energy and ability to do anything else. There was always the time right before going to sleep, but most days he was out like a light as soon as his head hit the pillow. If not that, he was stuck dealing with fits of nightmares, memories, and overall insomnia. Ghost needed a different kind of stress relief, and he knew exactly what kind. But with a busy schedule, he didn’t always have the time… At least, not as much time as he’d like. He’d find a way, he was sure of it. Or maybe someone else would find a way for Ghost instead.
The storage closet door had shut with a bang, and Ghost let his body be pushed backward. Resisting wasn’t his plan here. This wasn’t a new situation nor a random soldier accosting him. His back hit the wall with a dull thud, a soft grunt forced out of him before his mask was shoved up. Once his mouth was exposed, another pair of warm, familiar lips pressed against his. Soft, but hungry. It wasn’t long until a wet tongue pushed into his mouth.
Damn this bloody American- damn Seer. That operator who managed to slip between his ribs and make a home in what he thought was his cold heart. Their tongue wasn’t doing him any favors at the moment. Ghost could feel his cock begin to harden in his boxers. He couldn’t help but close his eyes, moving his gloved hands over the other’s form. Curves and muscle under the typical uniform on base, paired with warmth that soothed his soul. He allowed the other’s tongue to lick and swirl inside of his mouth, feeling every inch and tasting everything he had to offer. Leftover traces of bitter tea. An inkling of tobacco. Ghost could taste Seer too; taste the stark difference. The sugar and cocoa from hot chocolate packets they smuggled in. Morning breath maybe. God, it was like sin. Pulling back, Ghost huffed.
“Fuckin’ hell, Seer. Ya couldn’t give a warning? Someone could’ve seen us, y'know," he nearly growled, but the words lacked bite. He knew damn well that he wanted this and more, judging by how his cock was already twitching and only getting stiffer the longer their bodies stayed pressed so closely.
The shorter soldier smirked, their balaclava pushed up to expose their own mouth. The scar on their lips crinkled with the movement of their smile. Something in those green eyes of theirs held a deeper desire than they let on. Those lips. . . Those lips would get Ghost into trouble one day.
“Haven’t had time to properly get stress out. . . or see you outside professional standards. Can’t blame me for being eager during this little break,” Seer replied in their typical casual way, their American accent bringing a drawl to their words. Their pupils were dilated and full of excitement by now. Ghost couldn’t blame them for that, it had been a while since they had any time for. . . well, blowing off steam. Had practically been ages if they were talking strictly about time spent gaining thorough satisfaction. Ghost let out a long sigh, watching Seer bite off one of their gloves before putting that hand on his belt.
“. . . Alright, get my cock out. Been dying to feel ya,” he muttered, “You got fifteen minutes, make it count.” This song and dance had been done before. Ghost knew the breaks in schedule were few, short, and far-between. Sue him for remembering the exact timing. Nonetheless, Seer spat out their glove to the side, huffing as they undid Ghost’s belt and jeans.
“Wish I could fuck you.”
“I know.”
“Make it up to me later?”
“No promises.”
Seer clicked their tongue at Ghost’s answer, a begrudging sign of understanding amidst frustration. In the meantime, Ghost pulled up his shirt to expose more of his scarred, pale skin. Seer took it as an opportunity to press a kiss to one long scar by his ribs. It was just a small sign that they cared without saying it aloud– a hint of affection he knew was there, only for him. No one else.
His cock, twitching and nearly fully hard, was already dripping precum from the tip as it was pulled from its confines. Another, more pleased, sigh left Ghost. “There we are. . .” he mumbled, “Happy now?
Seer’s free hand moved to push Ghost’s shirt further up, grasping a handful of his chest. The Lieutenant blinked once in surprise, then squinted in bemusement. “Seriously?” Ghost grunted, “Can’t even leave my chest alone?”
“Not my fault you have excellent tits,” Seer replied, then spat into their hand, “Fuckin’ bigger than mine. And so squishy and soft-.” Ghost rolled his eyes, “Get on with it.”
“Apologies, Lieutenant,” Seer replied teasingly, grasping Ghost’s cock. It throbbed at the contact, and leaked even more as Seer slowly stroked it and spread their saliva over the skin. Soft, slick sounds filled the small space, overpowered by heavy breaths and the rustling of fabric.
“Mm- fuck. . . Tha’s it. . . Put those hands to good use,” Ghost whispered, lips parting as he watched Seer begin to jerk him off. Seer’s mouth curled into a grin, an amused exhale leaving them. They leaned in, capturing one of Ghost’s nipples in their mouth and laving their tongue over the bud. It soon transitioned to suckling as Seer started a steady pace stroking Ghost. The heat under his skin simmered with every movement.
“You’re lucky I tolerate this,” he murmured. Seer smirked, pulling away from Ghost’s chest after a moment. “You like it, don’t lie. And we both know you get vocal when you feel good.”
Ghost was sure he was going to die because of them, if not now then another day. If there was one thing Seer never failed at, it was somehow having a magic touch and spewing absolutely filthy words in the process. It always made him a little harder, a little warmer, and a little closer to cumming on the spot.
“Ya gonna be the death o’ me.”
“You say that any time I’m pleasuring you.”
“And I fuckin’ mean it- always cum so damn hard when you talk like that-”
“And I get so damn wet when you sound like that,” Seer retorted, almost panting as their hand stroked and jerked Ghost at a faster pace. Ghost threw his head back, his hands twitching out to the sides as he tried to hold himself back from making this quick moment turn into an hour-long session. Or more.
“You don’t know what you do to me. You sure I can’t blow you? Been aching to feel you inside me-.”
“Shit- don’ say that and stroke me faster- you tryin’ to make me ruin you?” The two met each other’s eyes in a heated gaze.
“Trust me, if we had the time, I’d absolutely go for that. Stuff my mouth full of you, give you a rimjob, have you pound my brains out, anything really– but we don’t have the time. . . Just let me take care of you now, and you can return the favor later. If you want. Your choice,” the sergeant replied, pressing a softer kiss to his pale skin. Ghost nearly moaned aloud at that. Both from the caring words and the fact that he was getting a damn good handjob. Yeah, he considered himself lucky.
“Luv, never change,” he begged, his eyelids heavy as he looked back at Seer. A feeling of bliss was creeping up his spine, hot and curling tight. He sucked in a breath, giving a short growl as his eyes squeezed shut.
“What? Should I stop?” Seer asked, tone worried and hand momentarily slowing. Ghost only shook his head, one gloved hand grasping Seer’s forearm to urge them to keep going. “N-no. . . I’m close,” he breathed out, his other hand moving to pinch and roll one of his nipples. He heard a soft hum, then bit his lip as he felt Seer briefly mouth over his untouched nipple. They moved their hand more, stroking him fast and hard like he wanted. Soft grunts filled the space alongside fapping.
“My question still stands. Can I-?”
“Be quick,” Simon bit out, “We’re already short on time.”
Seer wasted little time, huffing as they got onto their knees. Ghost opened his eyes at the perfect time, watching as Seer wrapped their pretty lips around the tip of his cock. Their hand was pumping him furiously, the slick sounds mixing with Seer’s soft, pleased hums. Ghost had barely any time to process the moment, but his hand instinctively moved and gripped the back of Seer’s head instead of their forearm.
“Ngh- Bloody hell, you and that tight mouth and throat. Such a fuckin’ dirty slut. Dammit- ‘m sorry, luv-,” he moaned, jerking his hips back and forth. However, judging from the louder hums Ghost heard, Seer wasn’t complaining about getting face fucked. Seer’s mouth was forced open wide, balls hitting their chin and musk filling the air. Ghost noticed the tears and drool on their face, and damnit if that didn’t make him all that closer to finishing. If it wasn’t the view that’d do him in, it was the noises of wet sucking and heavy breathing. Yeah, he definitely needed to return the favor to them later. Not that he’d admit it outright.
“Oh fuck- cummin’! I’m gonna cum down your-” Ghost warned, pushing Seer’s head down as the hot coil in his stomach snapped. They never could fit the whole thing entirely, and Ghost never pushed far enough to make them choke, but he’d never admit he loved the feeling of Seer gagging and drooling all over his cock. Soft whines and moans left the smaller soldier with each throb, spurts of hot, thick cum filling their mouth. Each pulse felt like the lessening of a burden, and Ghost could swear he felt his balls tightening and sagging with every pulse. He’s pretty sure he saw the sergeant’s eyes roll back too. Seer swallowed repeatedly, swirling their tongue to make sure no drop was wasted.
“Hnn. Yeah, greedy slag. Swallow it all, tha’s a good soldier. . .” Ghost mumbled, and he wasn’t blind to Seer pressing their thighs together in response. He nearly snickered at the sight. He was glad he was leaning against the wall, because Ghost was sure his knees almost gave out then and there. His grip slowly went slack on Seer’s head, and Seer pulled away.
Ghost exhaled heavily, “Fuuuuuuuuuuck. . . You’re a blessing and a curse.” Seer only licked their lips and wiped their mouth with the back of their hand, silently helping Ghost fix his uniform just so it didn’t look like he got a blowie.
“Couldn’t help it. And didn’t want it going to waste.”
“Fuckin’ cum slut, I swear.”
“Guilty. . . How’s my time, Lieutenant?” Ghost checked his watch, then chuckled before fixing his mask. “Right on time. Good work. Perhaps I’ll reward you for this. . . . Wasn’t too rough or mean, yeah?”
Seer adjusted their balaclava into place. “Nah, just the right amount. And I’ll be sure to remember that possible reward, Lieutenant.” Ghost smiled behind his mask, watching Seer grab their glove and move to put it on.
Seer grumbled as they put their glove back on, “My hand smells like your dick now.”
“It’s a gift to remember me by.”
Seer shot Ghost a look. “. . .You’re gross. Can’t even kiss me afterwards like a gentleman would.”
“You have no leg to stand on. Ya just milked me dry. And if I kissed you now, I wouldn’t wanna let up,” Ghost teased back, leading the way out of the closet. Seer rolled their eyes, following after his cautious steps. Both of them scanned the hall, adjusting their postures and straightening their clothing.
“Should I visit you, or expect you to visit me later?” Seer asked, meeting a short glance from Ghost. Ghost shifted his jaw.
YEEEESSSSS GOOD SHIT GOOD SHIT!!!! I looooove love love the banter, it's so cute how hooked Ghost is on this little scrappy american 😋 such a good read, well done my friend
