Glacial Relations
Simon 'Ghost' Riley
NSFW
Synopsis: After a grueling mission in the freezing Russian wilderness, Simon and his sergeant get stranded in a blizzard until morning. With one bed and a tiny safe house, how will the two sleep in these negative temperatures, especially with so much tension?
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The mission was a success, at least that's what Price tells Ghost and I from the intel base just after the bombs go off.
We get out just in time, and so we begin making our way to the e-vac point, trekking through fourteen inches of solid ice and powdery, fresh snow. Winds start to pick up after some time, and Ghost suggests we contact the extraction team.
Just as we near the rendezvous point, we get notice that the helicopter is aborting the pick-up until morning. We’ll have to spend the night somewhere, and like an angel sent from heaven, Laswell's voice comes through just in time.
"There should be a small house about three clicks north of the evacuation point. Once you make it there you'll want to sit tight, there's a pretty nasty blizzard coming right through you. Should be clear by morning." her voice comes through the earpieces rough and staticky, but just clear enough to be heard by us, and so we follow orders and make our way to the safe house.
By the time we arrive, the sun has gone down. The blizzard has reached its peak just in time for us to be freezing our asses off but not quite dead yet, and so Simon starts the fire and I start to heat up our last MRE.
Out of the corner of my eye I see a mattress lying bare in the corner of the room, and so I drag it in front of the fire for us. Ghost takes his time getting his jacket and gear off before taking a seat on the edge of the mattress. Soon after, he takes the bag of food from the front of the fire and starts mixing it around.
The silence is noticeable.
I take my gun and holster off and lay it next to me, opting to keep the extra layer of warmth from the thermal jacket, and sit facing my Lieutenant. All he does is hand me the pack of food, and there's no hesitation in his movement, but I swear I see a tinge of hesitation in his eyes, like he wants to say something but he’s holding himself back.
“Thanks, Lt.” He gives a single nod, so I say, “It’s the last one.” I take a few bites before he says anything.
“I know. You did a nice job today.” His voice is coarse and deep, but sincere. I look up at him, and all I can see is the look in his eyes, and how his are staring into mine.
“I couldn’t have done it without you or your guidance.” I say, and I truly mean it, but what I really want to say is, ‘Thank you for having my back, I'm glad you trust me'. He just nods like he understands, and we spend our time warming up in front of the fire sharing dinner. It's nice.
Some time later, after a short mission recap and plan for tomorrow, Price and Laswell are off of comms for the night and Ghost and I are left alone.
When the fire starts to die down, Ghost adds wood and we decide to go to bed soon after. After trying to get comfortable, we come to the conclusion that the twin mattress is way too small for both of us and we have no other choice but to sleep close to keep ourselves warmer, so we lay on our sides back to back and drape our jackets over ourselves as makeshift blankets.
"Goodnight." I tell him, and he lets out a quiet, soft grumble. A sound too soft to come from a man like him. It takes me some time to warm up enough to doze off, and by the time I fall asleep, Ghost is sleeping like a rock.
Sometime during the freezing night however, I find myself wrapped around and completely toppled by my lieutenant. I'm not quite sure if he's aware of the position we're in, or who must've initiated it in our sleep, but I do know that I can feel his hard-on digging into my left thigh.
All I need to do is shimmy out from under him. His big, hard, warm body. This should be easy.
I start by taking in a breath, then slowly lift his arm away from my caged in head. From there, I'm able to slide my way out from under him, but not without rubbing my thigh right against his bulge. I quickly lay his arm back down and he wraps it around my upper body and hugs, tight. I let out the breath I was holding as quietly as I can, before Ghost himself lets out a long, muffled groan.
I close my eyes and try to relax as subtly as possible as he grinds his hips into the mattress, and after a pause he seems to still be sleeping.
It must be not even twenty minutes later and the mattress is shaking, and I know the source is the 6'3" deadly and highly decorated lieutenant currently asleep next to me.
I try to not let it get to me, I really do, but I've been sort of in love attracted to him for the last six months and I don't know what to do.
I keep debating whether or not I should wake him, and eventually decide that I am getting too cold without his body heat now that the fire was out, and ignoring him awkwardly is no longer an option.
"Ghost."
I whisper as loudly as I can, which is just enough to make him mumble something incoherent. I speak his callsign one more time before deciding that he's probably more likely to wake up to his name.
"Simon, please wake up."
I speak slightly louder this time, to the point where my voice is rasping. This, of corse, just makes him groan, loudly, before moving his arm ever so slightly and his hand perfectly covering my breast. Naturally, he squeezes, and lets out a muffled sound in the process. Awesome.
In the next half a second, he's somehow using what feels like all his strength to pull me against him. The feeling of him, his deliciously hard body, against mine becoming overwhelmingly shameful. I call out his name loudly again, to which he lets out a deep whine, driving his lower body into mine more and more while he continues to squeeze my breast. Wonderful.
I debate wether I should stop him, and I know he's asleep, but it just feels so good, and I've wanted to feel this from him for so long, and It's finally happening, but I know better than to let this play out.
I push his arms away from mine, but he has his arms locked around me fully, and pushing just seems to push my body back into him more. He's speaking in quiet grumbles directly into my neck now, and I swear I feel him starting to kiss me.
Okay, Its time to wake him up now.
"Simon!" I practically yell this time. Using all my strength, I smack and shake him, and he soon lets go of my body. I roll away quickly before sitting up to face him, and when I turn around he has this horrified, yet gorgeously fucked-out look on his face.
All I can do is stare at him. I must look just as flushed, oh God.
"I, uhm." He looks away for a second, presumably assessing the situation, and so we remain in silence.
I swallow the tension, and because I am so bad at this, I say,
"It's okay, really. It's natural," I glance up and down at him and his bulge, "and that's a natural thing." The action makes him glance down. He lets out another frustrated groan, but the noise comes out sounding like a whimper and the sound makes me clench my thighs.
The action doesn't go unnoticed by him, and the awkwardness of it all makes me wince slightly, but he doesn't seem to find this awkward.
The look in his eyes is nothing but desire and need, and he seems to get lost in it, before coming to his senses and looking away.
"Christ, I'm sorry. I can leave." He grunts, the words rough and rushed. He starts to get off the mattress, but before he can go anywhere I quickly blurt out,
"Don't, please don't. Not if you don't want to." My voice came out hoarser than I had intended, though the statement was rash.
He hesitates for just a second before laying back down on his back, but he's not even close enough for us to be touching, and I'm still shivering without the heat of him.
I do the honors and move closer, and I'm facing his arm now, and he turns his head to look at my face.
"I'm your superior officer." He rasps. His breathing is jagged, and I'm sure I've never heard it this uneven before.
"You're my teammate," I whisper, and all I can get out next is "Please, I've wanted this for s-"
Before I know it, he's wrapping his arm around my torso and pulling me on top of him. Naturally, my legs straddle his waist, and he strains his head slightly to pull me into a desperate kiss.
It's the kind that's all wet and full of clashing teeth. Full of passion and need, and it's better than I ever dreamt of.
I can feel the slight stubble he has built up over the last three weeks, and with that, the deep longing he has had for the taste of me. He licks the seam of my lips, edging his rough tongue into my mouth. I open for him, letting his tongue explore my mouth while his hands explore my body.
All I can taste is the salt of his skin and the slight taste of metal on his saliva. His hands move with a new purpose this time, one sliding down from my shoulder to the dip of my side, gripping my hip, the other begins to desperately fumble with the waistband of my cargo pants.
I arch my back into him and try my best to help him shove all the layers of fabric past my thighs. When the cold air starts to nip at my skin, Ghost takes his warm hand and starts kneading my bottom. All I can do is lay my head down on his chest and whine in anticipation.
"I know baby, I know." He pleads, continuing to massage and knead my skin. He pushes his hips up just enough to shove his own pants down, and we both watch as his cock springs free, hard and leaking. He lets out a low hiss as I lower myself back down onto him.
He begins by teasing me, sliding his cock up and down my slit, the slick coating both of us completely.
"God, baby. Do you know how long I've wanted you?" He groans and it almost sounds like he's in pain. His eyes are glued to the place we attach with smooth, sloppy movements, and I can't help but move myself with him.
Once he can't take it anymore, he flips us over and lines himself up at my entrance, pushing in with a single, smooth thrust. I can help but gasp at the sudden intrusion. He is huge and the stretch of him fills me completely. The sensation is wonderful, and it sends a wave of pleasure throughout my entire body.
"Fuck," he breaths, his mouth hot and low against my ear. "You're tight."
He doesn't move at first, just stays still inside, letting me adjust, feeling the warmth. His eyes are squeezed shut, his breathing ragged against my neck. I could feel his length throbbing deep within me, a pulse that matches my own.
Then I let out a whine, and he starts to move. It's amazing.
He starts slow at first; long, deliberate strokes that drag against my walls, pulling out almost all the way and then sliding back in. Each thrust hitting deep enough to knock the air from my lungs. I wrap my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he lets out a noise, a low, guttural sound that vibrates through his chest.
The floor creaks beneath us. The repetition of our bodies meeting with wet, harsh slaps filled the small room. I arch my back, pushing my breasts up against his chest, and he takes the hint.
He lowers his head and grabs at the fabric of my shirt with his teeth, pulling it up to expose a nipple. His mouth is hot and wet, tongue immediately finding and circling the peak before sucking hard.
My hands find his hair and pull, and he thrusts even harder in response. He works me the way only a soldier could; focused, relentless, with unfaltering precision. He knows exactly how to angle himself, how much pressure to apply, when to speed up and when to slow down. It's like he had somehow studied my body, like he knew more than he let on.
"Simon," I moan out, "Fuck, itssgood."
"Sounds like you like it," he mutters against my skin with a smirk, his voice thick with amusement and lust. Everything I try to say to him comes out as a moan, and he takes that as answer enough to drive into me unbearably harder. The slaps of his pelvis slamming into my thighs echo around the room.
The pressure begins to build low in my belly, winding tighter and tighter with every thrust. I feel myself clenching around him, wet and hot, and he lets out the neediest noise I've ever heard while pushing deeper.
"Gonna come," he warns with desperation in his voice, and his rhythm becomes erratic but quickly he says with a moan, "tell me where, baby."
"Inside," I gasp, "please. I wanna feel it."
He lets out a growl so deep it makes me convulse around him. The feeling making him drive into me one last time, burying himself to the hilt. I feel cock twitch deep inside me, and when it pulses, hot spurts of cum fill me, wave after wave, until it seeps out and around his shaft.
The feeling of his load spilling inside me and the warm fullness of it makes my orgasm hit like a shockwave. My body convulses around him, milking him as I cry out his name.
He rides it out with me, shushing me while thrusting shallowly through the aftershocks, prolonging the pleasure until I'm limp and pliant beneath him. For a long time, we lay here, tangled and sweaty as his cock softens nested inside me.
The blizzard rages on outside, but right now we can only hear the sound of our own breathing and the crackle of the dying fire.
He presses a kiss to my forehead, then slowly shift his weight off of me and lays down. The loss feels immediate and cold, but when he pulls me against his side and drapes an arm over my waist, I let myself sink into his warmth.
Neither of us speak, we don't need to. The snow keeps falling, the time keeps passing, and in this small shelter, we have all that we need until morning.
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First fic lol, kinda nervous. If anyone likes this and has any suggestions or ideas for more writing prompts please feel free to share! I would love to write more but I have few ideas lol.
