I've shamelessly scrolled very down but couldn't find any existing. I love them all together but what do you think of Gaz sitting on one of the other's face for a good eating out? 👀 I feel like one of them would see him so overwhelmed with something and have the perfect solution 🥰
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this only took.... forever. So sorry. Take these stupid gays in denial being cute... and horny
A sigh escaped Gaz's lips as he finally stepped off that blasted heli. All he wanted to do was sleep.. or eat .. or maybe die.
Everything hurt, and the amount of shit he'd seen over the past week would have civvie in a mental asylum.
He'd never been so grateful to see his annoying best friend. He hadn't known he would choose to wait for him, but god, the sight of such a familiar safe face almost made him want to cry.
He didn't even hesitate, wrapping his arms around Johnny waist and burying his face in the Scots shoulder. Johnny didn't really question it, why would he? They both were close and had no fear about being touchy.
Men could hug without being gay, no matter what the base teased.
Kyle went mildly limp as a hand pulled his helmet off, gently dragging through his hair. “Ye ‘right ky?”
The question came soft and close to his ear. Kyle really didn't want to have to speak, however he knew should he not answer, Johnny would likely get worried he was injured. “ ‘m fine, Johnny … just… tired”
The other man hummed, pressing a gentle kiss to Kyle's head. “Come o’ then, let's get ye back an shower”
Kyle let himself be led, happy with the arm remaining round his waist, it was grounding and warm. He felt he might fall apart without it.
He was infinitely grateful that Price had managed to get them their own room, so they weren't in a barracks. The idea of sitting in a noisy crowded barracks where everyone is pushing and wanting to hear about the mission was horrid.
The door shut, and he felt his tac, boots and belt being pulled off. Thorough old Johnny. Those warm hands them began tugging his shirt overhead.
He didn't fight it, but a questioning noise escaped his lips as Johnny continued to strip him.
“Well no way are ye getting in bed all filthy. c’mon”
Kyle hummed, he didn't want to have to shower, but he knew he should. Johnny started the shower, allowing steam to fill the room, pulling out two towels and setting them up.
Kyle gave a groan as he was pulled under the warm water. It felt heavenly on his muscles, his body loosening under the spray “Oh fuckk”
A slight chuckle came from behind him. Johnny had moved to hold him up from behind. Warm arms wrapped gently around his waist, rubbing his torso.
Kyle vaugly registered Johnny's dick ended up pressed against his arse, but he wasn't fussed. It happened, besides, they were best friends, cuddling wasn't gay.
The passage of time seemed wonky as the shower continued, he couldn't quite place any particular events. But Johnny had washed his hair… really well.
Kyle had only mentioned the differences in washing textured hair like.. once? And Johnny remembered and used it to wash Kyle up properly.
The sweetness made Kyle's heart swell, as he was guided out of the shower and toweled off. A gentle kiss was pressed to his nose as Johnny pushed him into one of the beds, before climbing in after.
Kyle could feel his whole body relaxing to limp in the arms of his best friend, so warm and safe and comfortable.
Johnny was coaxing giggles out of him by kissing everywhere he could reach, on his face, hair, neck, shoulders.
Kyle huffed a laugh, but moved a bit to get more comfortable.
Johnny failed to see the movement, and the next kiss landed on Kyle's lips. Kyle froze.
He didn't pull back but didn't move closer either. He.. was kissing his best friend, and he didn't hate it he wanted more he wanted to feel every inch of johnny.
Luckily the scot was on the same wavelength slowly beginning to move his lips, sucking at Kyle's.
He felt his hips jerk as Johnnys hand wandered. Fuck.
He needed this. It was so good and warm. Johnny gripped his hips, moving Kyle up to sit on his chest. “Fook… sit… sit on me face”
Kyle felt his whole face burn bright red. “I.. Johnny you won't be able to breath.”
The scot blinked blankly “Cool, I dun care. Sit ye arse down”
Kyle's hand braced uncertainty on his best friends shoulders. “You'll suffocate, Johnny”
A very exasperated groan sounded from underneath him “Fer fecks sake, Then I'll die happy! Sit.”
Muscled arms gripped Kyle's thighs tugging him down, and oh god. He knew the flush of his face was spreading to his chest already, especially given the noise that was tugged out of him.
The feeling was odd, but so so fucking good. He could feel Johnny's tougue running over his arse, and near his dick.
Kyle groaned grinding his hips down uncontrollably as Johnny continued to lick like a fucking pro.
He couldn't help it, all concern regarding Johnny's ability to breathe was out the window, and he couldn't think of anything but the feeling of the tougue slowly pressing up his arse.
It stretched a little, maybe burned, he didn't really know. But it was good.
Small red scratches were appearing on Johnny's chest as he tried to control himself, hips bucking. He didn't want to cum so soon, but it was so so amazingly good and he could feel the pressure building.
“Fuck… fuck. Fuck fuck ffffuckkk”
His vision went white, head almost clunking the head board.
When he blinked back to himself, Johnny was curled up beside him again. “okay. Go ta sleep now”
Kyle almost got whiplash from the sudden change, especially when Johnny had been to one insisting
. But who cares. Johnny was such a good mate to help his friend like that.
