You've seen the look before.
That deep, soulful yearning. That ease of ache that told him he was home. Safe. Protected.
You've seen his brown eyes gloss with adoration, soften in the knowledge he has everything he ever wanted. The way he gazes at the nape of the neck of the man nose and tongue deep in your pussy.
Longing. Love.
Johnny is it for Simon. You've always known that. Johnny was it for you too, from day one.
But Simon. Sullen. Sulky. Angry. Mean. Absolutely uninterested in sharing the toys in his sandbox. Johnny had a way of smoothing it over when he first brought you home to meet his lover. It was only supposed to be a onetime thing. A way of proving to Simon he could have his cake and eat it too.
Johnny had been wrong at first and Simon only watched from afar. Noticed the ways Johnny made you squirm and the ways you made Johnny proud. When Simon finally joined for the first time, he didn't touch you once.
Moving in was tense. They set you and your belongings in the spare room for "a bit o' privacy, ya ken?" and though dinner was together and you christened the bed in your new room in style, Simon wouldn't sleep with you and Johnny that night, choosing instead to return to their room alone. Johnny balked when you suggested he didn't need to cradle you all night to spare your feelings.
Days, weeks, months of meals, errands, nights at the pub, homecoming celebrations, lazy Sundays. Something began to shift. You couldn't put a finger on it but his demeanor toward you was changing. He was thawing.
You felt it in his fingertips, glancing across your skin more tender than you'd ever expected. His lips, taking over for Johnny. Yes, these touches had started out rough, rushed, almost mechanical. But eventually Johnny no longer needed to urge him to partake of your pleasure.
Simon started accompanying you on shopping trips alone, when Johnny was off on solo missions. Started meeting you at the pub while Johnny stayed behind on base to run through an explosives test with the captain, keeping you company until Johnny could show.
They both knew you hated when they tried to "rescue" you from any ill-advised advance from some bloke or other at the bar. But Simon's heart broke open a little when he heard you refer to them as your boyfriends, for the first time, "so kindly fuck off, yeah?"
And that's the night you see it. The way that gaze shifts to you, watching you fall apart as you grind your center up into Johnny's face while he presses his hips back into Simon's deep thrust.
See the way his eyes draw you in and hold you close, even staring from what seems like miles away. The orgasm that rips through you when he says the words right as Johnny's tongue makes it's way finally, thankfully, reverently, insisently to the spot that never fails to break you loose is more powerful than any you'd ever had before.
Tangled in limbs and sheets, sweat and spend drying in spots you know will be hard to reach, you nuzzle into Johnny's chest and keen when he asks quietly "that true, lt? You really love her too?"
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