Hear me out here. Soapgaz. Buddy's who share a barracks just with one another. And it's became a thing that they constantly cuddle and neither of them mind they both love it. But then at some point a cuddle starts getting... Freaky~ cause I feel like they both have huge libidos and are kinky as
Soap shot awake with a gasp, his body covered in sweat and heart racing, as he sat up pulling his knees to his chest. It was just a dream, he knew that. He shouldn't be this thrown it was a dream, he was a damn soldier, he can handle this.
Still... he glanced to the side where gaz's bed sat, eyes roaming until he could see the slight movement of his breathing making the covers move. Gaz was alive and okay. It was a dream.
Jesus he needed to get himself together, he was a hardened soldier. Anyways he knew gaz could hold his own. Yet his eyes drifted to Gaz yet again. He was breathing. It was fine
Soap flopped back on his bed with a slight groan, scrubbing his slightly watery eyes, taking measured breaths to relax. He needed to get him self together.
"Mate?" Gaz's voice snapped soap out of his head. "You okay?" He sounded worried and a bit confused.
Soap swallowed, the saliva soothing his dry throat a little. "I-..Yeah..yeah I'm fine Gaz"
In the dark he saw the shape of Gaz sit up, and could just see the disbelieving look he was given "Tav...You really think I'm buying that? You are panting... and-..Hang on...Are you crying?"
Soap winced, "No?" he tried. Looking at his lap.
The silence was deafening. Fuck Gaz was probably thinking about just how weak he was, sobbing over a bloody dream.
Soap looked up as he felt the bed dip beneath the weight of Gaz, who just planted himself next to the upset man.
"Come on mate. What happened? I'm your friend"
Soap pulls a face, flopping against the pillows. "it's stupid gaz... like.. really fookin' dumb.. ye gonna laugh at me."
Gaz flicks his head, ignoring the petulant noise it draws from the scot. "I am your friend and I woke up to you crying. I am worried, I'm not gonna be mean and laugh at you just tell me, tav."
Soap pouted slightly, looking up at Gaz through his brows. "Fine. ....was jus' a fuckin' dream. Was... I dunno just kinda shit... An' ye died" He pointedly ignores his voice cracking while he explains "an'.... Just... Kinda sucked.. held your fuckin' dead body in the dream.. and I dunno just.. not a fun dream ye know?"
There are a few moments of silence for soap to start panicking knowing he fucked up before gaz's hand snakes down, taking his hand, running his thumbs along the back of it. "Aw tav... you could have woken me you know. ...why would you think I'd mock you for that? We all get nightmares sometimes.. comes with the career."
Soap relaxes into the pillows. He has no clue why he was so worried, it was his best mate. Gaz would judge him for it. Gaz was literally dragging soaps hand over his chest, do he could feel the heart beat. Why would he think Gaz would be an arse about it?
The scot reached up gripping gazs shirt, tugging him down into the bed. "Ye staying here tonight. Ay want cuddles." He declared before adding as an after thought.. "No homo"
Gaz gave a slight squeak as he got pulled down but the chuckled "Course tav. Nothing gay bout snuggling the homies."
This ended up being far from the last time. It wasn't odd to walk into the mess hall and see Gaz against soaps shoulder, or after a mission in exfil soap asleep on gaz's lap.
And they really didn't need two whole beds, they were always snuggling anyways, so they used what used to be soaps bed to store clothes.
"Ye know Gaz.. ye chest makes a very comfy pillow" Soap murmered one day, voice muffled from gaz's neck, where his face was buried.
The other man gave a hum in response, hands not stopping their stroking of the mohawk.
The room was quiet and calm, both men relaxed and enjoying each other's company. As gaz's hands carded through Soaps hair his fingers caught on a slight knot, tugging the Scots head.
Gaz murmured a quiet sorry that Soap didn't really give a shit about. Much more focused with the fact that half his blood has suddenly went south, to his new raging hard on.
Well that was something to discover. He'd never been into hair pulling, but he supposed it probably helped it was Gaz. Gaz who he trusted with his life, where as a random one night stand he wouldn't enjoy pain. But Gaz, fucking pretty gaz.
The man above him huffed a laugh, "Jesus what'd you do ta get your hair this tangled" as he continued dragging those fucking slender fingers through soaps hair catching on knots.
Soap shifted slightly trying to make his hard on less noticeable, but he was sure that Gaz could feel it against his stomach. Soap, not to brag, wasn't a small man, he usually like that, but right now he wished his dick could be not quite so noticeable thanks.
He glanced up, accidentally making eye contact with Gaz, who raised an eyebrow, causing Soaps face to flush bright red. God he usually was so confident, why did Gaz make his so flusterd. "I .. uhm"
He didn't get a chance to finish the sentence because Gaz smirked and tugged his hair properly, dragging an embarrassingly loud moan from his throat. His hips undulated forward against gaz's hip before he could think, his head falling forward into the junction between gaz's neck and shoulder.
Surprisingly, Gaz didn't stop playing with his hair, although soap could feel his chest shaking slightly with giggles. "You like a bit of pain do you Tav?"
Now, Soap wasn't too embarrassed about his reaction. He was however embarrassed by the amount of time it took him to even process the words. And then his lack of a reply. Usually he could come up with a cocky, sexy comment. But at the moment he could only come up with a dumb comment, or not even one at all.
In the end his response was a breathy moan, and a barely coherent explanation. "Well.. no.. or never before... but ye hot n' this is hot".
Gaz gave another chuckle, going straight to soaps cock. "Jeez you really got no action recently, mate?" Before tugging on the mohawk again, watching Soap grind before he thought about it. "Well, bros help each other right, tav?"
Soap could barely comprehend the simple question, moaning again. His attempt at a cocky response came out as a honest to god whine "Please~"
And well who was Gaz to deny such a sweet ask?
Soap came embarrassingly quick. He hadn't finished since he was a teen fooling around, and yet, he couldn't bring himself to be embarrassed, even with his pants needing a wash now, from cumming via grinding on his mates thigh.
Gaz's blasted hand, was still gently stroking his hair as soap looked up to meet his gaze. Gaz looked... pretty. Pupils blown wide a slight flush on his face, mouth open slightly, and soap finally registered he could feel gaz's own erection.
He pushed himself up to his knees, slowly regaining his usual bravado. "Ye want a hand with that? Or a mouth?" He palms the bulge to emphasise his point, watching as his mates whole body arches of the bed.
Gaz nods, apparently speechless. Eyes locked on the Scots hand on his dick, through his pants.
Soap undid the buttons with ease, and while pulling out the others bulge, grins "No homo right, Garrick? It's a bro job." And before there was a second to respond, he took the other to the hilt, reveling in the feeling of the hands burying back in his hair. And holding back a snort at the sound of his mates head hitting the wall.
(Hehehe this was so fun to write. Haven't really written anything porny or stuff before so it's not the best, but I love these two so much!)
