You woke up this morning hotter than you had ever been in your entire life. Your entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat, oversized shirt and shorts sticking uncomfortably to your body. But it would have taken an army to pull you away from the bed, with the five of you all cuddled up together. Simon and Johnny on either side of you, with Price tucked behind Johnny and Kyle laying in between your legs with his head on your stomach. You were the first one awake, if the symphony of snores was anything to go by, and you couldn’t help the grin that spread over your face as you snuggled further into your boys.
The grin grew as the memories of last night came flooding back.
You had been glued Johnny and Kyle in the back seat on the way home, then had plastered yourself to Simon when he had pulled you out of the car once you arrived back at base.
“Really were starved for it huh love?” Price chuckled. The five of you were now back in the common room, and you had pushed Simon onto the couch before climbing into his lap and grabbing John’s hand and pulling him down next to you. Glancing back at Kyle and Johnny to make sure they were still here, finding them on the floor, shoulder pressed against Simon’s legs and each other.
Satisfied that everyone was here, you buried your face further into Simon’s neck, flushed both from the comment and the contact. You were still drunk enough to get away with this right now, the liquor lowering your inhibitions and allowing you to finally get what you had craved for so long. So you were more than content to let yourself float as they started talking, basking in the heat of Simon’s lap and having your team so close.
And Simon smelled so good. He was just wearing a plain black medical mask tonight, so your nose was pressed right up against his bare skin.
Maybe just a lick. Just one to see what he tasted like before you went back to normal tomorrow. And he seemed so caught up in conversation with the boys he probably wouldn’t even notice. You could be subtle enough, and you needed it, needed it more than air at this point.
So you did it slowly, gently pushing your face further into the crook of his neck, nuzzling gently. A big inhale, and then just a quick dart of your tongue, out and back.
What you weren’t expecting was for him to taste so good. He hadn’t seemed to notice either, no tightening of the hands around your waist, no hitch in his breath. One more wouldn’t hurt.
What you didn’t see was John’s eyes glued to you, having been watching you practically huffing Simon for the past few minutes. You were so absorbed in his Lieutenant that you didn’t even seem to notice that the room had gone silent upon your first lick, all of them waiting to see if you would do it again. And then you did, tongue darting out to lick fully up the side of Simon’s neck, a cute little smile gracing your face as you tucked yourself back into his neck.
“Simon taste good love?” Price teased, smirking as you stiffened and whined at being caught.
“Captain asked you a question, how do I taste?” Simon asked, hands on your hips tightening.
“Mm” you whined, squeezing your eyes tighter together as you heard your fellow Sergeants chuckling. At your non answer, Simon reached up and pulled your face from his neck, hand immediately grabbing your chin and squeezing. At this, your eyes flew open, looking first at Simon and then to Price before nodding.
“Tastes really good sir.” Then to Simon, a quiet and meek, “Sorry Sir. Just…” You trailed off, eyes finding the spot you had licked before tears began to fill your eyes.
“Just needed to know, needed to know what you taste like. Something to hold me over when things go back to normal tomorrow when we’re all sober.” Then, you begin to pull away, trying to climb out of Simon’s hold and retreat back into the safety of your room.
You get one foot on the ground before you’re being pulled off the couch and down in between Kyle and Johnny.
“What’dya mean, back tae normal?” Johnny whines, mimicking Simon as he grabs your chin to force you to look at him. Price is reaching down to wipe the tears off your face, fighting the urge to stick the finger that’s wet with your tears into his mouth.
“Don’t be mean Johnny!” You whine, trying again to escape their hold, but they have a firm grip on you, and absolutely no intention of letting you go until they figure this out.
“This has been really nice, but we are all drunk and, well, I can be a lot… and I don’t want to annoy you guys, because some times I just can’t be touched at all and then other times I need a lot of physical contact and it can be a lot to deal with so it’s honestly just easier if you guys just forget that…” Kyle’s hand gently comes to rest on top of your mouth, ceasing your rambling.
“I don’t know what fucker told you that you were ever to much for having wants and needs and boundaries, but I swear to god, if I ever meet them, they’re dead.” He growls out, eyes alight with fury.
“But, and I think I speak for all of us, it is perfectly acceptable that sometimes you can’t be touched, and it’s also perfectly acceptable that sometimes you need a lot of physical contact. God knows the rest of us have enough quirks and trauma to match. But we cannot help you unless we know that there’s a problem. Now that we know you do want to be touched, good luck getting us off of you!” He joked, winking at you as a small smile crept onto your face.
“And if you need to not be touched, or need some time alone, or anything really, that’s ok to. But again, you need to tell us.” Simon murmurs.
“Do you understand?” Price asks, huffing when you nod.
“Words Sergeant.”
“Yes Sir, I understand.”
“Good! Now, there’s just one more thing we need to clear up before we can go to bed. Just how far are we allowed to go?”
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So with the reception the first part got, and how much I am loving writing this, I think I’m going to make it a mini series. So smut incoming…
And just like that, you were completely sober. Realistically, you knew that this question was coming.
It was a completely logical, reasonable question to ask.
Boundaries were essential, and having conversations about what your boundaries were was a perfectly reasonable and respectful thing to do.
But right now, when you were still slightly tipsy and reeling from all of the touching and affirmation, your brain wasn't exactly functioning on all cylinders.
"Uhmm..." You stammered out, wanting nothing more than to tuck yourself back into Simons neck and simply pass away.
"If all you want is some hugs, we can do that love." Kyle says softly, his hand stroking comforting circles on your calf that weren't at all distracting.
"No!" You blurted, startling even yourself with your volume. "No, I mean, I want more than... but I... I don't... I don't want to put you all in a position where you guys are uncomfortable, or ask for to much, so really it's whatever you guys are comfortable with!"
Behind you, Johnny snorts, an indignant puff of air on the back of your neck.
"Whatever we are comfortable with aye! Well then love..."
"Johnny!" Price's voice is sharp, cutting him off midsentence. When he focuses his attention back on you, his expression softer than you've ever seen it, you're not quite sure what to make of it. "Love, I think I speak for all of us that we're more than comfortable with a lot more than a few hugs." He practically spits the words hugs, but he is moving on before you have time to ask.
"Now, I'm going to ask you one more time what you are comfortable with, because I highly doubt that you are going to say anything that we aren't willing to give you. So, what do you want from us love?"
You had two options here. You could be honest with them, tell them that you wanted, no needed all of them. That on the days where you sat and watched them simply love each other your chest got so tight that it hurt to breathe, hurt to even be around them because of the force of your want. You could impose on their dynamic and insert yourself even further into their life and you could be happy, even if just for a little bit.
Or, you could take the safe route, the familiar route. Close yourself off and lie to their faces and save everyone in this situation from a world of very probably hurt.
You had never been very good at communicating your feelings, at asking for what you needed, or at taking what you so desperately wanted.
And you all lived very dangerous lives. One of you could be deployed at any moment and never come back.
But as you looked around at your boys, no, your family, waiting somewhat patiently for your answer, you found that you were tired of waiting, tired of denying yourself. Tired of ending things before they even began.
"All the way. I want you. I want all of you, and anything and everything that you are willing to give me."
It's a content smile that lights up Johns face, his eyes shining with knowing like he had just been waiting for you to say it.
And if anyone was going to know something that you had only just admitted to yourself, it was going to be your captain.
Then, you are once again being passed around like a lap doll. You're pulled out of Johnnys arms and into Kyles where he is whispering into your ear how proud he is of you, peppering your face with kisses as he grips your hips.
Johnny steals you back then, planting kisses across your shoulder and up your neck, whispers of "gonna take such good care of ya love. Promise!"
Then he is passing you off to Simon. Once you are planted firmly in his lap, he grips your chin, the soft smile on his face enough to bring a shy one to yours before he's ducking his head and licking up your neck the same way that you had done to him.
"How's she taste Lt?" Johnny cheers as Simon passes you to John, who had been patiently waiting his turn.
"Like ours." Simon rasps, his voice thick with contentment as he reaches down to kiss Johnny.
"You're sure about this love?" John asks, eyes searching your own, checking in with you one last time because he wouldn't be John if he didn't.
"Kiss me John!" You whine, eager to be claimed in the same way that the rest of them have claimed you. And when his lips meet yours, it's impossible not to smile, surrounded by warmth and drunk on contact.
And, to absolutely no ones surprise, John is a good kisser. So much so that the commotion of the rest of your group clambering about behind you seems to fade as every one of your senses hones in on John.
His lips on yours, one hand tangled in your hair, the other running up and down your thigh, and then his tongue comes into play and you lose it, whining into his mouth as you try desperately to get yourself as close as possible to him.
"Fuckin 'ell love!" Kyle groans as he pushes himself up behind you. "Make that noise again and I don't know if I can be held responsible for any and all future actions!"
You hear Jonny and Simon voice their agreements behind you as Kyle runs his hands from your waist to your tits, tweaking your nipples before bringing one hand to loosely wrap around your throat and practically ripping a moan out of you.
John pulls back at that, eyes immediately finding Kyles hand wrapped around your throat, and his spit slicked and swollen lips twitch underneath his beard.
"Kyle!" It's a warning that is heavily undermined by the fact that you can feel him hardening underneath you. Now it's your turn to wrench a noise out of John as you grind down onto him, with Kyle chuckling behind you.
"Don't pretend you don't like her pretty little noises from my hand wrapped around her throat just as much as I did, John." He teases, ducking down to nip at your neck as he keeps eye contact with John.
"If you two are gonna fuck over there then Simon and I are stealing the lass and going to bed!" Johnny whines as he detaches himself from Simon and refocuses on you.
But surprisingly, it's Simon who reaches out and scruffs Johnny, pulling his eager hands away from the three of you.
"We aren't fucking her tonight."
"What!" Your whines mix in with Johnny and Kyles as Kyles hand tightens just a bit around your neck, as if he is preparing for Simon to rip you away from him.
John sighs as he stills your hips, bringing your attention back to him.
"Simon is right love. You've done a lot tonight, gone from zero to a hundred real quick, it's probably best if you..."
"Don't say it John!" You spit, grinding down on him to further assert your point.
"Yeah John!" Johnny joins in, reaching a hand out to his bicep, putting on his best puppy dog face.
"You're really going to make me sleep alone?"
"Now, who said anything about sleeping alone?" Simon said, standing from the couch and making for the door.
20 minutes later and some light cursing later, Johnny and Simon had hauled their mattresses into Prices room, creating one big super mattress with a veritable nest of blankets for the five of you to sleep on.
You had kept Kyle tucked up against you, not wanting to lose the contact for even a second, guiding him down onto a chair and straddling him, refusing to let him up even for a second.
And Kyle was more than happy to stay underneath you as the rest of the boys fought with the mattress. Plus, you needed someone to help you hatch a plan to get John and Simon to let your boys fuck you tonight.
So in between kisses, Kyle told you about the spot right beneath Simons ear that would make him whine so prettily, and how Joh had sensitive nipples but that he would never admit to it.
Once the bed nest was ready, Kyle dutifully carried you over to it, dropping you in between Simon and Johnny as he crawled between your legs, a wicked smirk on his face as he pressed kisses into your stomach.
But as you snuggled up with your boys, contentment heavy in your body, your drinks catching up with you, sleep a valiant contender in the fight.
"Thank you, for tonight." You whispered into Simons neck, trying to get yourself to stretch to reach the spot Kyle had told you about.
Simons chuckled vibrated through you as he dropped a kiss onto your forehead, then your nose before finally reaching your lips. "Your welcome, but don't even try it love. Jus' go to sleep!" He whispered against your lips.
"Whaddya mean don..."
"You and Kyle weren't being very quiet about your plans." John pipes up from Johnnys other side, hand leaving Johnnys hip to find your own and pinch.
"Don't know what you're talking 'bout!" You whine, but it's soft, sleep winning the battle.
"Just go to sleep love. We will be here when you wake up. Promise!" Simon whispers, lips pressed to your cheek.
