#this is..as rommy would say..a nothingburger

[ohclaire]

“Oh bloody hell…fuckin’ yanks…that’s just against the laws of nature.”

Kyle had caught you microwaving water for tea. Which, say what you will, but you didn’t have a kettle growing up so that was normal for you. That’s not what disturbed you, though. Rather…what he just called you.

You turn around slowly, brows furrowed, “…what did you just call me?”

He must think you’re mad because he goes to defend himself, hands raising in surrender, until you let out a laugh.

“Yank? Like…yankee doodle dandy?” You set down the mug, looking at him incredulously while throwing your head back to laugh. “Do you guys really call us that?”

“…yes?” He’s confused at your surprise and joy at a term he would barely bat an eye at, but you pay him no heed.

You just go back to (poorly) making your tea, humming Yankee Doodle Dandy to yourself as you go.

[rawme-price]

Thinking about ghost and gaz who, due to trauma and personal reasons, are both strictly tops, right?

Usually they make it work. Toys, mutual masturbation, jerking eachother off. Sure, with the random libido spikes it's a challenge, but nothing two SAS soldiers can't handle.

Sometimes, though, that craving for a nice warm hole to fuck just gets to be too much. Which leads to a pair of the hottest men you've seen hanging around the back of your local bar.

This is a practiced song and dance for them. Ghost far more particular about partner but lacking the social finesse, he points to people he wants and let's gaz do the rest.

Really, kyle has you the moment he leaned one shoulder against the wall, semi-caging you in with that warm smile. The heated kiss was just a bonus on top.

You'll only make the connection that they're married when kyle pulls ghost in for a kiss over your body. The fat underside of his cock rubbing over your tongue, ghost's cock buried deep in your hole.

You twist, desperate to see them, to soak in that genuine love you only receive fractions of. It's wet and messy, the scars on ghosts face dripping more spit onto your back than anything. But kyle only presses further, moaning against his husbands skin.

Afterwards, when you feel like your joints may give out and at least ten percent of your weight is cum, they'll pull you in between them with a content sigh. You'll drift off to bed between two lovers without feeling like a brick wall.

In the kitchen, far before you wake, you'll miss the conversation ghost and gaz have about a more permanent third.