Ghost x Soap
⚠️NSFW⚠️
Sequel to "One Bed"
••After a night of drinking, Soap convinces Ghost to accept his repayment

The scent of alcohol hung in Ghost's room like a haze. The dim lighting added to the comforting atmosphere.

Ghost and Soap had talked and shared a few drinks late into the night. Soap was currently sprawled out in Ghost's bed, face buried in his pillow, while Ghost had gone to take a piss. He returned a few moments later and nudged Soap over as he clambered into the bed.

Soap let out a soft whine as he was pushed, though he soon relented and reluctantly scooted over to make room. Once Ghost was in bed, he scooted back over and laid his head on Ghost's chest.

"Y'ever think about my offer?" He asked after a moment of silence. Ghost's skin was warm beneath his cheek.

Ghost mindlessly ran his fingers through Soap's hair. "What offer?"

"Repayment. Y'know, for a couple weeks ago."

"Ah."

Soap looked up at him, noting how he appeared to be lost in thought. "We don' have to. Jus' thought I'd offer to return th' favor by pleasurin' you."

Ghost was quiet as he turned his head down to gaze at Soap. When words failed him, his eyes sent a silent message that Soap picked up on far slower than he'd like to admit.

"We can start slow. You tell me what feels good, and I'll keep on doin' that. How's that sound?"

"I always knew you were eager to please, Johnny, but not this much." Ghost teased, masking the slight unease in his tone well as he ruffled Soap's mohawk.

Soap swatted Ghost's hand away and fixed his hair. "What can I say? I live to serve, LT." He said with a wink. "Seriously, though. Just gimme the word and I'll stop. I want you to be comfortable, 'kay?"

Ghost nodded, watching Soap with an amused gaze. This should be fun.

Soap smiled softly and slid his hand across Ghost's stomach to rest near his hip. Slowly, he started rubbing gentle circles into his hip with his thumb.

Ghost snorted. "Is this supposed to be a massage or some shit?"

"Yeh, somethin' like that. Y'like it?"

"I do, but I'd much rather you massage my shoulders. They're fuckin' sore as hell..."

"Aye aye, LT." Soap smirked.

He rolled over on top of Ghost, straddling his hips and sitting up a bit so he could reach his shoulders. Resting his hands on Ghost's broad shoulders, he gently began working his fingers into the muscle.

Ghost groaned softly and tilted his head back, his eyes fluttering.

"That feel good?" Soap asked as he leaned in to press a tender kiss to Ghost's jaw.

Humming in response, Ghost wrapped his arms around the small of Soap's back, keeping him close. He welcomed the act of affection and eagerly waited for more.

"I take that as a yes."

A chuckle escaped Soap and he scooted a bit closer to gain better access to Ghost's neck. He considered himself to be quite good at multitasking, so he thought he'd try pleasuring Ghost two ways at once.

While his hands continued to massage, his lips explored the warm, soft expanse of Ghost's neck. He left a trail of gentle, lingering kisses from the base of Ghost's jaw down to near his collarbone. Occasionally, he'd nibble and suck a little just to test the waters. Ghost never protested—he appeared to be enjoying himself—so Soap kept moving onward.

Eventually, lust muddled his concentration. His hands left Ghost's shoulders and wandered back down to his hips while his kisses steadily grew rougher and more passionate. A burst of pleasure jolted through his core when Ghost gripped his ass and softly moaned.

"Mm.. Johnny...~"

"Hm..?"

"C'mere..."

Soap raised his head from Ghost's neck and was immediately pulled into a kiss. His hands flailed a bit to steady himself before he could finally settle and properly return the affection. Their lustful hunger intensified, fueled by the buzz of alcohol and burning waves of heat crashing into one another.

Somewhere along the line, Ghost's hands began to fumble with the buckle of Soap's belt. Soap didn't stop him, instead wriggling out of his jeans and boxers while coming back every few seconds for another quick, heated kiss. He helped Ghost undress as well and kicked their jeans off the bed into a crumpled pile by the wall.

"What's th' safe word, LT?" Soap asked once they had pulled apart for air, panting softly.

Ghost wracked his lust-ridden brain for the first word that came to mind, not caring how stupid it was.

"Whiskey."

"Whiskey? Interestin' choice."

"You makin' fun of me, MacTavish?"

"Wouldn't dream of it, sir."

"Good."

Soap adjusted his position before slowly pressing into Ghost. He stayed still for a moment, allowing time to get used to the sensation until a grunt from Ghost gave him permission to move.

Starting a slow pace, he gently rolled his hips and gripped the sheets on either side of Ghost's head. Soft grunts and groans escaped both of them as pleasure began to build within their cores.

Gradually, Soap increased his pace, jerking his hips a bit more roughly to bury himself deeper. Ghost didn't try to contain himself, instead allowing his moans to escape and not be muffled. Price and the others already knew about their relationship, as they had been chewed out after the last incident, so he didn't see any point in holding back.

The bed creaked under their combined weight and the force of Soap's thrusts, only adding to the collection of pleasured noises now filling the room.

They continued long into the night, going several rounds until both became too tired to keep going. Satisfied with the repayment, Ghost kept Soap close and allowed exhaustion to finally take over.