hide & go seek
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Fandom: Call of Duty MW II
Relationship: John "Soap" MacTavish / Simon "Ghost" Riley Tags: Omegaverse - Alpha Ghost - Omega Soap - Non Canon - Smut - Wolf Shifters - PWP 5,500 words. One-Shot. Complete. When Captain Price declares that Ghost has the best scent tracking nose he's ever encountered, Soap playfully doubts his claim. He decides to make Ghost prove it, setting up a game of hide and go seek with an extra special prize at the end.
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Late in the evening, Gaz, Price, Soap, and Ghost relaxed in one of the common rooms on base. They were at their favorite table enjoying a rare, peaceful night in. None of them had felt up to leaving base to go to one of the local bars frequented by the soldiers in the area, so they shared war stories over pretzels and Coke they’d grabbed from the canteen.
Price, who had the most stories of them all, pointed at Ghost with his cigar.
“This one here has the best nose I’ve ever encountered on an alpha. Can sniff out a single strawberry a mile away, buried beneath a pile of rancid fish.”
Gaz groaned. “Not another thing he’s good at. What can’t Ghost do?”
Ghost shrugged. Some of his abilities were natural – like his scent tracking. Others were due to years of intense training. He used them as needed to get the job done.
A disbelieving scoff came from Soap. “I don’t believe you, Captain. Besides, he can’t smell anything when he’s running around with that skull mask covering his mouth and nose.”
Ghost turned his head slightly to look at Soap. The omega’s blue eyes gleamed with deviltry. “Is that a challenge, Johnny?”
Johnny smirked. “Always, Lt.”
Now their head alpha pointed his cigar at Soap.
“I take personal offense to you doubting me, Soap.”
Price then proceeded to tell of various times Ghost had sniffed out an enemy target. Each tale grew more outlandish until Gaz and Soap were roaring with laughter and even Ghost’s shoulders shook with silent chuckles.
Eventually, they let the subject drop. The topic moved on to a discussion of the football game that was supposed to take place between personnel on base tomorrow.
“They’ll probably cancel it on account of the storm coming through,” Gaz said. The young alpha frowned in disappointment. “It’s supposed to be a big one.”
Pierce nodded. “No doubt they will.”
“Shame,” Soap said. “I was looking forward to it. Guess I’ll have to find something else to do to pass the time.”
A few hours later, the four members of the 141 left the common room and made their way back to their quarters. Price went one way and Gaz another, both alphas conveniently turning a blind eye to the fact that Ghost drew Soap into his room, shutting the door behind them.
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The next day, Ghost spent the morning training one of the shifter units. Then in the afternoon, he was called into an officer’s meeting. As much as he hated being forced to sit still in a dim room looking at charts and satellite images on a projector screen, he knew this part of his job was just as important as what he did out in the field. After what seemed like forever, but in reality, was only a couple of hours, the officer leading the meeting called a halt to the discussion. Someone flipped on the lights and they were dismissed.
Relieved to finally be released, Ghost left the meeting, cracking his neck when he stepped out into the main area. Free for the rest of the evening, he headed to his room. He was halfway down the hall to his room when he abruptly stopped. He’d caught a whiff of a familiar scent. A scent that he loved. The scent of Soap’s arousal. Johnny’s room was on a different hall so if he was jerking off in his room, he wouldn’t be able to smell it here. Especially not with the scent barriers in place on the doors of all the soldiers who were wolf shifters. Which meant that Soap had to be in Ghost’s quarters.
Behind his balaclava, a smile of anticipation spread across his face. He started walking again, moving quickly to get to Soap faster. When he reached his room, the door was ajar, accounting for the lovely smell escaping into the hall. He pushed open the door, expecting to see Johnny laid out on his bed, naked, hand sliding up and down on his slick, erect cock. But when he stepped inside and closed the door, he was greeted by the silence of an empty room.
Ghost frowned in confusion. His nose wasn’t wrong. Johnny had been here. The scent of his arousal was unmistakable, growing stronger the closer he got to his bed. Did the little fucker slip into his room, jerk off, and then disappear before Ghost’s return?
Standing next to his bed, Ghost realized the scent was concentrated on his pillow. He picked it up and brought it to his nose, inhaling Johnny’s sultry musk. The smell of it got him half-hard, made him think of all the times he’d worked Johnny with his tongue, or with his fingers, or on his cock until the smell of the omega’s arousal flooded the room.
When he dragged the pillow away from his face, something on the bed caught his eye. A scrap of paper that had been hidden by the pillow. Tossing the pillow aside, he snatched up the note, reading a message written in Soap’s messy scrawl.
You’ve got the best nose? Let’s put it to the test. Hide and go seek, Lt. Find me before the hour is up and I’ll ride you the same way I rode your pillow. Your time started about two minutes ago. Good luck.
Wondering how Soap knew when to start the time, he looked back at the door. There he saw a small digital timer, clearly taken from one of Soap’s explosive devices. Without knowing it was there, he’d triggered it to start when he closed the door. A minute and twenty-five seconds had passed.
“Fucking hell, Johnny.” Ghost breathed the curse, thinking how lucky he was to have a lover who was so clever.
Once again, anticipation shivered over his skin. Only this time it was accompanied by the primal urge to hunt. He would track his cheeky little lover down with no problem. And he hoped Johnny was alone wherever he was because he was going to fuck him the moment he found him. Eager for the challenge, he barely refrained from throwing back his head to release a wild, predatory howl.
Crumpling the note into a ball, he threw it on the bed before he turned and left the room. In the hall, he pulled his balaclava up to the bridge of his nose so that he could sniff the air. He immediately caught Johnny’s scent again. It floated to him from the direction of the gym.
Ghost grinned. “Too easy, Johnny.”
He took off, long strides eating up the distance between his room and the base’s large workout area. At the gym, he pushed open the swinging door. He was hit with the smells of old and fresh sweat, regulation body wash, and even the oil the staff used to maintain the machines. Several soldiers were there working out. None of them were Soap.
Ghost breathed in, picking up the scent he was tracking buried beneath the stale smells of the gym. It led him to the locker room. He stalked forward, fingers flexing then clenching into fists as he fought to hold back his lust, ready to claim his prize. A wet romp in the showers sounded perfect.
But there was no Johnny in the locker room either. His nose pulled him to one of the lockers. It was too narrow to fit his boyfriend’s muscular frame so Johnny must have left him something inside. A low, frustrated growl escaping him, he yanked open the locker to find a find a pair of Johnny’s square cut briefs tossed on top of a two-way radio. With a laugh at Soap’s ingenuity, he picked up the briefs. The front had a small damp patch and smelled of Johnny’s pre-cum.
Ghost’s mouth watered. He touched the tip of his tongue to the wet spot, tasting his lover. A groan rumbled deep in his chest. He needed more than that. Needed to lick his tongue up the hot length of his lover’s cock until he could taste those pearly drops right from the source. He picked up the radio and clicked it on.
“Soap. How copy?”
There was a short moment of staticky silence before Soap answered.
“Ghost.”
“I thought I’d found you.”
A husky laugh came over the air wave. “You didn’t think I’d make it that easy, did you?”
“I’m glad you didn’t,” Ghost replied as he was stuffing Johnny’s underwear in his pants pocket. “I like a challenge.”
“And I’m glad you’re enjoying the hunt, Lt. But hurry up. I had fun riding your pillow. Got me nice and hard. But I’d rather have the real thing between my thighs.”
Ghost growled, heat coiling behind his navel as he pictured Soap humping himself on his pillow. “As much as I love watching you bounce yourself on my cock, you’ve got me too riled up with this hunt for that. Gonna fuck you like a mad man when I find you.”
“You always fuck me like a mad man. You are a mad man.”
“Then you know what to expect.”
Soap chuckled. “Aye, I do. Go seek, Simon. The clock is ticking.”
Ghost left the locker room, bringing the radio with him. He followed Johnny’s fading scent, arriving at the mess hall.
People looked at him curiously as he prowled through the large space, gripping a two-way radio. But no one was foolish enough to get in his way. In fact, the crowd of soldiers there to eat parted before him, humans and shifters both scuttling to the side to give him an open path through.
He raised the radio, speaking low to keep their convo private. “Smart. Attempting to disguise your scent first in the gym and now with all the food and people. But I can sniff you out anywhere, Johnny. Your lovely scent is a part of me now. Burned into my senses from all the times I’ve breathed while I have your cum on my tongue or your slick on my cock.”
A rough, desperate groan came through the radio’s speaker.
“Stop talking like that or I’ll come before you get here.”
Ghost grinned, happy to hear that Soap was just as worked up as he was. “I’ll be there soon, love.”
On the other side of the mess, he came to a set of exit doors. A familiar black glove was on top of the door frame. He reached up and grabbed it, shoving it in his other pocket.
“How’d you get that glove way up there, Sergeant? Stood on a chair?”
“Very funny, Ghost,” Johnny said sourly. “I’m not short, you’re just a fucking mountain.”
Ghost laughed at Soap’s annoyance at being teased about his height. “You’re outside,” he said. Soap had to be outside, the glove a clear indication he’d left the building.
The promised storm hit as he spoke, rain coming down in fat, heavy drops.
“Uh-oh, it’s raining. Do you want to call this off?”
Ghost immediately responded. “Not on your life.”
Soap hummed, soft and low. “Then you’d better hurry before the rain completely washes away my trail,” he said with a hint of amusement to his husky voice.
Ghost clipped the radio to his belt. He shoved open the door and stepped outside, heedless of the downpour soaking his mask and clothes. Turning his head from left to right, he searched for Johnny’s scent trail. It didn’t take long to realize it came from the wooded forest to the left of the base. Johnny was waiting for him there. This time he did howl, unable to hold it back when he was so close to capturing his prize.
He started running, sprinting across the mile-long length of the field, heavy boots splashing in the occasional mud puddle, rain dripping into his eyes.
Once he reached the tree line he stopped, his chest heaving with exertion. With the myriad smells of the forest, it would be easier to find Soap in his wolf form where his tracking and scenting ability was strongest. He quickly removed his mask, clothes, and boots, storing them in the crook of a wide tree branch for safe keeping. He left the radio behind too. When he was naked, he shifted. He willingly embraced the familiar pull and stretch of bone, skin, and muscle as the change easily took over his body. Once the transformation was complete, a big, tawny gold wolf had taken the place of the man.
His nose to the ground, he took a moment to get his bearings. There, to the east, Johnny’s scent was strongest. With a sharp yip of excitement, he set off. Ghost loped through the woods, pausing often to sniff the air and make sure he was on the right track. As he ran, his big paws were near silent over Earth’s carpet of dirt, grass, and fallen leaves. His pale gold coat was impossible to hide in the darkening forest, but the prey he sought wanted to be found so he wasn’t concerned with stealth.
He kept moving toward the east. As he weaved through the trees, a breeze blew, rich with the smell of rain. But it also carried a delightful scent. Johnny’s arousal. It was heavy in the air blowing over Ghost’s snout. He was almost there.
He stopped, turning his head in the direction the wind came from, ears pricked forward to catch any sounds. The rain slowed to a light, quiet drizzle, as if to help him concentrate. Ghost started moving again, with a predator’s slow, patient prowl.
Less than a minute later, he finally found his lover. Soap sat cross-legged on the ground. He’d rigged up a tarp tied between two trees to shield himself from the rain. He was naked except for a loose pair of shorts. His hand was down the front of them, languidly stroking his cock. For a few breathless seconds, Ghost stayed hidden behind a thick bush, watching his lover shamelessly pleasuring himself.
“Ghost. I know you’re close.” His breath hitched. “And so am I.”
Ghost wasn’t going to miss that. He stepped into sight, then quickly shifted back to his human form.
“Holy shite, Ghost!” Soap called across the short distance that separated them.
Ghost arched a brow in question. “Did you doubt I would find you?”
“No. But I didn’t think you would do it this fast. You’ve still got twenty-five minutes left on the clock.”
“If you want, I can leave and come back later.” He turned as if to go.
Soap scrambled from under his makeshift shelter.
“You’d better not leave! I’ve been hard all this time and I’m dying to come.”
Turning back, Ghost strode across the small clearing to his omega. Soap stood there waiting for him. His warmly tanned skin seemed to glow in the fading sunlight that filtered through the tree cover and raindrops sparkled on his wide shoulders. His chest was broad, nipples tight from the slight chill in the air. Dark hair swirled over his chest, then narrowed down into a fine line that disappeared into his shorts. Ghost knew all too well how soft that hair was from all the times he’d followed that trail with his lips and fingertips. The thin gray shorts did nothing to hide his erection. It strained against the fabric, pointing almost directly at Ghost. A satisfied thrill that he’d successfully tracked Soap’s delicious scent until he found him beat in his chest.
When Ghost reached him, he stepped in close – the proximity forcing Soap to tilt his head back to maintain eye contact. As much as he loved that Johnny was a strong omega with deadly skills of murder and mayhem, he loved their size difference too and exploited it whenever he could. “And whose fault is that, Johnny?”
Soap grinned, bottom lip caught between his teeth, blue eyes practically glowing in the low light of the forest.
“Just wanted to have a bit of fun. And I couldn’t resist having you show off and use your ridiculously talented skills to track something good instead of another bad guy. I know how much you love to show off for me.”
“I did have fun.” He slipped his arms around Johnny’s waist in a loose hug. “And now I want my reward.”
“Claim it. It’s yours,” Soap said in his husky brogue.
“Always has been.”
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As Soap watched Ghost approach, his belly clenched tight with desire. His massive form was pale, solid with muscle, and slick from rain. Shifting and the rain had removed nearly all traces of his eye black, laying bare the beautiful face he kept hidden from most of the world. His long, thick cock rested soft against his thigh. It wouldn’t be that way for long.
Ghost slid both hands into his waistband to push his shorts down, Soap wiggling his hips to help them fall. They hit his ankles and he stepped out of them. Ghost gripped his naked ass hard, using the hold to bring their bodies flush together. Soap groaned when his cock slid against Ghost’s hot skin. He loved that Ghost wasn’t afraid to be rough with him, didn’t feel the need to temper his strength. He was an omega built strong and sturdy and he gave as good as he got. Soap pushed at Ghost’s wide chest, forcing him back against a tree.
The alpha growled at the light challenge. In retaliation, he grasped the back of Soap’s neck, almost scruffing him to bring him in for a kiss. Their lips met and clung until Soap’s parted on a single breath. Ghost took advantage, licking into his mouth, turning the kiss hot and wet. He moved on to mouthing tiny love bites down Soap’s throat before slowly licking over his scent gland. Soap shivered at the damp caress. No one but Ghost touched him there - that intimate spot on wolves was reserved for lovers and mates. And Ghost had been his almost from the moment they’d laid eyes on each other.
Ghost pulled back, staring down at him with his dark, intense gaze.
“Want to claim you.”
“I know.” Soap lightly gripped his lover’s shoulders, brushing his thumbs over his scent glands. “One day we will claim each other.”
The only thing stopping them from doing so was military regulations. The higher ups weren’t dumb enough to try and stop wolves from fucking. With their hormones and heats and ruts it would be impossible to enforce. But they drew the line at any of their soldiers taking a mate from within the ranks.
“It’s a bullshit regula-.”
Soap pushed up on his tiptoes so he could press his lips to Ghost’s, cutting off the complaint. He had a feeling his alpha wouldn’t abide by the rule for much longer. Hell, he was ready to say fuck it and claim his mate as well. But he didn’t want them to make that decision while they were in the heat of passion.
Deciding to get them back to the reason they were there naked in the forest, Soap slipped down to the ground before Ghost. The rain dampened grass served as a soft cushion for his knees. He looked up at his alpha towering above him. He stood still as a tree, expression stern and intimidating, but the involuntary tightening of his stomach muscles and twitch of his cock belied how eager he was for what was about to happen.
Soap ran his palms up the thick thighs in front of him. The light blond hair dusting them was nearly invisible, but the many scars stood out in stark relief. Soap brushed his fingertips over the biggest ones, whispered kisses over several others. He moved in to nuzzle his face between those thighs, then up to drag his lips over Ghost’s heavy balls and fully erect cock. Breathing in deep, he drew the scent of his lover’s arousal into his lungs. Ghost had said that his scent was burned into his senses. It was the same for him. He would know Simon’s scent in his sleep.
And his taste. His taste was heaven. He parted his lips, softly sucking the head of Simon’s cock into his mouth in order to savor the taste of the pre-cum leaking from the slit. He took too long teasing and playing there, because Simon grew impatient and pressed a hand to the back of his head. Soap willingly gave in to the pressure, letting it push his lips down the length of Simon’s cock until he’d taken all that he could.
Eyes drifting closed so he could focus on his senses of taste and smell, he worked his mouth back and forth. The throbbing, heavy weight on his tongue made him moan with pleasure. He started to suck faster, occasionally pausing to swirl his tongue over the swollen, leaking head.
At Simon’s deep-chested groan, Soap opened his eyes and looked up at him. His body was strung tight, head pressed back against the tree, a muscle flexing in his clenched jaw. He groaned again, then reached down to cup Soap’s face with one big hand, thumb brushing over his cheekbone.
“Need you to stop or this will be over in about two seconds.”
Only slightly disappointed at having to stop, Soap slowly dragged his mouth up the long, stiff length one last time. He pressed a lingering, open mouth kiss to the head before he pulled completely away. “Eager for it are you?” he asked with a wicked grin.
Ghost dropped to his knees. He pushed Soap to his back then hovered over him on all fours, caging him in, his big body blocking out everything behind him.
“I am. You had me so worked up I licked your goddamn underwear.”
Soap barked a laugh. “You didn’t,” he said in amused disbelief.
“I did. Hunting you, tracking your scent was driving me crazy. Needed a taste to tide me over until I had this…” He paused to dip down and lick over the head of Soap’s cock. “On my tongue,” he finished.
“Impatient and greedy,” Soap teased.
“Only for you,” Ghost freely admitted.
Fond and full of love, Soap reached down and pushed his fingers into Simon’s messy, wavy blond hair. “Same, Lt.”
With a smile shining in his eyes, Simon gave Soap a quick kiss. Then, he went straight to what he wanted. He licked over the head of Soap’s cock once more before using the flat of his tongue to taste the entire length.
Soap rose up on his elbows to watch that pink tongue lick all over his shaft. But once Simon started to suck him, he fell back to the ground with a gasp. He writhed and moaned as Simon pleasured him with rough finesse, the suction of his mouth was tight and wet, and he caressed the base of his cock with slow strokes of his thumb. It didn’t take long before he was dangerously close to the edge. And like Simon, he didn’t want this to be over too soon.
Hands clasped to either side of Simon’s head, he pulled his lover up and straight into a desperate kiss. “Now,” he panted once he broke away from the kiss. “Need you, Simon.”
Simon nipped at his bottom lip. “Not as much as I need you.”
Thanks to their prolonged, unusual foreplay and the amazing blow job he’d just received, Soap didn’t need to be prepped. He was already slick and open, ready to be penetrated.
Rising up on his knees, Ghost gripped the base of his cock in one hand, holding it steady as he pressed the head to Soap’s entrance.
“Johnny… Always so slick and hot for me.” His deep voice, roughened from years of barking orders and shouting over the sound of gunfire, was soft as he spoke sultry words of praise. “You feel so good. Never felt anything as amazing as being inside you.”
Soap offered up his own praise once his alpha was buried all the way inside him. “Love the way you stretch me. Love feeling full with your cock.”
Simon paused for a moment, giving Soap a breath to adjust to his considerable size. Then, he started to move, giving a few slow, shallow test strokes.
“Okay, love?” he asked.
At Soap’s nod that he was fine, Ghost’s entire demeanor changed. He lowered his head until his chin nearly touched his chest, expression turning hard and focused. Grabbing Soap’s hip, he yanked him down until their bodies were pressed together impossibly tight where they were joined.
“I would seek you across the globe as long as I got this for my reward.”
He started fucking into Soap with deep, powerful thrusts. At each slam in, shocks of pleasure radiated all over Soap from head to toes. He loved when Ghost was in this type of mood, ruthlessly taking and giving pleasure with his gorgeous, strong body. He watched, enthralled with the way Simon moved, admiring the flex of his abs with each thrust. The feel of his cock dragging over his sensitive walls made his toes curl. And then he stroked over that amazing spot that caused tingles to spread all the way to his fingertips. Soap gasped, back arching up from the forest floor.
“Simon!”
Calling out his lover’s name seemed to encourage him to move faster and harder. They fucked, wild and raw, Soap’s fingers digging into Simon’s biceps to hold on and stay in place beneath him. They crushed the grass under Soap’s back, the smell of the broken blades rising into the air to mix with the heady scent of their sex. The juncture of Soap’s hips ached deliciously from Simon keeping his thighs open wide as he pounded away between them.
Panting, his body desperate to move, Soap wrapped his arms and legs around Simon and used his strength to roll them until he was on top. He tried to ride his lover, but Simon was true to his word. He continued to fuck him like a mad man. Holding on to Soap’s hips to keep him still, he repeatedly thrust up so hard that Soap’s cock swayed and his teeth nearly clacked together from the force. Thwarted, all Soap could do was hold on with his thighs squeezed against Ghost’s sides and his palms pressed to his chest.
He gazed down at his lover, at his hair stuck to his forehead from sweat and the rain, at the fierce frown that drew his blond eyebrows together, at the scars that Soap had long ago memorized. But it was Simon’s eyes, dark as night there in the low light of the forest, that held him captive. Those expressive eyes silently spoke a thousand words and Soap understood every single one of them.
It wasn’t long before Ghost rolled them again so that he was back on top. Soap moaned, the throaty sound carrying up to the tree tops. But then Ghost abruptly stopped, slowly pulling out of him.
“Fuck!” Surprised, Soap choked on the curse. He reached for Simon, trying to pull him back down on top of him. “Don’t stop!”
“Not stopping, sweetheart.” He flipped Soap over until he was face down. Then, grasping his hips, yanked him up to his knees. “Want to finish like this.”
He pushed back in to Soap with a single, slick slide. He immediately resumed his powerful thrusts, their bodies slapping together, the sound echoing around the small clearing. The pleasure was so great, shivering over his skin and swirling throughout his body, that Soap gripped handfuls of grass, ripping it from the earth to stop himself from shaking apart. He should have known that Ghost would want it like this. It was the favorite position for them both and fitting for their mood as they fucked on the ground, in the middle of the forest.
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Ghost released all of the feral energy that had built up in him as he followed Johnny’s scent across the base and through the woods. His hands tight on Johnny’s hips, Ghost rocked into him with all of his strength, over and over, pushing them both higher and closer to climax. His eyes remained locked on his lover, never moving away from him. Johnny’s golden skin gleamed with sweat and his shoulder blades were stained green from the grass. Beautiful. His Johnny was beautiful and passionate, rocking back on all fours to meet his pounding thrusts, loud, lusty moans pouring from his mouth.
Ghost slid an arm around Soap’s chest, drawing him up so that they were pressed together back to chest. He continued thrusting as he nuzzled into the side of Johnny’s throat, kissing his scent gland. Johnny tilted his head to the side, granting him access. Unable to bite like he wanted to, he contented himself with the next best thing, sucking hard on the spot, dragging his teeth over it, then biting the spot just above it. He left his mark on Johnny’s throat, possessive pride coiling deep in his gut because everyone would see it and know that Johnny was taken. That he belonged to Ghost.
“Simon,” Soap purred his name out on a low, throaty moan. “You know what that does to me. I’m close.”
Ghost pressed another kiss to the sensitive spot that was reserved for him alone. “I know. I’m there too.”
“Gonna knot me?” he asked breathlessly.
Needing his hands and mouth all over his omega, he swept his palms up and down Johnny’s chest and nipped the shell of his ear before he answered.
“Yeah. Gonna knot you and fill you up with my cum.” His body wouldn’t be satisfied if he didn’t. His balls were so full they ached, and the base of his cock was already starting to swell, bumping over the rim of Johnny’s entrance with each drag out and push in.
Ghost pushed Johnny back down to the all-fours position. He was ready to come and knot his lover, but there was something he wanted to hear first.
“You want my knot?”
“Yes!”
“Then say it,” he demanded.
“I want your knot.”
“No, that’s not what I want to hear. Say I have the best nose.”
The demand startled a laugh out of Soap. He looked back at him over his shoulder.
“Seriously, Ghost? You’re joking at a time like this? When you’re fucking me so hard I’m going to need ice packs for my knees when we’re done?”
Ghost slowed his punishing pace by a hair. “Johnny…” he growled warningly.
With another laugh, Soap gave him what he asked for.
“Simon Ghost Riley, you have the best nose in the entire damn army. Now fucking knot me!”
Ghost gladly obeyed the command. Reaching beneath his lover, he grasped his hard, slick cock. He gripped him tight, the strength of his thrusts forcing Soap’s cock through his fist. Johnny cursed, his brogue so thick Ghost barely understood him. But he understood the clenching on his cock that signaled his approaching orgasm.
“Come on, love,” he urged. “Come for me. Let me feel it.”
His entire body shaking, Johnny threw back his head and cried out.
“Simon. I… Ah!”
He spread his knees wide and dropped down to his elbows, face pressed to the grass as his cock shot his release into Ghost’s fist and onto the forest floor.
Ghost’s chest went tight as he stared down at the pretty picture Johnny made with his ass tilted high and back bowed in a lovely curve. His own cock throbbing, ready to spill, he slammed in hard three more times before he sank deep and held there. His knot started to swell, locking him inside his lover. In the next pounding heartbeat he came, first in a powerful burst that stole his breath, then in slow dragging pulses that pulled every ounce of pleasure from his body, draining his balls until they were no longer achingly tight and full. Ghost groaned, his fingers reflexively tightening their hold on his lover’s gently rocking hips. As he rode the waves of his climax, he stroked a palm up and down Johnny’s trembling back.
“Johnny… So perfect. So good for me.”
Soap only moaned softly, still basking in the sensations of his own release.
After his climax reached its peak and began to fade into soft, shimmering echoes of pleasure, Ghost eased them down to their sides. They would be locked together for a while until his knot went down. He savored this time of connection, throwing a leg over both of Johnny’s and wrapping an arm around his chest to hold him close.
Soap released a shuddering breath and snuggled back into his embrace.
“That was amazing,” he said tiredly.
Ghost smiled in agreement. “Best tracking experience I’ve ever had.” He pressed a kiss to the soft, tangled strands of Johnny’s mohawk. He loved this vibrant, happy wolf that he would soon take for his mate. “No one but you would have thought to give me that. Thank you for being you.”
Price, who had the most stories of them all, pointed at Ghost with his cigar.
“This one here has the best nose I’ve ever encountered on an alpha. Can sniff out a single strawberry a mile away, buried beneath a pile of rancid fish.”
Gaz groaned. “Not another thing he’s good at. What can’t Ghost do?”
Ghost shrugged. Some of his abilities were natural – like his scent tracking. Others were due to years of intense training. He used them as needed to get the job done.
A disbelieving scoff came from Soap. “I don’t believe you, Captain. Besides, he can’t smell anything when he’s running around with that skull mask covering his mouth and nose.”
Ghost turned his head slightly to look at Soap. The omega’s blue eyes gleamed with deviltry. “Is that a challenge, Johnny?”
Johnny smirked. “Always, Lt.”
Now their head alpha pointed his cigar at Soap.
“I take personal offense to you doubting me, Soap.”
Price then proceeded to tell of various times Ghost had sniffed out an enemy target. Each tale grew more outlandish until Gaz and Soap were roaring with laughter and even Ghost’s shoulders shook with silent chuckles.
Eventually, they let the subject drop. The topic moved on to a discussion of the football game that was supposed to take place between personnel on base tomorrow.
“They’ll probably cancel it on account of the storm coming through,” Gaz said. The young alpha frowned in disappointment. “It’s supposed to be a big one.”
Pierce nodded. “No doubt they will.”
“Shame,” Soap said. “I was looking forward to it. Guess I’ll have to find something else to do to pass the time.”
A few hours later, the four members of the 141 left the common room and made their way back to their quarters. Price went one way and Gaz another, both alphas conveniently turning a blind eye to the fact that Ghost drew Soap into his room, shutting the door behind them.
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The next day, Ghost spent the morning training one of the shifter units. Then in the afternoon, he was called into an officer’s meeting. As much as he hated being forced to sit still in a dim room looking at charts and satellite images on a projector screen, he knew this part of his job was just as important as what he did out in the field. After what seemed like forever, but in reality, was only a couple of hours, the officer leading the meeting called a halt to the discussion. Someone flipped on the lights and they were dismissed.
Relieved to finally be released, Ghost left the meeting, cracking his neck when he stepped out into the main area. Free for the rest of the evening, he headed to his room. He was halfway down the hall to his room when he abruptly stopped. He’d caught a whiff of a familiar scent. A scent that he loved. The scent of Soap’s arousal. Johnny’s room was on a different hall so if he was jerking off in his room, he wouldn’t be able to smell it here. Especially not with the scent barriers in place on the doors of all the soldiers who were wolf shifters. Which meant that Soap had to be in Ghost’s quarters.
Behind his balaclava, a smile of anticipation spread across his face. He started walking again, moving quickly to get to Soap faster. When he reached his room, the door was ajar, accounting for the lovely smell escaping into the hall. He pushed open the door, expecting to see Johnny laid out on his bed, naked, hand sliding up and down on his slick, erect cock. But when he stepped inside and closed the door, he was greeted by the silence of an empty room.
Ghost frowned in confusion. His nose wasn’t wrong. Johnny had been here. The scent of his arousal was unmistakable, growing stronger the closer he got to his bed. Did the little fucker slip into his room, jerk off, and then disappear before Ghost’s return?
Standing next to his bed, Ghost realized the scent was concentrated on his pillow. He picked it up and brought it to his nose, inhaling Johnny’s sultry musk. The smell of it got him half-hard, made him think of all the times he’d worked Johnny with his tongue, or with his fingers, or on his cock until the smell of the omega’s arousal flooded the room.
When he dragged the pillow away from his face, something on the bed caught his eye. A scrap of paper that had been hidden by the pillow. Tossing the pillow aside, he snatched up the note, reading a message written in Soap’s messy scrawl.
You’ve got the best nose? Let’s put it to the test. Hide and go seek, Lt. Find me before the hour is up and I’ll ride you the same way I rode your pillow. Your time started about two minutes ago. Good luck.
Wondering how Soap knew when to start the time, he looked back at the door. There he saw a small digital timer, clearly taken from one of Soap’s explosive devices. Without knowing it was there, he’d triggered it to start when he closed the door. A minute and twenty-five seconds had passed.
“Fucking hell, Johnny.” Ghost breathed the curse, thinking how lucky he was to have a lover who was so clever.
Once again, anticipation shivered over his skin. Only this time it was accompanied by the primal urge to hunt. He would track his cheeky little lover down with no problem. And he hoped Johnny was alone wherever he was because he was going to fuck him the moment he found him. Eager for the challenge, he barely refrained from throwing back his head to release a wild, predatory howl.
Crumpling the note into a ball, he threw it on the bed before he turned and left the room. In the hall, he pulled his balaclava up to the bridge of his nose so that he could sniff the air. He immediately caught Johnny’s scent again. It floated to him from the direction of the gym.
Ghost grinned. “Too easy, Johnny.”
He took off, long strides eating up the distance between his room and the base’s large workout area. At the gym, he pushed open the swinging door. He was hit with the smells of old and fresh sweat, regulation body wash, and even the oil the staff used to maintain the machines. Several soldiers were there working out. None of them were Soap.
Ghost breathed in, picking up the scent he was tracking buried beneath the stale smells of the gym. It led him to the locker room. He stalked forward, fingers flexing then clenching into fists as he fought to hold back his lust, ready to claim his prize. A wet romp in the showers sounded perfect.
But there was no Johnny in the locker room either. His nose pulled him to one of the lockers. It was too narrow to fit his boyfriend’s muscular frame so Johnny must have left him something inside. A low, frustrated growl escaping him, he yanked open the locker to find a find a pair of Johnny’s square cut briefs tossed on top of a two-way radio. With a laugh at Soap’s ingenuity, he picked up the briefs. The front had a small damp patch and smelled of Johnny’s pre-cum.
Ghost’s mouth watered. He touched the tip of his tongue to the wet spot, tasting his lover. A groan rumbled deep in his chest. He needed more than that. Needed to lick his tongue up the hot length of his lover’s cock until he could taste those pearly drops right from the source. He picked up the radio and clicked it on.
“Soap. How copy?”
There was a short moment of staticky silence before Soap answered.
“Ghost.”
“I thought I’d found you.”
A husky laugh came over the air wave. “You didn’t think I’d make it that easy, did you?”
“I’m glad you didn’t,” Ghost replied as he was stuffing Johnny’s underwear in his pants pocket. “I like a challenge.”
“And I’m glad you’re enjoying the hunt, Lt. But hurry up. I had fun riding your pillow. Got me nice and hard. But I’d rather have the real thing between my thighs.”
Ghost growled, heat coiling behind his navel as he pictured Soap humping himself on his pillow. “As much as I love watching you bounce yourself on my cock, you’ve got me too riled up with this hunt for that. Gonna fuck you like a mad man when I find you.”
“You always fuck me like a mad man. You are a mad man.”
“Then you know what to expect.”
Soap chuckled. “Aye, I do. Go seek, Simon. The clock is ticking.”
Ghost left the locker room, bringing the radio with him. He followed Johnny’s fading scent, arriving at the mess hall.
People looked at him curiously as he prowled through the large space, gripping a two-way radio. But no one was foolish enough to get in his way. In fact, the crowd of soldiers there to eat parted before him, humans and shifters both scuttling to the side to give him an open path through.
He raised the radio, speaking low to keep their convo private. “Smart. Attempting to disguise your scent first in the gym and now with all the food and people. But I can sniff you out anywhere, Johnny. Your lovely scent is a part of me now. Burned into my senses from all the times I’ve breathed while I have your cum on my tongue or your slick on my cock.”
A rough, desperate groan came through the radio’s speaker.
“Stop talking like that or I’ll come before you get here.”
Ghost grinned, happy to hear that Soap was just as worked up as he was. “I’ll be there soon, love.”
On the other side of the mess, he came to a set of exit doors. A familiar black glove was on top of the door frame. He reached up and grabbed it, shoving it in his other pocket.
“How’d you get that glove way up there, Sergeant? Stood on a chair?”
“Very funny, Ghost,” Johnny said sourly. “I’m not short, you’re just a fucking mountain.”
Ghost laughed at Soap’s annoyance at being teased about his height. “You’re outside,” he said. Soap had to be outside, the glove a clear indication he’d left the building.
The promised storm hit as he spoke, rain coming down in fat, heavy drops.
“Uh-oh, it’s raining. Do you want to call this off?”
Ghost immediately responded. “Not on your life.”
Soap hummed, soft and low. “Then you’d better hurry before the rain completely washes away my trail,” he said with a hint of amusement to his husky voice.
Ghost clipped the radio to his belt. He shoved open the door and stepped outside, heedless of the downpour soaking his mask and clothes. Turning his head from left to right, he searched for Johnny’s scent trail. It didn’t take long to realize it came from the wooded forest to the left of the base. Johnny was waiting for him there. This time he did howl, unable to hold it back when he was so close to capturing his prize.
He started running, sprinting across the mile-long length of the field, heavy boots splashing in the occasional mud puddle, rain dripping into his eyes.
Once he reached the tree line he stopped, his chest heaving with exertion. With the myriad smells of the forest, it would be easier to find Soap in his wolf form where his tracking and scenting ability was strongest. He quickly removed his mask, clothes, and boots, storing them in the crook of a wide tree branch for safe keeping. He left the radio behind too. When he was naked, he shifted. He willingly embraced the familiar pull and stretch of bone, skin, and muscle as the change easily took over his body. Once the transformation was complete, a big, tawny gold wolf had taken the place of the man.
His nose to the ground, he took a moment to get his bearings. There, to the east, Johnny’s scent was strongest. With a sharp yip of excitement, he set off. Ghost loped through the woods, pausing often to sniff the air and make sure he was on the right track. As he ran, his big paws were near silent over Earth’s carpet of dirt, grass, and fallen leaves. His pale gold coat was impossible to hide in the darkening forest, but the prey he sought wanted to be found so he wasn’t concerned with stealth.
He kept moving toward the east. As he weaved through the trees, a breeze blew, rich with the smell of rain. But it also carried a delightful scent. Johnny’s arousal. It was heavy in the air blowing over Ghost’s snout. He was almost there.
He stopped, turning his head in the direction the wind came from, ears pricked forward to catch any sounds. The rain slowed to a light, quiet drizzle, as if to help him concentrate. Ghost started moving again, with a predator’s slow, patient prowl.
Less than a minute later, he finally found his lover. Soap sat cross-legged on the ground. He’d rigged up a tarp tied between two trees to shield himself from the rain. He was naked except for a loose pair of shorts. His hand was down the front of them, languidly stroking his cock. For a few breathless seconds, Ghost stayed hidden behind a thick bush, watching his lover shamelessly pleasuring himself.
“Ghost. I know you’re close.” His breath hitched. “And so am I.”
Ghost wasn’t going to miss that. He stepped into sight, then quickly shifted back to his human form.
“Holy shite, Ghost!” Soap called across the short distance that separated them.
Ghost arched a brow in question. “Did you doubt I would find you?”
“No. But I didn’t think you would do it this fast. You’ve still got twenty-five minutes left on the clock.”
“If you want, I can leave and come back later.” He turned as if to go.
Soap scrambled from under his makeshift shelter.
“You’d better not leave! I’ve been hard all this time and I’m dying to come.”
Turning back, Ghost strode across the small clearing to his omega. Soap stood there waiting for him. His warmly tanned skin seemed to glow in the fading sunlight that filtered through the tree cover and raindrops sparkled on his wide shoulders. His chest was broad, nipples tight from the slight chill in the air. Dark hair swirled over his chest, then narrowed down into a fine line that disappeared into his shorts. Ghost knew all too well how soft that hair was from all the times he’d followed that trail with his lips and fingertips. The thin gray shorts did nothing to hide his erection. It strained against the fabric, pointing almost directly at Ghost. A satisfied thrill that he’d successfully tracked Soap’s delicious scent until he found him beat in his chest.
When Ghost reached him, he stepped in close – the proximity forcing Soap to tilt his head back to maintain eye contact. As much as he loved that Johnny was a strong omega with deadly skills of murder and mayhem, he loved their size difference too and exploited it whenever he could. “And whose fault is that, Johnny?”
Soap grinned, bottom lip caught between his teeth, blue eyes practically glowing in the low light of the forest.
“Just wanted to have a bit of fun. And I couldn’t resist having you show off and use your ridiculously talented skills to track something good instead of another bad guy. I know how much you love to show off for me.”
“I did have fun.” He slipped his arms around Johnny’s waist in a loose hug. “And now I want my reward.”
“Claim it. It’s yours,” Soap said in his husky brogue.
“Always has been.”
+++
As Soap watched Ghost approach, his belly clenched tight with desire. His massive form was pale, solid with muscle, and slick from rain. Shifting and the rain had removed nearly all traces of his eye black, laying bare the beautiful face he kept hidden from most of the world. His long, thick cock rested soft against his thigh. It wouldn’t be that way for long.
Ghost slid both hands into his waistband to push his shorts down, Soap wiggling his hips to help them fall. They hit his ankles and he stepped out of them. Ghost gripped his naked ass hard, using the hold to bring their bodies flush together. Soap groaned when his cock slid against Ghost’s hot skin. He loved that Ghost wasn’t afraid to be rough with him, didn’t feel the need to temper his strength. He was an omega built strong and sturdy and he gave as good as he got. Soap pushed at Ghost’s wide chest, forcing him back against a tree.
The alpha growled at the light challenge. In retaliation, he grasped the back of Soap’s neck, almost scruffing him to bring him in for a kiss. Their lips met and clung until Soap’s parted on a single breath. Ghost took advantage, licking into his mouth, turning the kiss hot and wet. He moved on to mouthing tiny love bites down Soap’s throat before slowly licking over his scent gland. Soap shivered at the damp caress. No one but Ghost touched him there - that intimate spot on wolves was reserved for lovers and mates. And Ghost had been his almost from the moment they’d laid eyes on each other.
Ghost pulled back, staring down at him with his dark, intense gaze.
“Want to claim you.”
“I know.” Soap lightly gripped his lover’s shoulders, brushing his thumbs over his scent glands. “One day we will claim each other.”
The only thing stopping them from doing so was military regulations. The higher ups weren’t dumb enough to try and stop wolves from fucking. With their hormones and heats and ruts it would be impossible to enforce. But they drew the line at any of their soldiers taking a mate from within the ranks.
“It’s a bullshit regula-.”
Soap pushed up on his tiptoes so he could press his lips to Ghost’s, cutting off the complaint. He had a feeling his alpha wouldn’t abide by the rule for much longer. Hell, he was ready to say fuck it and claim his mate as well. But he didn’t want them to make that decision while they were in the heat of passion.
Deciding to get them back to the reason they were there naked in the forest, Soap slipped down to the ground before Ghost. The rain dampened grass served as a soft cushion for his knees. He looked up at his alpha towering above him. He stood still as a tree, expression stern and intimidating, but the involuntary tightening of his stomach muscles and twitch of his cock belied how eager he was for what was about to happen.
Soap ran his palms up the thick thighs in front of him. The light blond hair dusting them was nearly invisible, but the many scars stood out in stark relief. Soap brushed his fingertips over the biggest ones, whispered kisses over several others. He moved in to nuzzle his face between those thighs, then up to drag his lips over Ghost’s heavy balls and fully erect cock. Breathing in deep, he drew the scent of his lover’s arousal into his lungs. Ghost had said that his scent was burned into his senses. It was the same for him. He would know Simon’s scent in his sleep.
And his taste. His taste was heaven. He parted his lips, softly sucking the head of Simon’s cock into his mouth in order to savor the taste of the pre-cum leaking from the slit. He took too long teasing and playing there, because Simon grew impatient and pressed a hand to the back of his head. Soap willingly gave in to the pressure, letting it push his lips down the length of Simon’s cock until he’d taken all that he could.
Eyes drifting closed so he could focus on his senses of taste and smell, he worked his mouth back and forth. The throbbing, heavy weight on his tongue made him moan with pleasure. He started to suck faster, occasionally pausing to swirl his tongue over the swollen, leaking head.
At Simon’s deep-chested groan, Soap opened his eyes and looked up at him. His body was strung tight, head pressed back against the tree, a muscle flexing in his clenched jaw. He groaned again, then reached down to cup Soap’s face with one big hand, thumb brushing over his cheekbone.
“Need you to stop or this will be over in about two seconds.”
Only slightly disappointed at having to stop, Soap slowly dragged his mouth up the long, stiff length one last time. He pressed a lingering, open mouth kiss to the head before he pulled completely away. “Eager for it are you?” he asked with a wicked grin.
Ghost dropped to his knees. He pushed Soap to his back then hovered over him on all fours, caging him in, his big body blocking out everything behind him.
“I am. You had me so worked up I licked your goddamn underwear.”
Soap barked a laugh. “You didn’t,” he said in amused disbelief.
“I did. Hunting you, tracking your scent was driving me crazy. Needed a taste to tide me over until I had this…” He paused to dip down and lick over the head of Soap’s cock. “On my tongue,” he finished.
“Impatient and greedy,” Soap teased.
“Only for you,” Ghost freely admitted.
Fond and full of love, Soap reached down and pushed his fingers into Simon’s messy, wavy blond hair. “Same, Lt.”
With a smile shining in his eyes, Simon gave Soap a quick kiss. Then, he went straight to what he wanted. He licked over the head of Soap’s cock once more before using the flat of his tongue to taste the entire length.
Soap rose up on his elbows to watch that pink tongue lick all over his shaft. But once Simon started to suck him, he fell back to the ground with a gasp. He writhed and moaned as Simon pleasured him with rough finesse, the suction of his mouth was tight and wet, and he caressed the base of his cock with slow strokes of his thumb. It didn’t take long before he was dangerously close to the edge. And like Simon, he didn’t want this to be over too soon.
Hands clasped to either side of Simon’s head, he pulled his lover up and straight into a desperate kiss. “Now,” he panted once he broke away from the kiss. “Need you, Simon.”
Simon nipped at his bottom lip. “Not as much as I need you.”
Thanks to their prolonged, unusual foreplay and the amazing blow job he’d just received, Soap didn’t need to be prepped. He was already slick and open, ready to be penetrated.
Rising up on his knees, Ghost gripped the base of his cock in one hand, holding it steady as he pressed the head to Soap’s entrance.
“Johnny… Always so slick and hot for me.” His deep voice, roughened from years of barking orders and shouting over the sound of gunfire, was soft as he spoke sultry words of praise. “You feel so good. Never felt anything as amazing as being inside you.”
Soap offered up his own praise once his alpha was buried all the way inside him. “Love the way you stretch me. Love feeling full with your cock.”
Simon paused for a moment, giving Soap a breath to adjust to his considerable size. Then, he started to move, giving a few slow, shallow test strokes.
“Okay, love?” he asked.
At Soap’s nod that he was fine, Ghost’s entire demeanor changed. He lowered his head until his chin nearly touched his chest, expression turning hard and focused. Grabbing Soap’s hip, he yanked him down until their bodies were pressed together impossibly tight where they were joined.
“I would seek you across the globe as long as I got this for my reward.”
He started fucking into Soap with deep, powerful thrusts. At each slam in, shocks of pleasure radiated all over Soap from head to toes. He loved when Ghost was in this type of mood, ruthlessly taking and giving pleasure with his gorgeous, strong body. He watched, enthralled with the way Simon moved, admiring the flex of his abs with each thrust. The feel of his cock dragging over his sensitive walls made his toes curl. And then he stroked over that amazing spot that caused tingles to spread all the way to his fingertips. Soap gasped, back arching up from the forest floor.
“Simon!”
Calling out his lover’s name seemed to encourage him to move faster and harder. They fucked, wild and raw, Soap’s fingers digging into Simon’s biceps to hold on and stay in place beneath him. They crushed the grass under Soap’s back, the smell of the broken blades rising into the air to mix with the heady scent of their sex. The juncture of Soap’s hips ached deliciously from Simon keeping his thighs open wide as he pounded away between them.
Panting, his body desperate to move, Soap wrapped his arms and legs around Simon and used his strength to roll them until he was on top. He tried to ride his lover, but Simon was true to his word. He continued to fuck him like a mad man. Holding on to Soap’s hips to keep him still, he repeatedly thrust up so hard that Soap’s cock swayed and his teeth nearly clacked together from the force. Thwarted, all Soap could do was hold on with his thighs squeezed against Ghost’s sides and his palms pressed to his chest.
He gazed down at his lover, at his hair stuck to his forehead from sweat and the rain, at the fierce frown that drew his blond eyebrows together, at the scars that Soap had long ago memorized. But it was Simon’s eyes, dark as night there in the low light of the forest, that held him captive. Those expressive eyes silently spoke a thousand words and Soap understood every single one of them.
It wasn’t long before Ghost rolled them again so that he was back on top. Soap moaned, the throaty sound carrying up to the tree tops. But then Ghost abruptly stopped, slowly pulling out of him.
“Fuck!” Surprised, Soap choked on the curse. He reached for Simon, trying to pull him back down on top of him. “Don’t stop!”
“Not stopping, sweetheart.” He flipped Soap over until he was face down. Then, grasping his hips, yanked him up to his knees. “Want to finish like this.”
He pushed back in to Soap with a single, slick slide. He immediately resumed his powerful thrusts, their bodies slapping together, the sound echoing around the small clearing. The pleasure was so great, shivering over his skin and swirling throughout his body, that Soap gripped handfuls of grass, ripping it from the earth to stop himself from shaking apart. He should have known that Ghost would want it like this. It was the favorite position for them both and fitting for their mood as they fucked on the ground, in the middle of the forest.
+++
Ghost released all of the feral energy that had built up in him as he followed Johnny’s scent across the base and through the woods. His hands tight on Johnny’s hips, Ghost rocked into him with all of his strength, over and over, pushing them both higher and closer to climax. His eyes remained locked on his lover, never moving away from him. Johnny’s golden skin gleamed with sweat and his shoulder blades were stained green from the grass. Beautiful. His Johnny was beautiful and passionate, rocking back on all fours to meet his pounding thrusts, loud, lusty moans pouring from his mouth.
Ghost slid an arm around Soap’s chest, drawing him up so that they were pressed together back to chest. He continued thrusting as he nuzzled into the side of Johnny’s throat, kissing his scent gland. Johnny tilted his head to the side, granting him access. Unable to bite like he wanted to, he contented himself with the next best thing, sucking hard on the spot, dragging his teeth over it, then biting the spot just above it. He left his mark on Johnny’s throat, possessive pride coiling deep in his gut because everyone would see it and know that Johnny was taken. That he belonged to Ghost.
“Simon,” Soap purred his name out on a low, throaty moan. “You know what that does to me. I’m close.”
Ghost pressed another kiss to the sensitive spot that was reserved for him alone. “I know. I’m there too.”
“Gonna knot me?” he asked breathlessly.
Needing his hands and mouth all over his omega, he swept his palms up and down Johnny’s chest and nipped the shell of his ear before he answered.
“Yeah. Gonna knot you and fill you up with my cum.” His body wouldn’t be satisfied if he didn’t. His balls were so full they ached, and the base of his cock was already starting to swell, bumping over the rim of Johnny’s entrance with each drag out and push in.
Ghost pushed Johnny back down to the all-fours position. He was ready to come and knot his lover, but there was something he wanted to hear first.
“You want my knot?”
“Yes!”
“Then say it,” he demanded.
“I want your knot.”
“No, that’s not what I want to hear. Say I have the best nose.”
The demand startled a laugh out of Soap. He looked back at him over his shoulder.
“Seriously, Ghost? You’re joking at a time like this? When you’re fucking me so hard I’m going to need ice packs for my knees when we’re done?”
Ghost slowed his punishing pace by a hair. “Johnny…” he growled warningly.
With another laugh, Soap gave him what he asked for.
“Simon Ghost Riley, you have the best nose in the entire damn army. Now fucking knot me!”
Ghost gladly obeyed the command. Reaching beneath his lover, he grasped his hard, slick cock. He gripped him tight, the strength of his thrusts forcing Soap’s cock through his fist. Johnny cursed, his brogue so thick Ghost barely understood him. But he understood the clenching on his cock that signaled his approaching orgasm.
“Come on, love,” he urged. “Come for me. Let me feel it.”
His entire body shaking, Johnny threw back his head and cried out.
“Simon. I… Ah!”
He spread his knees wide and dropped down to his elbows, face pressed to the grass as his cock shot his release into Ghost’s fist and onto the forest floor.
Ghost’s chest went tight as he stared down at the pretty picture Johnny made with his ass tilted high and back bowed in a lovely curve. His own cock throbbing, ready to spill, he slammed in hard three more times before he sank deep and held there. His knot started to swell, locking him inside his lover. In the next pounding heartbeat he came, first in a powerful burst that stole his breath, then in slow dragging pulses that pulled every ounce of pleasure from his body, draining his balls until they were no longer achingly tight and full. Ghost groaned, his fingers reflexively tightening their hold on his lover’s gently rocking hips. As he rode the waves of his climax, he stroked a palm up and down Johnny’s trembling back.
“Johnny… So perfect. So good for me.”
Soap only moaned softly, still basking in the sensations of his own release.
After his climax reached its peak and began to fade into soft, shimmering echoes of pleasure, Ghost eased them down to their sides. They would be locked together for a while until his knot went down. He savored this time of connection, throwing a leg over both of Johnny’s and wrapping an arm around his chest to hold him close.
Soap released a shuddering breath and snuggled back into his embrace.
“That was amazing,” he said tiredly.
Ghost smiled in agreement. “Best tracking experience I’ve ever had.” He pressed a kiss to the soft, tangled strands of Johnny’s mohawk. He loved this vibrant, happy wolf that he would soon take for his mate. “No one but you would have thought to give me that. Thank you for being you.”
I had a blast writing this. Ghost being the best at everything under the sun and Soap gleefully giving him a chance to show off was fun. I hope you enjoyed reading it!
