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Stay Quiet (Gaz/Price)

Day 3 of Gaz Week. NSFW part now with the prompt Stuck In A Small Space! More PriceGaz

Warnings: Hand Jobs, smut, Gaz calls Price "Captain" during sex

Word Count: 2k

"Stay quiet."

"I am quiet!" Gaz snapped under his breath, frustration growing. He was pressed back against a shelf, the harsh wood digging into his back. He couldn't move forward, because that's where Price was.

It was meant to be a simple mission, just a simple mission to retrieve intel from a small Ultranationalist hideout. He and Price were the only ones sent in. There wasn't meant to be any fighting and, even if there way, it was just a small hideout anyways...right?

Except that it wasn't. Both he and Price knew that their intel had been off the moment that they got to the hideout. The place was huge and certainly not something that Gaz would call a "small hideout." It had left him and Price to wonder if they'd been purposefully mislead, or if their informant Yuri genuinely thought that this was a "small hideout." Gaz wasn't sure which would  be the better option.

They had a decision to make though. Did they want to continue on by themselves or retreat and come back with the entire team for a better chance if they were caught? It was a hard choice to make and, ultimately, the decision fell on Price. They decided to continue forward with the plan.

It was only the two of them, so they moved as slowly as they possibly could through the area. It was a matter of stealth and trust. They both had to be quiet, quick when need be, and slow when need be. But that also had to trust the other. They had to trust that the other was giving them correct call outs, that they could stay quiet and not get them caught. Gaz trusted Price and Price trusted him.

All had been going perfectly well until they'd reached the computer room where they were meant to plug into the system and allow Laswell access. It was a simple thing, just a thumb drive then five minutes of protecting it while Laswell's software scraped the computer for anything important.

Of course it couldn't be an easy five minutes for them and, during the last minute, they received word from Laswell that someone had caught on to her scraping and that a group of ultranationalist soldiers were headed their way.

They managed to hold out for the last minute of the clock, but by the time Gaz yanked the thumb drive out of the computer, they could hear the soldier faster approaching them and they didn't have anywhere to go.

Price had acted quickly, grabbing Gaz's hand and dragging him over to a small compute closet in the room. The threw the door open and shoved Gaz inside before squeezing himself in after. He'd given quick and quiet word to Laswell that they were going dark before flipping off his communications and reaching over to do the same for Gaz.

So now they were here, crammed in a tiny computer closet together, trying to wait out the men that they could hear so clearly on the other side of the door.

It was difficult to keep quiet, especially with Price so close to him. The man was pressed right against his body and, due to the lack of space, one of his thighs was pressed firmly between Gaz's legs, brushing against his cock with any move from the other man. It was overwhelming and Gaz was trying his hardest not to focus on it. The last thing he wanted or needed was to get hard from this.

Of course, that wasn't exactly something he could stop from happening. Especially when Price was jolting forward to press his ear up against the door. The movement caused his thigh to push forward, grinding against Gaz's cock and pulling a short gasp from his lips. It felt too fucking good and he needed to get a hold of himself.

"You good, Gaz?" Price asked him carefully, turning to peer at his face through the darkness of the closet. Gaz was grateful for the darkness as it meant that Price, hopefully, couldn't see the flush of his skin or the way that he was practically panting through slightly parted lips.

He nodded his head rapidly, "Perfectly fine, Captain." He winced a bit at how high his voice sounded to his own ears. Price seemed to pick up on his sudden change in tone.

Price leaned toward him, concern clear on his face even through the darkness. The move caused his leg to grind against Gaz once again and a squeaked-out moan escaped his lips at the feeling, freezing Price in place. There was a long moment of silence and Gaz wanted to throw himself into the sun. He'd just fucking moaned in his Captain's face and now he was sure he was going to be in trouble for not controlling himself better.

After a long second of pause, Price moved, shifting his leg forward again to grind against Gaz's quickly filling cock. "Sir," Gaz managed to choke out, his own desperation filling his words, "Wait, don't- oh god." His head tilted back against the shelf as Price moved his leg against him again. Surely his Captain understood what was happening by now? But surely his captain wasn't doing it on purpose.

Price hummed and brought a finger up to his mouth, motioning for Gaz to stay quiet. They were still on a mission. His leg bounced up again and Gaz jerked forward, grabbing tight to Price and using the man's vest to muffle his moans. Price didn't stop moving his leg, he just kept bouncing it in steady movements, grinding it slowly against Gaz's clothed cock.

It wasn't long until Gaz was a panting and whining mess against him, gripping tight to his vest for some sort of support as his hips jerked down to meet Price's leg. His skin felt hot and the air in the little closet was stifling to him as pleasure started to build in him slowly, creating a low buzz under his skin.

"Price," He pressed closer to the man, desperate for more. Desperate for anything that the man would give to him. A hand landed roughly on his chin and, with a tight grip, Price pulled him forward to slam their mouths together.

"Stay quiet," Price growled against him, still working his leg over him in slow massaging movements. Gaz whimpered at the words, but the sound was muffled by Price's lips slamming back against his mouth.

Gaz wasn't exactly sure what was happening and part of him wondered if he was dreaming. Perhaps there wasn't enough air in the room and his mind was providing him a fantasy for comfort as he slowly suffocated. Or maybe there was some sort of gas slowly seeping into the room, making his mind hazy.

Either way, it didn't matter. What mattered was that Gaz felt good. So fucking good. The steady pressure against his cock was delicious and the feel of Price's hands moving down his body, squeezing and groping as they went...it was almost too much for his hazy mind to handle. If this was a dream, he didn't think that he wanted to wake up.

Eventually, Price's hands found their way to the front of his pants and, with a quick flick of his thumb and twist of his wrist, Gaz's pants were undone and a hand was roughly shoving its way past the waistband of his pants and underwear.

Price pulled away from Gaz's mouth and encouraged him to bury his face into his shoulder with a hand on the back of his head. "You have to stay quiet for me, okay? Think you can do that?"

"Yes," Gaz whined at the feeling of Price's hand wrapping around his cock.

"Sorry," Price gave a few torturous slow strokes of his hand, "Yes what?"

His hand tightened and the slow strokes were replaced with fasts jerks of his wrist that had Gaz's legs going weak and his mouth latching on to Price's shoulder to disguise his whines. "Yes! Yes, Captain!" He managed to get out finally, "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, please- oh god!" He muttered curses into Price's shoulder, trying to keep himself quiet.

Price gave a low chuckle, still stroking over his cock at a quick speed, hurtling him quickly toward his end. "So good for me, Kyle, so fucking good. You like this? Like my hand on your cock?"

Gaz gave a whimper before nodding his head, "Yes, yes Captain, love it. Oh- please, sir!" His hips started moving, meeting Price's hand with every move.

"Do you," Price pressed a kiss to his cheek before slowly moving lower, littering every piece of skin with nips and kisses, "know how long I've wanted to do this?" Gaz shook his head wildly, trying to take in deep breaths as his might grew hazy and his air grew sparse with the never-ending moans and pleas. "I've wanted you since the very beginning, you're just too fucking tempting. I managed to hold out, but this? You grinding against my leg like a dog in heat? I can only handle so much."

"You," Gaz gasped as Price ran his thumb over the head of his cock, stroking along his slit for a moment before continuing his quick jerking movements, "oh god- you should have said something. Could have fucked me sooner."

Those words pulled a low growl from Price and soon Gaz found a hand shoved under his shirt and vest to tweak at his nipples, sending his hips jolting forward with a desperate whine.

"You just wait," Price growled low in his ear, "as soon as I get you alone," he kissed his neck, "and into a proper bed? You won't be able to walk properly when I finish with you."

Price continued muttering filthy words into his ear as his hand stroked along his cock. It was quick and filthy and Gaz was fighting down every part of him that just wanted to moan out the man's name and let everyone in the nearby vicinity know how well his Captain was treating him.

"Fuck, Captain," he muttered after a long moment, his voice high and his hips stuttering in the other man's hand. Price seemed to understand what the words meant, even if he didn't say them.

"Gonna come? Gonna finish in my hand like a good boy?" Gaz nodded his head rapidly, gasping as the pleasure in him built higher and higher until he was right on that edge. "Go on then, come for your captain."

And just like that Gaz was spilling into Price's hand, his eyes rolling back as Price worked him through it, running his fist over his cock in ever-slowing strokes. The pleasure of it all was enough to have Gaz's knees weak and, later, he would come to the conclusion that the only reason he hadn't fallen was because of Price's body pressed against his own.

When he managed to slowly pull away from Price's shoulder, confident that he'd no longer make any noises, he met the older man's eyes. "Alright?" Price asked carefully, watching his face for any sign of discomfort.

"I'm good, Captain," Gaz answered him quietly, still mindful of the possible men outside of the room. He waited until Price had pulled his hands out of his pants and started to redo them for him before speaking again, "How much longer do you think we'll have to wait?"

Price gave a low hum, his lips quirking up as he did, "As long as you think it will take you to recover. The men outside left around the time that we started."

Gaz blinked wide at him, a flush slowly going over his face. "So you- we-?"

Price chuckled at his reaction, "Sorry, I just couldn't help myself." he leaned forward to press a kiss to Gaz's cheek and whisper in his ear, "Being this fucking close to you, I don't know how anyone would be able to keep themselves from it."

Gaz was fairly certain that he was still blushing bright red by the time they made it back to the base.

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To Do (Me) List - Gaz/Price

GAZ WEEK 2023 - SEXTING

Gaz is out at the shops when he receives a text from Price. It appears this Sunday morning Price woke to begin causing mischief.

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Contains: NSFW, Sexting & erections in public,

It was mid-morning on a Sunday and Gaz found himself walking down the aisles at the local grocery store. Basket in one hand, phone in the other as he looked over his shopping list.

He usually went on these outings with Price, relishing how they would hold hands as they walked past the shelves. Talking quietly to each other as they went through their list, debating over brands and wondering over pricing.

The only reason Gaz was alone on this trip was that he had wanted Price to sleep in. Sunday was the one day Price swore off from any work, unless he drastically needed more time to complete things. Which had been the case for the past two weeks. Now, finally, Price had forsworn to not touch a single paper or pen so help him god. So, in an attempt to allow Price all the rest he needed, he had left Price still asleep in bed to go to the shops. 

They had needed supplies anyway, just a few essentials like bread and milk. Gaz was even considering going all out and getting Price a whole breakfast and lunch to bring home with him, although he had not yet decided what to get.

Gaz paused in the bread aisle, looking over the selection and wondering if he should go freshly baked or presliced. Still debating over which, his phone suddenly went off in his hand. Making him pause to look.

John: Where are you?

Gaz couldn’t help but smile, clearly he had woken up and noted him missing from bed. He only hoped he hadn’t worried Price too much with his absence.

Kyle: Shops

Simple, Gaz was just hovering over taking a packet of sliced whole wheat when another text came.

Price: Shame. The beds cold

Gaz let out a small chuckle, forgetting how clingy and grumpy the older man was first thing in the morning. Deciding to play into it, he responded.

Kyle: I wont be long. Just picking up some things, we were low on milk. Need anything?

Gaz saw Price pause to reply, so Gaz had looked away and took the packaged bread from the shelf into his basket. But then he started to ponder over the fresh loaf again since it would be perfect for breakfast in bed for Price.

Speaking of, there was another buzz to notify another text. Then another soon after.

John: No. Just you.

There was then an attached picture that made Gaz audibly splutter as he beheld it. It was a picture of Price’s chest downwards, lounging in bed with the sheets kicked aside. He wore the same grey boxers Gaz had left him in but a visible tenting was occurring in the crotch. One of Price’s large, veined hands holding at the clothed base.

Gaz felt his skin warm and arousal pool in his lower stomach. Holy shit.

Price rarely sent things like this. In fact, it was usually Gaz who sent implicit or straight-up elicit pictures during the daylight hours, aiming for a reaction. Price was so used to the habit that he had Gaz’s messages on silent during the working hours. Knowing if it was an emergency, Gaz would call. But nearly all texts were crude and inappropriate for work.

To have that Price, sending something like this had Gaz snatching the fresh bread up and dumping it into his basket, not realising he now had two loafs. His thumbs immediatley on the screen keyboard and typing.

Kyle: Damn John

It was a bit of a dumb thing to say in response to a half-hidden dick pic, but at least it was an honest reaction. 

To Gaz’s relief and horror, Price was quick to respond.

John: You going to help me?

Gaz felt himself biting his bottom lip. God, did he want to. But he was in the middle of shopping and still had several things to pick up.

Kyle: I can’t I need to finish shopping

Price: Suit yourself

It was a cold and very clearly dissatisfied reply and Gaz sighed. Boy, what a heart attack.

Thinking he was in the clear, he tucked his phone away as he walked to the milk fridge. Trying to ignore the slight chub in his pants, he did his best to focus on the task at hand. Price was a patient man, he would surely be able to-

There was another vibration from Gaz’s pocket and felt an immediate inkling of dread as he pulled out his phone. Price had sent another attachment, no message.

Curious, Gaz opened the attachment.

For context, Gaz was a young man and usually had the forethought to have his phone on silent when out in public. Clearly, he had forgotten to do so, as, when he opened the video it was audible. Not loud, but the noise was discernable to a few nearby people as the distinct noise of Price jerking off played through the speaker.

Gaz swore and hurriedly silenced the damn thing, not without attracting a few questioning looks from an elderly couple and a teenage staff member stocking shelves. Gaz felt the burn of embarrassment, hurriedly getting a jug of milk - not realising it was skim, not full cream - and retreated to a quiet aisle.

Now out of sight, Gaz, rather stupidly, reopened the video.

It was still of that same view, Price’s abdomen downwards but his briefs were gone. And it was a sight for eager eyes.

Price’s hand was on his own cock, fingers squeezing in a firm grip as he dragged from tip to base. Gaz could almost here the video - although he was certain it was on silent - Price eliciting sweet, shiver-inducing grunts with each pass of his hand. The slick noises and grunts being more than enough to be inappropriate even without the visual. 

God, the visual.

Gaz could probably stare at the sight for hours. How Price’s broad chest and stomach rose in quickened breaths. How his thick, hairy thighs tensed in pleasure. How, at one point, a dribbling of pre glistened at the tip and slid down the shaft over Price’s hand.

Gaz could have probably watched it for ages if it wasn't for the sound of a trolly entering his deserted aisle. Forcing him to close the video to see the message conversation, hurriedly hiding his growing erection with his basket as a tired-looking nurse in scrubs walked past.

Still hiding the nearly fully sprout arousal, Gaz furiously texted out a message.

Kyle: Jesus John, you trying to kill me?

Price: Perhaps. You coming home or what?

Gaz quickly checked his list. He just needed to go to the butchers, then he was home free.

Kyle: Just give me 5 min I’m almost done

Price: Alright, but I’m not making any promises

Gaz took that as a threat, knowing full well that Price would have a fun time on his own if Gaz didn’t hurry the fuck up. Cursing under his breath, Gaz raced at speed-walking pace to the butcher’s section of the shop.

To Gaz’s silent misery, there was a cue. Two customers, waiting patiently for the one older butcher to complete orders. Gaz would have given up but Price’s favorite cut of bacon was sold there and if he was going to commit to this breakfast-in-bed ordeal, then dammit, he would commit .

So while he waited, Gaz went on his phone. Mindlessly scrolling throughsocial media, thankful his arousal was cooling down enough to not be visible anymore. Just as he was waiting next in line, Gaz got another notification from Price.

Gaz looked around, ensuring no unsuspecting hangers-on could see before daringly opening the message screen. 

Price: Want you inside, Kyle. Can’t wait much longer

Along with the already jaw-dropping message was a picture. Price had positioned his camera without his hands, positioning himself with his legs spread and ass held open with his hands. His hole completely visible and already slickened with lube, widened from their previous night’s activities. Gaz felt himself harden again, felt how his jeans squeezed at his hardening cock as he examined each and every pixel of that damn photo. Fuck, he had to get home. Even such a delicious picture would surely not be as good as the real thing.

God, the real thing . Gaz could almost imagine it now. The hot, flushing heat as he pushed in. How Price would squeeze and tense around and below him. Would coo and hum out Gaz’s name like it was his favorite word. The pure filth of slapping skin and heaving breath as Gaz fucked into Price’s ass with hungered fury, leaving Price breathless and near keening. Praising him for being such a good boy, his good boy. Being so kind as to allow Gaz to cum inside, letting him paint his walls with his-

“Sir, order?”

Gaz gasped as he was snapped out of his lewd imaginings to look at the butcher.

“Uh- Um, yes!” Gaz blustered, fumbling with his phone and almost dropping it as he closed Price’s immodesty to find his list. “Er-Um, let’s see uh-” 

Eventually, Gaz gave his order, embarrassing himself in front of the butcher and a few other customers who watched his rather pathetic mumblings. Gladly taking the paper-wrapped package, Gaz wasted no more time. Going through express checkout with his hands in his jacket pocket and pushing the ends of which down to hide an erection that was not planning on leaving.

Thanking himself for parking near the entrance, he raced to his car and got in. Making quick work of driving the less than 2 minutes home, safely. But with more than one shortcut as he couldn’t stand waiting at red lights on the main route.

Parking right outside Price’s house, Gaz was a hurried blurr of a horny mess as he got his keys and bag of shopping before speeding to the door. Just outside, rearranging his hands to unlock the door, to his horror, the keys slipped and fell to the ground.

Gaz almost wanted to groan, so desperate to get inside and have at his older partner who may surely be needing him still. Grasping for his keys, Gaz was so tempted to shout to Price’s bedroom window that he was nearly there and to please, please , don’t finish.

The door finally unlocked, Gaz abandoned his shopping on the counter and ran up the stairs. Forgetting about his jacket or shoes and opening the bedroom door.

Price was on the bed, hand between his legs as he fingered himself open. Pausing as he saw Gaz come in.

Price frowned, “Where the bloody hell have you been? Get over here.” He ordered although pink cheeks and out-of-paced breaths contradicted the bite in his tone.

“Yes sir,” Gaz said agreeably, not even bothering to strip. Going straight to the bed and climbing atop.

“Hurry,” Price said in a hastened but eager voice, legs welcoming Gaz between them.

Watching eagerly as Gaz pulled his cock out and stroked himself a few times to reach pure fullness. No foreplay, no teasing, Gaz aligned himself and pushed inside.

Both men gasped as bliss overtook them. Barely even pausing for a second, barely even savoring it before Gaz began to move.

Fucking into Price with eager fervour, hands at the older man’s waist to keep him steady and making each thrust smooth. Pressing in until the hilt, hitting that most pleasing of spots that made Price almost yelp each time.

Price must have built himself up a sizable amount before Gaz arrived, needing only a few moments of fevered thrusts before he was warning Gaz.

“‘M close. Kyle, I’m close. Fuck, don’t fucking stop. Even after I cum don’t stop till you finish, alrigh’? You’ll be a good boy for me and cum inside, ok? Be good and take everything that you need.”

Gaz could only nod, his brain half melted by pleasure as he just kept going. Hips slapping against lower thighs gasps and groans unrestrained and unabashed.

Price did not even reach to touch his ignored, irritated cock. Cumming untouched with just Gaz’s deep, pleasurably strokes to guide him through. The older man’s hands holding- no grasping onto Gaz’s hips. Tugging him, urging him to go deeper with each thrust even as his climax had him crashing.

Wanting to obey, wanting to take what was his, Gaz pushed Price’s legs forward. Knowing Price’s flexibility, he bent Price into a mating press mounted half on top and fucked into him, unbidden and selfishly taking what he wanted. Having at Price as he had wanted to all the way home from the shops. Paying him back for embarrassing him in public, risking people seeing him in an unpleasantly aroused state.

Gaz came not long after, whining Price’s name and soothed by soft croonings from his partner. “Good lad. So good for me. You fucked me so well, take what you want. Fill me up and make me all yours. That’s it. Good boy.”

Gaz spilled inside and painted Price’s walls with his seed. The bedroom quickly fell silent apart from harsh breaths as Gaz stilled. Giving both of them a moment to calm and relax, Gaz slowly pulled away and out. Leaning over to kiss at Price’s cheek and forehead that was slickened with cooling sweat.

“Jesus, for an old man you sure have a youthful libido.” Gaz said teasingly.

Price snorted, kicking at Gaz to get off him. “Piss off, need a shower.”

“Go ahead. I’ll make you breakfast.” Gaz said as he got to his feet and tucked himself back into his pants.

Price smiled, “You’re too kind. You spoil this old man.” His smile then disappeared as he noticed Kyle’s attire, still wearing jeans, jumper, jacket and shoes. “Did you just fuck me, in your shoes, on our BED?!”

Gaz - having been lust blind and not even thinking to strip before arriving by Price’s side - looked down at himself. “Ah, shit. My bad, John.”

“You’re bad- You probably got dirt all over our bed!”

“It’s not that bad.”

“I don’t give a rat’s ass! Get the bed cleaned!”

“What about breakfast?” Gaz said, eyes softening in a pleading look to fight back against Price’s annoyance.

“That can wait.” Price said with gritted teeth as he got to his feet. “Bed first, then breakfast.”

Gaz sighed, visibly moping. “Yes, sir.” 

Price must have taken pity, his irritation ebbing to step close and kiss him on the forehead. “And don’t go out on your own next time. Wait for me, you young ones are so impatient.”

Gaz could only laugh, following his partner’s demands and getting a clean set of sheets.

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Fandom: Call of Duty MW 2022

Pairing: Ghost/Gaz

Rating/Length: Teen, 1.4K

Tags: Alternate Universe - Flower Shop, First Meetings, Awkward Flirting, Misunderstandings, Teasing, Romantic Fluff, Getting Together, Pride Parade

Summary: 

Gaz finds himself being the recipient of Simon's flirting and isn't entirely sure what to do about it.

Written for Day 1 of GazWeek2023 (Flower Shop AU) and for the 'Pride' spot on @flufftober's bingo card.

Can be read here on A03!

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Gaz Week 2023!

While not our event, we couldn't help but spot an amazing creators week planned starting May 29th from Twitter that we wanted to share with everyone:

For SFW prompts: https://twitter.com/BluKrownn/status/1658372544645439488

And for NSFW prompts: https://twitter.com/BluKrownn/status/1658389943683784705

Assuming that they will primarily be reblogging/highlighting over on Twitter, we'd recommend you post over there, but we will make sure to pick up and reblog anything that is tagged #gazweek2023 during this time as well!

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YES. FINALLY SOME FICS AROUND KYLE.

i loved #Gazweek2023 but was sad i couldn’t find much else other then that

Thank you mother, for this is a blessing🙏🙏

Yesss I have so many ideas for Kyle fics. I'm going to drown everyone in them when crcb is over, so this is just the start!!

It just felt right and idk Kyletober fits so perfectly 😌

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Perfect (Gaz/Price)

Day 2 NSFW prompt for Gaz week was body worship and I decided to step out of my little Gaz/Jackson universe to write some Gaz/Price for everyone to enjoy.

Warnings: Smut, Mirror Sex, body worship, thigh slapping, cock warming

Word Count: 1.1k

“God, look at yourself,” Price’s voice was nothing more than a breathy rumble next to Gaz’s ear, but it was enough to send shivers down his spine and make the flush over his skin feel that much stronger. “Do you see how perfect you are?” A kiss was pressed against his throat and it was followed quickly behind with a short nip to his skin. 

“John,” Gaz turned his gaze away with a moan, unable to handle both feeling and seeing what the other man was doing to him. One of Price’s hands was tracing carefully over his chest, squeezing and groping at his exposed breasts. His fingers were happy to tease at him, flicking and pinching over his nipples in quick and pleasurable moves. All of it sent quick shocks of pleasure down his spine to pool between his thighs. 

Price hadn’t forgotten about what was between his thighs either. He’d spread his legs open enough that he could slip his hard cock into Gaz’s waiting heat. Gaz had been nothing more than a panting mess, but Price hadn’t moved. Instead, he’d taken to pleasuring him with his fingers. The hand not on his breast had been busy rubbing slow circles onto his clit, working him up until he was practically dripping onto the cock inside of him.

“I told you to watch,” Price moved his hand away from Gaz’s breast to briefly redirect his gaze to the mirror positioned at the side of the bed. He’d set it up sideways on the wall, perched on a chair at just the right height. Gaz was forced to watch himself as Price had laid him on his side on the bed and wrapped him up from behind, all to draw as much pleasure from his body as he could. All to make him watch. “Do you see yourself? See how perfect you are?” Price gave one good thrust of his cock inside of him and Gaz moaned at the feeling. 

 “John,” Gaz grabbed tight to Price’s wrist, trying to guide the hand that was pressed against his clit to grind down on him harder, “Please, fuck, please!”

Price pressed another kiss to his neck and brought his hand up to Gaz’s throat, just wrapping his hand around it. “Look at that, look at how perfect you look with my hand around your neck,” he gave a quick squeeze, pulling a whine from Gaz’s throat. Slowly he started to trail his hand down Gaz’s chest, stopping once again at his breasts. 

He trailed his fingers over the skin of Gaz’s breath, lightly guiding them around in a way that sent shivers down Gaz’s spine and had him desperately arching into the touch. “And these, so fucking soft,” he palmed at Gaz’s breast, squeezing one in his hand for a moment, “fit perfectly in my hand. Could spend hours just touching these.” He flicked his thumb across Gaz’s nipple, pulling a moan from both of them as Gaz clenched tight around him as a result. “So responsive for me.” He flicked at Gaz’s nipple again, playing with it for a few moments. 

Gaz squirmed in his hold but kept watching himself. He felt hot all over and watching Price toy with his body certainly didn’t help. Those deft hands seemed determined to drive him to the brink of madness and pleasure. Gaz was certainly more than willing to let it happen. 

After a few moments, Price started to trail his hand down his body again, moving away from his breasts to skate across his stomach and down to his plush thighs. “These,” Price whispered in his ear, “I love these.” 

He grabbed tight to Gaz’s thigh, gripping it tight enough that there was sure to be a bruise there later. “Fuck, look at the way that they just mold with my touch. Do you see that?” Gaz nodded his head, trying to continue following Price’s words despite the haze that was taking over his mind. The hand on his clit felt so fucking good and it was trying hard to distract him. Price could tell because, in the next moment, he pulled his hand back and brought it back down onto Gaz’s thigh with a resounding smack. 

Gaz pressed back into him at the feeling, gasping as the man’s hand soothed over the glowing heat he’d caused with the smack. “Did you see that?” Price teased him, “Did you see how your thigh moved under my hand? Here, let me show you again.” He smacked Gaz’s thigh once again, hard. Just as he said, Gaz’s thigh jiggled under the slap and he found himself once again rocking back against the man buried inside of him. 

“Please,” he begged, the combination of the hand on his clit and the slaps on his thighs were too much for him. It felt too fucking good and he didn’t know how much longer he could last against Price’s sensual assault on his senses. “Oh fuck- please, fuck me, ah please!”

Price chuckled against his throat but once again ignored his request. He kept his hand tight on Gaz’s thigh but slowly moved away the hand that had been stroking over his clit. “See how well you take me?” He gave a quick thrust of his hips, pulling another moan from Gaz at the feeling. “See how well you take my cock? Perfect thing,” he gave another thrust of his hips, “Just made for me, weren’t you? Made just for me.”

Price set a slow hard pace, fucking into Gaz with careful thrusts that left the younger man’s mouth wide open as he hit inside of him just right. Price continued whispering filthy words into his ears, telling him how beautiful he was, how every part of him was just made for Price to love, how well he took his cock, how he would stay there buried in the warm heat of Gaz’s cunt all day if he could. 

It was all so overwhelming for Gaz, overwhelming and achingly hot. All of Price’s words, all of his compliments, all of his love laid over Gaz’s skin, sending a buzz through him that only seemed to build higher and higher with every thrust of Price’s cock inside of him. “Oh, fuck- John, it feels so- so fucking good,” his voice sounded wrecked to his own ears, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care much, not when everything felt so good. “Please, please, harder! More- oh fuck!”

Unlike before, Price actually listened to Gaz’s begging this time. Before he could fully comprehend what was happening, Gaz found himself flipped to his stomach and pulled up to his hands and knees. Price wrapped himself around his body, leaning over to press his chest to Gaz’s back and growl into his ear, “Pretty boy, you take me so fucking good. Watch.” With that, he turned Gaz’s face back toward the mirror before setting a harsh pace, making the younger man watch as he fucked  him into a pliant mess underneath his touch.

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Silken Touch - Roach/Gaz

GAZ WEEK 2023 - ROPEPLAY/BONDAGE

Gaz is a ever curious man, so when Roach confesses he enjoys bondage, he finds himself ready and interested in trying it out

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Contains: NSFW, T4T, Trans Gaz & Roach, bondage, sex toys (strapon & vibrator), use of words clit, cunt, tdick, pussy

Gaz’s breaths were hitched, and his body tinged with sensitivity. His limbs were restrained with pretty soft pink ropes, binding his wrists to either leg and forcing them to be half bent, with rope just below and above the knee. The position was called ‘the crab’ and it had him feeling exposed where he sat, naked on top of the bed.

It was all Roach’s idea. An avid enjoyer of bondage, Roach had confessed the interest early on in their relationship and Gaz’s curiosity was immediately peeked. They were not able to pursue this kink until they were on leave, but they had practiced similar things in the past. Tying Gaz’s hands together with a belt or knotting his pants at his ankles. Simple attempts at restraint, to give Gaz some familiarity. Dipping his toe in, although he wished sometimes to dive straight into the deep end. Impatient and eager as he always was.

Tonight was to be their first full foray and Gaz was so excited. Even now, after being tied and left to wait, his heart sang a trembling beat in his chest and ears. Eyes eagerly watching Roach take his sweet time undressing and getting everything ready.

Just sitting there, Gaz was already growing wet and hard. Apart from seeing his partner’s gorgeous body reveal itself under clothes, his restraints were a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure.

The ropes were soft but strong, with just enough give not to hurt but enough to chaff. Sure to leave markings once removed. His tdick ached between his legs, the stimulation of skin not enough to get off but he was close to it, just needing a little push.

Gaz may have felt embarrassed by it but he knew Roach would never disapprove, in fact it would more likely thrill him. Watching how his favorite kink thrilled his lover as much as it did him.

Finally, finally , Roach was done. Naked apart from briefs and black strap-on tied over the top. Freckled skin, dashed with scars, strong hands and a warm smile. Fuck, Gaz felt himself wiggle a little against his bindings. Wanting to reach and touch Roach, cup his face and see him melt into it, kiss him and feel him push against his lips, touch at him and make him moan only for him. But he couldn’t, and he knew that he might not get any of those opportunities tonight. And although that made him sad, it made his need for whatever Roach gave all the sweeter.

Roach closened to Gaz on the bed, looking over his immaculate handiwork and smiling. “What colour?”

“Green, so green,” Gaz said, voice coming out breathy.

Roach only smiled, kissing Gaz’s forehead. Gaz could not help but lean into it, wanting more. Almost vocalizing his mourning when those soft lips left him.

“I was thinking we start off with this?” Roach held up a cordless magic wand, a toy familiar to both of them.

Gaz gave an eager nod, cock twitching at the thought of finally being touched.

Roach turned the vibration on with a click, the faint whirring the only audible sound in the room at this time. Letting the toy ‘burr’ just away from touching Gaz’s skin, Roach cupped his lover’s cheeks urging him to look at him. When their eyes met, Roach was all the sweetest of smiles. Taking Gaz’s lips in his in a tender, soft kiss. 

Gaz let out a long-held breath, relieved for the familiarity of Roach’s lips. Pressing what he could, wanting more. Insatiable for any affection Roach would give him. Always.

The vibrator lowered, touching at Gaz’s inner thigh. Exposing Gaz to the sensation as it slowly crept down. Making Gaz wriggle in eagerness, hitching his hips if possible for even an inch closer to that imminent pleasure.

Roach was not above teasing his partner, he had done such things in the past. But perhaps he took pity on how needy Gaz was for the toy and his kiss, so he did not pause or mock Gaz any more than he already had. The toy making an imminent landing to vibrate against Gaz’s throbbing dick.

Gaz whimpered into Roach’s mouth, grateful for finally getting what he needed most - outside of Roach himself, of course. His body twitched as ripples of hot pleasure coursed through him as the toy rolled his hard tdick at a steady, delicious pace.

Their kiss was very quickly turning into Roach pecking at Gaz’s open mouth, as moan after moan soon brokered past so he could no longer reciprocate Roach’s affections. His climax inching closer with every second.

Roach, one hand busy holding the wand aloft, could not sign. Nor would Gaz doubtfully be able to see it, head rolled back and eyes shut tight. Instead, Roach wrote on Gaz’s naked chest over his heart with the tip of his finger.

Pretty. Good. This praise was then sent straight to Gaz’s dick, making his toes curl and forcing his limbs to strain against the ropes again. Making dull stinging pain mix with pleasure.

Cum. Do it. For me. 

Gaz did not need Roach to say much else, gritting his teeth and tensing his muscles as his first orgasm came crashing down like a tidal wave. His legs squeezed shut, forcing Roach’s hand in place and pressing the toy on his cock. Small crescendos happening thereafter as he rode his orgasm out until overstimulation had him finally pulling away.

As Gaz grew limp, there was a click as the wand was turned off. Roach’s hands touched near where the rope bit into Gaz’s skin. Soothing the area around and encouraging blood flow as Gaz’s heart steadied again.

There was then a soft tap of hand against his outer thigh, Roach attracting Gaz’s floating attention back to him. Gaz obeyed, although his eyes were still half-lidded and his head was still light as air.

“Ok to move on? Do you need a break or want me to undo the ropes?”

Gaz put the effort in to shake his head. “‘M good, love. Just needing a moment to catch my breath. I want to keep going, though.”

“Good,” Roach said with his everpresent kind smile mirroring his satisfaction. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

Gaz let out a huff, “What do you think?” Then wiggling his hips a little as he spread his legs. Displaying his cock and slick cunt.

Roach’s smile curled into an excited grin. “Next round ok?”

“Green as grass,” Gaz said, licking his lips. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

Roach audibly snickered, adoring how his lover’s ever-visible eagerness. Going between Gaz’s legs, he held his fake cock in hand. Rubbing the length against Gaz’s lips, gathering up slick and awakening the hungry flames in Gaz’s belly once more.

Gaz watched onwards, biting his lower lips as Roach rubbed the tip against his engorged clit. Forcing out a grunt outwardly, the bud of nerves still so sensitive. Roach seemed to catch on, not lingering long before aligning the head with Gaz’s entrance.

Pressing inside, Gaz let out a gasp at the intrusion. His walls squeezing but welcoming Roach’s cock inside. Filling him up until it was down to the hilt. Roach paused, letting Gaz enjoy just how full he felt. Relishing the slight stretch and pull that Roach’s cock provided.

Once Gaz seemed eager to carry on, eyes steadying and looking to Roach with a newly invigorated hunger, Roach started moving. Hands-on both of Gaz’s knees, Roach rocked his hips back and forth. Inching in and out at a slow, dragged-out pace. Pressing right to that perfect spot that had Gaz gasping and shivering around him.

Roach’s eyes were warm but dark with hunger, watching Gaz soon melt once more into pleasure, soaking up the sight of Gaz’s pretty body held together only by rope. His eyes travelled down to where they met. Pale, nude silicone, wrapped in Gaz’s dark slickened lips. Taking him in so well, so desperately. Reluctant to let go with each unsheathing. Biting his lip as he noticed the slight bulging of Gaz’s stomach. Where Roach’s cock pushed slightly upwards to be visible under muscle and skin.

Roach felt his own briefs grow ever soaked with his own juices, so turned on by making Gaz feel so good. Aroused by how much trust Gaz gave him and how much pleasure he gave back to him in turn. It made his chest ache and heart soar, moving him emotionally even amongst his arousal.

“R-Roach, hah- love, ‘m close. Just a bit quicker, an’ I’ll cum. Fuck, you’re so good to me, bug. Ngh- So deep inside, god- your driving my mad, bug.” 

The praise was like molten lava in Roach’s veins, warming his insides and making his own cock ache under the strap and soaked briefs. Determined to ensure Gaz came, without even touching his clit, Roach obeyed Gaz’s pleading.

Roach’s hands moved from his knees to his hips, holding at his sides and tugging him onto his cock as his thrusts quickened. The snapping of Roach’s hips against Gaz’s ass, as well as Gaz’s sweet moans and cries was a chorus of music in Roach’s ears. Making him even hum, as he fucked into Gaz with erotic fervor wanting to see Gaz come undone on his cock. Making him cum again and again, bringing him all the bliss and pleasure he so rightfully deserved. After trusting him with his ropes, being such a good sport, and being patient in his learning. So open-minded and eager from the beginning. 

Gaz soon came again, letting out a long moan as his body stiffened once more, legs squeezing at Roach’s sides and body quivering as his second orgasm washed over him.

Roach was kind and pulled himself out after a few moments into the afterglow, letting Gaz come down from on high and enjoy the sense of fullness just a little bit more before it left him.

Gaz lay limp on the bed, still restrained by pink ropes, thighs wet with slick and forehead glistening with sweat. Letting his mind go comfortably blank as Roach moved somewhere nearby.

Unbuckling his strap and abandoning his underwear, Roach was near Gaz again. Kissing sweet kisses to either of his cheeks, making Gaz sigh in contentment. His hands kind and careful on his surely over sensitive skin. Undoing Gaz’s bindings until Gaz’s limbs flopped free and loose. Legs stretched out and hands weakly reaching up to hold Roach’s head close. Softly tugging him to kiss him on the lips, needing silent, loving affirmation as Roach kindly rubbed life back into Gaz’s tender arms and legs.

Eventually, once his body had cooled and his breaths calmed, Gaz asked, “What about you? You want me to give you some attention?”

Roach gave him a shake of ‘no’, “I’m fine. You must be tired.”

Gaz frowned, “Not enough to not get you off. C’mon Roach, let me help you.” Roach bit his lip, seemably tempted but torn. Perhaps worried he was overworking his lover. “Bug, I want to see you enjoy yourself too. Do it for me? Please?” His sincerity was obvious and Roach could never deny those handsome, begging eyes.

“Okay but if you feel tired we can stop at any time.” 

“Oh don’t worry, you’ll be taking me to my happy place, Roachy. Between those thighs.” His eyes lowered to the still simmering heat between Roach’s thighs.

Roach let out a huff, catching on to what Gaz would like to do. “Fine. Call it your treat, since you were so well-behaved.”

Gaz actually snorted, lowering himself until he lay fully on the bed. “You can tell I love you, because I only behave for you.”

Both of them had giggled then, soft and warm. Exchanging a kiss before Roach got up on his knees and lowered his own hot heat to Gaz’s hungry lips and tongue. Taking Gaz to just where he belonged.

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Break Out (Gaz/Jackson)

More Gaz week content! The NSFW day 1 prompt was Monster, so I, naturally, took the opportunity to write Gaz getting railed by a monster version of Jackson. Enjoy!

Warnings: Biting, Tentacles, Smut, slight dub-con, slight size difference thing, marking/possessiveness

Word Count: 6.9k

“Well, well, look who's late once again.”

Gaz pushed past Soap to swipe his card through the reader, officially clocking in for the day, “Fuck off, traffic was terrible this morning.” He sighed and tossed his bag down on one of the benches before quickly digging into his locker. “I’m sure you were late too,” he joked while pulling on his lab coat and special lanyard.

“I am never late,” Soap turned his nose up at him, “I arrive exactly when I want to.”

Gaz snorted and slammed his locker shut, “Sure, bud. Try telling that to Price, I’m sure he’d love that one.” He looked Soap up and down for a moment, “Why are you still in here, by the way? Shouldn’t you be on the floor?”

“Nope,” Soap popped up from his seat and gave a big stretch, “Shepherd wants to try Jackson today, which means we were all waiting on you to show up.” 

Gaz could feel his face flush and he was quick to push past Soap, grumbling under his breath as he did, “There was no point in waiting for me.” He started down one of the long lab hallways toward the safety entrance for the lab around Jackson’s enclosure. 

“Please,” Soap was quick to catch up and match his pace, walking right beside him as they talked, “We both know that the only reason that creature behaves so well half the time is because of you. You’ve got some weird relationship going on with him.” 

“I don’t have a weird relationship,” Gaz was quick to argue back, “he just likes me because I’m not a dick like Shepherd. I advocate for him.” He stopped in front of the door to the lab and pulled his keycard out again, “Should we talk about your relationship with the mated creatures down the hall.”

Soap’s face went a bright red, “My relationship with Ghost and Roach is nothing like this!”

“Sure,” Gaz swiped his card and pushed into the small lab where most of the team was waiting, Soap followed after him. None of them had dared to go into the small lab yet and, though Gaz disagreed with Soap, he understood why. The last time they’d tried to run a day on Jackson without Gaz present and the creature had thrown a fit. They’d all been amazed that the glass of his enclosure had managed to hold up against the assault he’d hit it with. 

“There you are, about time you showed up!” General Shepherd was the government supervisor for their little organization. Gaz hated his guts. The man was constantly overstepping and always more than willing to hurt the subjects brought into the lab. He had no consideration for the fact that these were living breathing creatures and he only agreed to call them by the names they’d been given so he could differentiate between them when talking. He only saw the lab as a way to develop weapons for his little military exploits. Gaz hated to say it, but there certainly had been numerous times that he’d dreamt of one of the creatures escaping just to take care of the man. Though he knew that would never work out in a way that he liked. 

“Apologies, General,” he responded quickly, “Traffic kept me busy. If we’re ready to go inside?” He motioned to the door with his hand, trying to avoid getting an earful of nonsense from the man. It didn’t matter, it wasn’t like they could fire him. The fact that they were all waiting outside the lab for him just proved it. 

Shepherd seemed more than annoyed with him, but he didn’t do anything other than glare and shove past him to open the lab door and push his way inside. Gaz received a short smile from Price, a sort of quick greeting for the two until they could talk later, before he was motioned inside. He followed after Shepherd and the rest of the scientists, assistants, and, caretakers followed after him. 

The room was large and open with one-half of it converted into a large lab with cameras, data readers, computers, and much more. Practically anything their team would need could be found inside. The other half of the room had been converted into an enclosure for the creature. Gaz had personally designed and changed it over the creature’s stay, making sure that it was exactly what Jackson would need and be comfortable with. 

This half was transformed into a deep fake wooded area. The lights in the enclosure were kept dim at practically all times and there were a number of places where Jackson could hide. The biggest and most often used one was a little cave at the very back of the enclosure. The only time the lights were ever turned fully on were times like these when Shepherd insisted on being able to see Jackson perfectly as they ran their tests and conducted their research. Gaz had tried numerous times for at least dim lighting, but he’d continued to be overruled, much to his annoyance.  

While all of the scientists went to their stations and prepared for the day, Gaz moved toward the glass. He didn’t need any papers or pens, after all, he was just there as an aid. That’s what the caretakers were meant to do. Build a relationship with the creatures and aid the scientists in conducting their tests. He hated it sometimes, but at least the scientists were nice. They weren’t doing any of this for the same reasons as Shepherd, they were doing it for the sake of their own curiosity and intrigue. 

Peering inside the, now fully lit, enclosure told Gaz that Jackson was likely tucked back in his little cave to stretch himself out. Gaz didn’t call for him yet, he just stood by the glass, waiting for a command. He would let Jackson rest as long as he could. 

After several moments of idle chatter and moving around, it seemed that many of the scientists were finally ready to begin. “Alright Gaz,” the head scientist of the unit called out to him, “See if you can get him out here for us.” 

Gaz gave a short nod before turning toward the glass enclosure and stepping closer to it. He was quick to lift his hand and give two good taps to the glass. He waited a long moment, letting the noise vibrate around the room. The entire lab was silent, just waiting and letting him do what was needed. After a long moment, Gaz could see as two glowing white dots emerged from the darkness of the cave. He could very slightly make out the outline of Jackson’s body thanks to the full lights in the room. 

“Jackson,” he called out kindly, tilting his head at the eyes, “Would you come out, please?” There was another long moment of silence, but he never took his eyes away from Jackson’s. He knew how much the creature liked it when he looked at him. 

Finally, ever so slowly, Jackson emerged from his cave and into the light. Despite his strength and power, despite the fact that so many of the scientists were deathly afraid of him, and despite the fact that Gaz knew there was more to him than could be seen, Jackson didn’t look intimidating. He looked human. Like a regular person that you’d see walking past you on the street. It was somehow far more terrifying than if Jackson did look like some of the other creatures in the facility. 

Jackson walked all the way up to the glass and made a point to stop right in front of Gaz. His face was fixed into something surprisingly soft and Gaz found himself looking away, embarrassment and heat flooding down his spine as he felt Jackson’s eyes excitedly moving over his face. He cleared his throat nervously before giving the creature a small smile, “Thank you, Jackson. I appreciate your participation.” He turned back toward the scientists then, waiting for their first request of the day. 

“We’d like a chance to observe at least one of his other limbs in detail,” One of the scientists at the corner called out. “If you could get him to bring it out and hold it close to the glass, we would be grateful.”

Gaz nodded to them and turned back to Jackson. He found that the creature’s eyes were still locked onto him and he resisted the urge to shiver under the other’s gaze. It was that same soft look that he wore every day, and yet Gaz had never gotten used to it. He cleared his throat nervously, “Jackson, would you be willing to let us look at one of your, um, well, your tentacles? Up close?”

Jackson tilted his head at him, his lips quirking up a bit as though he was amused. Still, it wasn’t a moment later that there was a sort of wet sound followed by the clothes that they’d given him shifting. A moment later and out slithered an inky black tentacle. The appendage almost shined in the light and Jackson was quick to move it around and hold it just in front of Gaz so that he could see it clearly. It was a dark black color and, upon closer inspection, Gaz could see that as he moved the appendage in the light, it was as though rainbows shined across the appendage. It reminded him distinctly of an oil slick. 

Jackson didn’t move, even as several scientists moved closer to the glass, gathering around Gaz to make quick sketches, take notes, and snap quick pictures of the appendage. Gaz didn’t mind, he just stood still and allowed the scientists to work. Jackson did the same, though he seemed far more focused on Gaz than the various scientists who were very clearly interested in him. 

It wasn’t until one of the scientists accidentally bumped into Gaz, sending him stumbling forward that Jackson tore his gaze away from him. It moved immediately toward the scientist who’d bumped him and his gaze shifted from the softness that had covered it to something sharper. The guttural growl that tore from his throat sent many of the scientists scrambling away from the glass and, when Jackson’s tentacle slammed against the glass and rattled it in its hold, screams erupted from the room. 

Gaz was quick to act, slamming his hand against the glass with a strength that was sure to get Jackson’s attention. Sure enough, the man’s gaze turned toward him. As soon as he saw him he softened and he immediately moved toward where Gaz had his hand pressed against the smooth surface. Jackson practically pressed himself flat against the glass and took care to gently place his hand in the exact same place as Gaz’s.

Within a few moments, it was clear to everyone that Jackson was calm again. That meant that once again, Gaz found himself surrounded by curious scientists. The only difference was that this time they all kept a healthy distance away from him, worried about potentially bumping him and setting Jackson off again. Gaz stayed in his place, his hand pressed against the glass. Jackson seemed more than content with the placement, his own hand staying just where it was on the other side of the glass. 

Gaz noticed that the creature wasn’t looking at him now, but was rather observing their hands with a sense of wonder on his face. Gaz didn’t have small hands by any means, but Jackson was a creature beyond anything that he was sure he could ever understand. It was no surprise to him that the creature’s hands dwarfed his own, after all, Jackson was at least a good foot and a half taller than him. 

Despite this, Jackson was fixated on the sight for several minutes, just observing the way that his hand fit next to Gaz’s. When, finally, he looked back up to his face his entire demeanor had changed. Gone was the softness that Gaz was used to seeing and, in its place was something much darker. There was a look in Jackson’s eyes that Gaz couldn’t quite place, but it sent a shiver down his spine and a flush of heat through his system. 

Jackson’s gaze didn’t change for the rest of the session and even as Gaz and the others were leaving the room, the lights dimming behind them, Gaz could feel the creature’s eyes piercing into his back. He didn’t know what it meant, but he knew that it couldn’t spell anything good for him. 

It was around lunch when the alarms in the facility started going off. As was procedure when things like this happened, Gaz and the others immediately moved into a safe room as the security ran around the facility, trying to figure out what was wrong and what would need to be done to make things safe again. Gaz doubted it was an actual break out, nothing like that had ever happened at the facility before.

More likely than anything was that one of the creatures had damaged their enclosure in some way and set off the alarms around the base. It was part of the reason why he wasn’t surprised in the slightest when a knock came on the safe room door with Shepherd calling for him to come out. 

He gave a deep sigh, knowing that what had likely happened was that Jackson had damaged his enclosure in some way earlier in the day when he’d been shoved. He didn’t mind too much, he often found himself working on quick repairs to Jackson’s enclosure for one reason or another. It would be an easy fix. 

When he pushed his way out of the safe room, the door snapping shut behind him with an air of finality, something felt different. Shepherd’s face was more serious this time and a number of the security guards looked scared shitless. Perhaps the fix wasn’t going to be as easy as he thought. 

“Shepherd,” he acknowledged carefully, “what’s going on?” 

“It’s Jackson,” Shepherd crossed his arms over his chest, “We need your help.”

“Did something happen with his space?” Gaz asked carefully, trying to get a bit more information from the man, “If you tell me what happened I can tell you what I’ll need to fix it. Surely it can’t be that bad?”

There was a long pause. Shepherd shared a glance with the head of the lab’s security and Gaz tensed up at the looks on their faces. That wasn’t good. Something big had apparently happened. 

“It’s better if you see for yourself,” Shepherd landed on finally. He motioned for Gaz to follow him and set off down the hallway, leaving him with no choice but to make his way down the hallway after him. 

As soon as they stepped into the safety room that was connected to the lab and Jackson’s enclosure, Gaz knew that something bad had happened. 

The entire room was in disarray. It looked as though an earthquake had shaken the room. Shelves had fallen, tools were dropped to the ground, and glass was broken along the floor. But what really worried Gaz were the cameras. Each of the labs and connecting enclosures were covered with cameras to allow the security team to monitor everything without disturbing the creatures. Each of the cameras was behind a thick casing of bulletproof glass. The same casing that made up part of the glass blocking the creatures into their enclosures. Every single camera in Jackson’s enclosure had clearly had something happen to it. Rather than showing a live feed of the other room, they only displayed static. 

Gaz sent a questioning look toward Shepherd. Shepherd straightened up and met his eyes before admitting, “Jackson has broken out of his enclosure.” 

“What?” Gaz’s mouth fell open in shock and he had to lean against a nearby counter for support. This was not good. Not good in the slightest. “Wait, wait, if Jackson broke out of his enclosure,” he looked around the room nervously, spotting the two security members who were now blocking his only way out of the room, “what do you need me for?”

“You’re the only person who Jackson responds positively to,” Shepherd stated quickly, “we want you to go inside and convince him back into his cave. Once he’s in there we can activate the backup casing to hold him until the glass can be restored.”

“You’re crazy,” Gaz backed away from Shepherd quickly, “fucking nuts! I am not going in there!”

“It’s your job,” Shepherd told him quickly, his eyes glaring harshly into him, “You’ll do your job.”

“My job,” Gaz responded easily, “Is to help take care of the creatures while they are in their enclosures! Not to get them into the enclosures. That’s your job!” He pushed toward the two men at the door but was quickly shoved back away. “Let me out.” 

Suddenly, both of the men at the door rushed forward and seized his arms, holding him tight even as he struggled. He was dragged across the room and it didn’t take him long to realize where they were taking him. He tried to struggle harder, but it did nothing for him as the two men stopped in front of the door to Jackson’s enclosure. 

He could hear someone swiping their card for the room, but his attention was taken quickly by Shepherd. “Do your job, Garrick.” The man turned his nose up at him, “We won’t let you out until Jackson’s back in his cage. Let’s hope that that thing likes you enough to listen.” 

With that, the door was thrown open and Gaz was thrown into the dim room. He was scrambling back up as quickly as he could, but it was too late and he only managed to slam himself into the metal door. He slammed his fists against it several times, screaming every obscenity that he could think of toward Shepherd. 

He should have known not to be loud, that was what always got Jackson’s attention. Still, he wasn’t thinking clearly. Panic was building in him and it only seemed to increase when he felt something wrap carefully around his ankle. He only had enough time to look down and spot the inky black of a tentacle wrapped around him before the limb yanked and sent him tumbling to the ground. 

To his surprise, the fall didn’t hurt in the slightest and it only took a moment to realize that was because there were three other tentacles under him, cushioning his body. He only had a moment to realize this before he was moved across the floor, dragged halfway across the room in only a short moment. When he finally stopped moving, he found himself looking up at Jackson. 

The creature was hovering over him and Gaz could feel the four tentacles that had been wrapped around him move carefully away to wriggle around in the air behind Jackson. Like this, he could see the light reflecting off of them, giving them that oil-slick look once again. Jackson wasn’t moving, he was just standing over Gaz, looking down at him carefully. That same dark look from earlier was still in his eyes. 

“Jackson,” Gaz started to slowly push himself from the ground, but he was quickly pinned down with a tentacle. He took in several deep breaths to try and calm himself. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but what he did know was that he should at least try something. Even if it didn’t work, at least he’d tried. “Jackson, the others are worried,” he spoke carefully, keeping his voice soft and his face clear of any panic he felt, “Why don’t you go back into your cave for a bit so we can clean things up?” He looked around at the destroyed and torn-apart room, “This isn’t exactly the nicest thing to look at, is it?” 

Of course, there was no response from the creature above him, just more staring. Gaz wasn’t quite sure what to do. There was no way that he was going to be able to break out of Jackson’s hold or get away from him. He was completely at the creature’s mercy and he had no idea what the other wanted from him. 

“Jackson,” he started again carefully, “Please. Let me-” 

He interrupted his own words with a gasp, his entire face going bright red as the tentacle on his chest started moving, trailing down his body and just brushing over his nipples through the fabric of his shirt. 

“Jackson,” he moved to sit up again only to be pinned back down to the ground, this time with another tentacle wrapped around his wrists, holding them together tight. The tentacle on his chest continued moving down until it could slip under his shirt and begin trailing back up his skin. 

Gaz felt hot with the contact, embarrassment and something else running through him. He looked back up to Jackson and was surprised to see that he could suddenly very clearly read that dark look on the creature’s face. Hunger. Lust. Love. 

Another shiver went down his spine and he was helpless to move as the tentacle against his skin finally met his nipples once again. It moved around his chest carefully for several moments, just sliding along the skin before brushing carefully, almost teasingly, over one of them. A moment later and it had brushed over the other. Gaz resisted the urge to groan at the contact, little sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine. He bit his lip instead, squirming a bit in Jackson’s grip. That seemed to be the wrong thing to do as, a moment later, there was another tentacle wrapping around his waist to hold him in place.

The tentacle at his chest grew bolder quickly, carefully flicking over one of his nipples. Soon there was another tentacle pushing its way under his shirt and joining the other in teasing his chest. This one was a bit meaner it seemed, pinching and squeezing at his nipple rather than the simple rubbing and flicking the other was doing. 

The sensations were driving Gaz crazy and it wasn’t long before he was a panting mess, still trying desperately to squirm in the tight hold of Jackson’s tentacles. Whether he was trying to move into the touch or away from it, he wasn’t sure. He just managed to keep his eyes focused on Jackson above him. He could see the way that the creature was flushed from watching him and he’d rather quickly noticed the growing hardness in the clothes that he wore. 

After several moments, the tentacle around his wrists suddenly moved away. Gaz understood why when, a moment later, the tentacles playing with his nipples were moving to strip him of his shirt. “Woah, hold on,” he tried to fight against the movement but, despite his best effort, he soon found himself shirtless. A tentacle wrapped around his wrists again, pinning them back to the ground above his head. “Jackson,” he called nervously, the flush on his skin only growing stronger as he was exposed to the creature’s eyes. 

To his surprise, a groan pulled from Jackson’s throat. It was something deep and low and the sound of it seemed to lay over his skin like a heated blanket. He liked the sound of it more than he wanted to admit. 

He yelped a bit when the creature rather suddenly dropped down, straddling his waist. Their hips pressed together and Gaz couldn’t help the groan that pulled from his throat when Jackson’s hardness ground against him at the move. The sound had a slight smile tugging at Jackson’s lips, but Gaz only got a short look at it before he was ducking down to latch his mouth onto one of his nipples, sucking and licking at it as one of his tentacles played with the other.

“Jackson,” he gasped as he felt hands begin trailing over his waist, feeling carefully over the skin. To his surprise, the creature’s touch was kind, kind and almost reverent in its movement. It was like he couldn’t believe that he was actually touching Gaz. The only noises from the man were content and happy little sighs along with the occasional groan when he would accidentally grind his hips down against Gaz’s. 

Jackson’s teeth were just sharp enough for Gaz to notice as they brushed along his nipple, the slight movement caused him to arch up into the creature’s touch. Jackson only hummed at the move before slowly trailing his mouth up his chest, one of his tentacles quickly taking his mouth's place to continue teasing at his chest. His mouth inched higher and higher until he was sucking at the spot where Gaz’s neck met his shoulder. 

Gaz found himself tilting his head to provide more room for Jackson, allowing the creature to press careful kisses against the skin. He knew he shouldn’t have done it, he knew that he should be fighting harder against the hands and tentacles that seemed so determined to pull pleasure from his body, but he just couldn’t help himself. Jackson was sweet, he’d always been sweet to him and, Gaz had to admit, he didn’t exactly mind what was happening. Would it have been better if he was in a bed rather than the destroyed remnants of a lab? Probably. Was he still going to enjoy himself? Based on the way that Jackson’s hips were moving against his, he would say yes. 

Jackson’s mouth continued to work at his neck, sucking and kissing along the expanse of it as he moved higher and higher. Occasionally he would give just a little nip to the skin, but he was quick to soothe that over with his tongue and several kisses. Eventually, he made his way to Gaz’s jaw, then his chin, before finally, he pressed their lips together. The happy little moan that escaped Jackson when Gaz pressed into the kiss was enough to have his chest feeling warm.

The kiss started with only a few short pecks, but quickly grew into long presses and soon Jackson was opening Gaz’s lips with his tongue so that he could lick happily into his mouth. It all meant that Gaz was distracted enough to hardly notice as Jackson’s hands slid down his skin to begin undoing the top of his pants with surprisingly clever fingers. His attention was brought fully to the movement when another two tentacles began working Gaz’s pants and underwear down his legs in slow careful movements. He was beginning to wonder just how many of the things Jackson had. 

Soon enough, he found himself fully naked under the creature’s touch. He pulled away from Jackson’s lips as best he could, not that Jackson seemed to mind as he just returned his mouth to kiss along his neck. “Jackson,” Gaz started desperately, “You-”

Jackson’s hand wrapping carefully around his hardening cock pulled a desperate moan from him and his hips jerked up into the touch. No tentacle came to stop this movement and, instead, Jackson seemed to encourage it, groaning happily into his neck every time his hips moved. “Oh, fuck,” Gaz groaned out as Jackson started to slowly work his hand up and down Gaz’s cock, stroking him with slow tight movements of his wrist. 

“Jackson,” he gasped desperately at the pleasure that was slowly curing his toes and filling his body, “Please, god, please take- oh your clothes, take your clothes off.” Jackson paused against his neck. His hand and tentacles were still moving around his body, taking pleasure from him, but his mouth had stopped and his head had tilted to the side, as though he was trying to decipher what Gaz had said. 

After a long moment, he finally pulled away from him, a small smile tugging at his lips. He moved his hand away from Gaz’s cock, but it was quickly replaced by one of his tentacles. The tentacle was much slimier than Gaz remembered it being and, distantly, his scientific mind wondered if perhaps it was secreting something due to Jackson’s arousal. It didn’t really matter, all that really mattered was that the slide felt phenomenal against his cock. His mouth fell open and he could only manage to pant desperately as it wrapped around him and started jerking him off at a much faster pace than Jackson’s hand had been moving. He wondered if the increase in speed was because of excitement. 

That would certainly make sense considering the way that Jackson practically tore at his clothes to get them off. His shirt was ripped from his body and tossed away quickly. Next came his pants. He was forced to stand up to take those off and, even through his arousal Gaz couldn’t stop the amusement that flooded him at the way that Jackson huffed at having to move so far away from him. His pants and underwear were quickly kicked away as well. 

As soon as Gaz got a good look at Jackson naked he couldn’t help but groan. The creature was gorgeous and fucking big in more ways than one. With just one look Gaz could tell that the other was going to stretch him open quite nicely and just the thought of it had another moan pulling from his throat. 

Jackson was back on the ground in a second, this time between Gaz’s thighs. He was pressed close enough that Gaz could feel his hard cock pressed against his thigh, rutting against him just slightly. Jackson was quick to bat the tentacle away from Gaz’s cock in favor of replacing it with his own hand, once again resuming his slow tight pace. Now he allowed his thumb to run over the head of Gaz’s cock, stroking along his slit in a move that had him tossing his head back with a whine. 

The tentacle that had been wrapped around his cock didn’t move fully away, instead, it started to carefully trail down his thigh until, eventually, it could begin to slip between his cheeks to start prodding at his hole. He groaned at the feeling of the slippery appendance slowly prodding at him. It was circling him, teasing with little presses or just the tip of it slipping inside of him. “Jackson,” Gaz let his head fall back to the ground with a groan, his entire body lit up with pleasure from the tentacles touching all over him and the warm hand stroking his cock, “Please, oh fuck, please don’t tease.” 

He gaped as the tip of the tentacle finally pressed inside of him, desperate pants leaving his throat as it started to move in slow thrusts, pressing deeper inside of him with every move. Jackson leaned down to kiss and nip at his hips as his tentacle started stretching him open, Gaz could feel the creature’s grin against his skin. “Yes,” he managed to moan out at the thick slide, “yes, yes, yes, keep- oh fuck, keep going!”

The tentacle pressed inside of him started to pick up its speed, thrusting in and out of him at a much quicker pace, pressing against his walls. Gaz could have sworn he felt it thicken inside of him and just that feeling alone nearly had him spilling over Jackson’s hand. The pleasure of it was all too much and he could feel whatever slick was coating the tentacle begin to build up more, spilling and slicking his thighs. 

After several moments, the tentacle shifted and pressed further inside of him, hitting harder and pulling a high whine from Gaz’s throat as it bumped against his prostate. He could feel Jackson’s mouth pause against his skin again before suddenly the tentacle inside of him was hitting that spot again and again. Gaz could only gasp and moan and take the pleasure that was hitting him in continuous waves. 

It was all too good and all too overwhelming for him, so it was no surprise that when Jackson switched from pounding into him with the tentacle to massaging it against his prostate, he couldn’t last much longer. Only a few quick strokes of the hand against his cock and he was coming, spilling over Jackson’s hand as pleasure shook his body and hazed over his mind completely. 

He came down from the feeling slowly and, though the tentacles against his skin had ceased their movements, he couldn’t help but whine as he felt Jackson’s tongue lapping at his spent cock, cleaning the cum from his cock and belly with his tongue. “Jackson,” Gaz was completely out of breath and he tugged helplessly at the tentacles around his wrist as the creature continued his treatment over him. “Please, fuck, just wait,” he gasped again as the tentacles over his skin began to move again slowly and carefully touching him. Similarly, the tentacle inside of him started to slowly move again, still hitting his prostate with every slide. “Wait- oh, oh fuck.” 

He found himself being slowly worked back up, this time with a mouth around his cock rather than a hand. Despite the fact that he’d just come, it didn’t take Jackson any longer than five or so minutes to work him back up into a hard whining mess under his touch. 

The tongue against his cock was clever and Gaz couldn’t help but thrust up into the waiting heat, whining at the feeling of Jackson slowly but harshly sucking at him. Jackson’s hands took to holding his legs open wide, allowing the tentacle inside of him to hit just right with every thrust. 

Then, just as suddenly as they’d started, everything stopped. All of the tentacles slowly retreated from his skin and Jackson was quick to pull his mouth away from Gaz’s cock with a pop. Gaz gave a whine of disappointment, but that was quickly cut off when Jackson used his grip on his thighs to flip him to his hands and knees, a low growl escaping his throat. 

Gaz groaned at the change in position, the feeling of Jackson’s hard cock pressed against his backside making him feel hazy once again. He rocked back against Jackson’s cock, pulling a groan from the creature behind him. The tentacles started to crawl over his skin again, wrapping around him and tugging him back further against Jackson’s cock. Two of them wrapped around his thighs, pulling them further apart, and one wrapped carefully around his cock again, pulling a groan from him. 

Jackson was gentle as he spread him open, fingering at his still-slicked hole for several teasing moments. He seemed to enjoy the desperate noises that it pulled from Gaz’s lips. Finally, though, after several minutes of teasing he pressed the head of his cock against Gaz’s hole. 

With one quick and small thrust, he slipped the head of his cock inside of him, pulling a desperate groan from both of them. “Oh fuck,” Gaz gave a long moan as Jackson started to slowly press inside of him, stretching him just a bit more than the tentacle had. Just enough for him to feel it. “Fuck, Jackson, oh- oh god you feel so fucking good!” 

Jackson gave only a small grunt at his words, his mouth latching onto Gaz’s shoulder with a quick groan as their hips finally met, all of him buried inside of Gaz. He stayed that way for several moments, pressing sweet kisses to his shoulder. As much as Gaz enjoyed it, he clearly knew why the creature was doing it. He was trying to comfort him in some way, trying to offer him something because he, very clearly, didn’t think Gaz was able to easily take him. 

Gaz couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the thought. Sure, Jackson was big, but he’d prepared him well enough. What Gaz wanted, desperately, was for the creature to start moving and actually take care of the buzz that had formed under his skin. The arousal that he’d caused. “Please,” he gave a little sigh, “move, please move.” Jackson didn’t listen, he just kept kissing and licking at the skin of his throat. “Jackson,” he groaned, trying again, “Please, god please move.” Again, nothing. Finally, desperate for some sort of stimulation from the man, he whined, “Jackson, please, I thought you were going to fuck me? I can take it!” He paused before adding teasingly to the end, “If you don’t want to fuck me, I’ll find someone who does.” 

The mouth on his neck froze. All of the tentacles moving across him froze. He could feel the creature behind him tense and, for a moment, he wondered if he said the wrong thing. That thought left his mind when hands tightened harshly on his hips and a snarl pulled from Jackson’s throat. 

In the next moment, Jackson was pulling slowly out of him. He moved until there was only a small portion of his cock still inside of him before he slammed back in, his hips slapping against Gaz’s as he perfectly nailed his prostate once again. Gaz jumped at the sensation, a delighted moan pulling from his throat as Jackson set a bruising pace, fucking into him quickly and nailing his prostate with every thrust. 

The tentacles against him were moving again as well, stroking over him quickly and tightly, leaving their mark in slick across his skin. All sorts of noises fell from Gaz’s lips, moans of Jackson's names and pleas for “more” and “harder” all of which Jackson gladly answered. The pleasure flowing through him was overwhelming. It shook his legs and curled in his gut and numbed his brain until all he could think about was the hard cock pounding into him and the slick tentacles stroking along his skin and covering every inch of him. 

Jackson was a growling and snarling mess against him, groaning and grunting and sounding absolutely feral as he fucked him harder and harder, increasing his pace to something that Gaz knew no regular human would be able to keep up for so long. His tongue was still tracing along the skin of his shoulder, but now Gaz could feel his teeth scraping after it and pressing just so against his skin, just enough that he could feel it. Gaz wondered what it would take to get him to bite. 

It wasn’t long before Gaz found himself a whining moaning mess, his hips moving desperately with Jackson’s thrusts as he chased the rising pleasure inside of him toward that high that he so desperately craved. Jackson seemed to be close as well based on the way that his hips began to stutter slightly and his noises grew more and more wild and more and more desperate. 

It only took the tentacle on his cock moving to rub over his slit for Gaz to come again, pleasure pouring over him in waves as his entire body went weak in Jackson’s hold. The feeling of the creature still pounding into him was so overwhelming but so good as he worked through his orgasm. Gasps and pants and a desperate call of Jackson’s name slipped from his lips. 

Jackson moved quicker and quicker, the groans, grunts, and growls slipping from his lips becoming more and more animalistic as he continued fucking into Gaz, taking everything that he could with desperate movements. His teeth dug into his neck more and Gaz was beginning to feel a bit too overstimulated by his continued attention. “Jackson,” he groaned out, his voice weak from the noises that had been forced from him, “please, want to feel you,” he gasped as the teeth at his neck clenched down tighter. “Please, please, want you to fill me up, want to feel you inside of me! Fuck, give it to me! Make me yours!”

With those simple words, Jackson was biting hard onto his neck, breaking skin just slightly as his hips stuttered once then twice before he finally spilled inside of Gaz. He continued fucking into him for several moments, his cum slowly dripping out around his cock. Gaz couldn’t help but groan at the feeling of the creature lapping at his bleeding neck as his hips slowly stopped.

Many of the tentacles against his skin retreated, but several of them stuck around to help slowly flip him to his back. They acted as cushions for him, keeping him from laying on the cold floor as Jackson leaned over him, pressing kisses all along his face. The creature’s cock was still buried deep inside of him and something told Gaz that he didn’t plan to move any time soon. 

Gaz took several moments to collect his thoughts, trying to get his head on straight despite that haze that continued to hang over him. There were several things running through his brain, things that he hadn’t been able to take into account when he was getting fucked silly by the man currently hovered over him. He had a rather embarrassing feeling blossoming in his chest that told him that he may have just accidentally become the creature’s mate if the way he was licking at his neck and happily soothing him was any indication. He decided rather quickly that it would be an issue for a later version of him. For now, there was something much simpler that he could try to deal with. 

“So,” he started carefully, bringing Jackson’s eyes to meet with his own curiously, “I’m guessing you don’t plan on going back into your enclosure.” 

A small, almost amused smile crossed Jackson's lips before he went back to licking and sucking at his neck. Gaz sighed, knowing that he’d just been given his answer. This was certainly going to be a very interesting next few hours for him. 

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Flowers For My Love (Gaz/Jackson)

For Gaz Week over on Twitter! Day 1 of the SFW prompts was Flower Shop AU and you guys know I will take any opportunity to write Gaz/Jackson. Day 1 NSFW prompt coming later.

Warnings: None

Word count: 2.2k

“Gaz,” Soap’s voice was tilted down into a teasing lilt, immediately catching Gaz’s attention from where he was spraying some of the plants in one of the corners of the shop. He narrowed his eyes at him, noting the way that he was peering out the window with a big grin on his face, “Guess who is walking down the street, headed this way right at this very moment?”

Gaz rolled his eyes and turned back to his plants, shaking his head at his friend, “Let me guess? Your rich boyfriend’s coming to visit you again?”

“Nope,” Soap popped the p in the word and turned to him excitedly, “It’s your ex-military boy.” 

Gaz froze in his place and took a moment to fully register the words that Soap had just said. As soon as he did, he was off. He could hear Soap snickering at him as he rushed over to the front counter, yanking his apron around him tighter and tugging the cap off of his head. He threw it under the counter and pulled out one of the little mirrors he kept stored around the shop, checking his face and appearance quickly to make sure he looked at least halfway decent. 

“I don’t know why you do all that,” Soap commented, casually moving up to the counter with him, “I’m pretty sure that your pretty boy would like to jump your bones no matter how you look.”

Gaz felt himself flush as Soap settled next to him and he shot his friend a glare, “Shut it.” Soap raised his hands in surrender, watching in amusement as Gaz shoved his mirror back under the counter just as the bell at the front door rang, signaling that someone had just stepped inside. 

“Paul,” Gaz called out to the man, a grin pulling across his lips. He did his best to ignore Soap’s snickering from beside him as he rounded the counter to better greet the man, “You’re in a little early, aren’t you? I wasn’t expecting you for your usual until Thursday.”

Paul Jackson was a man who had stumbled into Gaz’s flower shop a few months prior. Gaz had spotted him looking rather overwhelmed as he observed all of the different flowers that the shop offered. Jackson was attractive, a tall man with strawberry-blonde hair and two different colored eyes that had stunned Gaz the first time he met him. He was strong too, apparently owning his own gym and spending most of his days teaching classes. All around, he was one of the most attractive men that Gaz had seen in his life, and, over the months that he’d been coming into the store to talk to Gaz and buy flowers, Gaz had developed a little crush on him. 

He usually came in every Thursday to buy flowers for his apartment, apparently, he had three different vases around the house and he alternated which vase he bought flowers for each week. It was a good idea and meant that Gaz got quite a bit of business from the man. However, it wasn’t a Thursday, which meant that Jackson’s appearance was a bit of a surprise to him. 

“Sorry,” Jackson gave him a bright grin, “I’m actually not here for the usual reasons, so I’ll still be here Thursday too. I know you’re so excited to see me again.” He shot Gaz a wink and, despite the fact that it was clearly a joke, Gaz felt himself flushing a bit. 

“Well,” Gaz cleared his throat nervously and gave a short chuckle, “thanks for the warning.” Jackson seemed to grin wider at his words. “So, what brings you in today if not the usual?”

Jackson shifted a bit and, for a moment, he looked nervous. “It’s a bit embarrassing,” he warned briefly, “see, I’m planning on asking this guy out today and I wanted some flowers to do it with.” Gaz’s face fell, but he did his best to quickly cover it up, trying to avoid showing how the words had squeezed at his chest painfully. 

He cleared his throat nervously and plastered a smile on his face, his hands balled tight in his apron. Jackson didn’t deserve to have to deal with his heartbreak, it wasn’t his fault that Gaz had a crush on him. “Wow! Congrats, I’m super excited for you. I bet he’s going to love it!” He shifted a bit and, even behind him where Soap was he heard no noise. His friend obviously knew just what he was going through. “So what type of flowers are you thinking?”

“Well,” Jackson crossed his arms behind his back and gave him a grin, completely unaware of his sudden drop in mood, “See the thing is that he spends a lot of his time around flowers. Like all day.”

“All day?” Gaz asked, feeling a bit more upset, “What does he do?”

“He owns a flower shop,” Jackson responded enthusiastically, “A really good one, super cute. I come in every Thursday to buy flowers from him.”

Gaz could hear Soap gasp from behind the counter and, he had to admit, that he wanted to gasp as well. He couldn’t believe that Jackson had apparently been going to another flower shop as well as his and that, against all odds, rather than falling for Gaz he’d fallen for the owner of the other shop. If he could, he would scream. 

“Wow!” He grit out, still forcing his smile. “I guess since it’s your happy day I won’t tease you about going to a shop other than mine,” he tried to joke. The words pulled a small odd laugh from Jackson and a full snort from Soap across the room. “So what type of thing are you looking for?”

“Well,” Jackson shoved his hands in his pockets, “I’d like to find something that someone who works with flowers a lot would still appreciate.” 

Gaz felt his face soften. Even when he was upset, he just couldn’t help it. Jackson was too sweet, always thinking ahead about everything and trying to make sure to give the best he could to the others around him. He could have wailed over the fact that he was losing his chance with the man. “I’m sure that whatever you give them,” Gaz started carefully, twisting his hands together, “they’ll appreciate just because it's from you.” He cleared his throat before nervously adding, “I know I would.”

Jackson’s face went a bit pink at his words and he stared a little wide-eyed at him for a few moments. Gaz worried that perhaps he’d said a bit too much. “I- um,” Jackson cleared his throat, “What, um, if it was you, hypothetically, what type of flowers would you like to be given?”

“If it was me…”

Gaz paused for a moment, imagining what it would be like to be presented with a bouquet of flowers by the man in front of him as he shyly admitted his feelings for him. The idea made his mind a bit hazy and a happy feeling blossom in his chest. It was quick to disappear when he remembered what this was for. 

“If it was me, carnations or honeysuckles, maybe both if you’re feeling a bit feisty.” Jackson nodded along to his words, his face twisting up in thought.

“Do they work together?” He asked after a moment, tilting his head curiously at Gaz, “Could you make a bouquet with them for me?”

Gaz gave a small smile, “I can make a bouquet with anything, give me just a few minutes.” Before Jackson could respond, he was darting into the back room of the shop. His face fell as soon as he was alone and he leaned against one of the tables in the room, desperate for some sort of air. 

He took several moments to try and gather his composure, fighting against the disappointment inside his chest and how his heart seemed to squeeze painfully tight, constricting with the knowledge that, soon, Jackson would be asking someone else on a date. Soon, he would be handing someone else a bouquet of flowers made with Gaz’s hands and confessing his feelings for them. 

The thought had his hands shaking, but it didn’t stop him from expertly cutting the flowers that he needed and organizing them into a nice display. Once he was happy with how everything looked, he took the time to carefully wrap the flowers up, tying a careful ribbon around them. Once he was finished, he took a moment to examine the flowers. He’d never been so proud of a bouquet and hated it all at once in his life. Part of him wanted to rip it to pieces and the other part wanted to keep it for himself. To pretend that Jackson had given it to him. 

He pushed past that selfish part of himself to delicately gather the bouquet in his arms. He emerged from the back room, immediately spotting where Jackson was leaning up against the counter, chatting idly with Soap. He took a moment to admire him before stepping toward the two men. 

“Alright,” he carefully handed the bouquet over to Jackson, “how does that look?”

Jackson looked over it with wide eyes, a grin slowly pulling at his lips. “Gaz, you’ve outdone yourself, this is gorgeous!” 

“Thank you!” Gaz gave a bright smile, the compliment pulling at his heartstrings even more. Why did Jackson have to be so sweet? “Will it work for what you need? Do you think he’ll like it?”

“Do you like it?” Jackson looked up at him with a tilted head, observing his face with close eyes. 

Gaz was a bit surprised by the question but was quick to answer, “I do. I think the combination is beautiful.” Jackson met his answer with a short nod and a grin.

“Then they’re perfect. How much is it going to run me?” 

Gaz moved behind the counter, ignoring the bright grin that Soap gave him in favor of typing a few things into his little computer system. He didn’t understand why his friend was grinning at him. Didn’t he understand what was going on? Didn’t he understand that Gaz was fighting through his own heartbreak? 

“Hey,” Soap drew Gaz’s attention toward him, “I’m going to step into the back for a second.”

“Why?”

“No reason,” Soap gave a grin. He turned to Jackson, “Nice to see you man, good luck with asking your guy out, though,” he glanced toward Gaz for a moment, “Something tells me you won’t need it.” He gave a quick pat on Gaz’s back before quickly disappearing into the backroom.

Gaz glared after him before turning back to the computer, trying to type everything in as quickly as possible. It was difficult when he could feel Jackson’s eyes watching him closely. He’d misclicked around six times before he finally managed to get everything in and read off the amount. “Fifty-two dollars and sixty cents is the total.” He took Jackson’s offered card and swiped it through. As usual, the payment went through without issue. “Alright,” he handed the card back and leaned tiredly against the counter, “You’re all set. Good luck.” 

Jackson gave him a bright grin, “This is really nerve-wracking for me, you know.” 

“I’m sure you’ll do great,” Gaz encouraged, “Just go for it. I’m sure they’ll say yes.”

“I hope you’re right.” Jackson took in a deep breath before holding the bouquet out for him. Gaz stared at it for a long moment, trying to figure out what he was doing. 

“Is something,” he looked up at Jackson with furrowed brows, “Is something wrong with it?”

Jackson gave him a bright grin and shook his head, “They’re for you.”

Gaz took the offered flowers slowly, his brows still wrinkled in confusion, “But I thought you said they were for the guy you were asking out? The one who owns the flower shop and- oh.” His face lit up red as he realized exactly what was happening. “Oh- wait, is this- you mean? You- the guy?”

Jackson gave a low chuckle at his nervous stutters and nodded his head. His eyes had a sort of amused and adoring twinkle in them and Gaz felt himself flush harder. He was quick to hide his face in the bouquet. “The guy is you. I’m not going to lie to you, I’ve kind of only been coming for flowers over the past few months just to see you. I don’t actually need so many flowers, my apartment is covered in them.”

“You’ve been coming just to see me?” He was sure he was going to melt into the floor. All this time that he’d been crushing on Jackson, all this time that he’d wanted to say something and Jackson had been doing just the same. It made his heart flutter in his chest. 

“I have,” Jackson admitted with a shy sort of grin, “I was hoping, though, that I might be able to see you more than just once a week. If you’d like?”

Gaz just stared at him for a long moment before practically leaping over the counter to grab at the front of his shirt and tug him closer. He pressed their lips together, a grin on his face as he finally was able to taste the other man. It was better than he could have hoped and, as Jackson leaned across the counter to better kiss him, he couldn’t have been happier.

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Warmth (Gaz/Price)

Day 3 of Gaz Week! Prompt was Sharing Warmth for the SFW side!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.1k

Gaz should have listened to Price. He hated to say it, he really hated to say it, but he should have listened to him. He couldn't say anything now though. No, that would be far too embarrassing and the last thing he wanted to hear from the older man was an "I told you so."

The day had started off nice, so unbelievably nice. When Gaz had stepped out onto the little porch of his and Price's shared home, he'd been pleased to feel warm air around him. The sun was shining and the birds were chirping which, to him, meant that it was going to be a good sunny day.

Price had disagreed with him.

"G'morning," arms wrapped around him from behind, and a quick kiss was pressed to his bare shoulder. Gaz had relaxed into the man's hold easily, giving a contented sigh as the older man's beard tickled his skin wherever Price's mouth landed.

Gaz gave a hum in return, closing his eyes to bask in the warmth of the sunlight and the love of the man behind him. "Morning, excited?"

"You know I am," Price had responded quickly. Gaz could hear the grin in his voice, "Thank you again."

"It was your birthday," Gaz was quick to answer, "you deserve something nice." He could hear Price's rumbling chuckle against his skin and, though he was confused, he found a grin pulling at his lips. "What?"

"Nothing, nothing," Price pressed a kiss to his cheek, "just thinking that I already have something nice." His hand trailed over Gaz's chest and immediately the younger man knew what he meant by the words.

"Sap," he accused.

"Maybe." Price pressed another kiss to his cheek. They stood together for several long moments, Gaz wrapped up in his boyfriend's arms. They were just watching the yard in front of them, watching the birds and other animals move through the grass.

After several minutes, Gaz could feel Price's head tilt up and a hum pull from his throat. "You should wear something warm today. Coat and bring some gloves and a hat just in case."

Gaz felt his eyebrows furrow, "Why would I need a coat? It feels great out here." He twisted so that he could meet Price's eyes.

"Looks like rain," Price responded easily, still looking up, "Likely to bring in a cold front based on the past few days."

Gaz stared at his boyfriend for several long moments, trying to tell if he was joking or not. "You can tell that," he started, clear disbelief in his voice, "by looking at the completely clear sunny sky?"

"Yeah?" Price tilted his head at him, "What?"

Gaz shook his head, an amused smile pulling at his lips, "I don't believe you."

"Why not?" Price pulled away from him slightly, something akin to a pout on his face.

"Because," Gaz chuckled again, "It doesn't make sense. You're making it up!" He shook his head, "You can't tell that just by looking at the sky!"

Price gave him an amused smile, "Don't believe me then, but don't come whining to me when you're freezing later."

Price pressed a kiss to the side of his head before ducking off back into the house, leaving Gaz grumbling behind him. He was not going to be freezing later, thank you very much. He looked back up at the sky and scoffed. Price had no idea what he was talking about.

He'd been completely wrong because of course he had. He'd been wrong, Price had been right, and now he was freezing his ass off in the cold nighttime air of a football game.

When they'd arrived and taken their seats, ones that Gaz had fought hard for them to get, the sun had still been shining. Gaz was so certain that Price had been wrong and that he'd been right. There was no rain. There was no cold. It wasn't even ten minutes after he'd smugly had the thought that he'd felt the first drop of rain hit him. He'd found Price already giving him a smug look when he turned to the man.

The rain hadn't lasted long. It was a good downpour and Gaz and Price had been huddled up under Price's umbrella together, doing their best to stay dry. The rain didn't last long, but soon after it started and the temperature seemed to drop within only a few minutes.

What had been a warm sunny day had quickly turned into a wet, dreary, cold one. Gaz was woefully underprepared for it.

He tried to act as normal as he could, avoiding Price's gaze as he rubbed his hands together, trying to keep some warmth in the digits. Similarly, he'd taken to rubbing his hands over his arms as subtly as he could, warming himself up as best as he could without drawing attention to himself. It didn't seem to be working.

Within ten minutes of the cold air, he found his fingers hurting with the cold. Within twenty minutes he was shivering and desperately cursing his past self for being too stubborn to bring a jacket just in case.

After a few moments, he could feel Price move closer to him, reaching out to tuck him into his side. It immediately gave him more warmth and he resisted the urge to sigh with relief.

Price was quiet for a few moments before asking, "Do you regret not listening to me yet?"

"Shut it," Gaz grumbled, a flush of heat going over his skin. "This was a fluke."

Price hummed carefully, amusement clear in his tone, "Of course." He pulled Gaz closer, wrapping him up from behind as he's done earlier that morning. He opened his own jacket to wrap it around Gaz as best as he could.

Gaz gave a sigh of relief at the feeling, Price's body heat and the jacket immediately helping to warm him up. There was a long moment where they just stood like that, watching the game play out in front of them. Football wasn't exactly Gaz's favorite, but he knew that Price enjoyed it.

Gaz was still rubbing his hands together, trying hard to keep them warm. He thought about trying to stick them in Price's pockets, but he didn't think that would be the best choice considering their current position.

He'd resigned himself to having cold hands for the night when they were both suddenly seized by Price's hands. Price guided his hands up, quickly cupping his hands around Gaz's own before bringing them up to his mouth. Immediately the man started to puff hot air into his hands, slowly warming Gaz's up with his breath.

"Next time," he spoke carefully through puffs of hot air, "listen to me, yeah?" He had an amused smile on his face and Gaz could do nothing but flush from embarrassment and nod his head slowly.

Once Price was content that his hands were warm, he released them and wrapped Gaz back up in his jacket moments later. He pressed a kiss against Gaz's cheek and, despite the cold air surrounding them, Gaz was sure he'd never felt warmer.

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Mid Mission Mischief - Ghost/Gaz

GAZ WEEK 2023 - STUCK IN A SMALL SPACE

Things go slightly array when Gaz and Ghost have to get under a desk to hide from some guards mid mission. Kyle's body reacts form being in such close proximity with his superior.

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Contains: NSFW, tight space, sex during a mission

Gaz and Ghost were in an office. The boss of a smuggling ring’s office, to be exact. One who was in charge of a weapon dealing op the 141 was trying to eradicate. Whilst the enemies main forces were out, the two-person team snuck in.

Gaz was looking through the shelves, drawers, and on top of the desk to look for any further proof of other activity while Ghost watched the door. This base was almost completely analog to Gaz’s horror, meaning he was looking through paperwork and meaningless files, hoping he could find a scrap of info.

“Sir, I’m not findin’ anything,” Gaz said, showing his frustration as he looked at Ghost.

Ghost did not hide a roll of his eyes, “Use your eyes, Garrick. It ain’t hard.”

“I am, sir.” Gaz hissed, gesturing to the piles of papers. “But there’s nothing of note. Just borin’ reports and bank statements.”

Ghost did not hide a frustrated huff as he walked to Gaz at the desk, “Fine. I’ll look. You take door-”

Just at that moment, the doorknob moved. Both men darted their heads to see it. Then, before Gaz could react, Ghost had jumped over the desk and pulled Gaz under it with him.

Gaz was slammed to the ground with a faint thud. Half lying down with his legs splayed along the ratted carpet and back against the side wall of the desk. Ghost was above him, kneeling with his back hunched to fit. It was a stroke of luck they were hiding under an executive-style desk, with drawers on either side and a wall on the opposite end from where the owner would stand. Hiding their presence from the new arrivals unless they circled the room.

Both of them listened as the door creaked open and five distinct sets of footsteps entered. Gaz shifted just a little, pulling his legs closer on either side of Ghost to ensure they would not be seen from the outside. Gaz then looked up, viewing just how crammed into the space they were.

Ghost was a large, towering man and Gaz was not much better. It was a cramped space under the desk and Ghost was close. VERY close.

The lieutenant’s back was hunkered but it was still brushing the roof of the desk, his large shoulders almost as wide too. He would have struggled to hide under here even without Gaz. So it was no wonder he felt so close. Large hands pressed to the wall by Gaz’s head, face close to his but looking away to listen to the voices in the room. One of Ghost’s knees between Gaz’s legs and another on his right.

Perhaps it was Gaz’s racing adrenalin but he found his breathing quickening, his heart beginning to race. Still being quiet, those deeper breaths meant he could smell Ghost closer like this. He smelled of gunpowder, oil grease, and something more, a something more that had Gaz growing hot under the collar. It was a musk that he had caught once or twice before that had him spinning. 

It made him think of Ghost in the gym, glistening with sweat and grunting as he lifted weights. How the muscles tightened and squeezed in strain, how the veins grew distinct above the skin.

Fuck. Gaz realized he was getting turned on. 

He bit his lip, unconsciously moving a little to adjust to the slight constriction of his pants and accidentally brushing against Ghost’s knee, letting slip a faint gasp.

Ghost’s reaction was immediate, reaching out and pushing a gloved hand against his mouth silencing him. The guards immediately seemed to notice but were unsure of where it came from, looking but not bothering to circle the whole room just yet.

Gaz felt himself shiver as he realized Ghost’s eyes were on him. Warm, bright brown eyes. Staring at him amongst the black of his mask. It was then, to Gaz’s horror that his superior looked down. Seeing, very clearly, Gaz’s half-pitched tent in his pants.

Gaz squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his skin wriggle and burn with embarrassment. What must Ghost be thinking? 

He was probably confused, annoyed, maybe even disgusted.

Gaz didn’t want to look, maybe if he kept his eyes closed for long enough, Ghost would disappear. Or that he would wake up and it would be revealed to be just a terrible dream.

Instead, he felt something touch him between his legs, forcing out another noise that was well muffled by the thick, worn fabric of Ghost’s gloves. Gaz had also opened his eyes in surprise, looking to see Ghost’s other hand there. Touching at his bulge with the skeletal patterned glove.

Gaz’s eyes shot to Ghost's, surprise making him freeze even as his cock twitched at his superior’s touch. A shiver coursed down his body when he realized Ghost was still looking at him. Watching him. His hand was now cupping at him, squeezing experimentally and watching each fidget or grunt that came with it.

Gaz was confused but weirdly excited by it. The thrill of the men still in the room, discussing and talking, whilst Ghost groped him under the desk. Gloved hand still pressed to his mouth, stopping any noise. Those eyes, watching his every move and reaction. It was no surprise then when Gaz soon became fully hard and uncomfortable under his fatigues.

Gaz tried his best to stay still, as although his mouth had been silenced, any rustle of clothes, friction against carpet, or bumps on wood would alert their location. But he couldn’t help it, finding himself shuffling and bucking into Ghost’s generous hand. Wanting more. More of his touch. More of his warmth.

By some miracle, the visitors seemed satisfied by their half-hearted surveillance of the room and left, shutting the door behind them. It was only then that Ghost released Gaz’s mouth.

Gaz gasped for a breath of air before starting to speak. “Hah- What’s your deal, touchin’ me like that? Give a bloke a warning!”

“So you weren’t enjoyin’ it then?” Ghost asked, tone matter of fact.

“Wha- No, I mean . . . What do you think?” Gaz blustered, allowing his voice to be emotive but hushed. “As I said, at least give us a warning or somethin’ before you start gettin’ handsy.”

“My bad,” Ghost said with a hint of sincerity through the cold, even as his hand still lingered on Gaz’s hidden cock. “I just couldn’t resist. It’s not every day a pretty bloke like you thinks I’m attractive.”

Gaz let out a frustrated huff, “Oh please, you’re more than just ‘attractive’.”

“Oh? What am I then?”

“A distraction.” Gaz snapped, gritting his teeth as Ghost squeezed at him, softly punishing him for the insult.

“Well, this distraction might just leave you to dry if you don’t play nice, Garrick.” Ghost said with a tone of warning.

Gaz bit his lip for a moment, reading in Ghost’s eyes a look of seriousness underlaid with his own hedonistic need. “What did you have in mind, then?”

. . .

Gaz kept to the same spot under the desk, neck beginning to cramp and legs half bent to fit the length of space under the desk. His pants were undone and his cock freed but constricted instead inside Ghost.

Ghost sat on top, still hunched to not hit the roof of the desk, on his knees with his pants shoved off completely. One hand kept Gaz’s lower abdomen still, forcing Gaz not to move and thrust upwards further into Ghost’s addictive heat. The other hand had returned to Gaz’s mouth, covering both nose and mouth. Muffling most noise and restricting Gaz’s already uneven breaths.

It was all something Gaz would never forget, Ghost lifting his hips and dropping down. Taking Gaz’s cock in full, how his own hard on bounced by his stomach. Head red and left unattended. Mask resolutely still hiding his features but eyes heavy lidded and dark with pleasure. That wasn’t even all. Ghost was also talking to Gaz, speaking to him as he rode and ground into him with salacious rolls of his hips that dragged a groan from Gaz each and everytime.

“You’re lucky you’re a handsome lad, Kyle.” Ghost whispered, voice rasped but rich, forcing Gaz to shiver as he heard his own name. “I wouldn’t just let anybody put their cock in, y’know?”

Gaz hummed against Ghost’s hand. His own grip at his lieutenant’s waist, almost useless as they tugged and pulled. Silently pleading Ghost to quicken or slow. But Ghost never obeyed, using Gaz’s cock for his own enjoyment more than anything else.

“Fuck, you suit this well, Garrick. Letting people enjoy this good dick of yours and watch your pretty face get all messed up.”

Gaz felt himself twitch inside Ghost, flattered immensely by the praise.

“I’d ride you all day if I could. Keep you all to myself and take your cock until you’re numb from it.” Ghost said with an audible grin as he spoke, squeezing around Gaz’s sensitive cock and forcing out a whimper from him. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Be at my mercy and let me take whatever I want from you, huh?”

Ghost lifted up and slammed back down, Gaz reflexively wanting to lift his hips to burrow deeper but that strong, stern hand at his stomach stilled him. Making him groan in need and want. 

He was getting close now, knew it was only a matter of time.

Gaz would have tried to stave it off, perhaps offer Ghost’s some assistance with his own abandoned erection but he was pinned and enjoying this whole encounter far too much to ask to change.

He could only squeeze his fingers into Ghost’s pale, scarred hips in warning. Eyes looking into Ghost’s pleadingly, asking - no begging for him to let him finish. Ghost wasn’t cruel but it would not surprise Gaz if edging him was yet another mirthful tactic Ghost wanted to employ.

But Ghost seemed unbothered by Gaz’s pending release, almost pleased.

“Go on then,” Ghost grunted, his own breaths coming unsteady huffs as the exertion of riding Gaz was now getting to him.

“I’d love to see a looker like you cum. Bet you look right pretty, teary-eyed and flushed. I’m lookin’ forward to seeing it. C’mon, Kyle. Be a good, pretty boy for me. You can even cum inside if you like. You’ll just have to promise to clean me up when we get back.”

The idea of eating Ghost’s ass out, tasting his own cum on his tongue as he finally got his chance to make Ghost moan, had Gaz finally spilling over. His hips bucking and humping up into Ghost in needy, pathetic thrusts. Seeming to gratify Ghost as he hummed a heavy tone as he watched. Eyes slanted in a dark, pleased smile that had Gaz’s cock ache all the more.

But Ghost did not stop. The grinding of his hips was unrelenting. Needy to the point of maddening. Fucking himself on Gaz’s cock even as the sergeant soon felt overstimulated and raw.

Not enough for true discomfort but enough to make him struggle against Ghost’s loosening hands. But it was half-hearted, eyes still watching as Ghost needed his own finish. 

Gaz wished he could see Ghost’s face, wished to see the pale skin colour red and watch his mouth open in keening gasps that he could tortuously hear through the cloth and prosthetic skull. 

All he could do was watch. Watch Ghost take his own cock in hand and jerk it hungrily, pulling himself closer and closer with every roll or jerk until he finally finished. Pearly white strips spilling into Ghost’s black-gloved hand and onto Gaz’s shirt. Gaz may have thought to complain about the mess but was far too busy enjoying the view. His own cock starting to stiffen a little at how eagerly Ghost had chased his own release with him still inside.

After both men had caught their breath and were certain no more visitors would come to the room, they finally separated. Gaz not helping but only watched as Ghost pulled his pants back up, knowing full well Gaz’s cum was surely slowly seeping out and dribbling down his thighs. Fuck, Gaz really wished he could see it.

Gaz was just getting to his feet when he noticed something. 

On the underside of the table appeared to be a loosened screw, hidden from open view but near enough to the end of the desk to be reachable by someone who sat before it. Curious, Gaz pulled at it. And with a faint click, a small compartment opened.

Miniscule enough to not fit pieces of paper, it was the perfect size for a USB stick. Clearly, these targets weren’t complete Luddites’s after all.

Gaz was grinning as he got to his feet. “Sir, I think I got what we were lookin’ for.” Holding out the item to Ghost.

Ghost seemed, almost, surprised. Taking it and safely storing it in a pocket on his belt.

“Nicely done, Garrick.” His eyes then lowered a little, “You’re flies undone by the way.”

“Shit,” Gaz swore, hurriedly fixing the last sight of undress. “Not goin’ to give me a reward, sir?”

“Oh don’t worry, I’ve got something in mind. Once we get back to base, of course.” Gaz could see a flicker of something almost like mischief in those dark brown eyes. “Now then, let's get out of this shithole.”

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Admiring Admittance - Ghost/Gaz/Soap

GAZ WEEK 2023 - BODYWORSHIP

Gaz feels self-conscious and unattractive after eyeing up his two boyfriends in the gym one day. Not to worry, Ghost and Soap have a good way to remedy this.

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Contains: NSFW, mentions of body dysmorphia

Gaz, Soap and Ghost were in the gym during a quiet stationary day on base. Working out their energy with weights, drills, and sparring. Which usually led to expending another type of energy after eyeing each other up all day.

Muscles tensing, skin glistening, mouths half opened to dispense strained breaths. It was unsurprising all three were hot under the collar even after a cool shower to wash away the sweat.

Outside of the dulling aching need to touch his lovers, Gaz also felt something else as he looked at the two men. 

Ghost was tall and built like a shithouse. Strong, firm muscles were hidden behind a layer of fat that was simply glorious to clutch and hold in the bedroom. Broad in the shoulders and hips, bulky and intimidating in stature alone.

Soap was shorter than Gaz and Ghost but he was still visibly strong. Well-defined muscles and brag-worthy six-pack abs meant even the non-trio members often stared. Strong, broad shoulders tapered down to a smaller waist. Stout but brawny.

Then there was Gaz. Tall, lanky Gaz. 

Don’t be confused, Gaz had muscle and strength to spare but it did not show on his body like it did the others. Didn’t widen the circumference of his arms nor hide the distinct bones at his hips or shoulders. He had a naturally lithe frame, a dancer’s body, his mother had always said. Perfect to leap and spin, acrobatic but resilient. 

Gaz had rarely felt jealous or self-conscious before, blessed with a gorgeous face and healthy physique, he had never found himself wanting something different . . . Until now.

Even being an inch or two taller than Soap, Gaz felt small in comparison to his partners. Weaker and frail almost. To summarise, unattractive.

It was an odd and discomforting feeling, bothering him so much he was captured by his own confronting thoughts throughout the next hour. As the trio finished in the gym, showered, dressed and retreated to Ghost’s private quarters since Gaz and Soap still slept in the barracks.

It wasn’t until they were inside, Soap having already dive bombed onto the bed, that Ghost spoke to him.

“You alrigh’ there, Kyle?” Ghost asked, voice heavy and low but soft with hinting concern.

“Hm?” Gaz hummed in reply before realising Ghost had asked him something. “Oh, uh- I’m fine, it’s nothing.”

Ghost did not seem convinced, his eyes looking over him carefully. “If it’s nothing, you wouldn’t be lookin’ so down.”

“What’s the matter?” Soap chimed in, sitting up straight on the bed with his legs dangling from the edge.

Gaz had not realised he had caused his lovers worry, which apart from flattering him, made him grow even more self-conscious. He considered deflecting again, pretending they were just imagining this. But Ghost’s hand then rested on his shoulder and Soap’s sweet eyes were bright with worry. If he could tell anyone what he was thinking, it would be these two. He trusted them, loved them above all else. So, although he felt repulsion at himself for saying it, he spoke his mind.

“Do . . . Do you think I’m weak?”

“What?” Soap half-blanched, surprised. “Of course not! Who said that?! I’ll-” Soap’s raising tone was immediately silenced by a look from Ghost.

“Why would you ask that?”

“It’s just . . .” Gaz started, feeling his throat go dry and his eyes sting a little by the corners. “I’m not as muscular as you two. I’ve tried to gain muscle but it’s hard for me.” He felt both his partners watching him, allowing him to continue if he wished. “I . . . I just realised that maybe . . . Maybe I’m not as attractive to you.”

Soap immediately stood, taking a place by Gaz’s side. “You’re kidding? You’re bonnie, Kyle! Of course, we’re attracted to ye’. Cannae keep my hands off ye’ half the time.”

“Besides,” Ghost said, hand still on Gaz’s shoulder and squeezing. “We don’t want you to be that for us. We like - love you the way you are.” He corrected, still adjusting to the word as it was still a newly introduced idea in their relationship.

Soap nodded emphatically, reaching out both arms and wrapping them around Gaz’s slim waist. “If ye’ want to change, we’ll support you. But don’t go changin’ just cos’ ye’ think we’d jump your bones any harder than we already do.”

Ghost closened as well, his chest brushing Gaz’s back. “Agreed. We wouldn’t care what size, ‘s long as you're healthy and comfortable.”

Gaz felt greatly moved by the assurance but it did not completely sway him. Even now, sandwiched between his lovers, he felt small and slight. Insignificant even as Soap held him and Ghost pressed close.

Ghost and Soap must have exchanged another silent look as there was a moment’s pause before Soap spoke. “Ye’ know what I like, Gaz?” The Scot waited until Gaz’s eyes met his, so he could read Soap’s genuine affection. “I like how tall ye’ are. Ye’ give such great hugs with those arms.” 

Soap’s arms left Gaz’s side for only a moment. Urging his lover’s arms to lift and drape over his shoulders. Long and slim compared to Soap’s own. Gaz felt Ghost’s own hands reaching to hold at his hips, tracing the visible hip bones through Gaz’s sweats.

“I quite like these you know,” He said, voice low and hushed right by Gaz’s ear. Making him shiver.

“And these,” Soap added, a hand touching at indents in Gaz’s clavicle. “I always like touchin’ them,” He then leaned forward and kissed each of the identical bones. “They look so pretty when they’ve got hickey’s on ‘em.”

“Don’t forget these,” Soap’s hand lifting Gaz’s loose fitting shirt to admire his trimmed but strong stomach. “I can never resist this.” His hands then touched at his lower abdomen, admiring the dark haired happy trail disappearing past the waistband.

Gaz was feeling comforted but was becoming more horny than anything else. His hips flinching a little at Soap’s proximity to his crotch, his cock waking from a soft doze he had been going through all day.

“I can never have enough of this,” Ghost then whispered, large and strong hands squeezing at Gaz’s behind. “I could honestly watch your ass all day, imagining how nice it looks when we push our cocks between.”

Gaz audibly whimpered at that, wriggling a little as goosebumps rippled up his arms and still exposed stomach. A hot flush then amassed between his legs and tenting his pants.

“Fuck,” Soap groaned out, eyes watching Gaz’s face scrunch in arousal. His hand lowering to cup at Gaz’s erection through his pants. “And this, Kyle. God, I’m always happy when your cock comes up to say hello.”

Gaz may have cringed at the phrasing but was far too erotically enthralled to voice it, watching Soap’s hand cup and squeeze at him through the cloth. Ghost was not helping, both hands manhandling and spreading his cheeks.

“Why don’t you give it a warm greeting then, Johnny?” Ghost asked, resting his chin on Gaz’s shoulder so he could look at the Scot. “Let’s show our boy how much we adore ‘im with more than just words.”

Soap grinned wide, “Brilliant ideas, sir. I’ll get lube?”

“Good thinking,” Ghost said with a nod.

Both Gaz and Ghost watched Soap depart for only a moment before returning. Bottle of lube retrieved and handed to Ghost over Gaz’s shoulder.

Gaz had his suspicions on what was to happen next and he did not see any reason to stop them. He was feeling a little better, appreciated and loved. But he thought it would be rude to not see the two men’s full displays of affection.

Soap took Gaz by the chin and pulled him in for a loving kiss. Quick pecks growing quicker and harsher, tongues dashing and teeth pinching at lips. Soap very clearly wishing to savour Gaz’s touch before he pulled away. His grin still visible in the curl of his lip and glitter in his eyes as he went on his knees.

Gaz’s breaths were already unsteady from his lovers’ touches and kisses but to finally see Soap going down on him only harshened them more. Not to mention Ghost who was now kissing up and down Gaz’s neck. Trailing marks over soft, dark skin. Leaving territorial hickeys so that all would know Gaz was only for them.

Soap kissed Gaz’s stomach as he tugged both his pants and briefs down in one pull, freeing his hardening cock, only going to touch him there once the clothing was safely tossed aside. Calloused hands caressed his thighs before Soap leaned in to kiss at the underside of his cock. Whiskers brushing over sensitive skin and tongue dashing out to lick the length of him. Groans rumbled in Gaz’s throat as he watched the Scot. Who seemed to enjoy Gaz’s aroused attention, flashing a handsome smirk before he took Gaz into his mouth.

Gaz gasped at the warmth that soon surrounded his cock, hands coming to hold at Soap’s shoulders to steady himself. The man on his knees easily taking him down to the base, nose pressed against his pelvis before pulling away. Mouth hollowing before beginning a slow, steady pace. Dragging out grunts and whimpers with each bob of the head.

At this point, Ghost had his fingers slickened and pressed at Gaz’s hole. Pressing two fingers in easily and stretching Gaz out just the little he needed. Already opened from their several rounds of nightly activities the day before.

Although Gaz could not see Ghost at his work, he could feel Ghost’s fingers tenfold inside and hear Ghost’s uplifted breaths, heavy and rich by his ear and making Gaz shiver. Adding a third finger Ghost pressed his lips to Gaz’s ear, voice thick and rich in his ear.

“I love the way you squeeze around my fingers each time Soap bottom’s out. I can’t wait to feel it around my cock, Kyle. Don’t you?” 

Gaz nodded, biting into his lip as he almost whimpered when Ghost pushed against his prostate. Knees beginning to tremble at the growingly overwhelming sense of pleasure coming from his two partners.

Ghost seemed to notice this, pulling his fingers away and with the same hand, went around Gaz’s body to tug Soap’s head by the hair. Stopping his hungry blowjob and pulling the Scot’s mouth away with a ‘pop’.

“God Gaz, look at what you’ve done to ‘im. Completely drunk on your cock, isn’t he?” Ghost asked by his ear, then letting out a rich chuckle.

Soap said nothing, eyes misted. His tongue only dashing out to lick at his drying lips, mouth open in heavy gasps.

“What’s say we give him what he wants, hm? And I can fuck you in the meanwhile, that means we’re both getting to enjoy you.”

Gaz shakily nodded his head, not blissed out enough to say something dorky like ‘yes please’ yet.

“Good lad,” Ghost said with audible satisfaction, letting go of Soap’s hair. “Go on, Johnny, get back to it. We wouldn’t want to keep our lovely Kyle waiting.”

Soap did not need to hear anything else, immediately returning and taking Gaz’s cock back in his mouth and down his throat in grateful eagerness.

“Now then,” Ghost muttered, a hand tucking under Gaz’s right leg and carefully lifting it upwards. Leaving Gaz to stand on just one foot and lean his body weight on Ghost. “Let’s get you all filled up.”

Gaz felt little strain from his new posture, always being easily malleable for his lovers to situate him however they or he liked best. He could touch his toes with ease and do the splits without breaking a sweat. Dancer’s body indeed.

Ghost did not waste any of Gaz’s limited time, could tell Gaz was nearing to his end with Soap’s mouth alone. Aligning his cock to Gaz’s entrance and pressing in with a low grunt, Ghost rocked his hips forward into Gaz’s tight heat, which then pressed Gaz further into Soap’s hungry mouth. Their rocky but fluid swaying inching Gaz ever closer to his peak.

Suffice to say, Gaz was in his own paradise. Filled at one end while warm and squeezed on the other. By this point, he had lost any thought to restrain his noises of satisfaction. His head rolling back on his shoulders to gasp, groan, whimper and call to his partners.

It was only a matter of time and Gaz’s two loves were more than happy to make him reach it. Soap taking him in his mouth with gusto and Ghost’s pace quickening but still keeping steady, both trying their hardest to let Gaz have a true mind-melting finish.

Which Gaz so gratefully did, his breaths hitching and moans turning faint. Eyes seeing stars as his head rolled back on his shoulders and squeezing shut. Clenching around Ghost and his hands fumbled to hold Soap down to the hilt of his cock. Cumming inside and down Soap’s throat as he keened one final time. 

Body relaxing immediately, welcoming the solidness of Ghost’s arms as he ushered an enfeebled Gaz to lie on the bed. The lieutenant flopping on top and closing his eyes, breaths still out of pace.

As he slowly came down from above the clouds, he felt warmth on either side as Soap and Ghost lay on either side of him. Ensuring he did not lose any body heat as he sobered. Arms enwrapping him on either side and holding him close.

It was then that Gaz felt truly loved. Apart from the tender words or erotic acts, this, the softness of their embrace and the contentment of holding him near was enough to make Gaz’s eyes sting a little.

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Personal Models (Price/Gaz/Jackson)

Day 4 of Gaz week! The SFW prompt was Hobby!

Warnings: thirsty comments (so slight nsfw there)

"You know," Jackson did a quick spin, "I think I look fucking fantastic in this, really shows off my legs."

Gaz couldn't help the laugh that pulled from his lips at the words. The skirt that his boyfriend was wearing swished around his legs with every move, exposing a bit more of his thighs with every second. Gaz could feel his face heating up at the sigh, but the grin that he wore stayed in place.

"You know," he readjusted the camera in front of him, "If you keep moving like that, I'm never going to get a good picture. You'll starve my followers of their thirst content." He chuckled a bit to himself at the thought. He'd already had a number of people in his comments begging to see another outfit on Jackson or Price and, well, he was never one to starve people of what they wanted.

Jackson rolled his eyes at the words, "Let them starve! I like the way it moves and I insisted on enjoying it." He turned his nose up playfully before moving again to allow the fabric of the skirt to move around his thighs again.

"Well," Gaz put his hands on his hips and gave Jackson a stern look, "If you don't sit still, I'll just have to put John in the skirt instead." Gaz shot a playful look over to Price who'd been quietly watching the entire situation.

"I think I'd look better in it," Price answered easily, his tone teasing, "I mean I looked better in the last skirt that you made."

"That's just because blue isn't my color," Jackson complained with a huff, "Gaz made that one specifically for you, I know it! I mean did you see the face he made when I asked to try it on?" He brought his hand up to lay against his forehead dramatically, "Woe is me, my boyfriend only likes to dress up our other boyfriend."

Gaz scoffed, but couldn't help the laugh that pulled from his throat. "Alright, drama queen. Just pose and let me get a picture. Then you can twirl for us as much as you want."

"Promise?" Jackson gave him a cheeky grin and Gaz could only roll his eyes in response.

"Promise," he crouched back down to look through the viewfinder of his camera, "Alright, do something cute, would you?"

Jackson scoffed as he moved into a pose, "I'm always doing something cute."

Gaz tucked back further against Price's chest with a sigh, the sounds of a football game playing on the TV ringing around the room. His hands were moving quickly, practically following muscle memory more than anything. Just winding the thread through the holes in a specific pattern. Hand sewing certainly wasn't his favorite part of his hobby, but it was a necessary one.

On the other end of the couch was Jackson. He was idly scrolling through his phone, one of his hands stroking along the bare skin of one of Gaz's legs that lay in his lap. He was meant to be paying attention to the football game, something about trying to learn so he could understand what Price was always going on about. He'd very quickly gotten distracted though, as Gaz suspected he would.

Price didn't seem to notice, all of his focus on the game in front of him. It was probably for the best, after all, Gaz didn't know what he would do if both of his boyfriends became sports fanatics about the same sport. He would prefer it if Jackson stuck to baseball and Price stuck to football. It would be much easier to focus on his sewing if only one of them was yelling at the TV.

Except there was something distracting him from his sewing and, of course, that something was Jackson. He hadn't thought much of it when his boyfriend started looking at his phone. He hadn't even thought about it when he'd started giggling at first. But after several minutes of occasional laughter, Gaz had a pretty good idea of what the man was doing.

He waited until the football game went to commercial, that way he could talk without cutting into any of the commentary for the game.

"Paul," he nudged the other man with his leg, "are you looking at my Instagram right now?"

Jackson's face went a bit red which was all of the answer that Gaz needed. "Listen," Jackson started nervously, "I just, you know-"

"Thought you'd go read some comments of people complimenting you," Price cut in, an amused smile on his face. "A bit self-centered, love."

"No!" Jackson was quick to respond, "No, no! I just thought that I would...you know," his face only went redder, "see what people were saying about Gaz's design."

"Mhm," Gaz couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips, "and what are they saying? Read me the last comment you liked."

Jackson looked down at his phone nervously, his eyes scanning across the screen. He blushed red again before quietly reading off, "I don't know what to focus on here, Gaz's amazing design or Jackson's legs." He paused for a moment as both Gaz and Price snickered at him, "Hey! I just liked it because of the part about Gaz, I swear!"

"Alright," Price's voice was filled with amusement, "Read us off another one of your liked comments then."

Jackson paused for a long moment, "No," he responded hesitantly, his face still red.

Gaz was quick to jerk forward and snatch the phone from Jackson's hands. He managed to pass it back to Price just as Jackson made a grab for it, preventing the man from taking hold of it. "Hey!" Jackson made another grab but Gaz was quick to put his foot on the man's chest, preventing him from moving any further.

"What's it say?" He tilted his head back to grin up at Price.

"Holy shit, fuck, oh my god," Price started, laughter in his voice already, "fuck, oh my god, Gaz thank you for sharing this with us, the skirt and one of your insanely hot boyfriends holy shit."

Gaz snorted at the comment and turned his eyes to Jackson's red face, "Really, babe?"

"Oh here's another one," Price had a grin on his face, "Gaz can I please have your boyfriend and his amazing legs I'll give you my whole life savings for him, that's like...twelve dollars."

"You guys are so mean to me," Jackson called out, "Those were flukes, just the only few that I liked, I swear."

"You don't understand, Gaz, I would eat both of your boyfriend's asses like a four-course meal, one chance please."

Gaz descended into laughter rather quickly and it didn't stop as Price continued reading off the many comments that Jackson had liked. Jackson could do nothing but listen and pout at them as they read everything off.

Thirsty comments for Price and Jackson were quite common to see on Gaz's sewing Instagram. He liked using his boyfriends as models and his followers loved seeing them dressed up in whatever new thing he made. He was sure a number of people were just there to see his boyfriends, but if they were engaging with his posts he didn't care. He still got the revenue from it.

"You know," he called after Price had finished reading yet another one of the comments, "if you want compliments so bad you can just say so. I'm more than willing to tell you both how handsome you are."

Jackson blushed red again. "I enjoy complimenting you more," he responded shyly, "My talented boyfriend and his sewing projects."

It was Gaz's turn to flush slightly at the words and he was quick to bury his face in Price's chest out of embarrassment. "He's right," Price nudges him slightly, "Our talented boyfriend and his sewing. We only look as good as we do because of you."

"Flatterers," Gaz accused, still hiding his face in Price's chest.

His words pulled a chuckle from both of the men. "For you?" Jackson asked playfully, his hand rubbing over his leg again, "Always."

[fixfoxnox]

To See You Happy (Gaz/Jackson)

The second day of Gaz Week!! Today's SFW prompt was Trans! Gaz and I (once again) decided to go with my boys for today. Don't worry I promise it isn't only Gaz/Jackson this week...just a lot of it is jsjjsjs

Warnings: Implied dysphoria, Sugar Daddy/Baby relationships

Word Count: 2.9k

“Oh come-” Gaz hissed a bit as he slammed his knee onto his bed, immediately toppling over onto his soft mattress. His vision was still blocked by the long white fabric he’d been trying to force over his head. After a long moment of laying like that, his arms straight out over him, he finally moved. 

“Stupid,” he threw the old binder away with a huff, “Stupid, stupid, stupid!” Anger rose up in his chest and, for a brief moment, he wanted to scream. He hated this, absolutely fucking hated it. Because, of course, with his luck his binder would rip right before his date, and, of course, his old binder didn’t fit in the slightest anymore. Of course, he couldn’t be so lucky as to have things work out for him for once in his life. 

After the anger came the crash into anxiety. He buried his face in his hands and gave a short scream, frustration bubbling up in his chest and rising into his throat. It made him feel sick. He didn’t know what to do. 

He had a date he was meant to go to. A date with the man currently paying his rent for the nice apartment, paying for his food, and buying him anything that his heart desired. All he had to do for his half of the deal was go on a date and he couldn’t even do that now! He couldn’t imagine a world in which Jackson would be happy with seeing him like this. Hell, Gaz wasn’t even happy seeing himself like this!

He gave another groan before flopping back on his bed to stare up at the ceiling. He needed to figure something out because Jackson was set to show up at any moment and he couldn’t go on a date like this.

He tried to consider his options. He supposed that he could cancel the date, lie and say that he wasn’t feeling well, and wait several days for a new binder to be delivered before setting up another day. The problem was that it had been weeks since he’d seen Jackson, weeks that the man had been away on a business trip of some sort, only able to communicate with him through phone calls and text. It had been hell on Gaz who found himself desperate to see the man and curl up into his arms. Jackson would understand, the problem wasn’t him. It was that Gaz didn’t want to cancel the date. 

He supposed that he could dig out his old sports bra and wear that in combination with the baggiest hoodie that he owned, surely that would cover his chest enough that he could make it through the date without wanting to cry. Except that he couldn’t do that because Jackson had planned to take him to a nice restaurant for lunch. One of those ones with a dress code that always made him nervous because the menus didn’t have a price next to things. The ones where Jackson always spoiled him rotten with wine and desserts. So, that wasn’t an option. 

He could always just tell Jackson what was going on but…how could he know that the man wouldn’t be mad at him? He’d been gone for so long, he’d gone through all of the trouble to get them a reservation and Gaz was going to ruin it all because his stupid binder ripped!

He gave another loud groan, this time though, his nose twitched along with it and he could feel that tingle along his face that told him that he was close to tears. Sure enough, he found his eyes watering only moments later. This was not what he needed at the moment. His luck decided rather quickly that his current struggle wasn’t enough. 

The doorbell on Gaz’s apartment rang and he froze, panic rushing through him and finally forcing the tears in his eyes to begin to fall. He moved quickly, pushing himself up from the bed and rushing toward the door, grabbing a shirt along his way while trying desperately to stop the tears that were dripping from his eyes. His frantic rubbing only seemed to make them fall harder and he forced himself to stop in front of the door as the bell rang once again. 

There was a long moment where he tried to continue wiping at his face while keeping his sniffles quiet enough that Jackson wouldn’t be able to hear him through the door. He thought he was doing quite a good job, even as it seemed that the other man was getting concerned by how long it was taking him to come to the door. 

“Gaz?” His voice was sweet, concern dripping from his tongue, “Are you alright in there?”

Gaz finally felt like he had a grip on his emotions or at least enough of a grip that he could open the door. He took in a deep breath before plastering a fake smile across his face and grabbing tight to the doorknob to pull it open.

He was greeted immediately by the concerned face of Jackson, the man dressed up quite nicely in a little business casual. Even though the door was open, the concerned look on Jackson’s face didn’t disappear. “Paul,” Gaz greeted him, trying to keep his voice as excited as he could, “I’m sorry I’m not ready yet, why don’t you come in?”

“Gaz, what’s wrong?”

Immediately Gaz felt his resolve crumble and, once again, tears were rising to his eyes. Before he could stop himself, a small sob was escaping his throat and he was forced to hide his face in his hands. He stumbled away from Jackson, but he could hear the man following quickly after him and, soon, he found himself wrapped up in a pair of strong arms and pulled against the man’s chest. 

“I’m sorry,” he managed to choke out after several long moments of just being soothed by the other man. He felt like a complete mess at the moment and he hated it.

“Don’t apologize,” Jackson was quick to reply. He pressed a kiss to the top of Gaz’s head and tugged him tighter to his chest, “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”

“It’s stupid,” Gaz responded, burying his face in Jackson’s chest. He was determined to hide his shame from the other man, but that idea was quickly squashed when Jackson pulled back just enough that he could tilt his chin up and get a good look at his face. 

Jackson’s face was much softer than Gaz had been expecting and he found himself flushing under the loving gaze that he was given. Jackson took a quiet moment to wipe at the tears on Gaz’s cheeks with his thumbs, carefully cleaning him up. “It isn’t stupid,” he spoke after a moment, “If it’s bothering you, it isn’t stupid.” 

The fluttering feeling in Gaz’s chest was enough to calm him down at least momentarily. He still felt like the moment he shared what was actually going on that Jackson would change on him, though he recognized that the thought was his own insecurities taking over and not anything that Jackson had ever given him reason to believe. 

“I can’t go out today,” he landed on after a long moment. The words were spoken quietly, barely more than a whisper. He could tell that Jackson had heard them by the way that he tilted his head. 

“Alright,” he nodded, “You don’t seem very happy about that, though. Is there a reason you can’t go out?” There was a long moment of silence where Gaz just shifted uncomfortably, not wanting to share the real reason with the other man. Jackson waited patiently, never showing any signs of annoyance despite Gaz’s long pause. 

“I ripped my binder,” Gaz finally muttered, “I don’t have another one and I won’t be able to get another for a few days.” 

There was a moment of silence as the words just sat between the two men. Gaz waited for the response from Jackson, for the man’s annoyance at him for only having one binder that actually fit. For his disappointment over the situation. For his anger at Gaz over a perfectly good reservation wasted. None of it ever came. 

“That’s all?” Gaz’s head shot up in surprise, his wide eyes meeting the amused smile that pulled at Jackson’s face, “Kyle, baby, you should have said something. If I’d known you only had one binder,” he paused for a moment, as though thinking, “actually, scratch what I just said. I can’t believe myself.” He shook his head and Gaz was sure that this was the moment when the anger would come in. “I can’t believe I haven’t talked about paying for you to get top surgery yet, assuming you want that, of course.” He shook his head, tutting at himself and Gaz was left reeling. 

“You,” he gaped at the man, “You aren’t angry?”

“At you?” Jackson shook his head, “Of course not. I, however, am pretty upset at myself for not realizing sooner that you only had one binder.” He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Baby, why don’t you put on something you’re comfortable with? I’ll call the restaurant and push our reservation back to tonight. Right now, we’re going to go buy you a new binder.”

Gaz’s face flushed and he shuffled nervously in your spot, “You don’t have to do that.”

Jackson stepped forward and tilted his chin up to press their lips together. It was just a short kiss, but it made Gaz’s heart flutter in his chest. “I don’t have to do it,” Jackson agreed as he pulled back, “but I want to.”

Gaz had no idea where they were, no idea in the slightest. What he did know was that they were in one of the richer parts of the city, the one that Jackson liked to take him when he decided that he wanted to spoil him with a shopping trip. It was the one where Gaz always felt a bit out of place, a bit like the people who worked there knew he didn’t belong. He always felt he belonged more when he had Jackson by his side. 

Jackson’s driver pulled them up right beside a rather nice-looking clothing shop and, the first thing that Gaz noticed was the little pride flag hanging in the store’s window. Gaz peered out of the car window anxiously, still tugging at his shirt. He didn’t like being out without a binder on. 

Jackson was the first out and he was quick to hold a hand out for Gaz, helping him out of the car with a reassuring smile on his face. Gaz was hesitant, but took his offered hand and allowed himself to be guided out of the car and into the store. 

The two were greeted immediately by a dark-skinned woman with a kind smile on her face. She greeted Jackson with a quick handshake. “Paul, it’s a pleasure to have you in again so soon. How did your boyfriend like the gift?”

Gaz’s head shot to Jackson and he watched as the other man went a bright red and glanced back toward him nervously, “Oh, um, well,” he rubbed at the back of his neck, “I haven’t given it to him yet.”

“Oh,” she seemed a tad disappointed, but was quick to brush it off, “well, keep me updated! I want to know that he loves it. Now,” she turned her gaze toward Gaz, “Who is this.”

“This is Gaz,” Jackson spoke nervously. Gaz could see the way that the woman’s eyes widened and he noticed the apologetic look that she sent toward Jackson. 

She took Gaz’s hand in her own and greeted him with a grin, “Nice to meet you Gaz. I’ve heard a lot about you from Paul.” She looked between them for a moment before asking, “So what brings you both in today.”

Jackson cleared his throat, the flush on his skin seemed to have faded down to only a slight pink dusting across the tops of his cheeks, “Gaz needs a new binder. I figured you could help?” 

The woman gasped in delight and, within a moment, Gaz found his arm captured and his body being dragged toward the back of the store. He glanced back toward Jackson in a panic, only to be met with an apologetic and amused smile from the man. “You know where the seats are,” the woman called back to him, “I’ll return your boyfriend in a few minutes!” Gaz could hear Jackson’s chuckle even as he was pressed into one of the changing rooms, the woman following after him with a measuring tape. 

“How do you like it?” That was the first question out of Jackson’s mouth when Gaz stepped out of the fitting room to show off another style of binder that he wore. 

Gaz looked down at himself, a feeling of delight running through his chest as he noticed, once again, just how flat the binders made his chest. They all worked better than even his older binder had and, with everyone that he tried on he wanted to do a little happy dance. It just felt so good to finally look in the mirror and not see any lumps from where his binder had wrinkled or not flattened him fully. 

“I love it,” he turned so that he could observe himself in the mirror again, his hands brushing over his chest excitedly, a bright grin on his face. “It’s definitely in the top of the running for me.”

His words pulled an amused hum from Jackson and the other man was quick to remind him, “You’ve said that about every single one that you tried on.” 

Gaz could feel himself flush red at the reminder and he shot an apologetic glance toward Jackson. “I’m sorry, they’re all just so…” He wasn’t sure how to explain it to the other man. He didn’t think it was something that he could explain.

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” Jackson assured him, “I’m happy to see you so happy.” He gave an appreciative hum as he looked Gaz over, his eyes sparking with something that Gaz could only describe as adoration. It made his heart beat faster in his chest. “This was the last one, right?”

Gaz nodded his head in response, “Now I just have to decide which one I want.” He looked down at the binder that he was wearing, biting his lip in thought. It was certainly going to be a hard decision. He’d tried on four different styles in total and he’d loved every one of them.

“How about,” Jackson stood from his seat and started toward him, “I buy you more than one?” He wrapped his arms around Gaz’s waist and let his head rest on his shoulder. Gaz met his eyes in the mirror and he knew the other man could tell what his response was before he even had a chance to open his mouth. “I want to buy you more than one,” Jackson was quick to say, “That way if something happens, you have other options. And you can just wear the one you have on out of the store..” He pressed a quick kiss to Gaz’s cheek, “Plus it will make you happy. A win-win-win.” 

“For me,” Gaz joked carefully, “you don’t get anything out of it.”

“I get to see you happy,” Jackson responded easily, “and I love seeing you happy.” 

“That doesn’t seem like enough,” Gaz bit his lip nervously, turning his gaze away from Jackson’s in the mirror. The words from the woman who owned the shop had been ringing around his head the entire time he’d been trying things on. Jackson had told her they were boyfriends. Not that they had whatever deal that they had, but that they were together. Surely that meant that he wanted them to be together like that, right?

“What do you propose to give me, then,” Jackson asked, a small smile on his face, “if you need an idea, I would be more than happy to take some of those cookies you make.”

“I was thinking,” Gaz met his eyes through the mirror, “maybe…I could make what you told the store owner about our relationship true?” 

Jackson seemed to freeze against him, his face turning a light pink as he stared at Gas through the mirror. He seemed like he was trying to figure out if he’d heard Gaz correctly. “You mean…?”

“Yes,” Gaz confirmed nervously, “I want to be your boyfriend. I want more than what we’ve been doing, than what our relationship has been.” 

There was a long moment of quiet. “And you’re sure,” Jackson was careful to ask, “I don’t want you doing something just because you think it's what I want. I want you to be happy, remember?”

“And you make me happy," Gaz was quick to answer. "I'll be happy with you." It was like Jackson melted with his words. His entire body relaxed and a sort of dopey grin took over his face. 

There was a long moment where he just buried his face into Gaz's shoulder, staying there to breathe him in. Gaz could feel the grin that he was hiding pressed against his skin. "Kyle Garrick," Jackson spoke carefully, "my boyfriend."

"Your boyfriend," Gaz confirmed, a bright grin on his face. He couldn't help the laugh that pulled from him when Jackson excitedly kissed his neck at the words.

In the end, Gaz left the store with four new binders and a new boyfriend to go with them. He didn't think that his bad day could have been fixed in a better way.

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Fairy dust & Pollen - GazxKonig

GAZ WEEK 2023 - MONSTER

Gaz is a fairy that occupies a quiet forest in England, spending most of his time pranking innocent hikers. A poor Austrian man is his next victim, but he finds he enjoys himself with the mortal more than just with his pranks.

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Contains: Implied NSFW, sex pollen & voyeurism

It was spring and the fiery spirit of the local forest named Gaz was up to mischief. A particular seasonal mischief that he looked forward to every year, to be exact.

Pollen from the flora, musks from the fauna, and his own magical essence blended together to create a special dust. This dust was then sprinkled onto the unlucky humans who entered his pretty little wood. The victims would be overwhelmed by sudden, and apparently random, sexual arousal. So compelled by their symptoms, most if not all of Gaz’s victims would then slink behind a tree and deal with their embarrassments before retreating from the area. 

Gaz got an impish joy of doing this. Watching humans blush and splutter and curse as they realize what was happening to them. He would grin as they retreated to a less exposed section of the wood to free themselves from the binds of clothing. Hiding in the treetop or in a nearby bush to watch hands fumble and hasten to soothe the burning lust. Pants down their thighs, hands wet and dirtied, and faces sweaty and or red with exertion.

It was not even like Gaz got aroused by the prospect of it, seeing it more as bemusing. Getting crude delight from the human’s erotic displeasure. This was simply just one of many mischievous projects he committed to year-round. 

One spring morning was like any other. Gaz awoke amongst the family of rabbits in their burrow to the sound of the first bird song. He ate ripened fruits and herbs that flourished in the warming temperatures, savoring them whilst soaking up the warming sunlight. His ears and eyes forever looking for his next target.

It came as a very tall human male, dressed in worn, patched-up hiking attire, boots, and a boonie hat that hid his face from where Gaz hid amongst the leaves of the tree. Gaz grew excited, not recognizing the human as an unfortunate local of the area. He was the perfect target for his prank.

Gaz found his opportunity when the male paused on the makeshift path amongst the trees, crouching to admire a patch of mushrooms sprouting at the roots of a tree. His tall frame made a large shadow over the patch of ground, hiding Gaz’s own as he hung from a branch and poured his special dust onto the poor human’s head.

Retreating back behind the leaves, Gaz watched as the human breathed the dust in, remnants settling on the brim of his hat and the fabric at his shoulders. The male frowned, looking around and breathing in deep breaths as if smelling the air. Confusion steeled his features until it was washed away with embarrassment as he noticed the growing predicament in his pants.

“S-Scheiße,” The human swore in what Gaz presumed was German.

The human was looking almost horrified, hands out and trembling as he was unsure what to do. His head was swiveling around to ensure that no one was nearing him on the hiking trail.

The male then swore again, stepping off the path behind a tree a few steps away. The trunk was wide enough to hide even this human’s tall broad frame and Gaz had no trouble following him from above to settle at a lower branch.

The German looked from side to side - not even considering looking up - before using a hand to touch the growing shape in his pants. The shape in question looked large, even with comparing the proportions to the hand that touched it.

Gaz found himself leaning his head closer, as if to see just that little better. Eyes crinkled in a grin as the human let out a huff now abashedly groping at his erection through roughened fatigues.

It appeared to not stave off the need brought on by the dust as the male let out a whimper, his hips fidgeting a little. Not even moving his head this time, the human’s eyes looked quickly to his surroundings before unbuckling and pulling his pants to puddle at his ankles.

Gaz’s eyes widened, marveling at the sheer size of the human’s erection as it stood at attention. Twitching in the cool open air, flushing a deep pink and veins prominent along the shaft, Gaz had to admit this human was a specimen.

The male took his own cock in hand and started to move, dragging out strained breaths and soft moans with each jerk of his wrist. His eyes squeezed shut in focus, face reddening from the erotic heat. Gaz could only watch on, beginning to grow enthralled. Watching the tip weep pre, feeling his mouth salivate for a taste. Soon, his own body seemed to be reacting from the sight, his own cock tensing. Gaz squeezed his legs shut in an effort to tame it.

It was not long before the human finished, white strips dribbling forth onto his hand and some spilling onto the forest floor. The human gasped as his shoulders relaxed and leaned against the tree, settling from cloud nine.

Gaz was saddened to then see the human tuck his softened cock away and motion to return to the path. Gaz did not want him to leave. He wanted to see the human’s cock again, maybe touch it, taste it, feel it inside. 

The fairy was following the human, just at the lowest branches. Want and need demanding he pull out the dust pouch once more and pour a healthy amount above the human's head.

The male was only a few steps from the hidden tree and looked mortified to see himself hardening again as he inhaled the fumes.

“N-Not again,” The human whined, hands covering his tented pants as he retreated back to the same tree.

Hand already tugging the fly of his pants down before he even managed to hide. Desperate frustration demanding him to hasten. This time he leaned facing the tree, one forearm against the tree and forehead resting against it. Looking down as his hand took himself into a desperate grip.

Excitement made Gaz’s hands tremble as he floated to touch his feet to the ground just by the male’s side. He did not hide his grin as he made his presence known.

“My, impatient aren’t we?”

The human flinched, hand ceasing and looking horrified at Gaz. And the fairy knew it was not just because he got caught touching himself.

Gaz was distinctly not human. Larger eyes that were pure black, lacking white scleras and coloured iris’. Long, pointed ears sprouted amongst black locks with twigs, leaves and feathers tied into strands. Long brown beetle wings spread from his back. He was naked by human standards apart from a bag for his belongings, his beautiful dark skin soft and almost glowing in the dappled light of day. Not hiding his own growing arousal between his legs.

“W-W-Who are you?” The man blustered, eyes scanning over his features.

“Hmm,” Gaz hummed in mocking thought, “Let’s say I’m a friend, a friend who’s happy to help with your problem.” He then pointed down to where his erection was.

“This-This was an accident I-” 

“Do you want me to help, or not?” Gaz interrupted, growing tired of the human’s bumbling.

The male visibly thought over his answer before, almost shyly, nodding.

“Good.” Gaz grinned, crouching down to sit on his knees in front of the mortal with his back to the tree. “Go on then, don’t keep me waiting.”

The human appeared to be far too enrapt in need to question him further, chewing on his bottom lip as his hand took a grip on his cock once more. Fingers wrapping around the length and tugging again, shifting closer until Gaz was close enough to smell the human’s sweat and arousal.

Gaz opened his mouth, giving the human the go-ahead to feed the tip past. The mortal flinched at the sensation and gasping faintly, Gaz’s lips happily enwrapping the tip inside and lapping at the slit. Humming in delight at the taste of salty pre.

Gaz did not wish to waste time, lifting a hand to replace the human’s own around the shaft. Sinking his mouth lower onto the length, his hand pulling grunts and moans as his cheeks hollowed to pull his end closer.

Gaz’s eyes were looking at the human with a smug smile, as he pushed even further down. His inhuman body meant he could easily take the human’s impressive size all the way down to the hilt without strain, although he did feel the weight and stretch of him in his throat and mouth. Just as he liked it.

The mortal was quivering where he stood, knees weak and hands covering his mouth to stop his pleasured noises from growing too loud. A shame, Gaz thought, but wise. Even with such restraints, however, he knew the human was close and he did not plan to take his time.

The fairy started moving, dispensing then taking the human’s cock back in with eager bobs of the head. Tasting and feeling each twitch and shiver that he caused. His need for a taste of the male’s finish made him feverish, ignoring the human’s warning gasp as he neared.

A hand then suddenly grasped at the back of his head, pulling him close until his nose was against the human’s stomach. Letting out a breathy groan as he spilled down Gaz’s throat.

Gaz may have been annoyed at the forcefulness of it but it was so goddamn arousing he elected to not complain. His own cock was now an abject annoyance between his own legs, hard and desperate for stimulation.

The male pulled his cock out, breathing in huffs as he awkwardly stepped away. 

“T-Thank you for doing that . . .” The mortal said breathily. “What hah- what is your name?”

Gaz wiped his mouth before speaking, standing to his feet. “Gaz, and you?”

“König.” The human said in reply, pulling his pants back up in an attempt to redress himself.

“Well, König,” Gaz said, closing the distance again. “You know I’m not quite done with you yet.”

“Wha-” 

Before the human could finish the word, Gaz had taken a breath and blew dust again.

To say the least, the fairy used most of his dust collection that day and gladly so. To say the most, Gaz had that human König fuck him until the sky darkened. Against trees, amongst bushes, on top of the leaf-covered ground, and even, once, the human just holding him mid-air. It was all a true delight. It was also unsurprising when König soon fell unconscious due to exhaustion.

Gaz thought it a shame but knew it was a good excuse to disappear. But not entirely. 

He returned to his spot amongst the branches, now in moonlight’s shadow as the human awoke from exhaustive sleep. Getting up on weakened feet and shaking his head. 

König had looked around, as if searching for someone, perhaps for Gaz. It had then surprised the fairy when the human looked up. Gaz was quick to vanish but König caught a glimpse of beetle wings. Similar to the ones he saw in his dream.

Suffice it to say, König would return to that forest again. In hopes to find that beautiful mischief-making fairy again.

[blukrown]

A Night To Remember - Soap/Gaz

GAZ WEEK 2023 - PUBLIC SEX

Soap and Gaz decide to go out when they meet up during their leave. Intending to go out and support each other in finding someone to take home with them . . . but they decide there is another way to enjoy each other's company.

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Contains: Use of alcohol (tipsy), public sex & voyeurism

Gaz and Soap had decided to meet up while they were both on leave.

Gaz had three more days on his, visiting his parents and dropping by Edinburgh to see an old friend. And Soap had just landed and was taking some personal time before heading up north to visit his family.

Soap, having escaped to the city often since his teens, said he had to take Gaz to his favorite gay bar downtown.

“Ye’re tellin’ me ye haven’t hooked up at all while ye’ve been away?” The Scot had asked, not hiding his genuine shock.

“Try not to rub it in, would you.” Gaz said with a sigh of disappointment. “I tried goin’ on apps but got nowhere. Figured I’d go dry.”

Soap had grinned then, promising they’d go out and he’d make sure they both got their dicks wet. Gaz was skeptical but could never deny an invite from his friend. 

So, the two had dressed in their best clubbing attire and met outside the venue. Gaz was in tight black pants with a handsome purple short-sleeve button-up, all his chest on display until the last button before it was tucked in under his belt and pants. And Soap wore ripped and torn jeans, tightened to his waist with a thick black belt. His chest pretty much bare except for the thin mesh black top. 

“Dressing to impress me, are you?” Gaz had smiled as they waited to get inside.

Soap had smirked then, “Yes. Is it working?”

Gaz let his eyes linger on his hairy chest and stomach, muscles defined and skin warm and tan. “Very.” He said simply with a sly smile.

Soap had looked chuffed, sticking close by Gaz’s side for the rest of the wait, shoulders often brushing.

The two sergeants had hooked up in the past, mostly because of lack of ass on base but also pure boredom. They were nothing serious and weren’t planning on being anything more than friends who sometimes slept together. They just got a kick out of it. Flirting, toying and playing with each other. Trust, arousal, and amusement make a very enjoyable combination. 

Gaz had a suspicion he was getting laid tonight, whether it was a random clubgoer or Soap remained to be seen. Either way, he was excited to get into the club.

The bar was loud and dark except for flashing disco lights. Already crowded with people either milling to talk or swaying away on the dance floor. Shots and drinks were quickly skulled until Gaz and Soap were both drunk with liquid courage and took to the dance floor.

The next few hours were a lot of fun, the music was good and the company wonderful. Even with the lack of interesting people surrounding them. That was not to say Gaz and Soap were not being hit on, but none of them were particularly attractive or charming enough to get more out of the sergeants than a quick dance or acceptance of a free drink.

Once there was a lull in the music, the two retreated to a quieter section of the bar. Sitting close on a worn, leather couch that was pushed to a far wall.

Soap had dropped down on the couch and sighed, “Ah’m starting to believe there isn’t any stunners in here except for us.”

Gaz nodded with sad agreement. “I know, ‘bit of a downer really.”

Soap snorted, nudging Gaz, “Don’t act too disappointed. Ye got me after all!”

Gaz looked Soap up and down for what was surely the tenth time tonight. Soaking in the view of Soap’s sweat-glistening body. His hair plastered to his head and the mesh of his top clinging to his chest. He was still out of breath from dancing but it looked effortless. And there was that glint of excitement in his eyes that always had Gaz on his toes.

Gaz grinned. “You’re right you know, I do have you.”

Sick of waiting for someone else to make a move on either himself or Soap, eyes having often stared at Soap as he danced, grinned and laughed. Gaz thought there was nothing wrong with going with the familiar option.

He leaned over and, with one hand holding Soap’s chin, kissed him. It was a simple, hungry press of lips. Offering but not demanding.

Soap gladly took the invite immediately, barely leaving Gaz to wait a single moment more before he pushed back in the kiss. Both of his warm, calloused hands reaching out and cupping Gaz’s face to keep him close.

They moved on the couch so that their faces and chests facing each other while their outer thighs touched. Both of their hands clutching to keep themselves close. Having a taste at just what they had missed for the past few months since their last encounter.

Gaz loved how Soap kissed. Eagerly and unashamed. Tongue pressing to join lips, unabashed to gasp when Gaz bit at his lip or pulled at the back of his mohawk to reposition. He was so reactive, so excepting. Gaz felt himself getting hard quickly as they sat, making out on the couch.

Soap seemed just as aroused. Moving from Gaz’s side to climb onto his lap. Uncaring when he pressed his own clothed erection flush against Gaz’s.

If anything, it encouraged the Scot. Letting out a heedy sigh through his nose, his arms draping over Gaz’s shoulders. His hips then ground down, rubbing the two of them together.

Gaz gasped, letting his lips abandon Soap’s even when he chased after them. “S-Seriously? Here?” Asking as he knew just what Soap was planning on doing if Gaz did not reel him in.

“Why not?” Soap said in a loudened whisper in his ear, smirk ever audible. “Even if someone sees, they should call ‘emselves lucky to see hotties like us havin’ at it.”

Gaz had the thought to object, concerned to be caught or worse asked to leave. But Soap was looking at him with that goading look in his eyes. Ever the Scot’s willing accomplice and fuck, was he so horny now. Just those few brushes of heat against heat getting him to full mast. It would be painful to evacuate, especially in the now achingly restricted pants he wore.

Gaz bit his bottom lip as he took his hands to either side of Soap’s hips. How could he ever even try to resist him? 

“Make it quick,” Gaz said in a low huff.

Soap’s grin was wide and bright, “Oh, don’t worry I won’t keep ye’ waitin’.”

He then rolled his hips, using his body weight to rub their erections together. His mouth smothering Gaz’s lips with open kisses even as they both groaned for the other with each thrust of Soap’s hips.

“F-Fuck,” Gaz grimaced, his hands squeezing at Soap’s waist. “Y-You’re insane.”

“And ye’ like me all the more for it.” Soap said gruffly back. 

Soap quickened his pace, now almost in tandem with the thudding of the club’s music. The base rhythm vibrated through Gaz’s bones whilst Soap ground down onto him with delicious eagerness.

It wasn’t enough. Gaz wanted more. Wanted to touch Soap all over with his fingers, tongue and whatever else. He could feel himself nearing his end but he did not want it to finish here. If he was going to have at it with John ‘Soap’ Mactavish, he didn’t want an appetizer, he wanted the whole damn meal.

“Not . . . Not yet, John. I- ngh, I want more,” Gaz whimpered, his eyes rolling in the back of his head at a particularly good grind.

“What?” John said, holding at Gaz’s chin to steady his face so he was forced to look at him. “Ye’ think this’ll be it? Oh, don’t worry Kyle , the night’s only just beginning.” Gaz audibly whimpered at that, grateful when Soap’s lips were on his, giving him something to focus on outside of the building pleasure with each of Soap’s thrusts.

Part of Gaz wished he could step outside of himself. Imagining how erotic they must look, both sweaty and hungry. Hands feverish as they clutched at the other, their lips a frenzy of kisses and soft bites. God, he knew they looked amazing and he felt himself inching ever closer to release thinking about the other occupants of the club watching them. Seeing Soap grind down into Gaz’s lap like an animal in heat, watching as all Gaz could do was melt from the pleasurable attention.

“Fuck - John, ah- Soap,I’m-” Gaz gasped out a warning, his hands traveling further behind Soap to grope and tug at Soap’s ass. Urging him to quicken, to hurry. 

He was so close he was sure Soap could taste it on his tongue, both not so much even kissing now but gasping into each other’s mouths. Sharing heated, muffled air.

“It’s ok, Kyle,” Soap soothed, his voice harsh from hurried breaths. His pretty blue eyes glittering as they watched Gaz in a crow-eyed smile. “I’m close too. Go on. Hah- wanna see. Wanna see ye’ cum in those cute pants of yours.”

Gaz whimpered and groaned, wriggling his hips. Each breathy word of Soap’s only pushing him closer to the edge.  Gaz could only repeat Soap’s name, growing more pleading with each utterance as he clawed at Soap’s hips for just that little more.

“Ye’ looked so gorgeous out there Gaz. Ah cannae keep mah’ eyes of ye’. Ah’ was half hopin’ no one would approach ye’ just so you’d be stuck with little ol’ me. Ah’m so glad I got my hands on ye’.” Gaz groaned loudly at all this, it all being so overwhelming as he let his head roll back on his shoulders.

“Go on,” Soap goaded, “Lemme see. Yer so gorgeous Gaz, lemme see ye cum. C’mon pretty boy, come for me. Please, Kyle.”

Gaz was already peaking over the edge before this, but his orgasm rocked him all the more. The compliments making the rivulets of pleasure spasm through him all the sweeter as he came hard. Cumming inside his pants and in his briefs, surely staining the front, and would soon be visible for all to see.

But Gaz could not give two shits about that. Even as his end was still wracking waves of ecstasy through him, his hands still tugged and pulled Soap to continue. His warm brown eyes half open, mouth gasping for air as he got to watch Soap finish a few seconds after.

The Scot’s eyebrows furrowing and his jaw clenching as his movements finally stuttered to a halt. A wriggle of pleasure in the back of his mind as he thought about how Soap’s mess would be far more difficult to hide in washed-out jeans.