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Until Then

John Price x fem!reader OC

Summary: John Price struggles with commitment with his friends with benefits.

Warnings: sexual themes, swearing, alcohol, friends with benefits, not edited.

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Rain was pouring down, beating against umbrellas and window panes rhythmically. The splash of boots through puddles and car horns honking joined the symphony. John Price stopped on his stoop to overlook the busy street and people passing by. It felt good to be home. Nothing like bad British weather as his welcome home.

Flinging his duffle bag over his shoulder John went into his building and took the lift up to his flat. The feeling of his bones aching and muscles sore from the exertion of this last deployment had him relieved to be entering his flat.

It was a brutal time over seas where John was subjected to horror after horror. Not only did he suffer at the hands of his enemies but he had them begging for their lives by the end. It was physically taxing and like a wrecking ball to his mental fortitude. He had spent a week in the hospital for whiplash from a collision and was finally feeling back to his normal self, just stiff.

John’s flat was nice and way more expensive than he ought to be paying; but after growing up poor he felt he deserved a nice place to rest his head. Directly across from the front door was John’s bedroom. Through the front door was a hallway that went right and brought you to the living room and kitchen. In the hallway was a closet and the bathroom. Once in the living room the kitchen was to the right and bisected by a peninsula that separated the two spaces sharing the rectangular room. To the left was John balcony where he commonly smoked.

Flicking on the entryway light John tossed his bag down by the front door and headed straight for the bathroom. He needed a hot shower with good water pressure. The knowledge that he had his bathroom to himself and could take his time and piss in peace was like heaven. It had been too long since he had a simple luxury like that.

After a long hot shower and inhaling some biscuits from the pantry, John flopped down on his bed. Sleep would be evading him for some time now and he knew that. John began to contemplate if he should go to the local shop and get sleep meds to knock him out or drink until he was ready to pass out.

The scent of vanilla seemed to creep into his senses as he mulled over his options. With his head lulling to the side John grabbed the extra pillow he had on his bed and brought it to his nose. Taking a deep breath John finally smiled for the first time being home.

It still smelled like you.

That’s when the memories of you started to invade. Your soft smile in the morning light, how your bed head made you look sexier, and the way you would toss your head back laughing at one of his dumb jokes. How you insisted on keeping a silk pillowcase here because of your hair. The lavender pillow stood out against John’s black sheets and comforter. He missed your laugh. John missed so much about you and had spent the nights while deployed dreaming of you.

Sitting up John reached for his phone and scrolled through his contacts until he saw your name. Clicking on it, he decided that the cherry on top would be you coming over for a well needed shag and some quality time. Then he would take you out for dinner and a couple drinks and bring you to bed again. That would put him to sleep better than any sleeping pill could.

The line rang four times before you picked up. The click made John smile widely and he hoped you were as happy to hear from him as he was to call you.

“Hello?” You sounded confused on the other end which should’ve been John’s first hint. The sound of your music was lightly playing in the background meaning you were home.

“Darling, you busy tonight?” John was confident and there was a tone of mischief in his voice.

You’d gotten this kind of call from John many times. In fact every time he came home from deployment he was calling you over that very night. Usually you were picking up and telling him to get his ass on over or that you’d be at his place soon.

“Yeah. I am.” You said flatly.

John’s face dropped. He’d never gotten that response from you before. Blinking a few times John tried to think of what to say. It seemed like you were upset. But was it with him, or did you have something going on?

“I do something?” John asked, unsure of where your normal sweetness had run off to.

“John, you haven’t called, texted, or had an ounce of communication with me in two months. You’re really expecting I’d put my life on hold and wait around for your call?” John couldn’t see you but he knew you had a scowl etched across your face.

“No. I thought things were casual and we could reach out whenever.” John sounded defensive which was understandable since you were being so curt.

“Well, I’m busy tonight. Call me tomorrow.” Then you hung up.

John still had his phone pressed to his ear as he processed what had just happened. His eyes were stuck on the bobble head on his dresser of a fisherman that you bought him because it looked like him. That’s when a text buzzed through from you.

‘Hope you’re still in one piece. Get some rest, I’ll bring over something sweet tomorrow <3’

Your text gave John whiplash worse than he had while deployed. Shaking his head John tossed his phone on his bed and decided he’d go down to the pub for a drink since you were busy, he just needed to get dressed first

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Going out for one beer turned into eight. That was how John found himself standing outside the front door of your flat. Knocking off beat John waited with a cocky smirk. He’d done this before. Showed up at your flat without warning to be pulled in and taken straight to your bed. You saying you were busy amounted to you drowning in paper work in Johns mind. Since he met you, you had trouble having fun when there was work to be done.

The sound of the chain lock being unhooked and turn of the door knob had John straightening up and ready to lay on the charm. The last time he did this it took one warm smile to have you climbing him like a tree. John purposefully wore the burnt orange plaid button up you loved and his old faded jeans you claimed made his ass look good.

Once the door swung open John was met with a man, a shirtless man.

“Who the fuck are you?” John blurted out.

“Adam. Who the fuck are you?” The man retorted without missing a beat.

Adam was tall, taller than John by an inch or two. His shoulders were broad but not as broad as John’s. The man’s physique was just as muscular as John’s but somehow Adam was more toned and more defined. Adam’s torso was hairless as if he waxed. Clearly you had a type and it was tall, muscular, and good looking.

It irked John that this man was what he saw as conventionally attractive. Thick dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and the face of someone who could be in one of those posh magazines modeling swim trunks. Of course you could pull someone extremely good looking. It all made John sick to his stomach and incredibly pissed off.

“You looking for, Indy? She’s in the shower, you’ll have to give her a minute.” Adam had an arrogant smirk and seemed to be saying this on purpose.

Maybe you had warned him that John might stop by. Or you had told him all about John because this guy Adam was your new boyfriend. It took all of John’s will power to not break Adam’s nose and then toss him down the stairs.

“Wrong flat.” John spoke sharply before turning and leaving.

John was out of your building and walking down the street in record time. His heart was pounding and head spinning. You had another man in your flat. That simple fact was enough to send John in a rage but he controlled himself from beating the other man into a bloody pulp. John didn’t know what to do with this overwhelming feeling of rage and betrayal.

“Fine. I’ll go to the pub and take some bird home.” John growled to himself.

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It was morning now and John was incredibly hung over. Blue eyes squinting against the morning light making John’s head throb.

“Ugh, fuck.” Sitting up slowly the memories of the night before started to come into view.

John couldn’t remember what he did after he left your flat. Only that he was pissed off and going to take someone else home. A rock formed in the pit of his stomach and it resulted in quiet panic. Now, being of clear mind, John knew that was horrible idea because it went against everything he had wanted.

“Oh, no.” John whispered to himself and slowly looked at the other side of his bed.

With a sigh of relief it was empty and missing his pillow. Your pillow had been exchanged for John’s so he could smell you as he slept. The sheets were only somewhat disturbed instead of haphazardly pulled back on the bed. It meant John had crawled into bed by himself. John was thankful of his former self not taking anyone home. It’s not what he wanted, he only wanted you.

Stumbling out of bed John made his way to the bathroom to grab some pain killers. Stopping in his tracks John heard the sink shut off. The rock formed in his stomach again and his chest tightened.

“Fuuuuuck.” John’s eyes went wide.

It didn’t matter that you were seeing other guys, John had an inkling that’s what happened when he was away but never asked you. What he promised himself was that it would only be you, no one else. Because if he ever got the nerve to stop avoiding commitment he wanted you to be his. And there was no way you would go for that if you found out he had been sleeping around while stringing you along.

John’s eyes were focused on the bathroom door. It opened and once again John was met with a man instead of what he was expecting.

“Oh, fuckin’ hell. Why are you here?” John passed by his best friend from childhood and went into the living room. Sam followed behind to see what John was doing.

Sam was tall like John and built like him too. He had tawny skin and short corkscrew coils atop his head while the sides were in a tapered fade. Sam had sharp features, full lips, and a scar on his chin from when John pushed him as a young boy and Sam fell and busted it in a rock.

The two had been friends since John could remember. They met at school as young boys and then became inseparable ever since. Even in adulthood when John wasn’t deployed it was rare to find one without the other. John’s own siblings said him and Sam acted more like brothers than John did with his actual brothers.

“Why am I here? You’ve got to be fuckin’ joking. You showed up at my flat saying you needed help making someone disappear. Piss drunk, I might add.” Sam looked and sounded done with John at the moment.

“Did I really?” John asked.

Looking over to his couch John saw the missing pillow from his bed. The blanket Sam used was folded neatly on top of it. John then saw the takeaway containers they must have gotten the previous night sitting on the coffee table amongst beer cans and a bottle of whiskey that was a quarter gone.

“I drank more when I got home?” John looked at Sam feeling mortified with himself.

“No, I had to catch up. You ate enough for four grown men and plotted someone’s murder.” Grabbing the bin from under the sink Sam passed it to John from over the peninsula.

“Right.” John muttered and then started to clean the mess.

“You need to screw your head on straight. You’re not even dating the girl and she’s got you plotting murder.” Rolling his eyes Sam poured him and John a glass of water and pulled out biscuits from John’s pantry. Sam stopped and shook his head at the amount of sweets John had stocked in his flat but absolutely nothing else besides condiments in the fridge.

“You don’t know the half of what happened.” John tried to defend himself while picking up beer cans.

“Oh, I do. You wouldn’t shut up about it last night. How some bloke opened the door when you stopped by her flat. How she was rude to you on the phone but sent you a sweet text. And how you’re expecting her to come over tonight after she’s had ‘a prick named Adam’ over the night before. Oh, and you blathered on and on about what dessert you thought she’d bring over.” Sam laughed through half of what he was saying. He too joined John in cleaning and started to wipe down the counters and eventually made his way to wipe off the coffee table.

“I should lay off the booze.” John mumbled, staring at the whiskey bottle and then adding it to his liquor collection on top of the fridge. He had no intention to stop drinking.

“Yeah, you should. . . Pass me the hoover.” Sam chuckled, then motioned to the vacuum in the corner and then at the crumbs on the rug.

“It’s bad that she has that prick over and then tells me to call her the next day to assumedly sleep with her, right?” John asked and handed over the vacuum to Sam.

“John, think of the stuff you’ve done and how many women you’ve brought home, strung along, and fucked over. Does any of that compare to her living her life while you’re gone for two months and not even her boyfriend?” Sam asked.

John cringed at the question and let Sam vacuum while John thought it over. It was dawning on John that the anger from the previous night was misplaced. It was jealousy he was feeling that you might have moved on to someone better. John liked you, in fact he adored you and wanted no one else. Meeting you made all other women uninteresting and bland.

“Fuuuuck. I can’t be mad about it can I?” John finally said once the vacuum was put away and he now had the mop out.

“No, you fuckin’ can’t be. Either man up and make her your girlfriend or you and your feelings can piss right off on how she lives her life.” It was a pointed statement and blunt honesty that Sam thought John needed to hear.

“I’m still having her over tonight.” John said matter of factly. He was vigorously mopping the floor wanting his flat to be sparkling clean. Some things he learned in the military were impossible to leave behind and having a clean living space was one of them. John was just thankful Sam was as much as a neat freak as he was.

“As you should.” Sam agreed with a laugh. He was by John’s CD collection and looking for an album to listen to before they really started cleaning the flat.

“She’s so bloody hot. Smart, funny, kind. I really should stop dragging my feet.” John muttered the last part.

“Don’t know if you ever will, Johnny boy. You’ve outrun commitment this long and I don’t see you stopping any time soon.” With a shrug Sam put on some Nirvana and then took the mop from John and motioned for him to be the one to clean the bathroom.

“Well, I’ve only been with her since I met her. Step in the right direction, for what it’s worth.” John called over his shoulder.

“Shut up and clean. We both know we’re only doing this so she doesn’t think you’re a pig.”

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Staring at his ceiling John’s hairy chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace. His flat smelled like fresh linens and the pumpkin spice candle he had lit hours ago. There was a cool breeze coming from the cracked window that allowed him to hear the rain beating down outside.

“Someone missed me.” Your bright laugh was music to John’s ears.

What you said made him blush. You were right and he had just showed you how much he missed you while molding you into his mattress. He babbled about how he missed having you underneath him, hearing your voice, waking up to you, and your smart mouth. John even went as far to say that you were his, only his and that sweet cunt of yours was his too. You took it as dirty talk not John’s true intention or feelings.

“You like the chest hair?” John was staring down at his tufts of wiry auburn hair.

The hair ran from his chest down the center of his torso, over his naval and then met with the short well maintained curls at his pelvis. It felt gross to John that he was becoming self conscious, he usually never felt that way. But after seeing a hairless man answer your door it made him wonder if that’s what you preferred.

“Love it! You look like a lumber jack. It would be even sexier if you had one of those thick beards I could sit on.” The cheeky smile you wore as you flirted with John was genuine.

“You don’t prefer men who are hairless?” The question was just that to you, a question. You thought it was sweet John was asking your preferences and didn’t think he had any ulterior motives.

“No, not really. I guess I’m more attracted to who the guy is as a person and then what they look like is a bonus.” With a shrug you tossed your pillow at John and then stood to go open the window wider. John admired you as you gazed out at the surrounding area, naked and looking absolutely divine.

“You seeing anyone else?” John’s brain caught up to his mouth after the words had already left it.

“What?” You sounded stunned by the question and turned to look at him. Your face said it all, you were shocked and nervous.

“I’m not. Just want you to know that.” John told you evenly and then dug out a cigar from his nightstand.

“Are we not suppose to see other people? We aren’t dating.” You quirked an eyebrow at him and hid the guilt you were feeling. Crawling on to the bed you sat on your heels, took the lighter from John and lit his cigar for him. It was sweet and sexy how you wanted to cater to him.

“No, it’s whatever you want. I’m just letting you know I’m only seeing you. Have only been seeing you since we met.” John gave you a warm smile and sealed it with a wink.

Deep down he was hoping you would spill your guts about the man he saw at your flat. That it was a fling and you’d never see that guy again. In fact John wanted you to tell him you wouldn’t see anyone but him from now on. That you too felt the same way and he had made all other men seem dull and boring, leaving only him as the one you wanted to grace with your love, time, and affection.

“Oh, okay.” You smiled shyly.

It made your heart ache to hear that John had only been seeing you. In all honesty you thought you were one of many he had on rotation. Thats why you never brought up ground rules to being friends with benefits. The last time you did hurt too much because John said very clearly he didn’t do relationships. John had been transparent that he didn’t want a relationship but enjoyed your company and that was all you had to go off of.

“It’s none of my business-“ John began but you waved your hand for him to stop.

“Then let’s keep it that way. If you want to date and be my boyfriend then I’d love to have a conversation about boundaries and being true to one another. Until then, let’s not make it complicated.” There was no malice in the way you spoke but a strange kindness.

John could see you didn’t want to hurt him in anyway. That having privacy kept him safer. It made him wonder how you were truly feeling about everything going on between you two. But if he asked that, he was scared you would run off because once again he would reject your desire to be in a relationship.

“Breakfast?” John asked after taking a drag of his cigar. The way your bright eyes lit up made John’s chest puff out. He couldn’t deny you loved being taken out on dates and spoiled. John wondered why that was, what had happened in your life that made that so exciting to you.

“If you’re paying, yes.” It was a leading statement that made John beam.

“C’mon. Let me take you out for the day.” John was chuckling watching you give him a cheeky wink, a kiss to the cheek, and then jumping out of bed and humming some song John didn’t know.

“Fun!” You squealed and started to get dressed.

——————

Staring into your bathroom mirror you frowned at yourself. Your makeup was beautiful, outfit cute but a little sexy. Hair was framing your face perfectly. You looked good, great even, better than you usually did for a date. Only, the date was with the wrong guy.

You weren’t sure why everything seemed so flawless tonight when you weren’t particularly excited to be going on another date with someone who wasn’t the man you’d become rather smitten of. This guy was charming, very attractive, and smart; but he wasn’t John Price. That simple fact made him lack luster, it actually made all men seem boring. He was good in bed, muscular, knew what to do and how to get you off. But again, it didn’t hold a candle to the way John could make you feel.

No part of you wanted to hurt John. But you had ideas and goals for your life and being someone’s fuck buddy wouldn’t result in them. You wanted a family, children, a home to call your own. A man like John Price wasn’t going to give you that, and as much as that hurt it didn’t deter you from trying to find a man who would love you enough to give you the world.

That left you where you were now. Walking into a pub with a warm smile at the feeling of Adams arm wrapping around your waist. He wasn’t John, but he was a good match for you. So you forced yourself to smile, be charming, and a pleasure to be around. You didn’t allow yourself to be sarcastic or snarky like how John seemed to like because your smart mouth made him laugh and tease you back.

“What would you like to drink?” Adam smiled at you.

His eyes cast down to your powder blue cotton top. It showed off a tasteful amount of cleavage and clung to your curves nicely. It paired well with your skinny jeans and beige booties. You took notice to his wandering eyes but knew deep down you weren’t feeling like going home with him.

“Um, I’ll do a-“

“Pear martini.” A warm gruff voice finished for you.

Slowly turning you watched John wink and smile at you charmingly then flag down the bartender. You weren’t sure where he came from but it was like he appeared from thin air. He looked good in his black long sleeve that hugged his chest and arms. The jeans he was wearing always made his ass look good and you had trouble keeping yourself from pinching his bottom when he wore them.

Since you had last seen him a week ago John had let his facial hair grow out just how you said you liked it. The tan on his skin had faded into more of a golden glow that brought out the little auburn highlights in his short hair. John looked mesmerizing. It reminded you why it was so incredibly hard for you to move on and forget him. There was a ruggedness to him that most men lacked. The confidence he naturally possessed wasn’t for show but true with a touch of arrogance because he knew he was better than the men around him.

“You’re the bloke who stopped by her flat.” Adam pointed at John and then looked to you.

You felt your whole body flush having both men’s eyes on you. Adam seemed genuinely curious while John was grinning like a smug asshole. His arrogance was palpable and you knew what he was thinking.

‘She’s mine, and no matter what you do she’ll always come running back to me.’

And you were right, that’s exactly what was on John’s mind. His goal in all of this was to scare off your little boyfriend. Show him what a true man looked like and how your eyes always lingered on him.

“Uh, yeah we- uh, we’re friends.” You sounded anxious and it was impossible not to notice.

John was lightly chuckling in a condescending way and grinning to himself at your awkwardness. It was a dead give away that he wasn’t your friend. That there was much more going on between you two and the likes of Adam was not going to stop that.

“Yeah? A friend?” Adam scoffed while staring at John unimpressed.

You knew Adam well enough he was about to insult John. Not to show off but because it would be fun to get a rise out of him. Adam was a shit starter and you knew John would take the bait. The last thing you wanted was for John to start throwing punches because Adam had successfully gotten under his skin.

“Can you just give us a sec.” You smiled awkwardly at Adam and didn’t give him a chance to respond.

Grabbing John by the sleeve of his shirt you yanked him to follow you. He seemed smug, almost happy that you were giving him the time of day. Leaving your date behind to talk to him was an ego boost since you clearly valued a conversation with John more than one with Adam.

“What are you doing?” You hissed once you were near the entrance of the pub. You brought John this way so he would hopefully leave after you berated him.

Glancing back to your date and then to you, John smiled wickedly.

“He fuck you better than me?” John asked, making your jaw drop.

The crude question made you want to smack him. It felt wholly disrespectful. It reminded you that this was all about sex for John. Like you were some object that was his and Adam was encroaching on John’s territory. The sting of rejection from when John told you he didn’t want a relationship hurt ten fold in this moment. John didn’t feel the way you felt about him; at least that’s how it came across to you. And for some reason he didn’t want to make you his girlfriend but found it appropriate to interfere with your love life.

“No, but he’s interested in dating me!” You snapped and then took a breath to calm yourself down.

If you continued to follow your emotions you’d end up crying in John’s face. No part of you wanted him to know how deeply you felt for him. How when he wasn’t around the world didn’t seem as bright. That meeting him had done something to you and changed your life in a way that you were desperately trying to replicate with someone else.

“I’m only seeing you.” John stated as if that were enough.

“Are you my boyfriend?” You asked pointedly.

That seems to sting. John had to look away and gather his thoughts. It hurt to have that thrown in his face. John did want you to be his, but he knew he could never be good to you like the way you deserved. He was away too often and the likelihood he wouldn’t come home to you outweighed the desire to keep you for himself.

“No-“

“Then mind your buisness.” You said matter of factly.

“Is this about me not reaching out? I can call more, see you more, write to you while I’m deployed.” It surprised you to hear John like this. It was almost as if he was pleading with you to take the scraps of affection he was offering now and stop seeing anyone else.

“No, it’s not about any of those things. It’s about me. I want to get married one day and have a family, John. And I can’t do that with a guy who’s fucking around.” That seemed to shut John up.

You had no clue how much hearing that hurt John. John knew he didn’t deserve a happily ever after, a family, white picket fence, with the girl of his dreams. It wasn’t something attainable or sustainable because of who he was and the things he had done.

“Look we can continue whatever this is-” You motioned between you two.

“Until, I find a boyfriend who wants to give me the things I deserve. This is just sex. . . Like you wanted.” It was clear how much you wished it wasn’t just sex and John could see that written on your face.

“Now, I’m going to go back to my date. This’ll probably be the last time he sees me because of the stunt you just pulled. So, thanks.” Letting out an annoyed breath you turned abruptly and left John standing there.

John watched you the entire way to the bar. How you smiled politely and scooted by other patrons. The way you gave your date an awkward apologetic smile and how the man’s response was to give you a long hug. You seemed comfortable with him and he seemed to be smitten with you.

“I’m sorry about him.” You motioned over your shoulder to where you last saw John.

Adam waved it off seemingly unbothered by what happened. It was refreshing to not be met with someone who became jealous or treated you like you were there’s to keep.

“He an ex? Or you still seeing him?” He asked after offering you your drink. It was a pear martini like John had said.

Adam clearly saw the situation for what it was and knew John wasn’t fibbing about your drink of choice. Taking a sip you tried to gather your thoughts on what to say so you didn’t sound like a whore. Adams hand came up and lightly rubbed your back as a way to tell you it was alright.

“Look, we haven’t made anything official-“ You started.

“No worries. I hope you don’t mind I’ve been seeing other people too. Honestly helps me not feel so guilty or like a slag. Know what I mean?” Adam confessed his own behaviors and looked relieved to get it off his chest.

“That’s a relief. I don’t mind at all, I’m still getting to know you.” You let out the breath you were holding and finally relaxed. Part of you thought you’d get accosted for the stunt John pulled, not be accepted.

“Good, I do want to keep seeing you. And maybe soon be more than this.” Caressing his fingers over your jaw Adam smiled at you the way he did before he stole a kiss.

“Yeah?” You whispered and let him press his lips to yours.

“Yeah. You’re lovely.” Adam spoke softly as he pulled away.

John watched you flirt from a distance while that familiar feeling began to take over his gut. He had every intention of respecting your wishes, because you did deserve someone who would give you the world. The prick he watched kiss his girl was not the one, John was certain of that.

——————

Opening his front door John wasn’t sure who would be visiting his flat this late at night. He thought Sam might be returning the favor and showing up piss drunk and sobbing about his ex.

To his surprise it was you. Standing there in your powder blue top and blue jeans looking just as good as you did a few hours ago. Only then you were on a date with someone else and now you were here for John. You wore those eyes that begged for John to do - something, something he could never quite put his finger on.

“Thought he was the one to give you a family and all that-“

“Don’t be a dick.” You scoffed.

Pushing John aside he let you walk into his flat, noticing how your hips swayed confidently like you wanted him to stare at your ass. To his pleasure you walked straight to his bedroom, stripping off your top, revealing the curve of your spine, and tossing it to the floor along the way. Next came your bra and John knew why you were here. With a wicked smirk and sense like he had won, John shut his front door and made his way to you.

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