Ghost x Soap
⚠️NSFW⚠️
••The building tension between Ghost and Soap comes to a head when they're forced to share a bed on a mission.

It was a terribly uncomfortable, terribly awkward situation.

When Price was discussing where everyone would be staying for the night, he had failed to mention that all of the rooms only had one bed, which wouldn't be an issue if there were enough rooms for everyone to have their own. There wasn't, though, so Ghost and Soap were stuck in a room together.

Soap swore Price did it on purpose.

The bed was a tight fit for two grown men, and Soap couldn't seem to get comfortable on the godawful mattress. He shifted endlessly, trying to find the sweet spot but to no avail. It didn't help that he couldn't exactly turn over or stretch out, as Ghost's back was pressed right up against his own. The cheap sheets, crappy mattress, and limited room all kept him from a good night's rest.

To make matters worse, however, there was something else as well. Heat was building in his core, twisting and churning and creating an urge that needed to be satisfied like a stubborn itch. He'd been ignoring it for the most part, but now he was getting restless and hot—and kicking off the sheets on his side brought little relief. Additionally, Ghost was a literal fucking furnace and he was trapped in that heat as well.

It was only a matter of time until someone snapped.

"Soap, I'm trying to fuckin' sleep." Ghost growled, his drowsy rasp deepening his accent. "Stop moving every two goddamn seconds or I'll kick you off the bed."

"I'm trying to sleep too, ya bastard!" Soap retorted. "It's too fucking hot in here and I don't have any room!"

"Sleep on the floor."

"So you can have all the blankets? Fuck no!"

"Then shut up."

Soap released an exasperated sigh and rubbed his eyes. "You are causin' so many problems right now. Jesus fuckin' Christ..." He muttered.

The more worked up he became, the more his mind continued to wander. He unintentionally let out a soft groan, clutching the sheets in his fist.

"The fuck was that?" Ghost asked after a moment's silence. The bed creaked as he turned over onto his other side. "Johnny, what the hell is wrong with you?"

Soap screwed his eyes shut. "I know why Price put us in here together."

Silence. A few soft breaths.

"Why?"

Soap turned over to face Ghost, their faces mere inches apart. This was only the second time he'd seen Ghost's face, and it was just as breathtaking as the last. Moonlight filtered through the blinds that covered the window and cast an ethereal glow that illuminated Ghost's figure. His ridiculously long eyelashes, dusted with a tinge of white, batted at him as they stared into each other's eyes.

There was no need for a verbal answer, for the answer came in the form of their lips crashing together, hungrily seeking out the other. Soap grabbed at Ghost's shirt, clutching it in his fist as he pulled him closer.

Somewhere along the line he ended up on his back, Ghost straddling his hips. The kisses were hot and sloppy, and their hands wandered all over. Touching skin, feeling muscle, brushing over ribs in desperate but gentle movements.

Ghost's hands slid down and squeezed Soap's hips. Soap jerked his pelvis upward in response to the touch, a soft gasp escaping into the kiss.

Ghost pulled away for a moment, his chest heaving as he panted. "Y'sure you wanna do this, Johnny..?" He murmured huskily. His eyes gazed down at Soap with a haze of lust glazing over them. "They could hear us..."

"C'mon, LT. You think I fuckin' care?" Soap huffed, panting as well. God, he wanted this so fucking bad. "Make 'em hear us. Then they'll regret putting us in a room together..."

"Heh.. I like the way you think."

The rushed removal of clothes soon followed, tossed off to the side in a pile. Ghost climbed back on top of Soap and tucked his head under his chin, pressing messy kisses to skin that was warm to the touch. Soap tilted his head back and let out a breathy moan, sliding his arms around Ghost's midsection.

Eager to move things along, Ghost gently pushed in and gave Soap some time to adjust.

"Fuuuck..." Soap groaned. His eyes squeezed shut and he scrunched his nose in discomfort.

"Breathe, love. I won't move until you say so." Ghost murmured.

Soap inhaled, then slowly exhaled, feeling his nerves begin to settle. Pain gave way to pleasure and he shifted his hips, eager for more. Once he felt ready enough, he lifted his head to smirk at Ghost.

"Show me whatchya got, LT."

Ghost chuckled and steadied himself, propping his arms up on either side of Soap. "As you wish."

He slowly pulled out, though not all the way, then thrusted back in and picked up a steady pace.
With each roll of Ghost's hips, the pleasure Soap received continued to grow.

He tilted his head back and moaned. "Ohhh fuckk~ is.. is that all you got..?" A louder moan escaped as Ghost gave an especially hard thrust.

Gradually, Ghost's pace grew rougher and harder. He jerked his hips forward with each thrust, grunting as he buried himself as deep as he could. His skin glistened with sweat and his hands tightly clenched the sheets beneath Soap. He was pounding into him so hard, the mattress was creaking.

"Ohh..~ Si... Sim—ahhh...~" Soap moaned, arching his spine as he clawed at Ghost's back. "Ngh.. oh fuck~ yeah... r-right there~ right— agh..~!"

Ghost found it amusing that Soap was still just as talkative during intimate moments as he was during regular mission banter. His responses drove him onward. He wanted everyone to hear exactly what they were doing. He didn't give a fuck what they thought of it either.

Was it rude and inconsiderate to have loud sex at this hour of the night? Probably. But when would they ever have an opportunity to do this again? Not until they got back to base, and Ghost knew both of them couldn't wait that long.

Eventually, Ghost ran out of steam. His thrusts became sloppy and his chest heaved with every breath he sucked in. The knot in his stomach continued to tighten, building and building until he could no longer control himself.

Soap came first with a long, drawn out moan, starting a chain reaction that caused Ghost to follow seconds later. They held onto each other as they rode down from their highs, panting with sweat dripping down their bodies.

Soap's brain had just about been scrambled. He laid his head back on his pillow, smiling stupidly up at the ceiling.

"Bloody hell..." Ghost murmured between pants, his arms now barely holding him up. He stared at Soap, soon feeling a smile of his own tugging at the corners of his lips. "What're you smilin' at?"

Soap chuckled softly and tilted his head down, peering at Ghost with a playful glint in his eyes. "That's gotta be th' best ass-fuckin' I've ever received."

"Fuck off." Ghost snorted, grinning wider as he shook his head. He bent down and gave Soap a kiss. "Cheeky bastard."

"It's true, y'know."

"Yeah, I can tell. Took it like a good ol' boy."

Ghost leaned back, but Soap pulled him back in for another kiss.

"Mhm. Gonna hafta repay ya sometime." He hummed, gently holding Ghost's jaw in his hand while he admired his face, trying to memorize it.

Who knows when he'd see it again.

Ghost's eyes fluttered as he leaned into the touch. "Negative."

"C'monnn, LT." Soap put on his best puppy eyes. "I've got to. Lemme show ya a good time, yeah?"

Ghost chuckled and eased himself down until he was laying on top of Soap. He ran his fingers through his hair, humming softly to himself.

"...I'll consider it."