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Johnny isn’t quite expecting to see his lieutenant laying in his bed when he gets back to his room, but it’s also not the strangest thing he’s walked in on. The larger man is curled into a protective ball, head resting on Johnny’s pillow, and he’s purring very softly. His long, muscular tail is wrapped around his knees and his dirty blonde ears are twitching gently in his sleep. Johnny might already be a little in love with the other man. They don’t talk about it. Occasionally Simon will look at him and give him one of those slow blinks that all of his feline companion guides declare to mean “I love you,” but Gaz thinks that’s crazy and when he brought it up to the captain the man choked on his coffee and walked away.
Regardless, there’s a big warm ball of Simon on his bed and Johnny intends to snuggle him. Simon only ever appears in his room when he’s looking for affection. He won’t ask for it directly–usually he shoves his head under Johnny’s hand roughly until the Scot takes the hint and gives him ear scritches. Simon is a rough and tumble tomcat, covered in scars from backalley brawls and countless brushes with death on missions, but Johnny wouldn’t trade him for the world.
“Don’t claw my face off,” Johnny whispers as he kicks off his trainers and sits on the bed. When Simon doesn’t immediately launch himself across the room, Johnny eases down onto the bed and slowly curls around his feline companion. “It’s Johnny, Lt. Just me.” The muscles in Simon’s back relax as he hears Johnny’s voice and then he’s headbutting the sergeant’s shoulder rather aggressively for head pets.
Chuckling low and quiet, Johnny pets the older man’s soft ears and scritches his hair. Simon usually opts for a soft balaclava in his sleep and he’s learned that it makes it far easier for Johnny to shower him with affection when the full mask isn’t in the way. It’s a sign of implicit trust that he doesn’t wear it constantly around Johnny.
“Recruits off for the afternoon?” Simon’s voice is a low deep rumble.
Johnny snorts and presses a kiss to the older man’s temple. “Gave ‘em to Gaz to run through the obstacle course. My knee is acting up again.”
Simon sits up suddenly, clearly concerned, and gently drags Johnny’s leg across his lap to check him over. He’s wearing absolutely nothing under the sheet pooled low around his hips and Johnny isn’t mentally prepared for this fact. A sleek blonde tail with brown tabby stripes lashes against the sheets in worry and Simon’s ears pin back a little. “Where’s your brace? Medical didn’t clear you for anything strenuous and you never listen to them.”
“I wasn’t doing anything strenuous. Quit fussing. I’m fine. Besides, I’m supposed to be loving on you, not getting lectured.” Simon frowns at him but stops hovering, lets Johnny drag his leg away. “Can’t sleep in a man’s bed naked as a jaybird, Lt. Might make the wrong impression.”
Simon stares at him, unimpressed. “You know we’ve fucked before, right?”
Johnny laughs. “Still. Got me all flustered, sir. Looking for a little afternoon delight?” He’s anticipating the pillow that hits him square in the head but not the force behind it and he launches himself at Simon gleefully. “I’m gonna bite you, I swear to God.”
Faster than someone his size has any right to be, Simon pins Johnny flat on his back on the bed and purrs, clearly pleased with himself. “Be nice or I’ll go sleep in someone else’s bed naked.”
Johnny makes an indignant squawk. “You wouldn’t.”
“No,” Simon agrees, dropping a little kiss onto Johnny’s pout. “I wouldn’t.” He pauses. “Unless Price is into it.”
Johnny growls possessively and flips them, getting Simon under him and pinned between his thighs. “Mine.” It slips out before he can stop himself and then there’s this very awkward pause where he sort of wants the ground to open up and swallow him whole.
“Yours,” Simon chuckles after a few painful seconds. “Calm down. Don’t plan on showing the captain the goods, I promise.”
“Si, I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry. You’re not a piece of meat for me to stake my claim on. I’m not that kind of alpha–” Simon cuts him off by leaning up and kissing him firmly. Johnny forgets what he was rambling about. He gets sort of lost in the feeling of Simon’s lips on his and wandering hands slowly and methodically stripping his clothes off.
“Want you inside me. Now,” Simon purrs.
Johnny huffs in amusement. “So demanding.” He shoves his way playfully between Simon’s thick thighs anyway, running his hands over scarred skin and soft blonde hairs. There’s a damp patch over Simon’s vulva that Johnny desperately wants to lick but that’s not what he’s been tasked to do. Instead, he uses his thumbs to part Simon’s fat lips and rumbles, already hard just from looking at his feline companion. Simon seems completely comfortable with the scrutiny–because it’s Johnny–and lays there a little impatiently. “Fucking gorgeous, Si.”
“Write poetry about my cunt later.” He slaps Johnny’s ass loudly. “Get at it already.”
“So romantic,” Johnny rolls his eyes fondly but does as he’s told. Sinking into Simon feels like falling into a warm bed after a long day of work. It’s almost comforting, not that he would ever say that aloud and risk being mocked for the rest of his days. So instead of waxing poetical about having sex with his superior officer, Johnny leans down and kisses Simon more gently than he should and fucks him properly, deep and lazy and without any sense of urgency. It’s his favorite kind of sex, where they both sort of fall into their orgasms. It doesn’t take long for Simon to tense up and reach down to touch himself to help things along. Johnny lightly smacks his hand out of the way and uses his thumb to circle Simon’s wet clit slowly while fucking him.
“Go faster,” Simon huffs, but they both know Johnny won’t. Instead, he brings Simon over the edge steady and sweet, fucks him gently through his orgasm and waits for the other man’s approving nod before coming inside him for what feels like minutes.
Afterwards, they lay together sticky and warm and comfortable. Johnny knows he’s going to have to get up soon and clean them both up before taking a well-deserved afternoon nap but he can’t be bothered to move just yet, not when he’s still balls deep inside his feline companion and Simon’s tail is wrapped around his waist. He nuzzles one of the man’s ears and smiles when it flicks in irritation. “Get off me. You’re heavy,” Simon huffs.
Johnny closes his eyes and snuggles closer. “No. I’m comfortable.” There’s a brief tussle where Johnny almost gets kneed in the balls and he maybe pulls Simon’s tail in revenge but they settle down eventually, laid out on the rumpled sheets in a patch of sunlight. Simon yawns and stretches. Johnny watches him sleepily and thinks that he could spend the rest of his life like this and die a happy man.