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“Aghh–shite” Soap hissed through his teeth as he attempted the first stair of Price’s porch.
“Bloody hell Johnny. I said I would get the bags, that didn’t mean to go running in the house. Just wait there for me.”
“Ugh fine,” Soap grumbled as he gripped the banister with white knuckles trying to settle into a comfortable position.
Price passed him taking the steps two at a time as he grumped unintelligible noises under his breath. Soap was pretty sure he heard the word stubborn in there somewhere, but decided it wasn’t worth the argument, at least not this time.
Returning to the stairs Price wrapped his arm across Soap’s back under his armpits. Gently he guided Soap’s arm across his shoulders and secured his grip as they began to move. Step by step, groaning with the pain, and gripping each other tightly they eventually made their way through the threshold.
“I’m definitely your hostage this time, because I’m not tryin’ to do that again,” Soap huffed out as he beelined to the couch.
“No, don’t sit down.”
“What do you mean ‘don’t sit down’?”
“Straight to bed with you. You still need to rest.”
“Ugghh you’re so bossy.”
“I am your captain, but even more so, I am the man that would like to spend a long amount of time with you. So, bedroom now.”
While still attempting to not cause himself any more pain Soap stomped away like a petulant child in the direction of the bedroom. While the comfy fluffy bed sounded glorious compared to the hard hospital bed he’d been stuck in for a week, there was one thing that held him back.
“John I–”
“No excuses, in the bed you go.”
“It’s not that, I just–I want to get cleaned up. I smell like chemicals, and I’m fairly sure there’s still some residual ‘rubble’ residue hiding on me somewhere. I feel dirty, and I don’t want that in your bed.”
“Then let’s get you cleaned up.”
“‘Let’s’? I’m not allowed to soak until the stitches come out.” Soap lamented at the fact. Even though climbing into the tub would most likely be just as difficult as the front stairs, he wished they could curl together in the tub like they did after Price had fucked him limp that weekend.
“There is a shower in there love, and yes, I’m coming with you.”
“You know I can’t have sex ‘til I’m healed right?” Soap asked dubiously.
Pinching the bridge of his nose Price closed his eyes and took a calm and controlled breath in and blew it out through pursed lips. Pointing to the doorway of the bathroom he spoke in a way that had Soap fidgeting in his own skin.
“Get in the bathroom, take your clothes off, and get in the shower…now. I’ll join you in a moment.”
Without another word Soap scurried his way to the bathroom and began the arduous task of removing his clothes. While the bottom half went well enough, the t-shirt was going to be an issue. Unable to cross or rotate his arm on his injured side the way he needed to to escape the last of his clothing. Huffing out a sigh he decided to turn the water on to start it warming up. A nurse at the medbay had helped him get dressed. He hadn’t considered who would be able to help with the undressing.
“Can you help me?” Soap called out quietly, silently hoping Price wouldn’t hear him, but also desperately wanting to immerse himself under the decadent spray of Price’s high pressure shower head.
The door softly clicked open and Price entered clad only in his boxer briefs. Taking in the scene before him Price smiled softly and moved to help Soap. Grabbing the sleeve on his good arm Price worked his arm out, followed by his head, finishing on the side Soap was having difficulty moving. He motioned for Soap to get in the shower before following closely behind. Soap stood awkwardly half out of the spray, not wanting to hog the water and give Price some too. With an eyebrow raised Price gently gripped his shoulders and placed him firmly directly in the warmth of the stream. A small sigh punctuated by a moan worked its way from deep down in Soap’s chest. It was needy and whiny, but Soap couldn’t be bothered to care. The water felt so fucking good. After a few minutes Price broke the comfortable silence.
“Just because you’re naked, doesn’t mean I need or want to fuck you. I want to take care of you, please let me.”
“...okay,” Soap squeaked out.
Squeezing Soap’s shampoo into his hands, he massaged it through his hair, scratching at his scalp carefully as he saturated his hair. The motion caused goosebumps to break out across his skin. Reaching past Soap, Price adjusted the water temperature minutely warmer, all while wearing a blank expression. His eyes read of love and adoration, but the hard lines of his jaw and mouth read more of stress and fatigue. Squeezing shower gel into his loofah, Price gently began to scrub at Soap’s skin, making small circles and not missing a single inch. While Soap’s mind may be fuzzy from the warmth and Price’s ministrations, he’s not so far gone that he doesn’t notice the delicate touch and attention. Fingers softly brushing through his hair, pushing the overgrown strands away from his eyes. Large calloused palms smoothing over his sensitive and bruised skin to rinse all the bubbles and stress away. Leaning in, Price pressed his lips in soft kisses against each and every bruise and scratch he could find across Soap’s skin. No mark was left untouched as Price focused the majority of his attention on Soap’s face and all the small abrasions which lay there.
Settling Soap under the hot stream of water Price quickly shampooed his own hair and scrubbed himself clean before turning them around and rinsing. Turning off the water he grabbed a fluffy towel and wrapped it around Soap’s shoulders, to whose surprise the towel was absolutely massive. It met in the middle even when wrapped around his broad body, and even though it was draped around his neck, it still reached to the tops of his thighs.
“Did you steal this from a bloody ship’s sail? It’s huge!”
Smiling softly, Price tugged the towel tighter around Soap’s body and ushered him back into the bedroom where all of his clothes had been unpacked and laid out on top of the dresser. Soap’s pride tossed aside, he allowed Price to help dry him off and even get his underwear pulled up over his hips.
Laying in bed Price’s warm calloused hands gently traced the soft planes of Soap’s body. No more firm grip, no more aggressive hold, all featherlight touch and ginger grazes which served to make Soap feel as fragile and breakable as he truly was. Price had that effect on him. One moment he could make him feel like the impenetrable steel plates they wore in their carriers on ops, and the next he was as delicate as the moth’s wing. One wrong touch and he would disintegrate into dust. Price was an enigma, and he wanted Soap.
“When the helo landed, I was afraid you’d already be dead. Then you jumped out and gave me the gift of your breathtaking smile. A smile that I had missed for those days while you were gone love. While it was a beautiful gift, and I was relieved to see it, for it to be surrounded by blue oxygen deprived lips was absolutely horrifying. Then you passed out. You passed out and I didn’t know if that was it. All I could think was, ‘What if that was all I got?’ All I got was a whirlwind weekend and a couple weeks here on base. What if I never get to kiss him again? What if I never get to fuss at him for doing something that annoys me? What if I don’t get to tell him that I love him, and he just died in front of me? Johnny, of course I want to fuck you sometimes, but I also want to love you, and I want you to let me love you. Doll, you are one of the most important things in my life right now, and I need you to let me cherish you and take care of you. I don’t need you to say anything back right now, I just need you to not give this old man a heart attack. Give me a little peace with you while we have the luxury.”
Soap was stunned silent. There was a lot to unpack in that monologue. The main thing that stuck out though was that Price loved him.
“I–I’m sorry I scared you. I do remember seeing you. I was so relieved you were there. I probably would have passed out sooner, but I needed to see your face.”
As Soap nuzzled closer into Price’s chest he felt a shudder rack through the man’s body. Tipping his head up he saw a solitary tear make its way down his nose and drip over onto the pillow. Silently tears gathered and spilled from Soap’s eyes in kind. They truly had almost lost each other.
“I don’t want to hurt you, but can I hold you?”
“As long as I don’t have to move, you can come as close as you want.”
With a soft chuckle Price shifted himself almost completely under Soap, tangling their legs together and breathing a deep sigh of relief.
Next Day
“Dammit Johnny, just do the bloody breathing exercises! It’ll keep you from getting fucking pneumonia. You promised me not even an hour ago that you’ll do everything the doctor told you to do!”
“They make me feel so stupid though,” Soap whined as he gave the spirometer another death glare.
“I don’t care. If you get sick because you don’t do the exercises, I’ll take you back to base hospital and leave you there.”
“No you wouldn’t.”
Closing the distance Price leaned in inches from Soap’s face, keeping fierce eye contact, “Try me.”
With a groan Soap reached out and grabbed the annoying plastic tool and breathed deeply into it. It was entirely too deeply though, as he winced with the stretch of the muscles over his still sore and fractured ribs. The small indicator on the side wasn’t reaching the goal number. He had a long way to go, and a lot more exercises until he was going to get away with being sassy to Price and get away with it. Price whose gaze was zoned in on the same indicator as he silently watched with pursed lips and a furrowed brow.
“I need to run back to base and grab one of the thumb drives I forgot. I know you won’t stay in bed, and you’re going to wander. I need you to promise me, if you feel faint I want you to sit down immediately and text or call me if you can. Promise?”
“Yeah I promise.”
“And do the breathing exercises!”
“Do the breathing exercises,” Soap mocked as the door clicked closed.
A minute later his phone buzzed with a notification.
Price - I heard that.
Soap - Good!
Noting the time Soap mentally set himself up his next appointment in a few hours with the stupid breathing toy. A few hours that he could spend wandering Price’s house just like he’d said.
Clambering up out of the bed he made his way to the kitchen to get himself a cup of coffee from the pot Price had brewed earlier for him. After their weekend together Soap had claimed he may die if he didn’t get even a half decent cup of coffee when the only thing Price had in the house was tea. A coffee maker had mysteriously appeared two days into his stay without a word from the older man.
With his caffeine in hand, Soap set about perusing his way through the kitchen. Opening each cabinet and drawer to get a feel for what Price liked to use in the kitchen and also snack on. That answer was boring old man snacks and some surprisingly expensive looking chocolates that had already been half eaten. Soap would have to put together a list of snacks he enjoyed if he were going to survive here.
The living room was a bust, nothing interesting other than some knives and guns covertly hidden from any unsuspecting intruders.
The bedroom, on the other hand, wielded some very rewarding results. At the back of one of Price’s drawers he found three items he wasn’t sure he’d ever find belonging to his captain. A cock ring, a pair of red lace boxer briefs, and a massage candle that had been burned at least once.
Oh John, you dirty bird.
He couldn’t help the small pang of jealousy he felt in his chest at the idea that he had used these things with someone else, but distantly he remembered that Price had said he’d never had anyone to this house before, so was this all for himself? Soap would have to grill him about it when he got home. Leaving the items out to hilariously confront him with Soap moved on through the house again.
As Soap entered Price’s office he remembered the art he’d meant to ask him about, but had been otherwise decidedly distracted. Eagerly Soap hustled back to the bedroom where he grabbed his sketchbook and pencil. Hurrying back to the office he noticed how the edges of his vision became fuzzy and dark as he gripped the edge of the desk. Tossing his sketchbook on the floor, he knew where his next destination was going to be. Slowly he lowered himself to the floor until he was flat on his back, waiting for the room to cease its spinning.
When the Earth was finally still Soap sat up and silently agreed with himself that he’d stay there until Price got back. It wouldn’t be much longer now anyway. From his spot on the floor Soap took a longer look at each art piece. There was no way they were prints, he could see the brush strokes and pencil lines that he was so familiar with himself. He really had to ask where he got them all, and why he had them.
Soon Soap found himself lost in the strokes of the graphite as the tip of his pencil met the page again and again. His hand paused only when he heard the jingle of keys as the door opened.
“Johnny? You didn’t answer my text, so I just had to guess what you’d like for lunch. No complaining alright? Where the hell are you love?”
“In the office,” Soap called out.
He could hear Price set down bags on the counter and leisurely make his way down the hallway to the office.
“What are you doing in h—Johnny what happened? Did you pass out? How do you feel now?”
“I’m fine John,” Soap said as he brushed Price away, “I just got a little overzealous and ran through the house. Too much activity too fast and I got dizzy. Nothin’ to worry about, promise.”
“Why didn’t you text me?”
“I think I left my phone in the kitchen,” Soap shrugged his shoulders. Reaching up he tugged on Price’s pant leg. “Come on, get down here and join me.”
“I—you know what, alright.”
Price’s knees creaked as he groaned his way down to the floor. Leaning his back against the desk he pulled Soap between his legs and gently wrapped his arms around his middle. A deep hum rumbled out of Price as he nestled his head into the crook of Soap’s neck. His beard lightly scratched against Soap’s skin.
Soap mindlessly sketched on and on, enjoying the comfortable silence. There were few times he actually enjoyed the quiet, always feeling the need to fill it with chatter, but with Price he didn’t need to.
After a few minutes Price spoke up, “What are you drawing?”
“Practicing drawing lace.”
“That sounds like it might be difficult.”
“It is, but I need to learn how.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because you’re going to put those bonnie lace underwear on for me and let me draw you.”
Price’s body went rigid.
“Yeah I found ‘em.”
“Bleedin’ hell Johnny, I knew you would wander around, but I didn’t think you’d go digging through every single drawer!”
“Oh you know better than that. I’m nosy as hell.”
“Very true,” Price sighed, “well, what else did you find?”
“The cock ring, and the candle…that’s been burned before,” Soap listed off.
“Now don’t be worryin’ your pretty little head about that. I lit it once to see if I liked it, and I did, so I kept it in case I ever wanted to use it.” Price ruffled Soap’s overgrown hair and pressed a kiss against his neck.
“Mmmm,” Soap hummed, relieved at the answer. He and Price would definitely be putting that candle to good use as soon as possible. “So, you gonna pose for me?”
“I brought food. Let’s go tuck in to that.”
Soap shifted forward with a smirk on his face. Deflecting, he thought, but he didn’t say no.
After plopping Soap down at the table with his food, Price excused himself to the bathroom. Excitedly Soap dug into what was arguably the best burger he had ever tasted. He barely heard Price re-enter over his chewing, but he did note a change of wardrobe from jeans to sweatpants. As Price bent over, Soap almost choked on his food. There, just barely peeking above the waistband was a flicker of red lace. Oh John. Soap schooled his expression as he continued to finish his dinner in anxious silence.
With food consumed and dishes tidied away Price moved to sit on the couch, but Soap had other plans. Hooking his finger in the back of his waistband he stopped him in his tracks while getting a delicious view of his tight ass in the crimson lace.
”Absolutely not. You think you can put those on and just sit on the couch? No, you’re going to sit and let me draw you.”
Huffing in mock indignation, Price turned and rolled his eyes dramatically. “What, I can’t just wear comfy underwear and lounge around with you?”
Soap responded by stalking off to the bedroom. Before entering he called over his shoulder, “Roll your office chair in here so I can rest while I draw.”
”Yes sir,” Price mumbled under his breath.
He was excited in so many ways, but he just couldn’t bring himself to admit it out loud quite yet. His blood had begun moving south without his permission. Soap was not recovered enough for that kind of physical activity, so he was going to have to focus on other things. Stopping off in the office he grabbed his chair and rolled it down the hall to the bedroom, where he found Soap propped up and resting on the bed. Price’s chest warmed as he watched Soap settling in and getting his items all laid out across the comforter. It didn’t matter what Price had to do, if it could convince Soap to rest, he’d do it.
“So, do I get to keep my shirt on or…?” Price smirked.
“Nice try. Everything off but the underwear.”
Unceremoniously Price tossed his clothes onto the floor in front of the closet and slowly lowered himself into the chair. As his bare skin made contact with the cold leather he hissed through his teeth.
“Bloody fuckin’ hell that’s cold,” Price growled.
A small chuckle came from the bed as Price perched on the edge of the seat, waiting to be directed into position.
With a bit of direction Soap got Price moved how he wanted him. One leg bent at the knee with his foot resting on the seat, with the other foot resting comfortably on the floor. Fist resting gently under his chin while his elbow perched on the bent knee.
Soap began quietly sketching. Looking back and forth and back and forth from Price to paper as small strokes of his pencil filled the silent space with quiet scratches. Price marveled at how focused and engrossed in the activity he truly was. Soap, who felt the need to fill all quiet spaces with chatter, was now silent. Soap, who could hardly keep still unless he was on a mission, barely moved a muscle as he concentrated. Soap, whose primary hobbies (Price thought) involved playing pranks and blowing things up, was drawing him in his underwear.
“You can smoke if you want John,” Soap murmured.
“No love, your lungs are still healing. If I want to smoke it will be in a different room or outside.”
Soap stopped and looked up at Price for just a moment before going back to drawing.
“You really do look delicious in red lace John. I think we ought to get you a pair in every color though. When I’m feeling better we’ll go through all of them bloody fast.”
Price’s fading erection roared to life with a vengeance as his blood rushed south. He could picture it now, himself in every color of lace, and Soap on his knees dragging each and every pair down his legs with his teeth. Of course swallowing his cock and lavishing each inch of his heated skin with his tongue.
Palming his cock, Price tried to subtly adjust himself as he strained against the fabric.
“You solid over there John?”
“Yeah,” Rock solid, he thought, “just a little uncomfortable. You okay if I adjust?”
“Hmm, why don’t you take that bonnie cock of yours out and touch yourself for me John?”
Price’s brain short circuited as he stared at Soap, who didn’t so much as look up from his sketchbook. He caught a small smirk as Soap moved to erase something.
“Aye you heard me right. Now get it out and touch yourself so we can both enjoy it.” Soap tossed the bottle of lube over to Price with a wink.
Price wasted no time tugging the waistband down and freeing his aching cock. A heavy relieved sigh burst from his chest as he began to stroke himself with his lubed palm. Running his thumb along the sensitive head, he groaned and moved both feet to the floor. While Price knew what he liked when he stroked himself, today he did his best to mimic the way Soap touched him. His fist no comparison to his hot mouth and devilish tongue, but his movements coming very close to the exact movements the other man liked to use on him.
“Ahhh Johnny,” Price moaned unabashedly as his head rolled to rest on the chair back.
A feral grin split Soap’s face as he mused at the image before him. Price’s posture slouched relaxedly with his hips pushed forward, feet planted firmly on the floor. Legs spread wide and strong arms tensing as he worked his cock at a fair speed. His lubed hand making obscene sounds in the silent house.
A whine escaped Price’s lips as he hitched his hips forward, fucking into his own grasp.
”When was the last time you came John? You sound so needy.”
”Not—ah—not since our weekend—christ.”
”Not at all? I’d have thought you would have at least eased some tension while I was on that mission.”
”I—mmh—I thought about it, but I wanted to wait for you—“
‘Wanted me to have all your cum didn’t you?”
Price picked up the pace and was now furiously stroking his cock, his hips bucking up off the seat, while his other hand gripped the chair arm with white knuckles. He shook his head with a mumbled yes.
“Wanted to paint my skin white with all of that cum you’ve held onto for me aye?”
”Bloody—Jesus Johnny I’m gonna—,”
”Not yet. Look at me John.”
Soap had set his pencil and sketchbook down and was watching Price intensely. His pupils blown wide in contrast to his hands simply folded together in his lap. Price’s head shot up, but his pace never faltered as he kept eye contact with Soap. He was dangerously close to the edge, and with Soap watching him with such adoration as well as hunger, he was going to be in trouble.
“Johnny please,” Price begged.
”Lean a little further back and come on your chest for me. I may need to rest, but as you said, that cum is for me and I want it.”
Price’s eyes rolled back as he keened and pressed his lower body to the very edge of the chair. Angling his cock to not waste a single drop. His muscles tightened and he came with a punched out moan. Stroking himself slower now, he milked every last drop from his quickly softening cock onto his stomach.
A soft rustling of fabric was Price’s only warning before Soap was standing before him, waiting expectantly.
“Sit up for me when you can.”
With trembling arms Price pushed himself up to a sitting position. Gripping Price’s knees, Soap slowly lowered himself to kneel in front of him. A ghost of pain crossed his features before hunger and lust took its place. Pulling his bottom lip between his teeth he glanced up into Price’s eyes before surging forward, catching Price’s spend with his tongue as it began to trace down his chest and stomach. They groaned in unison at the action. Price at the hot mouth placing open mouthed kisses against his chest, lapping up every drop of cum. Soap at the sheer amount of tangy cum he was feasting on. A taste he didn’t realized he’d been craving until it graced his tongue. Oddly, an empty feeling inside himself seemed satiated by the act.
After Soap was sure he’d cleaned Price’s chest thoroughly, they closed the distance and their mouths met in a wet yet tender kiss. Tongues tangling together as both men tasted Price on them. The fact that this could have never happened again, that Soap could have been killed, was not lost on them. Finally separating when Soap’s ribs began to ache from his resting position on the floor, Price spoke.
“Johnny, what about you?”
“No, I’ll be fine. I’ll pop my damn lung with the way you make me come every time.” He said with a chuckle.
“If you’re sure, then let’s get you back into bed.”
With Soap settled, Price moved to take his office chair out of the room.
“Go ahead and clean up, but come right back. I’m not done drawing you.”
When he returned Price’s eyes were heavy, and the moment he sat down he felt the familiar warmth of tingling skin that told him he was going to fall asleep very soon.
”You can close your eyes, just stay sitting John.”
Lazily tracking his eyes over he could see Soap was focused intently on his sketchbook again. Drawing and erasing at a furious pace, eyes full of passion, Price smiled at the warmth in his chest at the love he felt for him. Resting comfortably back Price closed his eyes and was quickly asleep.
Unbeknownst to Price, Soap had started a new drawing. He could finish the lace details on the other another time. This one, well, this one was even more personal that the first. The image of Price’s body, tight with tension as he came hard was now burned in Soap’s brain, and he needed to put it to paper. Record the moment Soap had given him permission to come—something he had never asked for before. He wanted to draw Price in every situation, every position. Capture the planes of his body tight and tense, and then relaxed and placid. He wanted to capture the love he felt for the man in physical form.
Two hours pass and Price wakes with a startle, almost forgetting where he was. Distantly thinking he had fallen asleep in his office on base again. It had only happened a handful of times, but it did indeed happen occasionally.
A slight chill crept across his skin bringing goosebumps along with it. He shuddered as he sat forward scrubbing his hands over his still sleep blurred eyes.
“Have a nice nap?”
”Mhmm,” Price grumbled as he stood, stretching his cramped up back causing a symphony of creaks and cracks.
“Come, join me in the medbay away from base,” Soap smiled as he patted the mattress beside him.
Stretching his arms over his head he plodded over to the bed and curled under the covers against Soap’s good side, careful not to grab or jostle too hard.
“What do you think?” Soap held the sketchbook up for Price to see.
“Oh hell, I don’t think I can hang that in my office,” Price murmured goodnaturedly as he took in every detail of himself coming not but a few hours ago.
“Why not?”
“What if we have company?”
“Do you plan on having the party in your office?”
”Well no—“
”Do you not like it?”
”No that’s not—“
”Ugh, I knew I should have just stuck with the first drawing.”
”Johnny!”
”What?”
”Will you shut it? I do love it. It’s just odd seeing myself like that. It’s not like I’ve actually seen myself come before. I’m usually a little busy in the moment.”
“You look so bonnie beautiful when you do John.”
“I see that. You really think I’m beautiful?”
”Absolutely. You have a lovely soul, and you’re just so terribly handsome.”
”It really is a good drawing, Johnny. We can hang it in the office with my other art.”
”Speaking of which, are those all originals?”
”Yes, I don’t prefer prints. There’s just a different feel when I have the original piece.”
”I know that feeling. It’s like owning a piece of the artist, instead of a cheapened watered down copy.”
”Well luckily I have all the originals from this artist,” Price mused as he pulled Soap minutely closer to him.
”Yes, and you always will I fear,” Soap smiled as they gently pulled each other into a slow deep kiss.
The art was indeed hung in Price’s office after Soap spent a few more days working out the details of the lace, then tracing it in red to make it pop and catch the eye. Price grumbled internally initially at the fact his eye was drawn to it each time he entered the office, but he quickly got over the feeling when he remembered something Soap had said. “This is how I see you John. Powerful, beautiful, full of passion, and willing to wait for my permission here and there.” If this was how Soap saw him, Price would try and learn to appreciate his vision.