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So far no one had questioned why Lieutenant Riley and Sergeant MacTavish kept booking leave at the same time. A mere coincidence surely, and not so his lieutenant could pound him into the mattress.
Three days was usually what they risked. Three days of Johnny getting fucked over every surface of his Glasgow flat. Three days of watching bad films and ordering takeaway. Three days where Ghost took far too long in the bathroom quite honestly. In those three days they were the only two people in the world. Nothing else existed.
Until one late night after a mission, arriving back at Credenhill, mercifully still in one piece, although Gaz had fallen out of a jeep and messed up his ankle, Ghost had sidled up to him as he sorted through his kit bag.
‘Book off five this time,’ he’d said, in a voice still hoarse from shouting through gunfire.
And Johnny nodded.
Ghost usually left at a different time to Johnny, arriving late afternoon or evening. However when he walked up the stairs to his flat he found Ghost was already sitting there waiting for him. Ghost immediately got to his feet.
‘Now isn’t this a surprise,’ said Johnny, grinning. ‘You got here fast.’
‘Someone over at Maryhill owed me a favour,’ said Ghost.
‘Was the favour an off the books helicopter ride?’ said Johnny, unlocking the door.
Ghost looked past him, scanning the other doors, frowning, like he was scouting for trouble. He was all in black (when was he not?) and still wearing the mask he favoured in combat, eyes ringed black. Johnny wondered if he’d even showered.
Johnny put a shoulder to the stiff door and they finally entered. There was an awkward moment faffing about with shoes and bags and coat hooks.
‘Do you want a drink?’ asked Johnny.
‘Only want you,’ said Ghost, pulling off his mask without being asked, and starting to yank off what Johnny was wearing.
Five minutes later he was fucking him up against his bedroom wall.
‘You’re gonna do my back in again,’ panted Johnny, feeling his spine grinding against the floral wallpaper that he kept meaning to change.
Ghost only fucked him harder, breath panting, groaning with every hard thrust. He kissed him like he wanted to devour him. Johnny dug his teeth into his earlobe, finally managing to get his attention for half a second.
Ghost slammed him down onto the bed, all his substantial weight on top of him, and there came a sharp crack that made them both freeze. For a moment Johnny thought he had actually broken his back, but he felt fine. He realised it was the bed when he fell into a dip that hadn’t been there before.
‘The floor then,’ he said, looking up at Ghost.
Several minutes later, both wet, and sticky and spent, Ghost rolled off him. Johnny looked at the bed. The bed frame was cracked in two.
‘Shit,’ he said. ‘You giant eejit, you broke the bed!’
Ghost shrugged. He seemed unbothered. He got up, heading into the bathroom. Johnny heard the tap running. He rose and followed him.
‘Any ideas?’ he said, watching Ghost standing at the sink and sloshing water on himself. ‘Just have a fucking shower. You’re getting water all over the floor.’
‘Affirmative sergeant,’ said Ghost, now rubbing at the black paint on his face. It wasn’t budging.
‘I have wipes,’ said Johnny, ducking past him to dig in the cabinet and earning a slap on the arse. ‘Oi.’
‘Why do you have makeup wipes?’ asked Ghost, turning the packet over in his hand.
‘Sometimes my sister comes to stay,’ replied Johnny. ‘She left a few things.’
‘That explains the tampons,’ said Ghost leaning into the mirror. ‘Where’s your phone?’
‘Why?’ said Johnny, leaning against the doorframe, taking his time to admire the slabs of muscle moving beneath his scarred skin, the red-gold hair he was dusted with.
‘Because I want to check what time Ikea closes,’ said Ghost, all but an artful smudge of black removed from his eyes. Johnny was sure he’d done it on purpose.
‘Ikea?’ said Johnny.
Ghost looked around the room with a look of exaggerated surprise.
‘Is there a fucking echo in here? Yeah. Ikea, Johnny. We’re gonna get you a new bed.’ He leaned in, smirking. ‘My treat.’
Of course Johnny knew in theory that Ghost had a life outside of the 141. That he likely went out and existed in the world, and visited cafes and shopping centres and perhaps even museums, but the idea of actually going out with him felt like a fairy tale. He watched him dress, he’d seen him once before in civvies, but he’d been half cut, and it felt new and exciting watching the man zip himself into black jeans and a black sweatshirt.
‘Is black your favourite colour?’ Johnny found himself asking, realising he should probably get dressed too, and stop gawping.
‘Nah,’ said Ghost. ‘Red is.’
Suddenly Johnny felt like a teenage girl. He wanted to ask Ghost every tiny insignificant question he’d ever had. What did his tattoos mean? What was his star sign? What football team did he support?
‘What?’ said Ghost, eyeing him, and Johnny realising he was still staring.
‘Nah nothing,’ said Johnny, getting up and digging through his dresser for clean clothes.
Ghost moved behind him, wrapping his arms around him. He watched avidly as Johnny pulled out boxers, jeans and a plain grey t-shirt.
‘I can’t get dressed if you’re wrapped around me like a fucking boa constrictor,’ he said, wriggling.
Ghost chuckled, but let go. He sat on the bed, making it groan ominously.
‘You look nice,’ he said.
‘Gonna ask me to be your boyfriend?’ said Johnny, smirking, and winked at him.
‘Going to ask you to marry me you do that again,’ said Ghost.
He was suddenly on his knees, unzipping the jeans that Johnny had just done up.
‘What the fuck did you just say?’ said Johnny, looking down at him. He tried to move away but Ghost held him in place. ‘We need to leave.’
‘It’s okay it doesn’t shut til 10,’ said Ghost, grinning.
‘Didn’t take you for the boy racer type’ said Ghost, looking over his old Volkswagen golf.
‘Nah but I bought it off one,’ replied Johnny.
‘Can I drive?’ asked Ghost, leaning over the roof of the car. He was, for the first time ever, wearing a black facemask instead of his skull faced mask.
Johnny wasn’t sure he could get over seeing all that gold hair in daylight. He looked like a fucking angel.
‘Fuck no,’ said Johnny. ‘I know what your driving is like.’
‘Can we stop at McDonalds?’ said Ghost, ducking his head and wedging himself in the car.
Johnny was reminded how stupidly tall he was.
‘Yeah, sure,’ he said.
‘That’s nice,’ said Ghost, stopping as soon as they were through the Ikea doors and making a woman with a trolly crash into him.
He didn’t even flinch. Johnny turned to see what he was looking at. It was a pink velvet sofa.
‘We’re here for a bed,’ he said. ‘Nothing else.’
‘And meatballs,’ said Ghost.
‘You just ate,’ said Johnny.
‘So?’ said Ghost. ‘That’s nice too.’ He had picked up a plant and turned it over, looking for the price.
Johnny snatched it from him and put it back.
‘Stop touching everything.’
‘Make me,’ said Ghost, a pout in his voice.
Johnny ignored him, heading for the escalator, and after a beat Ghost sloped after him.
They queued up to get meatballs, Ghost standing like he was on parade, a good head taller than everyone else. He ordered two plates.
‘I told you I’m not hungry,’ said Johnny, watching him.
‘I am,’ said Ghost. ‘I burnt a lot of calories earlier.’
They sat at a table next to a couple with two young children. The children kept looking over. Their eyes widened as Ghost calmly removed his mask and started to shovel meatballs into his mouth.
‘Enjoying yourself are you?’ said Johnny.
‘Fuck yeah,’ said Ghost between mouthfuls. ‘Do you know how much protein is in a meatball?’
‘You’re a fucking meatball,’ said Johnny, which made Ghost start to laugh.
Johnny glanced over to the other table and saw not only were the children staring, but their parents too. He frowned.
‘Does it bother you?’ he ventured as Ghost pulled his second plate towards him.
‘Does what bother me?’ said Ghost, spooning peas.
‘People staring.’
Ghost shrugged.
‘Can’t help being this pretty. It attracts attention.’ He grinned.
In the harsh overhead lights Johnny could see every one of his scars. The one that made his mouth slightly lopsided when he smiled, the split in his lips, the slash across one cheek. He wanted to lean in and kiss each one but he didn’t think Ghost would appreciate it. Not until he finished his meatballs anyway.
‘Can’t believe we’ve gotta walk around the whole store just to get to the beds,’ sighed Johnny.
He looked around and realised he was talking to himself. Ghost had disappeared. He spent a solid five minutes looking for him and finally found him sitting in one of the living room displays, reclining in a green chair.
‘You should get this,’ said Ghost. ‘It’s well nice.’
‘We’re just here for a bed,’ said Johnny.
‘I’ll buy it for you.’ Ghost offered.
‘It won’t fit in the flat,’ Johnny pointed out, reasonably, he thought.
‘It will if you chuck out that old one.’ Ghost got up and walked over to the glass fronted cabinet. ‘What about this?’
‘Why don’t you buy it for your place?’ said Johnny.
‘Don’t have one,’ said Ghost, shrugging.
‘Really?’ said Johnny, surprised. ‘Where d’ya spend leave then? Your parents place?’
‘Don’t have parents,’ said Ghost. ‘Never took leave before I met you.’
While Johnny was processing this he walked off.
For such a large man he was incredibly good at disappearing. Johnny didn’t find him again until the kitchen section. Ghost was standing in a fake kitchen, smoothing a hand over a wood worktop.
‘I like this,’ he said, turning and grinning at Johnny, his eyes crinkling at the edges. ‘Nice craftsmanship.’
‘Sorry,’ said Johnny.
‘What for?’
‘Didn’t mean ta’ pry,’ he said.
Ghost shrugged. He was still looking at the worktop.
‘Pry all you like, I’m an open book. Come in.’ He grabbed for him and yanked him into the display kitchen. ‘I could do up your kitchen for you. Replace all those shitty cabinets.’
‘What’s it gonna cost me?’ said Johnny.
‘Hand job and a cuppa should do it,’ said Ghost, so loudly that a passing woman tutted. ‘Half price for her.’
Johnny opened and shut the cabinets.
‘I could do with decorating,’ he mused. ‘Never could be bothered before, I’m hardly there.’ He watched Ghost out the corner of his eye. ‘You know, uh, if you don’t have your own place you’re welcome to stay at mine.’ He cleared his throat. ‘I could get you a key cut.’
Ghost leaned against the counter.
‘You asking me to move in?’ he said, head cocked to one side.
‘Well not if you’re gonna smash more furniture but, ah, I guess. Sort of.’ His voice had dropped to a mumble.
‘I wouldn’t want to impose,’ said Ghost.
‘You wouldn’t be,’ said Johnny, looking up and managing to meet his eyes.
Ghost glanced behind him to see if anyone was watching then he pulled off his mask. He leaned in and gently kissed him.
‘Don’t think this means we’re getting that horrible sofa though,’ said Johnny warningly.
‘I am heartbroken,’ said Ghost following him out of the kitchen display.
‘This one’s nice,’ said Johnny, sitting down and bouncing. He reached for the price tag, reading the label. ‘It’s called a Slattum, write that down.’
‘I love a good Slattum,’ said Ghost, sitting down next to him. ‘Lie down.’
‘We’re in public,’ hissed Johnny.
‘I’m not gonna fuck you, Johnny, I need to see if we both fit.’
Glaring at him Johnny slowly lay down. Ghost lay next to him.
‘Not bad,’ he said, then he rolled over so he was on top of him, laughing at his expression.
‘Get off,’ said Johnny.
Ghost bounced a couple of times, the bed shaking. Then he sat up. Johnny caught the eye of a horrified looking elderly couple and quickly got off the bed.
‘I don’t think it’s sturdy enough,’ said Ghost, eyeing the bed with distaste. He cast an eye over the rows of beds before striding off. ‘What about this one?’
‘Brimnes,’ read Johnny, reaching for the label. ‘Didn’t we go there once? The base in Norway?’
‘Fucking hell I hated that place. Nearly froze my bloody bollucks off,’ said Ghost. ‘Still, beds nice. Look it’s got underbed storage. You can stash all your dildos underneath.’
‘I don’t have fucking dildos,’ protested Johnny.
‘Well now I know what to get you for your birthday,’ replied Ghost.
They walked past the rest of the beds and through the children’s section. Ghost paused at a large display of soft toys. He selected a large shark, tucking it under his arm.
‘Are you buying that?’ said Johnny.
‘Yep,’ said Ghost.
‘Can I get one too?’ said Johnny.
They found the parts for the bed and the mattress without much trouble and then queued up to pay. When Johnny pulled his card out he stopped him.
‘I told you, it’s on me,’ said Ghost. He looked over at the kiosk at the end. ‘You can buy me a hot dog.’
‘How the fuck are you still hungry?’ said Johnny, baffled.
Johnny sat on the sofa with both of the sharks and listened to Ghost swearing in the other room. He wandered back in.
‘Are you sure you don’t want my help?’ he said.
‘I told you; I broke it so I’ll fix it,’ said Ghost.
‘It’s just complicated feats of engineering are more my speed,’ said Johnny.
‘It’s a fucking bed frame, Johnny, how hard can it be?’ said Ghost. He picked up the plastic bag of screws and then swore as they scattered everywhere. ‘Why is this so difficult?’
‘Look,’ said Johnny holding up the instruction booklet. ‘There’s two little guys on here. That means you need two people. It’s no’ a solo mission.’
‘Fine,’ said Ghost, sulkily.
Johnny ruffled his hair, the way he’d been wanting to do all day. Ghost groaned, leaning into his hand.
‘Make me a cuppa,’ he said.
‘Sure?’ said Johnny. ‘Don’t want me to carry on doing this?’
Ghost bumped his head against his leg.
‘Make the tea quickly, and then carry on doing that.’
Johnny came back with tea to find that despite his protests Ghost had put most of the bed frame together.
‘That was fast work,’ he remarked, setting the cups down on the chest of drawers.
‘Once I stopped looking at the instructions I realised it was just like putting a gun together,’ said Ghost, leaning over the headboard. ‘Pass me that screwdriver.’
Johnny did, and slapped his arse at the same time.
‘Ow,’ said Ghost. ‘That hurt.’
‘You’re a big boy,’ said Johnny. ‘You can take it.’ He eyed the man’s broad back. ‘How long are you gonna be?’
‘Be quicker if you helped,’ said Ghost, tongue showing between his teeth as he screwed in the next nail.
‘You just said you didn’t want help!’
Ghost moved so he was sitting cross legged.
‘Alright, keep your hair on.’ He glanced up. ‘Stupid mohawk and all.’
Johnny leaned down and grabbed a hank of brassy hair, yanking Ghost’s head back.
‘Take that back,’ he said.
‘Nah,’ said Ghost. ‘Face facts, Johnny. Your hair is stupid.’
Johnny gave his hair another hard tug and Ghost shifted, his knuckles showing white where they were wrapped around the screwdriver.
Still holding onto his hair Johnny stepped between his legs, and fumbled with his belt.
‘I think you should apologise,’ he said.
Ghost looked up at him.
‘Bet you fucking do, you twat,’ he murmured.
‘Ghost,’ said Johnny. ‘That’s no’ very fucking nice.’
‘Simon,’ Ghost reminded him. ‘I’m not a ghost in here. Simon’s fine.’
Johnny grinned.
‘Yeah you are fucking fine, you big bastard,’ he said, hand dipping into his jeans, feeling himself swelling under his touch. He eased his cock out, feeling soft skin digging into his fly but not caring.
‘You got a licence for that weapon?’ said Ghost. He was so tall that even sitting cross legged his mouth was in line with his groin.
‘I-‘ began Johnny and then groaned as his cock was swallowed in a hot, wet mouth.
Ghost swallowed him from root to tip, his cock sliding down his throat, his nose pressed against his stomach. He dropped the screwdriver, hands coming up to squeeze Johnny’s arse. He yanked his jeans down, and then pulled back to pull Johnny’s cock free of his boxers, lips shining wet. He looked up at him and Johnny’s knees almost buckled. Seeing this powerful man on his knees for him almost made him come on the spot. Ghost laced a hand around the base of his cock, touch so firm it was almost painful. He leaned in, kissing the head of his cock, tongue stroking along the underside. Johnny gasped, feeling little jolts of pleasure every time his lips met his skin. Even though they’d fucked twice earlier, or perhaps because of, everything felt extra sensitive, his cock pulsing with need.
He gently pulled Ghost off him with a lewd pop, saliva sliding down the other man’s chin. He stroked his hands through his hair and then jerked his head back, so hard the cords of his throat showed. Ghost gulped.
‘Get on top of me,’ said Johnny in a low voice.
Ghost wrapped his arms around his waist and tackled him to the floor. He shed clothes, flinging them halfway across the room, and then covered Johnny’s body with his own, skin to skin, grinding his back into the carpet. His hands travelled down his body, cupping, squeezing, Johnny pushing back into his touch. He was still wet, and slightly swollen from earlier and Ghost worked him open with ease, fingers sliding inside him, making him shiver. Two fingers knuckle deep his thumb dragged gently over his balls. His other arm slid under Johnny’s head, pillowing him on a hefty bicep, bringing his face up so he could kiss him.
Ghost pulled out, and rolled on top of him, between his legs. He pressed his cock up against him. He kissed him again as he drove into him. There was no gentleness, no hesitation, just a powerful thrust of hips that sent Johnny gasping into his mouth, hands grasping uselessly at the floor. He started to fuck him, hips snapping against him, cock stretching him open. Johnny could feel his skin burning against the carpet. All the more reason to replace it. Ghost keep his weight pinned on top of him, his chest half crushing him, his mouth pressed against him. He moved back ever so slightly, adjusting his angle, and Johnny moaned as he hammered into him, no longer feeling the pain in his back, only the man filling him. He opened his eyes, looking at Ghost from under lowered eyelashes, and saw him staring back at him, eyes dark with lust.
Johnny reached up and threaded his fingers in his hair, tugging at the strands. His other hand drifted down their combined bodies, gripping Ghost’s arse, feeling his muscles flex as he pumped in and out. Ghost abruptly pulled out, making Johnny make a noise of protest and reach for him. Ghost grabbed his hips and flipped him, turning him onto hands and knees. He plunged back inside and Johnny shuddered at the change of angle, feeling him hit every spot at once. Fuck he was going to-
‘Fuck, Simon,’ he moaned and Ghost buried his face between his shoulder blades, fingernails digging into his flanks as he came with a strangled moan. A sound that Johnny had never heard him make before. He felt Ghost tremble inside him but continue to thrust, determined to fuck Johnny to completion. He felt his nerves being plucked with every quivering thrust, and then pleasure crashed over him as an orgasm was wrung from him, cock pulsing and spurting all over the carpet before he could catch it. The sound he made was obscene, and his legs almost gave out as Ghost slumped over him. He flopped onto his side, Ghost falling with him, like a felled tree.
‘Your back is all red,’ murmured Ghost from behind him, moving just enough to pull out and no more.
Johnny felt a dribble of hot cum escape down his thigh. He turned and thumped him.
‘What’s the point of going all the way to Ikea if we don’t even shag on the bed?’
Ghost wrapped an arm around him, burying his nose in the nape of his neck. Johnny could feel his stubble scraping against his skin.
‘Give me a minute and we can,’ he said.
Johnny raised himself up on one elbow.
‘Are you falling asleep? Don’t fall asleep in the middle of the floor. We still have to-‘
The soft snore told him all he needed to know. Johnny sighed, and lay back down.