CoD - What he wants

What he wants - Soap/Ghost

He hated getting drunk more than anything else. Even pain he could stand better.

He disliked the feeling of having forgotten something important, the black hole the alcohol left in his memories. He always did something equally embarrassing and unusual when he was totally drunk, that much he knew. After all, his team was always more than willing to tell him everything.

This time though he didn't need anyone because he could remember every detail of the shit he had done.

One of the evidences of the completely fucked up night still lay besides him. Or well, under him, to be accurate. Because he woke up sprawled over a completely unconscious Soap right underneath him, legs entangled – and he knew they had slept that way already – and Soap's arm almost crushing his chest with the grip he had on Ghost.

At least he still wore more or less all of the casual clothes he had appeared at the party with. Definitely a really good sign, so he only took a deep breath and relaxed against the body he was using as a pillow.

Nothing spoke against it, because they were alone in Soap's room and Soap himself completely out of it.

"You plan on moving anytime soon, Ghost?" a deep voice rumbled in his ear, Ghost's whole body tensing up. Well, shit, at least he'd been out of it until now.

"S-sorry, sir!" he stuttered, getting up on his knees, now looking down at his Lieutenant.

For a long moment he's sure that his time with the Force will end after a few days and a little party with the others and he would be sent back to his family, his goddamn father beating him and his brother doing drugs. That he'd gone through the whole torture of becoming part of the Force for fucking nothing.

"You ok?" Soap asks, voice and expression full of concern for the younger one. Well, too young one, actually, because without his abilities in – Soap inwardly shivered at that thought, like every other time – torture and interrogation, he wouldn't have come so far, being Sergeant of their team right after finishing training.

Ghost swallows, nodding slightly, but in reality, no, he feels fucking sick.

Soap apparently had seen it, pulling him down a bit so they were lying next to each other. Their legs still were entangled but none of them said anything about it.

"Shouldn't have let the other's talk you into it, you know... I already knew you didn't like that stuff when Whiskey asked you about joining..."

Ghost only nodded, looking at the blanket draped over them, fighting the urge to crawl closer and curl up next to Soap. Now he only wound one shivering arm around Soap's waist beneath the blanket, feeling Soap tense up next to him.

He was relieved when Soap relaxed again without pushing him away, just sighing heavily. Then there were fingers – scarred ones, like his own – in his hair, stroking it. Never had anyone touch him that way, especially no man, Riley remembered.

"I'm almost sorry about Phoenix' last question, Ghost... You remember that much?" Soap suddenly asked, pulling the younger one out of his half-asleep state. He nodded against him, not wanting to say a word but forced to if he didn't want the silence to go on the next half hour – if he even was allowed to stay as long.

"You mean the one... if I've ever been with someone..." he muttered, holding the flush back as much as he could. Because it really was embarrassing to arrive at Task Force being a virgin.

"Exactly... Damn Phoenix..." Soap sighed, hand suddenly gripping a little harsher at some of Ghost's strands. The younger looked up, seeing Soap's eyes averted, fixating some point of his room as far away from Ghost as possible. He was biting his lower lip.

"Uhm... sir, what-?"

"Stop calling me sir, will you? Makes me fell... even worse..." Soap hissed, still not looking at Ghost who now crawled closer. If he'd have to guess, he'd think that Soap actually didn't want him to know that Soap...

Ghost took a deep breath, and, without even finishing the thought, leaned down to kiss him Soap on the lips. Only a peck, actually, but he still had Soap's attention in a second, wide eyes and slack mouth he was staring up at him. Ghost grinned, not a little smug at the triumph.

"Tsk... damn brat..." the Scot voiced – but Ghost could see the smirk gracing his lips. Then they were on his, dry and chapped. And Riley was kissing him back hesitantly. Kissing itself was still odd for him, not something he had done very often yet, but it got even stranger, the whole mix of emotions, when he was suddenly straddling Soap, the Lieutenant propped up on his elbows and smirking into the kiss.

By the time Soap's fingers were slipping underneath Ghost's shirt, the latter was already trembling under his hands, eyes tightly closed, breath stuttering and heart pounding. Soap drew back and laughed, a deeply rumbling sound, when Ghost's lips chased his.

The Sergeant slowly opened his eyes, the blue in them apparently darker, glazed over with what Soap recognized as lust. "Why..." his voice broke and he started again, "Why did you stop?" His voice was rasping, completely breathless still.

"Getting carried away by a kiss, Riley?" Soap teased, for once calling him by his real name instead of the one he had gotten in the Force. The reaction was the one he had been waiting for. A violent shiver raked Riley's body, lips slightly parting to let out a whimper.

The boy was cute, for a lack of better words. What he didn't have when it came to experience, he made up with eagerness and recklessness. And by the way he didn't flinch away from the curious hands but instead even pushed back against them, Soap could tell that he was ready for more than simply kissing.

Still, he asked, only receiving the awaited nod. This time the smaller man pounced at him, pressing him into the mattress while messily kissing him.

Just when Soap was about to pull off the other's shirt there was a knock on the door, interrupting them, causing both to freeze completely.

"Lieutenant? Training starts in an hour. You've seen Sergeant Riley somewhere?" Phoenix' voice caused Soap to groan, making Riley snigger, not loud enough to be heard through the thick wooden door.

"Yes, I've seen him... He's..." Soap stopped, thinking for a moment on what to tell the other. He couldn't say that Ghost would most likely be in his room, because it was only a few doors away from his. And outside wouldn't be very believable either, after all the drinking... He looked at Riley, hoping to get a good answer from him.

"I'm here, sir... Think I had too much yesterday... Didn't even remember where I had my keys..." Riley threw in, loud enough for Phoenix to hear. He even was clever enough to groan a little, making the one outside think that he was suffering from a pretty bad hangover – which wouldn't have been surprising if he really had had as much as the others.

"Really? Just make sure that you aren't late!" Phoenix called in before his steps were fading.

Ghost grinned down at Soap, who had been staring at him since he made his presence known. Well, part of it anyway – but Phoenix didn't need to know that he was straddling his Lieutenant...

"Well, we should really head to the showers, shouldn't we?" Soap inquired after a few more kisses, each of them less innocent than the last. Ghost's face was flushed again, lips red. Still he nodded, getting up awkwardly. Soap didn't even have to look to know what his problem was.

The younger one threw on the jacket that was lying on the floor – first the wrong one, namely Soap's, before finding his own near the door. Soap only chuckled, undressing him with looks as he leaned down to tie up his boots. Great view. He cleared his throat, feeling heat rising in his body.

Before Ghost could reach out to the door, face still flushed, he was pinned against the door, Soap pressed against his chest, kissing him hard. Ghost had to tilt his head back a little, finding himself in an uncomfortable position, even standing on his toes, but unable to care in the least.

"You know it's obvious what we've been doing, right?" he muttered against the other's lips, grinning at the prospect of everyone knowing that Riley was his.

The smaller man only nodded, smug grin on his face.

"Well, they'll think you've fucked me into the mattress too, right?"

Soap was shocked to hear those words coming from the Sergeant's lips, thinking of how shy he had behaved at first. But he wouldn't complain – he liked Ghost's cocky attitude more than his defenseless one.

Lost in his thought he noticed too late that Ghost had pushed open the door, leaving the room behind and the door wide open.

The stare he got from Sorrow standing in the door of his room on the other side of the hallway was enough to make him snap out of his trance.

He growled when he notice Sorrow staring after Ghost. At once, the other Sergeant had vanished in his room, expression of panic on his face. Soap laughed while walking down the hallway.

He'd have to thank Whiskey for the idea of throwing a party. Without that asshole he would have never gotten what he wanted.