A/N: Yes, I know, it's been a whole month of hiatus. Exams, people. The hiatus saved my grades xD So, this is an incomplete work that I may or may not complete one day. It was written based on a prompt on the ghostskinkmeme journal, link is on my profile.
This (though incomplete) one-shot is for DeadpoolLovesTacos. Thanks for all the reviews and supports, I don't think I can ever thank you enough.
Full prompt:
' Merrick/Keegan- Innocent
For all that Keegan is a badass like the rest of the Ghosts, he's stupidly innocent about sexual matters. He keeps doing thing that turn Merrick on, and he doesn't even know it. Merrick is struggling because God damn, Keegan! Everything would be okay if Rorke and Elias would stop being massive dicks.
Or: Keegan's unintentionally getting Merrick's blood flowing in all the wrong ways, Merrick just wants to tap that, and Rorke and Elias are trolls of the highest calibre.
+ If Keegan ends up being really good in bed, even if he's totally oblivious.
++ If Rorke and Elias make innuendos all over the place, because seeing Merrick turn purple is funny as hell.
+++ If Merrick finally does get to tap that. '
So, I guess that prompt should be enough warning- Don't like M/M slash, then don't read.
It was really quiet in the room they were in. The Ghosts had just returned from a mission, had just been informed they were given the week off, and right now were catching their breaths in the living/dining room of their safehouse.
Rorke and Elias were both on the three-seater sofa, with Rorke half-lying half-sitting, one hand and leg dangling off the side, and the other hand over his stomach, head resting against the arm of the chair, and the other leg propped up against the sofa, prodding Elias' thigh.
Elias was annoyed by the feel of Rorke's boots against his legs, especially with how he was taking up most of the sofa instead of sitting properly, like what he himself was doing. He thought of pushing his captain's leg off and grunting, but he didn't, knowing Rorke would probably punish him later tonight if he did…that, and he was comfortable with the silence. He didn't want an argument, or Rorke's stupid smirk and knowing eyes throwing suggestive looks at him.
Merrick was standing nearby at a small table, throwing a quick glance at Keegan, who was busy fumbling with a container which had food. Not thinking much of it, Merrick's hand reached up to his face to pull his mask down and get it off, but then a small clinking sound broke the silence as a metal fork slipped from Keegan's hand down to the marble floor.
Naturally, everyone turned. Elias looked over his shoulder, Rorke lifted his head a bit and Merrick glanced at Keegan again. The youngest of the Ghosts stared at the fork for a few seconds, the metal glinting underneath the light, before bending to pick it up.
Merrick couldn't help but stare. Fuck, Keegan's ass looked so firm. So tight. Especially with how those pants hugged his legs, stretched up a bit as he leaned down, exposing fair, strained ankles that Merrick couldn't wait to grab and throw over his shoulders, how the dark fabric pressed tight against Keegan's round rear that, for some reason, looked so much more tempting than any woman's ass. He wondered for a split second why Keegan would go straight for the food instead of changing out of his dirt, sweat and probably blood stained clothes that he had wore during the mission. Was he really that hungry?
Well, didn't matter, because Merrick was pretty hungry, too. But not for the food.
Rorke noticed where Merrick was looking, couldn't help but smirk and sit up to nudge Elias. Elias watched for a while, then smirked, even chuckled darkly. Lieutenant and Captain glanced at each other, exhanged a mental message only they can share.
"Keegan, isn't that pretty tight?" Elias suddenly called out, reducing his stupid smirk into a very small one.
Merrick swallowed. Keegan raised a dark brow. It was rare to see the young sniper confused, but it was also pretty cute. "What's tight?" Keegan asked, his voice low and throaty as ever. Fuck, it wasn't fair that someone so young should have such a sexy voice.
'Your ass, I'm sure,' Merrick suddenly thought, then felt like slapping himself for thinking that. Warmth prickled at his cheeks and he was relieved his mask was still on.
"The container. Not easy to get that one open." Rorke replied, the edge of his lips curling upwards. "Lemme guess, the fork flew out when you were trying to open it?"
"Yeah, that's right," Keegan nodded, glancing at the container.
"Trust me, Keegan, that thing's so damn tight, it'll take more than a finger or two to get it wide and open," Elias grinned a bit, couldn't help it because the look on Merrick's face was priceless, he could imagine it beneath that half-mask of his. The noise Rorke made to choke back laughter at Elias' clever choice of words was inhuman, fell back into the cushions and suppressed his growing laughter.
"Huh," Keegan frowned at the container. "I've never used that one before. My first time, really."
Merrick felt as though the air was knocked out of him. Keegan's words were so innocent, yet so dirty in all the right ways it just got Merrick's blood rushing south. He noticed, amid his inappropriate thoughts, that Rorke was sniggering against the soda and Elias was grinning like an idiot.
"Yeah, that one would put up a bit of fight, you know," Elias' cheeks were starting to hurt. "Four fingers, a bit of force, and that tight bitch should open up nice and good, pretty sure it'll pop off with a loud sound."
Merrick coughed abruptly, the thought of Keegan moaning was unbearable, to imagine the sniper coming in Merrick's right hand as his other hand worked into Keegan's tight little—
Rorke couldn't hold it in anymore, and threw his head back, laughing wildly.
Keegan just looked confused, mainly with his two superiors' strange behaviours, and why Merrick's entire face was red, though the only part of his face visible were his eyes and bridge of his nose.
Seeing Elias chuckle and Rorke dying of laughter made all the dirty thoughts go away; totally killed his slowly growing hard-on when Merrick realized Elias and Rorke said that all on purpose. To see his reactions.
Merrick grunted, glared at them briefly, and trudged out of the room.
Merrick was playing with his dinner, idly poking at peas. Elias was chewing on a sandwich right next to him. A few minutes later, Keegan and Rorke walked into the kitchen from both entrances at the same time—wasn't interntional, purely coincidental—as Rorke poured himself a glass of water whereas Keegan headed for the fruits basket.
The sniper was sweating, had on his body a tank top, tracksuit and sports shoes, a small towel over his shoulder, a sheen of sweat over his pale skin that made him glisten slightly underneath the fluorescent lights. Merrick was transfixed as Keegan turned to wash the apple under the water of the sink. He noted the trickle of sweat rolling down the other's neck, the sweat-stained back, the visible blue-green veins stretching up his arms.
Rorke offered to pour a glass of water for Keegan.
"You've been on the treadmill, I see," Rorke commented casually, handing the younger sniper a glass. "Can't go a day without exercise, Keegan?"
Keegan murmured thanks, drank a bit too greedily. Drops of water rolled down his chin, his adam's apple bobbed up and down, and oh how Merrick could see the blood pumping in Keegan's veins on his neck as a result from the adrenaline of exercise. Eyes locked on the sight of Keegan's parched lips on the clear glass. Imagined what it would be like to have that mouth around his—
Merrick blushed, ashamed he let his thoughts wander that far. His eyes dropped to his plate.
"Yeah, had to get moving," Keegan replied to his captain. "Couldn't sit still. I could on missions, though, during the scouting. But it drives me crazy to just sit around not doing anything."
"Oh?" Rorke pretended to be interested, but really was just interested in seeing Merrick turn red. "Where do you focus at?"
"Abdomen, arms, legs, knees," Keegan shrugged, sinking his teeth into the bright red apple. Merrick winced a bit at the healthy crunching sound as a part of the fruit broke off into Keegan's mouth. "Pretty much everything. Anything to increase stamina."
"Stamina?" Elias quirked a brow. Not questioningly, though. He was amused, even glanced at Merrick from the corner of his eyes.
"Mmhm," Keegan murmured. Merrick made a bad decision to look up. He saw Keegan's square jaw move as he crushed the fruit between his teeth. Saw Keegan lick the juice trickling down his wrist, the juice seeping from the half-eaten apple. The long, pink tongue. Languid, and warm. Merrick swallowed hard, but quietly.
"Why stamina? I'd work on my strength," Elias remarked.
"I'm all about speed," Rorke smirked, glancing at Elias, indulging in the sight as the Lieutenant blushed ever so slightly. Oh, Rorke was fast, alright. Elias knew this more than anyone.
"I don't know," Keegan shrugged. The roll of his shoulders. The rotation of his shoulder blades. Merrick wanted to feel the hard muscles concealed under pale skin against his palms. "I just like the idea of holding out. Keeping up without losing my breath easily."
Elias chortled, Rorke snorted in what would have been a chuckle, but suppressed at the last second.
"Nice," was all Elias managed to say, lips still parted into a small grin. "Of course, no matter how hard you try, there are some fields in life where your stamina really just abandons you…"
Merrick's face was completely flushed, thoughts consumed on how long Keegan would be able to 'hold out' and 'keep up' without 'losing his breath'…in bed. He wouldn't last long, Merrick should see to that.
Should. Why did he use that word? Keegan was just a fantasy, a dream. He'd never be interested in…whatever Merrick wanted.
Rorke smirked. "Damn right, Elias. Don't be too hard on yourself, Keegan—at some point one of these 'fields' will have you on the floor panting, tired and dripping."
Dripping? Merrick's face was burning. What the fuck, Rorke?!
Elias choked on his sandwich, it was a bad idea to laugh just as he was swallowing his food. Keegan stared at his captain strangely. "Dripping…blood, sir?"
Rorke grinned. "…yeah. You can put it that way. Or sweating."
Merrick gulped, it was rather cute how the sniper made all the inappropriate thoughts innocent without even trying. Goddamn, Keegan! He was so casual. So innocent.
So inappropriately arousing.
The sink at the kitchen was suddenly broken, there was water spraying everywhere and the only way to stop it was to block the water out with your hands. Of course, there were no conveniences, no way to call a plumber, not for the Ghosts ("Besides," Rorke said, "What the fuck do you think the plumber would think if a team of expert killers like us couldn't fix the motherfucking pipe?"), so a soaking wet Elias, who had the misfortune to be the first to find out about the sink's problem, went and retrieved the toolbox to start getting to work.
For some reason the rest of them piled into the kitchen, probably because there really was nothing else to do than watch Elias fix the sink. Rorke enjoyed watching his lieutenant bend over, crouch down and stretch up, but didn't indulge in the view too much, since he did notice Merrick and Keegan seated next to each other by the counter.
"Hey, Merrick?"
Merrick's skin crawled with how his raspy that voice was, how low it was as though Keegan didn't want the other two to hear, how unbearably sexy it sounded, how it hit his ears and went straight to his groin. Shit! He couldn't go two minutes without getting aroused by Keegan.
"What?" Merrick replied, voice equally low, mainly because he had to control the exhilaration from being audible in his voice.
"Are you okay?" Keegan asked, his face as stolid as ever, but his lips tugged into a small, slight, worried frown.
"Okay?" You've been incredibly irresistable these past few days, not a night goes without a dream about you, and I am going crazy. "What do you mean?"
"You've been really tense lately," Keegan uttered quietly, carefully. Funny, how Merrick felt himself tense just as Keegan said that word. "You've been…avoiding me. Why?"
Because I might lose control if I get too close. "Avoiding you? I haven't been avoiding you."
"You have," Keegan narrowed his eyes, the concern starting to show in his steel eyes. "If there's anything wrong, you can talk to me, if you want."
Oh, Merrick wanted. He so very, badly, wanted.
Rorke was slightly irritated that they spoke softly, to the point he can only make out their conversation from the movements of their mouths, but even then he got lost. Bored, he looked over lazily at Elias. "Are you going to tap that or what?"
Their conversation stopped, Rorke's loud, confident voice filling the atmosphere for a while, and for some reason Merrick felt as though the question was directed to him. What was he thinking, of course that question was for him. But Rorke was looking at Elias.
Merrick glanced at Keegan from the corner of his eyes. Yes, he'd tap that, one day.
"What?" Elias looked at Rorke questioningly, unable to comprehend, but he saw that knowing smirk verging on a grin, and then threw a quick glance to the other two.
"Oops, sorry, something went wrong with my sentence there," Rorke said sheepishly. "Are you done with that tap?"
Damn, that still sounded wrong.
"He isn't even working on a tap," Keegan pointed out, referring to the fact Elias was handling a pipe, and for some reason both of his superiors laughed softly.
"Nope, I got to make sure it stops squirting and leaking," Elias turned back to the sink, hoped his sly smile was hidden from view. Rorke shook his head and chuckled, mainly because Merrick's face was finally starting to change colour. It didn't help that Keegan was right next to him, either.
A/N: Okay! So that's it, for now. If I ever do complete it. My writing skills still alright? It's been a while since I've written anything so, yeah.
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