Author's note: Things get very sexually explicit in this chapter. Just a heads up. Also, more flashbacks and feelings?
The first thing Price feels when he wakes is warmth. A familiar, radiating warmth that sinks much deeper than into the skin, but more into the soul, into the heart. His arms are still tightly wrapped around Soap's torso, as if they didn't move an inch. The hairs on the back of the man's mohawk tickle at his nose, causing it to scrunch up a bit, but he doesn't dare to move away. If anything, he leans in closer, burying his face in it.
The quiet of the morning, well what he's pretty sure is morning, is filled with the sounds of Soap's breathing, a soft snore, nothing obnoxious or blaring, but a gentle vibration he can feel going through his body and onto his own skin. Price can't help but feel the absurd amount of comfort here, with his arms around Soap, the younger man's back pressed against his chest, a pleasant pressure pushed back on him down lower. He's sure that his arm under Soap has long since fell asleep, momentarily he dreads the impending doom of the pins and needles sensation, but once again, doesn't move, can't even consider it.
It's the moments like these he cherishes most. The times when they're not soldiers, Captains, or heroes with a heavy burden of innocent lives on their shoulders. They're just two men, maybe a little in love, or maybe more in love than any words could say, laying together, getting a little peace. Who would have thought that a little peace could mean this much.
Price's hands run smoothly over Soap's stomach, resuming the previous nights touches, fingers catching in the vast amount of hair there. He trails one hand up his torso and it finds itself on a scar low on his lover's chest, feeling around the raised jagged edges. The peaceful thoughts couldn't always last.
The flashes of that day hit him. Shepherd. The knife. Stuck in so deep that he could only see the handle. The complete fear that filled him at the sight was indescribable. Its all there was. Fear..and rage, towards the man who did this to him. There wasn't much time to feel anything other than those emotions, barely any room for the first, and he certainly couldn't allow himself to feel more than that, or he knew that he'd just be signing their death certificates. Though they both knew going in that it was a serious possibility.
Most of that day was a blur, only the fear and rage remained clear, and earlier on, the nostalgia. The two of them working directly together again, never a better team. But then, the knife, always the knife. The blood that pooled under Soap, that near drenched his clothing. He remembered Soap reaching to him weakly, his eyes nearly shut, before they fell closed. That was when he crawled to him, calling his name with a pained, raw rasp of his voice, on the verge of praying that it would reach his ears and he would come back to him. His fingers instantly pressed to the man's neck, he all but cried out when he found a pulse, weak, so weak, but still there, still beating. Then, the thunderous sound of helicopter blades, Nikolai's chopper. 'The bloody bastard came for us, of course he came for us.' Price was never so glad to have an order not be followed.
The weeks that followed, when was Soap sat up in bed, in near crippling pain at times. Suchers constantly ripping and needing replacing, the need for them to be on the constant move, evading Makarov's men until Soap was fit to fight again. He remembered when Soap was sleeping next to him, still not healed, but refusing to sleep in a make-shift hospital bed all alone without him, and nearly snapping at Price, fearing the lack of contact, when he said that he could sleep in the chair beside his bed. He admittedly feared it too. So he would lay with him, in a still rather small bed, but fitting the two of them comfortably enough. They were used to pressing right up against each other anyways, only this wasn't the ideal position. Soap was stuck sleeping on his back, when he far favored his sides or stomach, but at least Price was there next to him, his own hips hitting into Soap's, their hands twined together and his arm around him.
Soap was visibly frustrated most nights, he detested being out of action, feeling useless, the edge of panic that crept over him at the sight of a knife, not being able to fight or exercise, not being able to have sex. Some nights that one almost seemed to vex him more than anything. He wanted Price to roll on top of him, grab him roughly, teeth glide across his whole body, fuck into him hard, forget even if just for a few minutes that they were in a war. But due to his injuries, it wasn't possible. The most Price could do for him was lean his head down between Soap's legs, mouth around his cock, only pulling out to lick broad stripes on the underside, Soap's groaning deep in his chest and pulling at his hat, tossing the damn thing to the side so he can see Price's face, the sight a little too hot to bear. One of Price's hands squeeze around the base, other holding Soap's hips down, trying to remind him with the hard sucks on his dick and fingers digging into his hip bones that he's still not fully healed and now isn't the time to roughly fuck himself into Price's mouth.
After he comes, he's satisfied, but guilty, thinking that the pleasure is only one sided. But Price kisses his way back up his body, carefully avoiding the bandaged area around his chest and pulls him into a kiss. Soap's hands come up to his face, thumbs stroking across his cheekbones. Price takes his own hard cock into his hands and pumps, body rubbing against Soap's side, licking at the other man's jawline, pressing firm kisses to the stubbled skin. Soap could feel his body moving into him, the desire to touch the man strong, undeniable, his own hand runs down Price's stomach and takes over. Price's body answers the action with a shudder, his name leaving the man's lips in a way he wanted to hear again, over and over. His strong hand brings Price over the edge, Soap's mouth catching every pant of breath and nearly coherent words of pleasure. They'd lay there afterwards, Price's arm around his shoulder, pulling him as close as he could manage, both not nearly comfortable enough in this position, but more than damn good enough, because they were together.
Price watched the scar on Soap's chest heal, taking its time, their nocturnal activities, mostly insinuated by Soap, were not helping the healing process much, but eventually it did heal. Now all that remained there was the scar, lighter than his skin, nearly over an inch in length, it healed looking jagged but almost subtle, betraying the truth of what a deep and ghastly wound it had been before. His fingers still ran across it, mind previously held in a dark past, but a more alluring one altered his focus causing a deep heat to settle inside him. The morning hardness was only increased by the thoughts, the touches that imprinted into his skin, he couldn't help but shift his hips faintly into Soap, feeling rather flustered.
He only ceased his movements when the events of last night rushed back to him. Soap's recurrent nightmares, the panic attack, the way he pushed him away, but the way Price brought him back to him again, reminding him that there was no battle they couldn't face together. Price wanted nothing more than to take away the dreams, the memories, erase the years of suffering and loss from both of their minds, but knew that it wasn't possible. They would always be marked by those times, but if anything, it made them closer, made them cling to each other more, not chancing the other one slipping away. There was no chance in hell anyone would ever rip Price away from Soap's side again, no way Soap's outstretched hand would meet empty air. It would always find itself covered in warmth, in the soothing hold of Price's.
Though Price could more than empathize with Soap's anxiety, the fears, it was harder to help him with the nightmares. How could he save him from something that attacked him from inside his own mind? It was a helpless feeling, knowing there was nothing he could do to prevent them, to make them go away. There was only one thing, that was to be patient, to be there for him, have his arms and ears open, use his words, remind him of his strength, remind him of his love for him that never faltered, never lessened and never would, no matter what. And mostly, to be his partner.
His arms instinctively tightened protectively around the younger man, face still buried in the soft dark hairs flecked with just the slightest amount of gray, planting a kiss on his head, hoping it would reach his wounded mind. Soap stirred a little in his hold, a deep breath was taken and released through his nose as he moved, tucking himself deeper into Price's embrace. He could see Soap's eyebrows pull down and mouth pout out subtly, the move made Price want nothing more than to kiss at his full lips, but he settled on kissing the top of his head again, lingering a bit. This time he could see Soap's mouth twitch at the sides, the ghost of a smile threatening to show upon his lips. Price relished this moment, a quiet, sleepy Soap who was far from a morning person, but the sexiest bloody person he could ever hope to lay his eyes on, let alone hold. Who needed coffee or tea to wake up to when you had a Soap MacTavish?
He knew Soap well enough to know that he was awake by now, but simply denying the act of waking /up/. He was trying to ignore the part of himself that knew that he was fully rested and instead just lay in Price's arms for the rest of the day, or forever really, either would be fine. Price's hands ran over his stomach and chest again, coaxing the younger man out of his stubborn state, he needed to see those eyes open, have the striking light blue send a shock straight to his heart, hear the deep brogue of his voice tiredly fill the morning air, sending shocks to other places, lower places.
Soap was relaxed in his arms, body and mind still in the battle of waking up or unmoving. That is until Price kissed at the back of his neck, leading to the side of it, kissing hard at the overly sensitive skin, beard leaving prickling teases on it, his skin feels like its tingling, goosebumps rise and his mouth betrays him by releasing a low moan. Price smiles against the tendons in his neck, biting lightly at them. Another unstoppable noise escapes Soap's lips, almost a growl only encouraging the kissing at his neck. Soap can almost feel a future hickey being there, or several, and here they were, two grown men. Then again, they did have a thing for marking each other. A way to control the chaos, bodies covered in temporary marks that were given by someone they trusted and loved, not forced on them and riddled with bad memories.
He groans, the feeling of Price's mouth at his neck in combination with his hands, which moved along the also sensitive exposed skin of his chest and stomach, moving dangerously low to his ass and back around to the hardness of his dick, not wholly from the morning hours. He pushes himself back into Price, a hiss leaving the older man's mouth. The previous night's promise never left either's mind.
Soap turns in his arms, burying himself in his chest, leaving his own kisses in the hair and skin there, the movements tired and still groggy, but not lacking enthusiasm. Price readjusts his arms, still no chance he was removing them completely from the other man's body, and peers down at Soap, only the top of his mohawk visible, a small smile fell on his lips at the sight.
"Good morning, love." Price said, moving one of his arms and propping his head on his hand, still waiting to see those eyes, but knowing Soap's slow to wake state that it could be a while, but he could be a patient man. He could try to be.
"mmhm'morning." Soap mumbled into his chest, before resuming the lazy kisses. Price's other hand shifted from Soap's hip to his hair, running through it, baffled that it somehow got more perfect and fell into place even better overnight. Price's gaze only moved away for a second to glance out the window, he could see it was a gloomy rainy day, their favorite. The rain pelting against the glass, the sound of it soothing, room dimmed despite the early hours from the cloudy sky. All of it served to remind him of their first night together all those years ago. Soap, back against the wall in his room, face flushed from the kissing, looking half ready to bolt out the door in fear of rejection, half ready to throw himself on Price. All it took was one word, one reassuring word from Price filled with a thousand meanings and promises , 'Stay.' And he did, for much more than that night. Rain pouring, lightening striking, the thunder covering the sounds the two of them made from the rest of the base. They loved the rain.
"Ay, it's raining outside." He shook Soap lightly, trying to get him to look. His voice was edged with an excitement that he wasn't sure was from the weather or from the attention his chest was receiving from Soap's lips.
He bet to himself that it was the latter.
Soap grumbled something on Price's skin, the words far too incoherent for him to decipher. "Hmm..couldn't quite get that."
The younger man sighs and pulls his face just the slightest bit away from his chest and repeats gruffly. "I said, how can you be so bloody chipper in the morning, I'll never understand..." He then plants his face into the space between Price's collarbone and neck and breathes deeply, to get oxygen sure, but maybe also to fill his senses with the scent of Price's warm, clean skin. A thing that was damn near impossible to come by during their years in active combat.
"Hard not to be when I wake up to this everyday, you in my arms, sleepy and cursing the light of day."
"Oh ha ha, you're a funny bastard." He mumbles, unamused by the man's description of him.
"And your charm too..it's bloody irresistible."
"Ugh." Soap buries his face further into Price's neck, a deep laugh left the older man at his lover's obvious discontent for waking up, no matter who was holding him. Price shakes his head, amused and filled with complete fondness, brushing his fingers over the ridges of Soap's back. He feels the man take in another breath. Price smirks, feeling the hot air of Soap's sharp exhale hit the juncture on his neck.
A light tracing pressure find its way to a scar there, he tenses somewhat, closing his eyes, collecting himself. He knows he's not back at the Gulag, surrounded and pined with a blade to the throat, but here, safe in bed with Soap. He swallows hard, he knows Soap has endless questions in his mind about all the various scars Price accumulated during his time in the Russian prison, but most - well most Price didn't care to relive in his head, let alone speak aloud and fill his lover's mind with more troubling thoughts. Besides, he's moved past his time there, as much as he could at least. Being stuck in a literal hell, fighting to survive, while Soap was stuck in a mental one, fighting for peace of mind.
The tender touch from calloused fingers across the long, faint line, and the light feeling of lips pressed there calm the perturbing thoughts. Now he thinks to the late nights after they were reunited again, the two of them seeing the new marks that were unknown to the other, acknowledging them and making them known with lips, trying to kiss away the memories and actions that caused them, even if the secrets behind them remained just that.
As if Soap could read his mind, he speaks almost inaudible, "Sometimes..I wish I would have been taken there too, so you wouldn't have been alone in that fucking place."
Price stiffens at the thought, and presses a firm kiss to the top of the other man's head. "Everyday in there I thought about how you were..somewhere, fighting, and doing it without me. That's what helped me survive...you. Knowing that you were alone. I knew you were more than capable and strong..but I had to get out someday, somehow, and be with you again. I wasn't going down until I was."
Finally Soap's head raised up and his eyes at into view, a light storm cloud of blue, staring deeply into his own, communicating silently to each other things words couldn't give meaning to. He moved his body up, so they were face to face, one hand curled under his chin the other picking lightly at the other man's beard hair, special focus on the gray ones scattered throughout it.
He looked almost conflicted before he spoke, a hesitance, but a solid tone. "You're what helped keep me going too, you know. Even when I thought you were..gone..I knew that you believed in me, that you'd want me to push, to be the best solider I could. I wasn't going to let everything you were, disappear..and have everything you taught me go to waste. I wasn't going to give up until I'd given every last thing I had, so even if I didn't make it, I'd die knowing I did what I could, then I'd be with you again." Price nods, jaw tight, he knows, he's been there.
Price pulls Soap's hand from his beard and places it on his chest and held it there with his own. Soap could feel the motions of his heartbeat, strong and little uneven from his words. He rested there for a moment, getting lost in the consistent sound, his anchor holding him there. He leans forward and kisses Price slow, sensual, his body languid as he let Price liven the movements of their lips. Though they were now fully awake, a certain drowsiness still dwelled in them both. Soap shifts, leaning even closer, hand still clasped at Price's heart, the beating thudded harder now. He slides his other arm around Price and hugs him, deepening the kiss before ending it. He moves his face away and lays back down on the pillow, smile threatening to break across his face at Price's messy morning hair. Even his beard seemed to be affected by it, then again it could have been his own fingers that caused the disarray. He doesn't resist moving a hand up to gently muss about in Price's already untidy bedhead, the older man looked utterly contented by the touches.
Soap breaks the silence and reflective thoughts. "Guess we were both fighting to get to each other again."
"And we did in the end. We can't change the past, we can't forget the things that happened and pretend they never did. But we can heal, move on, with that vigor and strength. It's always been there in you. That's why your mind won't win. That and because you're a hard bastard. Though you do feel..rather soft right now." Soap nodded against him and the corners of his mouth upturned just a bit when Price's hands sneaked to feel about on his ass.
"Good thing we're both stubborn." Soap says quietly, fingers now caressing at his cheek. Price smiles, eyes crinkling at the sides.
"Stubborn and enduring. Fate sure did try its best to split us apart, but it didn't know what it was getting into when it messed with us."
"Got that right. I know I'd think twice before I scuffled with us. Odds are in our favor."
Price made the move to agree with the statement by swiftly pressing a kiss to Soap's lips.
"You know, you never mentioned..did you sleep well?" Price laid his head down on his own pillow and absentmindedly started running his fingers over Soap's knuckles.
"Well, it was kinda hard to bring up anything like that when I woke up to you all over my neck." Price's eyes glanced over his neck, light fading marks from by him peppered across, a heated sensation fanned his skin just thinking about it. "But I did, yeah, after..well you know."
"Good. And I thought I'd give you a..stimulating wake up call." Price says directly.
"Just stimulating, eh? More like salacious, biting at my neck and all."
Price shrugged casually. "I just wanted to see your eyes."
"Hm, well, technically speaking that wasn't really the best way to go about it..especially considering that's my 'Oi' spot."
Price's eyebrows drew together and a look of confusion flashed on his features. "Your..'Oi spot'..?"
"Yeah, the one that makes you feel all tingling and shite. Like, 'Oi that's good' and all that. Your 'Oi spot'."
"Soap, that is the most bloody ridiculous thing I have ever heard in my entire life."
"Oh come on, old man, I know for a fact that you've got a lot of 'Oi' spots on your body."
"Do I?"
"Mhmm like here..same as me." He leans into him, lips on his neck, sure enough Price feels the tingle. "And here...and here.." Trailing down to his collar bone and shoulder, bringing a hand up to rub at it, lowering it then to his chest and sweeping across it. "Most of all..here." His hand moved dangerously low, Price could feel his heated palm just out of range of gripping him, his breathing hitched awaiting a firm grasp..that never came. "Then again, that's everyone's 'Oi spot'." He let out a huff of air when Soap smirked and tucked his hand back under his chin. "See, practically melted into my touch."
"Or lack there of." Price mumbled irritably. Soap laughed at the man's words, because the usually quite happy in the morning man has now turned considerably peeved.
"Now that I'm thinking of it..I did have a pretty damn good dream, but it ended too quick.."
"Wasn't my fault right?"
"Nope, just ended and moved on. I swear, it's like my dreams can be a bigger tease than you sometimes." His face contorted into a look of aggravation, cursing his mind once again but for more trivial matters.
"I have no idea what you could possibly be referring to. Anyways, who was the one just a second from touching me only to pull away, eh?"
"Just a little payback, that's all." Soap smirks, not entirely masking the longing in his eyes, trying to resist the urge to put his hands right back to where they were and this time finish what they strongly implied.
"Vengeance has no place in a healthy relationship, love. But, do you care to tell me what this dream contained?"
"Mm, You were there.."
"And?" Price stared on at him, edging with want, waiting for Soap's words to ignite a already slow burning, simmering fire between them.
"May have been some touching, kissing." Soap rolled his shoulders.
"Soap..." His previously eager state dropped dramatically, Soap was just messing with him now, frustratingly so.
"What? They say you forget 90% of your dreams within 5 minutes of waking up, not my fault." Soap said seriously, but the amused glint in his eyes lead Price on to his true intentions.
Price let out a pent up sigh and rolled himself on top of Soap, pushing the younger man on his back, having quite enough of his dragged on teasing. His elbows rested on the sides of Soap's head on the pillow, a wild look in his eyes. The smirk on Soap's mouth only seemed to intensify until Price's hips came forward, a hot press of their hard flesh grinding together, he let out a surprised moan and his own hips bucked up into the sensation, biting his lip in a failing attempt to silence another groan.
It was Price's turn to tease now, hands dragging down the side of Soap's body, clasping his ass, pulling them roughly together. Soap's hands found their way to his ass too, copying the gripping hold. A flare of intense pleasure shoots through them both, Soap breathes in through his teeth, tongue darting out across his lips enticing Price to kiss the now wettened mouth. Price drives his hips forward again, this time unable to contain his own groan. Soap's lips parted to gasp at the increasing movements, while Price took advantage of this, his tongue seeking out all of the hidden corners of his mouth, rubbing against the other man's tongue. Deep breaths were taken through their noses, a delicious friction their bodies created under the warmth of the blanket, Price only breaks away to nip at his lips and jaw, hands still palming at Soap's ass, clutching it, bringing their cocks harder together.
"Fuck, Price, tell me you aren't gonna turn into a dream here and stop..aah." Soap grits his teeth and tries to pull Price's face up so he can kiss him again.
"I'm not a dream, I'm here, but I have something else in mind."
"I swear if you're even considering leaving me like this..."
Price grins, thrusting into the younger man, leaving his words to trail off to a moan, the tingle spreading through both their bodies. Price's hands move away from Soap's ass and rest on his shoulders, remembering how tense they were last night and still were. He lifts himself off Soap a little, who attempts to buck up into him, needing the hot grinding. The gap was enough to make Soap give a miserable noise and for Price to be hit with a pang of regret. Leaning in, he gives him one more drawn out kiss and then moves off of the younger man who's left heavily panting in place, a glare on his face..if looks could kill.
"Where in the bloody hell are you going, Price? You /can't/ leave me here like this." Soap complains. Price can see the obvious bump in the blanket from his arousal, Soap runs a hand through his now damp hair moving his hips up just a bit, just so Price could see what he was missing, and he definitely did miss it.
"I said I had something else in mind..don't worry I'm not going to leave you like that..not for long anyways."
"Price." Soap ceased all motions of his hips and stared seriously at his lover, almost at the point of desperation to push Price down into the mattress and finish them both off his damn self. Price sensing this, leaned in to kiss him again from his sitting position, trying to reassure his lover that he wasn't really going to go anywhere..and maybe not drag this out too painfully long.
"Roll over." Price whispered against his lips, now Soap was eager again, he could almost sense the relief that washed over the younger man.
"Yes, sir." He winks at Price before flipping himself over, ignoring the cracks in his back at the turn, he wasn't as young as he used to be or maybe it was the combat that aged him. Regardless, he felt a twitching excitement bubble throughout his body that certainly made him feel younger, his fists clenched to his sides waiting for Price to make his move, to do anything, really, as long as it involved touching him. He could feel the bed move as Price retrieved an item from his bedside table. The anticipation in him deepened when he turned his head so it was facing Price and could see bottle of lube in his hands, but he dropped the bottle to the bed, falling next to Soap's arm. He frowned at Price for not immediately jumping into action.
"What are you getting at here?" Soap fidgeted about impatiently.
"Just relax, relax." Price's tone caused him to do just that, body sinking into the mattress, his groin rubbed into it, rocking forward, creating pleasant flicks of pleasure to course through him. He felt a hand at his ass, firmly holding his moving hips, ceasing all the motions he was making.
Price was on his knees beside him, taking in the sight of the younger man. Soap laid out on his stomach, unclothed and body tense. The muscles in his back flexed and tight and broad shoulders bunched, his strong arms at his side, biceps sticking out conspicuously because of his tightly fisted hands. "You look gorgeous like this, love."
Soap watched as Price's eyes skim over his naked form, the heavy lidded appreciate gaze triggering a flush on his face, his own eyes studied his lover's body. From the top of his messy haired head, to the collarbones that stuck out above his sturdy chest, down to his unbelievably fit abs. His eyes settled on the trail of hair that led down to his cock, the hardness he found there made his hips move against the mattress again, wanting nothing more than to have it pressed against him, on him, or preferably, in him.
"You look well fit yourself, I know you feel even better.." Soap murmured, mouth pressed into the pillow, lifting up his ass when he feels Price's hand squeeze it. He needed the man to hurry up and touch him already, with more than just his hands.
"In good time..but first, you were really tense last night, thought I'd help relieve the pressure."
"You could help relieve something else.."
"Soap...I'm doing this to make you feel good."
"Alright, alright. So what? A massage? Ok..that does sound fucking amazing..so long as this is one of those 'full package' deals."
"Bloody hell, you're an insatiable man." Price muttered under his breath, moving closer to the younger man, repositioning himself so he was sitting on top of Soap with a knee on either side of his thighs, straddling him. The added weight of Price on him pushed him deeper into the mattress, a new pressure applied that was more than a little welcome.
"Mmmph, can't argue with that." He closes his eyes, feeling Price lean closer into him, the man's hands coming to rest on his shoulders, palms digging into the tense muscles, he lets out a low moan.
Price's hands stay there a bit, knowing that most of his tension was carried here, the weight of his anxieties physically manifested right into his shoulders. His fingers give special attention his shoulder blades, working on either side, then to the middle, loosening the compressed mass of muscle. Soap's breathing begins to mirror the motions of his hands, heartbeat slow and at ease, the background noise of the rain outside their window lulling him further into the relaxed state. His balled up fists long since unraveled, laying knuckle down loosely against the blanket. Price's hands move up to his neck, thumbs rubbing down the center of it, fingers caressing into the side, a warm feeling pooling low causing another moan, louder this time. Price smiles at this, repeating the movements, feeling the low rise of goosebumps on Soap's skin. Price bows down his head, lips at Soap's ear, breath hot, his own coming out ragged when Price nibbles on the side of it, he bites his lip and squirms his hips when Price's tongue runs down the ridges, then kissing at the now light marks on his neck that were left over from his earlier wake up call.
"Feel good?" Price's voice low, a husky rasp right at his ear. A shiver runs through his body and he's sure that voice will always cause a reaction like this.
"God, yes." Soap practically nuzzles his face into the pillow, almost whining when Price leaves the side of his face.
"See...and here you wanted to rush this along." Soap was conflicted, on one hand, this was fucking amazing and he was enjoying every second of it, and he could tell by the way Price's cock, still fully hard, was pressing into his lower back just a few seconds ago, that he was thoroughly enjoying it too. But on the other hand, he wished that Price would put that bottle of lube laying next to him to good use and fuck him already.
Price's hands glided down from his neck to the middle of his upper back, pulling and pressing his way down lower, circling around to repeat the process, Soap's breathing still timed with the movements. His hands worked down into the middle of his back, focusing on the knots there, circular motions with the tips of his fingers, thumbs dig against the lines of his shoulder blades, then flattening his palms, working them to the base of his spine, dipping into the dimples above his ass, Soap grunts, arching up into his hands.
"Fucking hell...how did you get so bloody good at this?" Soap manages to say between the hard rubs.
"Don't know..must be my hidden talent."
"And here I thought breaching doors and taking down helicopters in three shots was...mmmn."
Price pauses his touches, half smile on his face, and begins kissing his way down his spine, starting at the base of his neck, leading down to the very dimples he was touching and back up again. He grazed fingers over the old healed nicks and cuts along it, mapping out the skin he knew so well. Soap was like putty in his hands, his breathing deep, goosebumps still arose on his skin, and groans came out in response to particularly powerful strokes.
Price's hands were now on Soap's thighs, massaging hands dipping in between, hitting close to Soap's rock hard cock. "Price..." Soap's voice drawled out, tone desperate. He eyed the bottle of lube next to him, urging the older man to reach for it. Blessedly, Price had the same thing in mind and he did just that. He could hear Price shuffle about behind him and move to sit a bit further down his legs, now straddling his shins. The snapping sound of the bottle opening echoing through the room, through his intensely anticipating body.
He spread Soap's legs apart, palms running down his flank, leaning down to bite at the right side of his ass. The younger man jumped, his cock trapped between the press of his body and the bed, twitched, a hiss through his teeth only encouraging Price's marking. A slick finger was at his entrance, he pushed back on it impatiently, appallingly turned on, one finger being far from enough. Price notices this and another one joins the first, scissoring motions only causing the backwards thrusting from Soap to increase, Price catches his hips to still the move.
"Please don't fuck with foreplay..aaah.." He was cut off as a third finger entered him, he buried his face in his arms, and this time Price couldn't hold back the strong, persistent rocking of the younger man against his fingers. He worked them inside him, slowly, drawn out.
"Sorry, love, but I think we're already a bit past that."
At this point, Price was desperate himself, painfully hard from the whole morning's activities. A low noise of desire escaped his mouth as he continues twisting and pumping his fingers in Soap, the younger man biting on his own fist, still pushing back on them, panting hard into the pillow. "Price, please."
All at once, Price's fingers withdrew but before he could even miss them, the blunt head of Price's cock eased a few centimeters inside him. He gritted his teeth feeling himself stretch around the older man who was taking his time pushing in, he couldn't even attempt to force him with his own maneuvers since Price planted a firm, unyielding hand on his hip, holding him down in place again, another means to draw this out and tease the other man. His other hand had moved to the side of Soap's head, pressed firmly down in the mattress, Soap could see the muscles straining in his forearm. He was laying on top of Soap in a push up position, easing himself forward, deeper, snapping his hips just the slightest until he was completely in to the very base of his cock, hip bones flush to Soap's flank. He stayed just like that a few seconds, kissing at the back of Soap's neck, ignoring his strong urge to fuck into him relentlessly.
Soap exhaled slowly and clenched tight around Price, who sucked in a deep breath. "Price, move."
Price lifted so he was holding himself up, Soap now free to do any movements he pleased, which he took advantage of, moving his lower body, sinking Price deeper into him before pulling back a little, and repeating a few times.
"Fuck, Soap, you're so..." His head was bowed down, face was between the younger man's shoulder blades, kissing in the space between, he nodded in delayed response to his lover's earlier plea, and gave a shallow thrust, Soap moaned and one hand searched blindly and found Price's forearm, clasping it hard. His slow, barely moving thrusts were nothing but torture for the man bellow him, whose fingernails dug into his flesh, hips still gyrating trying to make the motions even more satisfying for the both of them.
"Price, if you don't move faster, I will make you.." Soap growled out and Price would have laughed if his body wasn't racked with pleasure from the younger man's writhing about.
"Good idea, why don't you go ahead." Price was almost surprised at how fast Soap jumped into action, bringing himself up so his weight was balanced on the palm that wasn't holding on to Price's forearm for dear life. His fingers gripped the sheets as he brought his hips forward and slammed them backwards, using a swaying motion to fuck himself on Price's cock. A loud groan escaped the older man, now set off from the quick thrusts. Soap slams back again with rippling impacts, headboard banging the wall. Price's arms shake struggling to brace himself from the rough pounding, breathing desperate growled rushes of air, snapping his hips in tandem with the push and pull of Soap's ass. He loses control quickly after Soap starts making little noises while squeezing his muscles around Price's cock. He pistons his hips up into Soap as he grinds down hard, a series of "Fuck me," "I love you," "Harder," falling from Soap's lips.
He pushes Soap back down into the mattress, his free forearm pinned against the other man's back now fucking into him with zeal, smacking flesh echoing in the quiet bedroom. Price's forceful pounding along with Soap's own motions resulted in him brushing against the sensitive spot deep inside Soap, his breath was stolen by the rush of pleasure that ricocheted up and down his spine. "Fuck, right there." Soap calls out shakily. Price's pinning arm moved back down to his hips, holding the angle they found, perfectly hitting into him with every roll of his hips. His other hand found Soap's unoccupied one and twined their fingers together. Soap gasps out a cry of startled pleasure with each thrust, shoving back against every one. He released his hand from Price's forearm and twisted it in the sheets, biting the pillow, eyes clenched shut, whole body alight.
Price let go of his hold on Soap's hip, keeping the angle, and rakes his nails down Soap's sweaty back. Soap cries out when the older man bites lightly into his shoulder, he rutted himself shamelessly against the blanket under him, almost forgetting to breathe when the wild pleasure shocks through him in flashing bursts as he falls apart with a choked cry, exploding beneath himself, his hips still surging forward continuing rubbing into the blanket, riding out his orgasm.
Soap's fingers still clasped in the sheets, holding on tight as Price's hips stuttered and snapped with reckless movements, one arm wrapped around Soap's head bringing their lips together, rough but gentle, sucking at his lower lip, groaning. Soap flexes his muscles as much as he can around Price, pushing back against him full of a different kind of vigor. All of it is enough to bring the older man over the edge, body seizing, a burning coil at his spin, hips coming to a halt as he came, a groan wretched from the back of his throat.
It took a while before either could process their surroundings, Price all but collapses on top of Soap, sliding out of him, chest heaving. Soap is in much of the same state, fingers finally loose on the mattress, sore from the prolonged tight grasp on the sheets, his other hand still held in Price's, not willing to let go. Price kissed at his back once more before mustering the strength to roll off of him. He brings the exhausted younger man into his arms, both of their bodies twitching from the aftershocks.
"Wow." Was all Soap could say, with his head laid on Price's shoulder, and voice a little raw from his orgasm. Price laughed breathlessly and nodded, feeling like lighting a cigar right about now. Their legs wrapped around each other in an affectionate cling, sweaty skin sticking together. Price's lips crushed to his jaw, then to his lips, Soap rumbled in contentment, nudging his face against the other man's. Both men were worn out, but far from done, heartbeats fell into perfect sync and hands still held together. "Don't think I've ever felt this...relaxed. Not in a long time."
Price nearly glowed at his words, kissing the side of Soap's head, tasting the salt of his skin on his lips. Mission is a success. "That's all I wanted to do for you, give you some peace, comfort. You deserve it more than anyone."
"I'm always at peace when I'm with you. And you deserve it too. We both do."
"Your happiness gives me comfort...so I'm good. More than, really."
Soap looked at him with muted amazement. "I'll never understand how I got so lucky, getting you."
"You know, I ask myself the same question everyday about you."
"Even with all my shite?" Soap questions, eyes squinting and carefully watching Price.
"Yes, I love you, Soap..every piece, every part, no matter what, til the end. And even then."
"No one would stay this long, put up with all of it."
"I would, I will." Price says earnestly, another promise.
"Bollocks." But there's a smile on Soap's face, eyes misty.
"I'm a man of my word."
"I know..just another thing that I love about you." Price's heart is maybe singing a little, Soap snuggles closer into his embrace, hands never letting up their own hold. They lay a bit in the quiet, bodies still coming down from their high. Price's dull nails scraping just lightly against the back of Soap's scalp, while Soap's fingers mess about in his chest hair, the inhales and exhales creating a soothing motion against his head.
Price eyed the disarray on the bed and the state of the blanket from when Soap came. "I think it's safe to say that today just became laundry day."
"Aye, roger that, if I can even bring myself to get up now." Soap says, letting out a grunt, stretching his now tense-free back.
"Copy. So tell me, did I hit a lot of 'oi' spots?" Price grins down at Soap, whose eyes all but roll back in his head in response, looking fucked out and satiated, body still holding every touch in his memory, brows lifted.
"Shite, you have no idea..." He glances out the window, the rain now falling much harder, the sky darker, giving the illusion of early evening. "Think instead we could make today one of those days that you never leave the bed?"
Price reaches to the bedside table, retrieving his hat and placing it atop his head, grin never leaving his lips. "I wish..but can you imagine what hell Ghost and Roach are raising out there without us Captains to keep them in line?"
Soap picks at the brim of his hat, pouting, deep in thought. "I say we risk it, and deal with the consequences later...much later."
"Ok, first we'll stealth our way out there, acquire some food, and then we can resume the not leaving this bed thing." Soap's stomach growled right on cue with Price's words.
"Good plan, we definitely need something to replenish our energy. And here you always disapproved of my liking junk food, but it will be the easiest thing to grab."
"Still don't think those Ding Dong things are the best for you..." Price tutted, cupping his face and kissing him.
"Of course they're not, it's some American thing, don't know. Roach introduced me to them. My life changed that day." Soap looks off to the distance, a look of awe on his face.
"Your life would be changed by some chocolate cake filled rubbish." Price shakes his head peering down at the younger man, humorous look in his eyes.
"I'm telling you, Price, they taste as good as that sex felt."
Price just stares at him, expression blank.
"Hmm..nevermind, nothing could be that fantastic."
Price chuckles lowly, grin finding its way back to his face.
"Alright, I'll move soon...but I just need to lay here a bit longer." Soap shifts himself closer to the older man, who's still smiling fondly at him, his own body not willing to move just yet either.
Soap clings to Price, falling deep into him, his arms a refuge, a storm shelter against the raging hurricane of thoughts in his mind, a simple comfort that was anything but. He knew that he was the same for Price, a soft place to land after a life of unbearable hardships. A unbreakable bond forged in battle, in war, but fortified with love, one that no force could drive apart.