More Than Human

Chapter 13: Sweet Dreams

Soap had shockingly pleasant dreams after everything. In fact, they might have been a little too pleasant. Definitely not the appropriate dreams for a sergeant to be having about his lieutenant. Even if he did save his life multiple times.

And had a sexy ass deep voice.

He liked the way he sounded when he gave him orders. He desperately wanted him to give him others. He wanted more.

His dreams were filled with them.

"Not yet sergeant."

"Easy now."

"Slow down, needy thing."

"C'mon. You can take it."

"Hold still."

Christ. He had it bad. He wanted him so bad.

He begged dream Simon to take care of him. To ruin him. Dream Simon was happy to oblige. Biting back down on his neck while he thrusted into him hard. Forcing him to lie still and take it.

The feeling of being simultaneously drained and filled made his brain fuzzy, and he began rocking his hips to meet Ghost's thrusts.

"There you are. Just like that."

That didn't sound quite like dream Simon. Dream Simon's teeth were still buried in his neck, grunting as he fucked him. Dream Simon began to melt away, and he became aware of his own quiet whimpering. The feeling of real waking pleasure shooting through him. His eyes fluttered open to find the real Simon looking down at him.

He sucked in a slightly moaned breath when he realized his legs were wrapped around the man's thigh. He was practically sitting on it and grinding himself against him. He forced his hips to stop, feeling them give a couple of involuntary twitches as he denied himself release. He let out a whine that had Ghost shushing him.

"Shh, you're alright. Keep going, Johnny."

When Soap didn't continue more than another involuntary stutter of his hips, Ghost bounced his leg up a bit and then grabbed him by the hips, beginning to rock him back and forth.

"Ah- ah.. Ghost." Soap moaned out.

"There you go, puppy. Let me take care of you." Ghost purred against his ear.

Soap's brain shut off and he resumed the motion of his hips. He knew his face was bright red. He had been humping at the man's leg in his sleep like a feral mutt. But he couldn't get himself to stop, and Ghost didn't seem upset. In fact he was continuing to guide his hips, keeping him firmly placed on his leg.

"What were you dreamin' about, Johnny? It's got you so worked up." Ghost teased, licking a stripe up Soap's neck and up to his ear.

Soap whined again and buried his face in his shoulder. Ghost chuckled, "Don't get shy on my now, love. Tell me what you were dreaming about."
"I-I, ah, you..."

"Me? I made that strong of an impression on you?"

"Yer... fuck yer voice."

"Really ? This old thing." Ghost hot breath on his ear made him shudder and his hips lose their rhythm a bit. "Wow. Didn't know I had such an effect on you."

"A-aye sir. Want you." Soap grunted out.

"Mm. I didn't think you'd be interested in that, sergeant." Ghost sounded pleased, "We don't have time for that right now. For now let's finish the task at hand."

"Yes s-sir." Soap moved a little faster.

"You like it when I tell you what to do?"

Soap nodded against him quickly, starting to lose the ability to converse properly. He was practically bouncing against Ghost's leg. Frantically seeking release.

"You gettin' close, Johnny?"

"Hng- mm-hm, uh-huh. Close. Please. Please let me."

"Good boy, Johnny. Asking permission. Cum for me."

And Soap did. Hard. And with a little cry that he tried to muffle by biting into Ghost's shirt. He panted through his nose, feeling his nostrils flare as his hips snapped back and forth violently through it. Ghost kept bouncing his leg and moving him back and forth until he began to whimper from overstimulation.

"You good, Johnny?"

"Aye, sir. I'm sorry 'bout that."

"Don't apologize for that." Ghost chuckled, "And here I was thinkin' you wouldn't be interested in the likes of me. You must have a death wish."

"Maybe I'm just a masochist, Simon."

"A masochist who likes to be called a good boy? I think I can work with that." He smirked.

"Do you, um, need me to..." Soap glanced downwards to signal Ghost's own crotch.

Ghost laughed, "Don't need to worry on that front, Johnny. I am well taken care of. Would have been hard not to. You looked so good, humping at my leg like a bitch in heat-."

"Alright, alright, alright." Soap shoved at him a bit, bright red, "I get it."