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Gaz was eating his earlier words when he said he needed a break from the action.

After running from place to place, watching a man explode before his very eyes, being blown out of a helicopter, and threatening an innocent mother and her son, he felt he deserved it.

However, this little arrangement with his new captain wasn’t exactly what he was imagining. 

The police car was cramped to say the least, and tension between the Sergeant Garrick and Captain Price was high. They knew this operation was high stakes– they needed to get to Barkov, and more importantly, Hadir, before Hadir started what potentially could become another world war.

It’s safe to say that this Gaz had never encountered a situation quite like this before during his career in the SAS.

He takes a deep breath, breaking the silence of the police car, and exhales. Calm, Garrick, he chides himself. Getting worked up over this will get you nowhere. 

“Alright back there, Kyle?” Price says, his eyes still on the pitch black road ahead of them.

Gaz nods. “Yes, sir. Just taking a bit of a breather.”

Price grunts an affirmation. “Good. I need you at your best for the next phase of this op.”

“Yes, sir,” Gaz says with a grimace. The next phase of this operation… what would that entail? Ever since Gaz had been permitted himself to be dragged into this, he’d done things that he’d never have expected to. Threatening innocent children, leaving innocent civilians behind to extract a target… He didn’t expect to be totally guiltless when joining the SAS, but this was a lot more than he had expected.

He didn’t think he’d ever forget the terrified look on the man’s face back at the American embassy in Urzikstan.

But you’re the extraction team!

Not yours.

Yeah. Because they had a mission. And apparently civilians weren’t a part of that mission.

He thinks back to Price’s words. When you take the gloves off, you get blood on your hands, Kyle. That’s how it works.

Gaz had asked to take the gloves off. He had asked for this.

What was he doing here? What was he doing with Price? Although he was a damn good Captain, he has proven himself to be brutal, reckless, and inconsiderate of anything and anyone other than his mission.

So what made the man so enticing?

Maybe it was the fact that he was the first one to give Gaz an opportunity to make an actual difference in the world instead of sitting on weeks old intel and doing absolutely fuck all about it. Maybe it was the fact that he was the first one to agree with Gaz when he expressed his frustrations about it back at Piccadilly Circus. Maybe it was the way that Price looked at him with those understanding blue eyes, maybe it was the way his hips swayed when he walks, maybe it was the way-

He was not thinking about his captain like that.

The main thing was, Gaz had every reason to walk away from this right now. To ask Price to drop him off at the nearest police station, to return to his normal post within the SAS.

Now if you’re having second thoughts, then I can do this on my own.

Kyle Garrick had always been a man of heart, and he followed that heart no matter what. He had faith in himself and his instincts. 

No, sir. No second thoughts.

He hoped he saw a ghost of a smile on Price’s face before the cigarette was once again between his lips.

That conversation had been hours ago, and Gaz was positively bored. He couldn’t fucking believe that Price was crazy enough to drive all the way from St. Petersburg in Russia to Baurci in Maldova– practically halfway across the fuckin’ country as well as through the entirety of Ukraine– in a police car. Sure, the operation was covert according to Price, but Gaz thought perhaps that meant an off-the-books flight, not a near thousand mile drive.

The car filled with the scent of smoke from Price’s cigarette, assaulting Gaz’s nose with every breath. Shitty radio music played softly in the background, with Price humming along to the melody every few seconds. The rain raced down the windows, giving Gaz a welcome distraction from the thoughts raging around in his brain. Thoughts of self-doubt, of nerves, of a near sudden attraction to the man currently in control of the car… there was too much to even consider unpacking at the moment– not when he needed to mentally prepare for the rest of the operation.

Gaz observed the man sitting in the front seat. Captain John Price, a walking legend. He gnawed at the end of the cigarette, his anxiety clear through his tense body language. His fingers twitched every few seconds, and his tired eyes blinked every few seconds as if losing concentration. 

Price was like a beautiful disaster, and Gaz just happened to find himself pulled in by the gravity. He was addictive and mysterious– Gaz desperately wanted to know more. Figure out the man behind the legend, how he ended up the ruthless and efficient man he was. 

Gaz’s fingers tapped on his leg as he looked out the window again, watching the streetlights whiz by. This was not the time for that. Why the hell was he treating this situation like this? As far as he could tell, Price saw their relationship as strictly professional, perhaps leaning on the affectionate side… if his question earlier was any indication. Getting to “know” each other was probably the last thing that Price wanted to do right now.

But if the SAS has taught him anything, it's that in stressful situations, distractions can be a godsend if employed at the right time. And Gaz truly believed that this was one of those times. Price could only puff on so many cigarettes to quiet the noise in his head, and Gaz could only track so many raindrops until he felt like he wanted to claw his face off.

C’mon Garrick, it’s just a conversation.

“Are we there yet?” Gaz asked, a smile spreading across his face as he asked the question.

Price groaned, a look of faux annoyance spreading on his face. “Bloody hell, Kyle, we’re not even halfway there.”

“How do you even know where we’re going?”

Price took a hand off the wheel and lifted something up, the light from the screen beaming into Gaz’ face. Gaz squinted to read the screen.

“Google maps? Really, sir?”

“Desperate times call for desperate measures.”

“Didn’t know you know how to use advanced technology like that,” Gaz teased.

“Cheeky bugger. Just sit back and enjoy the music.”

“Your taste in music is pure shite, boss,” Gaz said with a smirk, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the center console of the car. 

Price huffed a laugh, taking his cigarette from his mouth. “It’s not shite, Kyle, you’re just uncultured.”

Gaz gasped in mock offense. “The one with a creaking back is going to call me uncultured?”

“Might be older but I could still take you down in an instant,” Price said, making eye contact with Gaz through the rearview mirror, a smile spreading on his face. “Fancy a spar, Garrick?” 

And that bastard gave Gaz a little wink before returning his sights to the road. 

Gaz chuckled, shaking his head and averting his gaze from Price as he felt his face heat up. How the hell is this man as charming as he is dangerous? “Just takin’ the piss,” he said nonchalantly, attempting to save face for himself. “But if you were interested, I’m sure we could set up a bout at some point, sir.”

“I’ll hold you to it, Sergeant,” Price said, and the conversation lulled into comfortable silence.

At least, Gaz hoped it was comfortable.

There was a growing issue at hand here, specifically in Gaz’s pants. He couldn’t get the image of Price and him sparring together. Namely, the feeling of Price’s body on top of his own, pinning him to the mat. The feeling of those calloused fingers as they wrap around his wrists, attempting to pin him to the mattress. The sound of Price grunting with every movement and every block, the gruffness of his voice hitting Gaz’s ears just right, The thought of Price finally pinning him to the mat, locking an arm behind his back and whispering in Gaz’s ear: Do you yield, Garrick?

Fuck. Gaz was fucked.

He nonchalantly looked down at his trousers, hoping that his boner wasn’t visible through the fabric. The inky darkness of the night was periodically dispelled by street lights, and from what Gaz could tell, he couldn’t tell that he currently had a raging hard on. 

Good. Last thing I need is my boss to know I have a boner over him.

“So, Kyle,” Price said, and Gaz’s head snapped up, hoping that Price would be able to distract him from the self-inflicted awkwardness of the situation. “Any family?”

“Just been myself, Mum, and my sister for as long as I can remember,” Gaz sighed, returning his view to the window. He wondered what they were doing right now– probably asleep, now that he thinks about it a little bit more. “My father left when I was born,” he clarified when Price raised an eyebrow in response, and Price grunted. 

“He sounds like a right arse,” Price muttered, and Gaz chuckled in response. 

“That’s definitely one way to put it, sir.” Gaz didn’t hate his father, although he didn’t have anything to hate since his father took off before he could know him. His mother, though, was a strong-willed woman who was determined to give Kyle and his sister a good life. She taught Kyle to be strong and noble, and always help those who are less fortunate than himself. He owed everything to her.

That was partly the reason Gaz joined the army in the first place. His mother, bless her heart, hadn’t been able to provide for both himself and his sister, so he firstly did it for the welfare checks. He had no need for the money while everything he needed was being provided for by the army. He honestly didn’t expect to become as proficient as he did, getting promotion after promotion until he became a Sergeant. He was proud of his accomplishments– it wasn’t everyday where only one person was able to evade capture in the resistance to interrogation training led by the Navy Seals, and yet, that person was Gaz.

But enough about him– boring Price with the nitty gritty was probably the last thing he wanted. He wanted to figure Price out.

“What about you, sir?” Gaz asked. “What’s your story? You got a wife you’re hiding’?” he jabbed, hoping the grin was obvious and slight disappointment in his voice undetectable. 

“Married to the job, Kyle,” Price said dryly, the sarcasm dripping in his voice. “Haven’t talked to my folks in years. They’re up in London somewhere. They don’t exactly approve of my, ah, life choices.”

Gaz hummed understandingly, but decided not to pry. “I get it. Sorry about your folks, sir.”

“It’s water under the bridge at this point,” Price said with a sigh. “Just makes it easier when they have to send my corpse back to them in a bodybag.”

Gaz grimaced. “Brutal, boss.”

“Brutal but true unfortunately,” Price countered. “We face death everyday, Kyle. It’s my job to make sure I get your ass home safely.”

If Gaz was anything, he was obstinate. “I can handle myself out there,” he said with a frown on his face. “And this goes both ways, sir. You watch my six, I watch yours.” He really didn’t like the way that Price was willing to throw his own life away for Gaz. Yes, the gesture made Gaz’s heart flutter, but it was completely ludicrous. Price shouldn’t have to sacrifice himself for Gaz.

Price sighed, shaking his head slightly. “You’re a good man, Garrick. Better than most.”

“Thank you, sir,” Gaz replied, his face heating up for the second time in five minutes. He honestly wasn’t used to praise about his nature. The army didn’t really do praise. They were more content to yell about shortcomings rather than accomplishments.

And to hear that he’s a “good man” and “better than most” from a man that he greatly respected made his heart flip flop in his chest. It was safe to say that from then on, Price with his words like honey had Kyle’s complete loyalty. 

“Alright, enough with the ‘sir’ crap, Kyle,” Price said with a smirk. “You’ve nearly died with me on multiple occasions. I think that gives you the right to call me by my proper name.”

“Oh,” Gaz blinked. “Well, in that case, thank you, John.” He rolled the name around on his tongue, enjoying how it felt to say. It felt intimate, like John Price was perhaps someone he could befriend instead of admire from the shadows.

Oh, and how he wished to befriend Price. Whether that urge came from a need to get more praise from the man– the growl in his voice was absolutely to die for– or to just have a competent leader for once in his life, he didn’t know.

However, he couldn't help but think back to Price’s earlier comment: what exactly did he mean by “life choices”? Did he mean the military? If so, that meant he hadn’t had contact with his family for upward of 20 years? Maybe it meant some other life choice, like maybe he was involved in drugs at one point in his life? Or maybe, it could mean something more personal, like who Price had attraction to? Although, based on Price’s earlier statements, he didn’t really do the whole dating thing. Married to the job after all.

Maybe that last one was just wishful thinking on Gaz’s part.

“Going back to your family after this op, then?” Price questioned suddenly, and Gaz shook his head. 

“Likely not. Probably get put on a new assignment and go from there,” Gaz said dryly. “Duty never stops.”

Price hummed, nodding his head slowly. If anyone understood that sentiment, it was Price. “Understood. But make sure to take some time to yourself, yeah? This won't be an easy op.”

The “if we come back alive” goes unsaid.

“I’ll do my best,” Gaz says, suddenly tired of the conversation. What good is talking about the future when it is so far away? As much as he admired Price and wanted to follow his orders, he doubted that he would take any time off in between ops. Gaz presented himself calm and collected on the outside, but on the inside, he was a live wire, ready to explode at a moment’s notice. The work he did for the SAS kept him busy and kept him satisfied. Chances are Gaz would be placed back on light duty, told to gather more information that his higher ups wouldn’t put to use again. 

Unless he stayed with Price… was that even an option?

Gaz shook his head. It was too early to think about all of this. If he was going to relax, it was going to be during this car ride.

If the stiffness in his pants was any indication, he did not feel relaxed in the slightest.

The conversation with Price had made it easy to forget the aching in his groin, but now that he was focused on it again, it was taking all of his effort not to whip his cock out right then and there and take care of himself. That wouldn’t be professional at all, but at least it would solve Gaz’s problem.

He was stressed– stressed about the op, stressed about Price, even stressed about after the op… and now it was manifesting itself physically on his body. He suspected it was something about his heart pumping blood to his extremities without needing to– the body doesn’t really control which parts to increase blood flow to when in a stressful situation after all.

Gaz reached over the door, pressing down to lower the window, allowing the cool night air to sweep across his sweaty face. He closed his eyes, allowing the wind to sweep through his cropped hair. Inhale… exhale… there you go, Garrick. 

A few more iterations of this ritual, and Kyle could feel his heart rate lessen slightly, but the discomfort in his pants didn’t fade. Gaz mentally cursed himself. Why now of all times did he have to have the most uncomfortable boner ever?

“Alright back there?” Another question from Price. Gaz sighed, putting the window back up in its original position. The rain was getting through the window and making the seat next to him wet.

“Yes, John,” Gaz said, exasperated. “You already asked that. I promise I’m fine.”

“Don’t seem fine,” Price muttered, and Gaz rolled his eyes. He couldn’t tell Price what was bothering him– for Price’s sake and his own.

Gaz opened his mouth to defend himself, but Price cut him off. “Look, Kyle, I’ve worked with many a man who said they were ‘fine’. News flash, we’re all not fine.” He looked into the rearview mirror, making eye contact with Kyle. “If I can help you even a little bit, I’d like to.”

Silence settled over the pair as Gaz considered Price’s request. At the end of the day, what harm could come of it? As observant as Price was, Gaz didn’t have to tell him anything he didn’t want to. He could tiptoe around the whole “having a boner for your boss thing” and instead…

“Fine,” Gaz relented. “Just a bit… overwhelmed. Stressed. Scared of fucking up this op worse than it already is.” He brought a hand up to his face, rubbing his tired eyes. “Can’t fucking relax even for one second,” he muttered quietly.

The sound of the engine purring was the only thing Gaz heard as Price let his words hang in the air. Gaz could see in the mirror that his eyebrows were furrowed and lips pursed– the typical “Price is thinking” look. 

“It never gets easier,” Price said softly. “The adrenaline, the fear. It becomes second nature.”

“Yeah,” Gaz admitted.

“So you’re looking for… what exactly?”

Gaz blinked. “Advice, I guess? Like what do you do to relax before missions?”

Price hummed thoughtfully. “Usually, my relaxation involves a nice cup of tea, a little bit of lemon, a little bit of honey, and some light reading. Easy to do on the go, and you’re not likely to lose your book if you keep it on base. Otherwise, exercise helps. Yoga, running laps– get that excess energy out.”

Gaz grimaced in the backseat. That didn’t really help his situation at the moment. “But what do you do when the stress becomes… bodily?” he asked hesitantly. He hoped that he didn’t give away his actual problem by asking that question.

Price frowned. “Like stress migraines? Or hypertension?”

“N-not exactly.” Gaz mumbled, his face heating up again with embarrassment. God, this was such a stupid thing to do. He was essentially asking his boss, “hey, how do I not be horny on missions when I haven’t had a good wank in months?” What a dumb fucking question. “God, forget it, I can’t put what I’m feeling into words right now,” he lied. He could very easily put his struggle into words right now: John Price was hot and Kyle’s cock wouldn’t behave.

“Your issue is bodily but not health related,” Price mused, completely ignoring Kyle’s mini-plea to drop the subject. “It has to do with stress, and it’s making it hard for you to relax.”

“Price, really it’s fine. I’ll figure somethi-

“You’re hard, aren’t you.”

A statement, not a question.

Gaz’s blood ran cold. 

“Wha-”

“Well then. Take care of it.”

A beat of silence.

“W-with all due respect, sir-” Gaz started, but Price cut him off.

“Come off it, Kyle, we’re both adults here,” Price chided. “Look at yourself: tense shoulders, clenched teeth– this is clearly bothering you. Besides, you think that in my time in the military I haven’t seen another man’s junk? Just…” Price sighed, clearly sensing Gaz’s hesitance. “Take care of it.”

Gaz was frozen in his seat. His cock was still dangerously hard in his trousers, and it appeared that most of the blood in his body had rushed there instead of to his brain. Price was giving him permission to jerk off in the backseat of the car while he was driving. What kind of alternate universe was this?

“I-I don’t know Price,” Gaz stuttered. As much as he wanted to take care of himself right now, that would definitely be crossing the line of professionalism. “I think I’d be crossing a line here.”

Price shrugged. “It’s your choice, but remember what I told you earlier? You draw the line where you need it. I’m willing to redraw this particular line for you.”

Fucking hell, Gaz thought to himself. Price’s saccharine words and his silver tongue were going to be the unraveling of Kyle one day, and he feared that today would be that day. 

“And if you’re so inclined,” Price continued. “Could give me a little show. You’re not the only one bored out of his mind right now.” Price grinned as he kept his eyes on the road, his face calm and collected despite what he was requesting of Gaz. “Think of it as serving your captain in a different kind of way.”

A shiver ran down Gaz’s spine. That whole “serve the captain” routine shouldn’t turn him on as much as it did. But if Price was asking for a show, who was Gaz to deny him that?

It was so wrong, but something about it felt so right. Maybe it was the way that Price’s voice dipped into a lower octave, the huskiness making Gaz’s cock twitch in his pants. Maybe it was the fact that he really wouldn’t mind jerking off in front of Price, and now that he had Price’s explicit permission, the door was opened for Gaz to go for it. Maybe it was Gaz’s innate need to please his superior officers.

One thing that is for sure is that this conversation made Gaz realize that there wasn’t a lot he wouldn’t do for Price. No one has ever captured Gaz’s attention or respect as quickly as Price had. He could probably unpack that more if he wanted to, but he had a mission.

Give his captain a show.

 “F-fuck, fine,” he said, acquiescing to Price’s request. “I-I’m okay with it if you are.”

He wordlessly slid off his trousers, exposing his boxers to the cool night air. His heart was pounding in his ears, the excitement and nervousness coming together to really get his blood pumping. 

With a deep breath, he slowly lowered his boxers, revealing his hardened cock. There was slight pre-cum dribbling out the top and the tip was red and swollen, likely due to it being trapped in his boxers for all those minutes, begging for release.

“Absolutely gorgeous, Garrick,” Price breathed, and Gaz looked up to the rearview mirror to see a pair of blue eyes staring directly at him.

Gaz’s face flushed dark, his cock twitching at the praise. “T-thank you, sir,” he muttered, and he grabbed his cock, letting out a sigh of relief as the initial pleasure hit his system. He slowly stroked his length, small puffs of breath escaping his mouth as he picked up the pace. 

Soft mewls left his mouth with every pass, but the slide was too dry and not enough for his liking, so he took his hand off his cock momentarily to spit into his palm, returning his hand to his cock and groaning at how much better it felt. “F-fucking hell,” he groaned, finally getting some relief from the discomfort he’d been feeling for the better part of an hour.

Gaz was so lost in his own pleasure that he yelped in surprise when he was suddenly thrown to the side, the only thing keeping him from going through the side window being his seatbelt. Price cursed, jerking the steering wheel to the side to reorient the car and preventing them from careening off the road.

“Sorry,” Price said, returning his eyes to their rightful place– on the road. “Got a little distracted there.” 

Gaz laughed, righting himself in his seat and continuing to stroke his cock. “Like something you see, Captain?” This time, he made sure to accentuate his groans, exaggerating how good it felt to finally get some pressure on his cock. “So fucking good,” Gaz whispered to himself.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he watched Price’s eyes flick to the rearview mirror and back to the road, back and forth, clearly trying to get a glimpse of Kyle’s act.

“Ah, ah,” Kyle chided as he noticed Price’s eyes linger a little too long for his liking. “Eyes on the road, boss.”

Price grumbled, his hands clenching the wheel so hard his knuckles were turning white. “Didn’t think you were the one giving orders,” he growled, clearly peeved at Gaz’s directions. 

“Can’t trust you won’t crash the car,” Gaz teased, moaning softly as the slick noises of him working his cock grew louder as his pace grew faster. God, how long had it been since he’d jerked off last? The fact that he couldn’t remember meant that it was definitely a long time ago, meaning this opportunity for release was going to feel extremely good. He could feel the stress practically melting off his shoulders as pleasure licked up his spine.

The car was silent except for the occasional sound of Gaz groaning or Price shifting in his seat, and yet Gaz was no closer to his climax than when he first started. He was growing frustrated, and his arm was starting to cramp. Why the hell couldn’t he just finish? It really shouldn’t be this hard, especially under Price’s watchful eye. 

Gaz closed his eyes, allowing his brain to drift, praying that he could conjure some image that would help him reach his climax.

But brains are traitorous beings.

John’s calloused hands rove over his body, caressing his chest, sliding down to his thighs until finally, grasping at Gaz’s cock. He can feel Price’s body against his back, his own hard-on pressing against Gaz’s ass as he presses his warm lips to Gaz’s neck. “So gorgeous for me, Kyle,” he says in his deep, husky voice as he bites at Kyle’s neck, soothing the skin there with his tongue. His other hand settles on Kyle’s hip, the warmth bleeding through his fingerless gloves as he gently squeezes Gaz’s midsection. “Come on, Kyle,” he purrs into Kyle’s ear. “Be a good boy for me…”

Fuck. Gaz needed more.

“J-John,” Gaz stuttered, his eyes flying open and returning him to reality. “I n-need more, this isn’t working. Not enough.” His brain was mush, only focused on his own pleasure and not much else, and he hoped that he was able to convey his plight properly to Price.

Price took the bait hook, line and sinker. Without a moment's hesitation, Price was jumping at the opportunity. “Would you like some help?” he asked, his voice nonchalant and even despite what he was currently offering to do with Gaz.

“H-how are you going to help?” Gaz asked, his cock twitching at Price’s offer and fire coursing through his veins. He wanted nothing more than to just stop the car on the side of the road and get Price’s hands on him, to fulfill the fantasy that he’d planted in his own mind.

Price breathed, his brain running a mile a minute as he tried to brainstorm a way to make this work. “Alright, it’s time for a pit stop,” he called, taking a detour off the main road. “Why don’t you get yourself all nice and prepared for me, Kyle?” Price asked, his voice dropping into that husky tone that Gaz fantasized about. “I promise I’ll take good care of you.”

Gaz had no doubt that Price would take care of him, but his face grew hotter at the thought of “preparing himself” for Price. “Ah, uh, Price…” he said, hesitance clear in his voice.

“Let me guess,” Price interrupted. “Never done that kind of thing before?”

Gaz swallowed and nodded. Yes, that was the truth– he hadn’t tried any of that stuff before. He’s fooled around with guys here or there, but nothing went farther than oral sex or making out. He simply didn’t have the time nor the patience. At some point, he stopped seeking out hookups in dirty bar bathrooms or suspicious motels. Yes, he’d experimented with solo play, utilizing toys and other tools to emulate the feeling of anal, but there always felt like there was something missing, so he hadn’t done it too often.

It crossed his mind that perhaps what he was missing was Price a partner.

John Price was like a delicious poison, a corruption spreading inside Gaz’s body and overtaking his mind.

“That’s alright, sweetheart,” Price said softly, and Gaz shivered at the pet name. “I’ll talk you through it, okay?”

Gaz nodded, his throat suddenly too dry to speak. He was nervous, but not nervous that this would end badly. He trusted Price, perhaps a little too much.

With a calming breath, Gaz shimmied out of his pants, revealing his ass to the air of the car. He repositioned himself in the seat so that he gave Price a good view of his actions through the rearview mirror, his feet against the shoulders of the seats in front of him. The position was less than comfortable, but Gaz was willing to sacrifice for Price’s viewing pleasure. He gave his finger a quick suck, deliberately making eye contact with Price before slowly lowering his finger to his hole, gently teasing it before pushing in at Price’s order. 

“F-fuck,” Gaz breathes, the feeling foreign but not unwelcome as he begins to speed up his finger, slowly sliding in and out of his hole. “Fucking hell, John…”

“That’s good, love, real good,” Price purred, his eyes now flickering between the road and Kyle’s show. Through lidded eyes, Gaz could see one of Price’s hands gently rubbing against his crotch while the other stayed on the wheel, and he moaned at the thought of Price jerking off to him.

“Add another, sweetheart,” came the next order, and Gaz complied, adding a second finger and groaning at the stretch. It wasn’t painful– in fact, it felt rather good.

“Now go ahead and spread your fingers, love, get yourself real widened for me.”

Gaz’s eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he followed the order, scissoring his fingers inside of himself. His eyes rolled back into his head as he felt the small ache of the stretch fade with every pass of his fingers. “G-god, J-john,” he muttered, his senses being overcome with the unfamiliar yet addictive sense of pleasure.

“No pain, Kyle?” Price asked, and Kyle wordlessly shook his head. He didn’t think he had the sense to form words, and if this was only the beginning, then he could only imagine how he would end up after Price was through with him.

“Try adding a third,” was Price’s next order, and Gaz again followed orders like the good soldier he was, sliding a third finger inside his hole alongside the other two. “Attaboy, Kyle,” Price growled, punching a whimper from Gaz’s chest. Fuck, Price’s praise had Gaz absolutely ruined.

“Keep movin’ those fingers, sweetheart, we’re almost there,” Price breathed, arousal creeping into his voice as he took another exit, signs on the side of the road directing him to a nearby gas station.

And fuck, if Price hadn’t found that exit, he might’ve just had to find somewhere in the woods to satisfy his sergeant. Gaz was an absolute beauty in his backseat, his eyes glazed over with pleasure as he prepared himself for Price, whining so beautifully. 

A couple more agonizing minutes later, Price pulled into the gas station, jamming his foot onto the parking break and yanking off his seatbelt. The next thing Gaz knows, his chin is being aggressively grabbed by calloused fingers, and he’s face to face with those gorgeous blue eyes.

“Come on, love,” Price said, hunger and arousal clouding his eyes. “Out you go.”

Gaz has never gotten dressed so quickly, his pants and boxers back into place. He stepped out into the night with a sigh of relief, the cool air a heavensend on his flushed face. He looped around to the other side of the car to find Price and finally get to the finale.

Large hands wrap around Gaz’s hips and a warm body places itself against Gaz’s back, and Gaz melts into the contact. “John,” he whispers, and he hears Price laugh against his back, a rumble deep in his chest.

“Why don’t you head inside and go find the bathroom,” Price purred, his lips right against Gaz’s ear. “Get yourself ready, yeah?”

Gaz nodded so quickly he was sure his head would fall off. “Mhm, yeah, okay,” he said, his hole clenching around nothing, begging to be filled once again.

Walking into the gas station trying to hide a raging boner was maybe the hardest thing Gaz had ever had to do during his time in the service. He gave the cashier a timid smile, who returned it with a weird stare, before heading to the bathroom and stumbling into the room, frantically pulling off his pants again to free him from his discomfort.

Gaz stared at himself in the mirror, the dark flush on his face extremely obvious to anyone who looked close enough. God, is that why the cashier was staring at him like that? He took a deep breath and splashed his face with some water, steadying himself and attempting to calm his racing heart.

All that’s left was to wait for Price.

Fucking hell. What a ride it’s been.

-

Price was not a good man.

As he stood outside in the rain, watching his sergeant practically stumble inside the gas station, that became ever more apparent. 

This was a different kind of evil. Price had murdered, stolen, betrayed– he’d done all sorts of unsavory things in the name of this profession. 

Hooking up with his sergeant under the guise of “stress relief” was an all new low. 

But Kyle was absolutely sinful, squirming in his backseat fisting his cock. His moans were like choruses of angels to Price’s ears, the pleasure of his fingers inside of himself taking form in sound. He was addictive and mesmerizing– Price just couldn’t bear to look away lest he disappear.

Price knew there was something that made him pick Kyle “Gaz” Garrick out of the crowd back at Piccadilly Circus. Something beyond professionalism, something beyond just wanting the job done.

The first thing Price had noticed when he and Kyle had discussed the situation in the street was the hunger in his eyes, the desperation for justice and the willingness to do whatever it took to get it.

Kyle’s perfectly sculpted face and glowing brown eyes were just a side bonus.

And since Price was an opportunist, he grabbed Kyle the first chance he could. He couldn’t let this perfect package escape his grasp.

Price had to admit, they made a great team. Kyle was observant and competent, although perhaps a little naive. But that’s okay. Price could work with naivete. He’d worked with plenty of greenies, those who were too fresh to the field to know what to expect. He’d break them of their innocence, reveal the true nature of warfare to them. If they couldn’t deal with it, that was their problem.

And although Kyle wasn’t exactly new to the service, he was definitely new to Price’s level of brutality and efficiency. That much was apparent to his resistance to Price’s methods at the beginning of their journey.

When you take the gloves off, you get blood on your hands, Kyle. That’s how it works.

Not only did Price have the blood of countless innocents on his hands, he also had the blood of Kyle’s innocence.

Sure, Price felt slightly guilty for that. But it was hard to feel any sort of guilt when that emotion was replaced with lust.

Kyle’s smooth, dark skin, illuminated momentarily by the streetlights. The way his chest heaved with every stroke up and down his cock. The way he whimpered when Price ordered him to finger himself, the way he clenched around his fingers, thinking about how it would feel when those fingers were replaced by Price’s cock

The gas station couldn’t have been closer. Kyle was absolutely exquisite, a true diamond in the rough, and Price’s patience was being tested.

Snapping back to the present, Price rubbed his eyes, taking his eyes off Kyle and returning his attention to the gas pump. This pit stop wasn’t only to get his dick wet– he’s not that much of a fucking horndog. They needed gas, and he was getting hungry. Sue him.

The pump clicked on, gas flowing through the tube and into the car. 

Now Price could focus on the real objective: Kyle.

He followed Kyle into the convenience store, taking a second to look around the empty store. They were lucky they were here during the witching hour, away from the watchful eyes of the public.

Price nodded to the cashier, walking through the aisles and picking up a few things before returning to the counter. He throws his collected items on the counter, ignoring the look the cashier gave him. “Don’t ask,” he said, and the cashier rang up the items, continuing to give Price a suspicious stare.

Price laughed inwardly. Poor bastard probably doesn’t get paid enough for this. He paid and with a smile, he headed towards the bathroom where Kyle had disappeared to.

His heart was pounding in his chest, the blood going straight to his dick. They were seriously about to fuck like rabbits, in the middle of an op, in a dingy gas station bathroom.

Stress relief. This was tactical. That’s all this was. 

Price slowly opened the door and stepped into the bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind him. He smirked at the scene that was in front of him. “Hey there, sweetheart. Couldn’t wait any longer?”

This was totally going to be worth it.

Chapter Text

The wait was absolute torture. What the hell was taking Price so long?

Gaz splashed more water on his face in an attempt to calm his speeding heart, but to no avail. His legs were almost quivering with the adrenaline and excitement. He couldn’t wait for Price to deliver on his promise to take care of him.

That is, if he would ever show up.

Gaz groaned in frustration, quickly tearing off his pants and boxers, allowing his cock to spring out of its confinement. He felt like his body was on fire, and the only water to quench the inferno was John Price.

“Shit,” Kyle whispered to himself, bending over and bracing his forearm against the sink. He pressed his forehead against his arm, resting his head there as he once again brought his fingers to his mouth, slicking them up with his own saliva. With a deep breath, he brought two fingers down to his hole, gently returning his fingers to their rightful place inside of him.

Kyle groaned as he pushed his fingers inside himself, slowly pumping them in and outside of himself. He had prepared himself enough to where two fingers didn’t hurt, but his fingers weren’t long enough to reach the area he needed.

He’d heard of the “g-spot” before, or the prostate. Yes, he’d gotten a prostate exam before. But he didn’t really believe in the whole prostate stimulation thing– that wasn’t something he’d experienced during his sexual exploration. He enjoyed the feeling of being full, of slowly working himself open to face a bigger challenge.

If only the bigger challenge were in the room with him.

“F-fuck, John,” Kyle moaned as he scissored his fingers like Price had recommended, moving them slow and then quickly to maximize the stretch. The stimulation was starting to feel dull, as if nothing was happening, as he slowly acclimated to the size of his own fingers. He whined in frustration as he tried to touch his prostate, but to no avail. “Shit,” he whispered. “Need you, fuck, need you John, please…”

He was so lost in his frustration and pleasure that he didn’t even hear the door creak as it opened, nor did he hear the low rumble come from the person behind him. “Hey there, sweetheart,” the husky voice said. Kyle lifted his head and looked over his shoulder to meet the hungry eyes of Captain John Price with teary eyes, silently begging for him to take over. “Couldn’t wait any longer?” Price asked, and Kyle nodded frantically. Price was so gorgeous just standing there, his cheeks red with heat and his arousal obvious in his pants. He had foregone his beanie, leaving his hair disheveled and messy, but Kyle thought he couldn’t look any better.

Kyle whined, pressing his fingers inside himself as much as he could, chasing that much wanted stimulation. “P-please, John, it’s not enough…”

Price quickly approached his struggling sergeant, shushing him as he gently pulled Kyle’s fingers out of his hole by his wrist, with Kyle groaning at the loss. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ve got you,” Price drawled, rubbing one hand against Kyle’s naked hip as he pulled a bottle of lube out of his pocket. “Got this at the store,” Price explained when Kyle looked at the bottle in confusion. “There’s condoms in the bag, too. Wanna make this good for you.”

And fuck, if Kyle’s face didn’t heat up at those words. Here they were, about to shag in the bathroom of a shitty gas station, and still Price placed Kyle’s comfort and safety as the utmost importance. Price could have easily just came in here and fucked Kyle stupid, taking everything he needed and give Kyle absolutely nothing, but instead he chose to be as considerate and accommodating as possible despite what they were about to do.

It really was impossible to not fall for John Price.

Those thoughts were shoved from the forefront of his brain as John gently pressed two cold, slick fingers against Kyle’s entrance. He moaned softly at the intrusion, the contrast between the cold of the lube and the heat from Price’s hand on his hip making him shiver. Price slowly started moving his fingers inside Kyle, slowly pumping his fingers in and out. It was tortuously slow– Kyle needed more, and he needed it now.

“Fucking hell, I won’t break,” he growled at Price, his earlier frustration rearing its ugly head at Price’s hesitance.

Price raised an eyebrow, a crafty smile spreading on his face. “Alright, darling, have it your way then.”

Kyle wasn’t expecting the spark of pleasure that zinged up his spine. Price quickly added another finger to his two, thrusting in hard and deep, poking and prodding around inside of Kyle. And fuck, when he found that fabled g-spot, Kyle nearly screamed. “Ah, fuck, John, right there, please!” he begged, and Price was more than happy to oblige.

Price took this opportunity to take a step closer to Kyle, plastering his clothed chest against Kyle’s warm back, nuzzling into the back of the other man’s neck. As he continued to work his fingers inside Kyle, he grazed his hand over the smooth skin of Kyle’s thigh, slowly moving inward towards his hanging cock.

Kyle’s eyes rolled back into his head when Price’s calloused hand wrapped around his cock. He made a choked noise, crying out as Price began to stroke his cock in tandem with his fingers inside of Kyle's hole. “O-oh my g-god, it’s t-too much,” he groaned, tears pricking at his eyes as the pleasure overwhelmed his system, every nerve ending alight with stimulation from Price’s deft hands.

Price’s lips ghosted over the side of his neck as he shushed the trembling man underneath him. “It’s okay, love, you can take it, doing so well for me darling,” he purred as Kyle’s moans steadily increased in volume.

The constant onslaught of pleasure was too much for Kyle. After being pent up for countless minutes in that stuffy car, Kyle was teetering on the edge almost as soon as Price had put his hands on him. And with Price’s thick digits fingering him just right, attacking his prostate repeatedly, he was sure he wasn’t going to last long.

He tried to protest as he rapidly approached his climax, but his tongue was simply too heavy in his mouth and his brain full of fog from the pleasure. “P-price, fuck, I’m close, f-fuck,” Kyle cried, the tears crowding his vision as he felt Price’s grip on his cock tighten. Kyle’s stomach flipped as he realized that Price was very much going to make him cum, but it was way too early to finish. “N-no, please, Price-”

“Cum for me, love,” Price’s deep voice softly said into his ear. Kyle could feel the scratchiness of his beard on his cheek, the soft puffs of breath gently floating over Kyle’s skin. “Don’t hold back.” Price’s hand sped up on Kyle’s cock and his fingers pressed harshly against his prostate.

And with that, Kyle threw his head back and came with a cry.

His orgasm covered Price’s fingers and palm with his spend, the rest of it splattering all over the floor underneath the sink. He shuddered as Price milked him through the orgasm, gently stroking Kyle’s cock as he coerced more and more cum out of the other man.

Soft mewls and whimpers were the only sounds that Kyle could make as his brain slowly came back online after that mind shattering orgasm. He felt Price’s chest rumble against his back, the other man chuckling at Kyle’s priceless reaction. The fingers slipped out of his hole and the hand released his cock, and Kyle whined at the emptiness that was left. His whole body felt like it was tingling, like he was almost floating, and the only thing grounding him was the heat emanating from Price’s body mixing with his own.

The first thing he hears when his hearing comes back is Price laughing at him, gently pressing his lips to the side of Kyle’s neck. “You’re a right beauty, Kyle,” Price breathed, the reverence in his tone making Kyle melt even further into the man. “Absolutely gorgeous performance.”

Kyle breathed a laugh, his system starting to come back online after that intense restart. “Didn’t want to finish that early,” he said, although there was little resistance in his tone. He was willing to take whatever Price was willing to give him, and if this was it, then he would call himself lucky.

“Oh, don’t worry, love,” Price said, stepping around Kyle to turn on the sink and rinse his hand of Kyle’s cum. This was the first clear look that Kyle was able to get of the other man– fully clothed, his beanie gone but every other article of clothing still intact, his cheeks flushed, and his lips wet. He finished washing his hand and returned to Kyle, who was still leaning against the sink as he recovered from his mind-blowing orgasm. Price smiled down at the other man, gently taking his chin in his hand. “After all that teasing in the car, I’m not done with you yet,” he growled, and Kyle shivered at the tone.

Price was the wolf, and Kyle was the lamb, all alone in the hunter’s clutches. He was all Price’s, body and soul, for as long as he would have him.

Kyle knew that because he was younger, his refractory period would be considerably better than most, but he still wasn’t ready for another round. “Fuck, Price,” he groaned, standing up to his full height and stretching his back. “Don’t think I’m quite ready for that yet.”

Price nodded, returning to his position behind Kyle, placing his hands on the sinful slopes of Kyle’s hips. “That’s alright, love,” he murmured, placing a gentle kiss to the back of Kyle’s neck. “I’ve got something for you to do in the meantime while you recharge.” He pulled Kyle’s hips back into his groin, groaning as he slowly grinded his clothed cock on Kyle’s bare ass.

“Fuck, Price,” Kyle groaned, his eyes widening as he felt the tent in Price’s pants against his ass. “Anything, sir.”

The title seemed to awaken something in Price, and he growled, digging his fingertips into Kyle’s hips. “God, you’re perfect,” he whispered, and he whirled Kyle around with his hands and pushed him down, coaxing him onto his knees in front of him. “Be a good boy for me and get it all wet, right?” he said, frantically fishing out his cock. He pushed his trousers out of the way, allowing his cock to dangle in front of Kyle’s face.

The sight of Price’s cock was enough to make Kyle forget that he was currently on his knees on the disgusting bathroom floor. He was certainly well-endowed, with the shaft framed by a groomed bush of hair. Kyle didn’t consider himself an expert, but Price’s cock was definitely among the biggest he’s ever seen. “Holy shit, Captain,” he said, a smile spreading across his face as he slowly leaned forward, delivering a small lick to the head.

Price smirked, placing a comforting hand on Kyle’s head as he licked at the head of his cock. “Impressed, Sergeant?” he asked playfully, and Kyle rolled his eyes. “You’ve no idea, sir,” he responded, and Price chuckled at his sergeant’s banter.

“Enough ogling, get to it,” Price said, his fingertips gently grasping Kyle’s cropped hair. Kyle nodded, giving a mock salute before slowly taking Price’s cock in his mouth, starting with the tip and slowly working until he was halfway down the shaft. He groaned when he closed his mouth around the girth, pulling his head back and pushing back down.

He widened his throat and slid his head down Price’s length, attempting to take the whole thing in his mouth. His eyes watered when Price’s cock hit the back of his throat, nearly choking him, but he breathed through his nose and remained focused on his mission. He buried his nose in Price’s pubic hairs, a soft moan emanating from his throat as he inhaled Price’s musk. It was sweaty and dirty, but Kyle couldn’t have cared less. It was Price, and it was his honor to be here right now.

A rough hand cradled Kyle’s cheek, and Kyle looked up at Price’s gorgeous face. The captain’s eyes were completely blown out and his cheeks red from arousal. “Fuck, you’re absolutely beautiful on your knees, Kyle,” he said reverently, and Kyle’s eyes fluttered from the praise. He could feel his dick getting hard again, recovering from their previous activities.

He braced his hands on the backside of Price’s thighs, giving himself leverage to resume moving his head. He rolled the tip around with his tongue, his cock twitching at the groan of pleasure that was ripped from Price’s throat. He could feel Price’s calloused fingers in his hair, gently massaging the skin of his scalp as he worked, and the softness of the touch almost made him want to cry.

Kyle was now at full mast, his cock fully hard, and he began lazily stroking himself. Even though he had just orgasmed a few minutes ago, he felt like he was raring to go again. If the feeling of Price’s finger inside him made him feel that good, then he could only imagine how good his cock would feel.

He pulled off Price's cock with a pop, leaving a small kiss to the tip and smiling at the way Price shivered under his touch. “Please, John,” he said, the scratchiness in his voice surprising him. “Need it inside, fuck…”

How could Price deny his sergeant when he asked so prettily? “Of course, darling,” he said, offering a hand to Kyle, who took it and stood to his full height. His legs were shaking from the adrenaline of the moment, and he nearly fell into Price, but managed to regain his balance before he could. A gentle hand laid itself against the small of Kyle’s back, steadying him, and he looked to Price with a smile. “Don’t go falling now,” Price commented. “Gotta make it so you can’t walk first.”

Kyle rolled his eyes at Price’s words. “All talk, no bite,” he teased. He walked to the other side of the bathroom, returning to his position bent over the sink. “C’mon, Price,” he whined. “Need it so bad.” Teasing Price was making Kyle’s heart race, like it was an exciting game to see what made Price tick the most.

Well, apparently his position was enough to break Price’s resolve. In quick fashion, hands were on his hips and something was pressing against his entrance. “Didn’t realize you were such a brat, Sergeant,” Price’s voice growled in his ear, and Kyle couldn't help himself but snicker at Price’s reaction.

“Do something about it then,” Kyle said, looking back at his Captain with a challenging look in his eyes.

Price groaned, his grip tightening on Kyle’s hip. “Insatiable little fucker,” he spat, and just like earlier, a finger entered his hungry hole. Kyle sighed as the full feeling from earlier returned, but it wasn’t enough to sate his need. He went to whine more to Price, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a sharp slap rang out as Price slapped the side of his ass. Kyle won’t admit it, but he had to hold back a whorish moan as the pain spread through his flank, soothed by the rubbing of Price’s hands. He looked back at Price with a quizzical look, too stunned to even speak. He knew he was fucked in the head, but to get off to getting spanked like that… what was there to even say in response to that?

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Price said with a cunning smile. “Couldn’t have you complaining while I got this.” He reached around to show Kyle what he had grabbed– a condom. Kyle nodded at the rubber in Price’s hand. Price was all about practicality and (Kyle’s) safety– even though they got tested pretty regularly, Price would be the kind to make sure that they were doing this cleanly.

Kyle would avoid the voice in his head telling him how nice it would feel to be stuffed full of Price’s cum. For now.

“Thanks for getting that,” Kyle said earnestly, twisting his body to watch as Price slowly slid the rubber over his cock.

“It’s no problem,” Price responded. “It’s no offense to you, but we both can’t risk anything.” As much as Kyle hated it, it was true.

Once the condom was fully in place, Price lined himself up with Kyle’s hole and gently pressed his head to it. Kyle was tempted to taunt Price more, to tell him to speed up because fuck, Price sure was taking his sweet time. But as Price pressed into Kyle’s hole, spreading the muscle and pushing the tip inside, the slight discomfort turned to a slight bit of pain. Kyle gasped, closing his eyes and gripping the sink. “S-shit, John,” he gasped, and Price shushed him as he continued to push inside at an agonizingly slow pace. “It’s alright, darling,” he said softly. “It’s your first time, it’s going to hurt a little bit. Deep breaths.”

Kyle followed Price’s advice, taking deep breaths as Price continued to move his cock into him. The pain wasn’t overwhelming, it was just different. Kyle has been faced with way worse– he’s been shot, cut with sharp knives, punched in countless different places– a little pain shouldn’t phase him.

A few seconds later, the pain faded away, replaced by that familiar full feeling, but instead, it was amplified by at least ten times the feeling of his own finger. A breath was punched out of his throat at the feeling, and his eyes widened in surprise. “J-john!” he called out in surprise, and chapped lips kissed the back of his neck. “Almost there, love,” Price said soothingly. “Doing so well for me.”

When Price bottomed all the way out, Kyle couldn’t help but moan. Price was right– his cock was much thicker than his fingers, and it was much bigger too. It felt like Price’s tip was just mere centimeters away from his prostate, and a little movement would make Kyle fall apart in an instant.

The good thing was the pain had mostly dissipated, leaving nothing but pleasure in its place. Kyle had to take a few steadying breaths to prepare himself for what was to come. It felt like the only thing his nerves could sense right now as the pleasure, and Price hadn’t even started moving his hips yet. “I-I’m good,” he said shakily, reassuring Price that he could start moving.

“Perfect little sergeant,” Price muttered, and with those last words, Price slowly pulled his hips back, and sharply slammed his cock back into Kyle. A moan was punched out of Kyle’s throat, and another as Price repeated the motion. “Holy shit, Kyle, you’re goddamn perfect,” Price growled, repeating his words from earlier as he grabbed Kyle’s hips, starting to slam into the man faster and faster.

Slaps echoed around the small room as Price started fucking into Kyle in earnest, grunts falling from his mouth with every thrust. Kyle couldn’t help but hold on to the sink for dear life as Price fucked into him like a rabid animal. He wouldn’t be surprised if the store clerk could hear them from their station at the counter– his moans were way too loud for anyone not to hear.

It was better than he could have imagined. Every pass saw Price’s cock sliding over his prostate, stimulating the area and making him clench with pleasure. “F-fuck, oh m-my god, J-john,” Kyle stuttered, his brain completely blue-screened as Price continued his brutal pace.

“Ha, so good, Kyle,” Price panted, his hands moving from Kyle’s hips to his shoulder, allowing him a new angle at which to thrust into Kyle’s prostate with. “Such a good sergeant, an even better hole to fuck,” he grunted, and to be described as just a hole to fuck made Kyle’s cock twitch.

Yeah, he would do anything for Price, even if it meant being his good little hole for the rest of his life.

Those chapped lips returned to his neck again, kissing and biting at the skin, and Kyle silently prayed that those bites would leave bruises as proof that this experience happened– proof that he wasn’t dreaming or that he hadn’t died and gone to heaven. He could feel his cock twitching with every pinprick of pain from his skin being bitten, and he could feel his orgasm slowly building in his abdomen.

Kyle cried out in pleasure as Price nipped at his earlobe. “Fuck! Price, please, fuck!” He didn’t know what he was begging for, but he knew he just wanted Price. Kyle’s pleas only made Price fuck him harder, fingers digging into Kyle’s shoulders as he panted into the other man’s ear.

“You know why I don’t talk to my family anymore?” Price snarled, his breathing hot and heavy in Kyle’s ear. “‘Cuz I’m too much of a sucker for pretty boys like you. Can’t keep myself away.” He accentuated his point by delivering more bites to the side of Kyle’s neck. “So fuckin’ delicious, all for me,” Price said, his voice dripping with possessiveness.

Kyle couldn’t help but whimper at those words, silently begging for Price’s fingers to leave bruises in the morning. “F-fuck, John, I-I’m your pretty boy,” he whimpered, his cock twitching at the words he found falling from his mouth. He wanted nothing more than to be Price’s pretty boy, to be touched and fucked just like this, to be praised and bitten, to be marked and claimed just like this.

“Yeah, you’re my pretty boy, such a pretty fuckin’ sergeant,” Price snarled, grunting as his thrusts slowed down in pace but increased in ferocity. “Fuck, Kyle, getting close.”

“Take it off,” Kyle heard himself saying before he could even think it through. “Take it off, John, please, w-wanna feel you inside, fuck!”

Price growled, laying a gentle kiss to his neck before pulling his cock out. “If that’s what you want, sweetheart,” he hummed, and just as quick as he had pulled out, he was back inside, thrusting like a beast into Kyle’s tight, welcoming hole. Fingers suddenly gripped Kyle’s hair, pulling his head up so he could see himself in the mirror with Price behind him. “Look at yourself when I cum in you,” Price snarled. “See how pretty you are, how you were made for my cock.”

Kyle squeezed his eyes shut despite the order, groaning as Price continued to slam into him at a brutal pace. The pleasure was positively blinding– feeling it was one thing, but seeing it would be absolutely overwhelming. He could feel Price’s thrusts become more sloppy and erratic, the slaps of Price’s pelvis on Kyle’s ass growing in ferocity. Little growls fell from Price’s mouth as he tightened his hold on Kyle’s hips, squeezing Kyle’s attractive figure. The man underneath him was making the most beautiful noises– every moan, every breath, every quivering word was like music to Price’s ears.

Price finally lets go with one final thrust, groaning in relief as he thrust his cum into Kyle, his head thrown back and his eyes glazed over with pleasure. He lazily pumped his hips forward, fucking the cum further into Kyle, soft words falling from his mouth in soft mumbles. “Yeah, take my cum, get it all in you, good boy,” he drawled, his brain and body in euphoria from the release.

It made sense that both of them were as pent up as they were– Price had forgotten how far along they were in their journey, but it was safe to say that they had traveled somewhere between 300 and 500 miles without a single stop. Price was determined to make it to their target in quick fashion, but the distraction of Kyle’s whorish moans from the back seat combined with his own boner angrily pressing against his boxers made him pull over. The two of them had been in the car together for far too long, the sexual tension hanging thick in the air, and it had all blown up in their faces.

Not that either were complaining.

With a deep breath, Price pulled out of Kyle, watching the cum slowly drip out of the man in awe. Possessiveness curled in his gut. He was the one to do that, no one else. He was the one to make his sergeant moan like that- he was the one who got the honor to be inside Kyle Gaz Garrick.

As if in a trance, Price took his finger and pushed the cum back inside Gaz, who whimpered at the feeling of the liquid returning to his leaking hole. “Such a good boy,” Price mumbled, and Gaz shivered at the soft praise.

Price started to gently rub circles into Kyle’s hip, helping the sergeant come down from their recent activities, and that’s when he notices that Kyle is still rock hard, his cock hanging uselessly between his legs. He tsked– that simply won't do. He wrapped his hand around Kyle’s cock, laughing softly at the way that Gaz’s body stiffened at the contact, and gently started stroking it. “Did so well for me, baby,” he purred, pressing soft kisses to the plane of Kyle’s back. “You deserve another one, I think.”

“Y-yes, p-please, John,” Kyle moaned, his hips bucking into the touch. To be fair, he was teetering on the edge of his second orgasm when Price had finished, but he wasn’t close enough to cum on Price’s cock (that only slightly disappointed him). His legs and ass were sore from Price’s treatment, but the slight pain was grounding and almost welcomed. He could feel Price’s cum dripping out of him, and his back was hurting from bending over the sink, but he could care less. He felt dizzy, like he was floating, and the only thing keeping him tethered to this reality was Price’s rough hand on his cock.

The sensations suddenly disappeared, with Price taking his hand off of Kyle’s cock, causing him to groan in dissatisfaction. “W-wha…” he said, his brain mush. Price was going to take his ability to speak and walk straight, and he was going to leave him like this? A cruel world.

Price gently shushed Kyle’s complaints, maneuvering Kyle’s body so that he’s no longer bending over. He winced at the way that Kyle’s joints creaked because of the movement, but he continued moving Kyle so that he sat on the toilet of the bathroom, his hardened cock sticking straight up in the air and slapping against his naval.

“Price?” Kyle asks, looking up through bleary eyes at his captain. He watches with awe as Price slowly drops to his knees, looking up at Kyle as if he’s his entire galaxy. “Not gonna leave you like that,” Price said reassuringly, his eyes flicking to Kyle’s cock. He chuckles as he returns his hand to Kyle’s cock. “Absolutely gorgeous, Kyle.”

The praise made Kyle’s cock twitch slightly, a small smile growing on his face. “You’ve got a repetition problem, boss,” Kyle said weakly, some of his previous bravado returning to him. Price just smiled, shaking his head, and then the head of Kyle’s cock disappeared into Price’s mouth.

Kyle has to slap his hand over his mouth to prevent himself from moaning at max volume. It wasn’t like the cashier or any other shoppers didn’t know what was going on in here, but he figured that he’d spare their ears of his noises for their own sake. He watched wordlessly, whimpering into his hand as Price worked his cock, his tongue swirling around the tip and licking the rest of the shaft on the way down.

“Fuck, fuck, John, getting close,” Kyle breathed, that familiar fire pooling in his stomach as Price continues to suck his soul out straight through his dick. He was so damn close, and Price’s mouth was so damn hot and pliable. He could feel Price’s beard scratching against his thighs as he fully took Kyle’s cock in his throat, the entire thing disappearing before Kyle’s very eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying desperately not to buck into Price’s mouth so as not to choke the man. But he was only human, and with the temptation of his release on the horizon, he couldn’t help but thrust slightly into Price’s heat.

Hearing Price's gag was absolute music to his ears, and Kyle groaned, one hand desperately gripping Price’s shoulder while the other buried itself in Price's messy hair. “Fuck! John! I-I’m gonna-”

That was the only warning that John got before there was a salty explosion in his mouth. Kyle’s orgasm washed over him, taking all of the tension out of his shoulders as he shot his load down Price’s welcoming throat.

Kyle came back to reality to an almost desperate tapping on his thigh, and he looked down to see Price’s beautifully flushed face, his mouth still wrapped around his cock, and his eyes filling with tears as Kyle held him in place on his cock. “Shit,” Kyle said, immediately releasing Price, who pulled off Kyle's cock with a thundering cough. “Sorry, John,” Kyle said, his face burning with embarrassment.

Price laughs, clearing his throat and shaking his head. “Don’t apologize, sweetheart,” he said, his voice rough and wrecked. “Just meant you enjoyed my services.”

Kyle nods. “A little too much if I say so myself.”

They clean up in silence, utilizing the toilet paper in the bathroom to clean up the excess fluids on their bodies. Kyle winces as he tries to push Price’s cum out of his ass– it would not be comfortable to be sitting on that for the rest of their trip– but to no avail. He groaned and complained about it to Price, who was staring down at Kyle’s naked body as if in a trance. Price just shrugs, saying that Kyle had begged so prettily to fill him up, so he couldn’t just not listen to him.

Kyle rolled his eyes with a smile. He had asked for it. It was like he was carrying around a part of Price inside of him, and he was proud to have that honor.

When they both deemed themselves satisfactory for the public, they returned their clothes to their rightful limbs and exited the bathroom one by one. Kyle groaned in pain after his first steps out of the bathroom. “Jesus, Price,” he gasped. “What the hell did you do to me?”

A low rumble emanated from Price’s throat behind him, and he slid a hand around Kyle’s hips, supporting the man as he limped through the store. “You’re gonna be sore after your first time, love. You’ve got plenty of time to rest in the car.” He could hear the triumphant tone in Price’s voice, clearly proud of his handiwork.

Kyle feigned annoyance, but he couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter at the feeling of Price’s hands on his body in a soft context. Price’s hands were those of a killer– of a man who had likely never used his hands for anything besides holding a gun. And yet, when those hands touched Kyle, they brought shivers to his skin, so light and considerate.

The sinking feeling settled in his chest. What was he doing here? That question wasn’t about him being with Price anymore– he knew that being with Price was his destiny. But why was he literally fucking his superior for a sick thrill in the middle of a damn mission?

Kyle half walked half limped out of the gas station store under Price’s watchful eye, a hurricane of emotions flying through his head once the post-orgasm haze dissipated. He listened to Price thank the cashier for his services, and he shook his head to himself. Hopefully they didn’t traumatize them too badly with their antics.

The cold air of the night was sorely welcomed by Gaz, who desperately took a deep breath to calm his racing heart. Physically, he felt good– really good. Price had taken him apart and put him back together piece by piece. But mentally… everything he thought he knew about himself and his relationship with Price was thrown into question.

They get into the car, with Kyle slipping into the passenger seat this time rather than the backseat. Price raised his eyebrow at the choice, but if he had any reservations, he didn't say so.

“Alright, Sergeant,” Price says, his voice so soft, but the use of the word “sergeant” sends daggers into Kyle’s heart. “Got you feelin’ good. Let’s complete our journey.”

All Kyle could offer was a grunt and a nod. His body was sore and his mind in hysterics

“If you’re hungry, there’s snacks in a bag in the back. Bought ‘em with the condoms,” Price said as he kickstarted the ignition, pulling out of the gas station.

Kyle can’t help himself from smiling. “You’re a right bastard, Price.”

“Damn straight, Sergeant.”

They fell into another comfortable silence, but Kyle still continued to squirm in his seat. He couldn’t get those hands out of his head– the same hands that had killed so many, the same hands that had grasped his cock only moments ago, the same hands that had gently grasped his waist to stop him from falling on his jelly legs. The same hands that were attached to perhaps the greatest and most terrifying man he’d ever met– a man that could simultaneously be his greatest victory and his hardest downfall.

“I can hear you thinking from here, Kyle,” Price said suddenly, and Kyle jumped at the accusation. He opened his mouth to deflect, to deny, to do anything besides admit the fact that maybe he had attached himself to his captain a little too hard, but Price interrupts before he can speak.

“Don’t lie to me. You’re fidgeting. Again, I might add.”

Kyle sighed. Curse Price and his observational skills.

“What are we doing here?” he asks quietly– the second time in 8 hours he’s asked this question. Only this time, he doesn’t mean threatening innocent women and children for intel. He means what were they doing specifically– them two, Kyle and John, Gaz and Price, Sergeant and Captain.

Price frowned, his eyes still focused on the road. “I don’t follow.”

“What are we, John?” he asked, the question hanging heavy in the air.

Price considered the question, his eyes unwavering and unblinking as he stared at the road. “We’re still professional, Kyle,” he responded. “Nothing will change that.”

“But what if I wanted it to change?”

The silence was perhaps deafening as the admittance hung in the air. Price’s face was stone cold, his mouth set in a straight line. Kyle could tell he was grinding his teeth, a nasty habit that he found out that Price developed back in London, but something he did when he was under extreme duress.

“Nothing can change, Sergeant.” Price’s tone is absolute. “We’re soldiers. We have professionalism to uphold.”

“You just fucked the shit out of me in a fucking gas station bathroom, and you want to pretend that nothing happened?” Kyle accused, his anger boiling over at the situation that he allowed himself to fall into. “Fuck your professionalism. You pulled over on a mission to fuck your insubordinate senseless. We are way past that.”

Silence once again spread throughout the car, tension suddenly extremely high between the two men. Price was clenching his jaw, his shoulders tense under Kyle’s accusations. Kyle waited for an answer, a response, anything. He didn’t care what Price said– a rationalization for his behavior, an order for discharge– he just wanted him to say something.

But of course, Price stayed silent. Kyle laughs, but there’s no mirth behind the sound.

“I can’t do that, Price,” Kyle said. “I-I’m not like that.” Truth be told, leaving this whole situation unsolved was making Kyle feel like a common whore, like Price took him aside to fuck him and would throw him to the side of the road when he lost interest. Throw aside all of Kyle’s proficiency and personality– he was nothing more than a cocksleeve.

When Price speaks, it’s barely above a whisper. “That truly meant something to you?”

Kyle nodded, bringing his legs to his chest and hugging himself. “It did.”

“It shouldn’t have.”

Kyle squeezed his eyes tight. Hoped he could just disappear. “You’re right.” He takes a deep breath, and admits it all. “But it did.”

Price’s silence nearly drives Kyle to jump out of the moving car. But he’s come this far now, so he might as well commit.

“Goddamit, John,” Kyle said, rubbing his tired eyes. “I don’t know how you roped me into this– into you– but you did. And dare I say you’re partial for me too. You can’t just call me your pretty boy and then move on like you didn’t, as much as you may want to.”

He stopped talking, leaving Price time to interrupt.

He doesn’t.

So Kyle doesn’t either. He’s said all he wanted to say.

He’s considering taking Price’s silence as his answer.

“It’s all uncrossable lines and red tape, Kyle,” Price finally said, and Kyle thinks he can hear a hint of sadness in his voice.

Kyle almost snorted at the hypocrisy of Price’s statement. Lines weren’t an issue beforehand.

A small smile grows on Kyle’s face. “A wise man once told me that lines can be redrawn,” he said. “And sometimes, we draw the line where we need it.”

A ghost of a smile dashes across Price’s face. “Don’t use my own words against me,” he pleaded, but even Kyle could tell he could see the merit in his argument. They could do this, if they put the work into it. And while it seemed fucking crazy and rushed, Kyle felt that this was something that he needed to do if he and Price were going to keep their cohesiveness on the field.

“Now, if I’m reading this wrong,” Kyle said cautiously, “and you don’t feel the same, we can just forge-

“No, no,” Price interrupted. “I-I do, uh, feel that way.”

And to accentuate his point, one of Price’s hands hesitantly slipped into Kyle’s hand, giving it a soft squeeze of reassurance.

Kyle felt like his heart could fucking explode. He had not expected this conversation to go like this at all– he’d expected to be told that Price was kicking him off the task force, that this was insanely unprofessional, perhaps even demoted.

But the army twists one’s perception of love. Love wasn’t roses and soft-spoken words while cuddled up against each other. Love was taking a bullet for one another, facing fear and terror together against the world. Love was the short words of affirmation and the gentle smiles. Love was like the debris caused by an explosion, as if one of Cupid’s arrows exploded from the blast and hit you in the side.

“Look,” Price said, taking a deep breath before continuing to speak. “I’m not the best with feelings, but… you have surpassed all of my expectations and more. You’re truly a treasure, Kyle.”

Kyle could feel the blush creeping up his face. “Thank you, John.”

Price’s hand disentangled from Kyle’s, leaving his hand cold and empty. “Once this mission is over,” Price breathed, taking one second to look deep into Kyle’s eyes. “Come find me. That’s an order, Sergeant.”

Kyle smiled. That was an order he thought he could follow very easily. “Yes, sir.”

— Bonus Scene —

“Gaz, c’mere.”

Gaz looks up from putting his gear on and sees Price gesturing for him to come closer. He was just about to put on his night vision goggles, which was the last thing they needed before rolling out to the target site. They arrived in Baurci only a few hours earlier, and after making contact with Price’s informants, were delivered to their fellow soldiers waiting outside of Barkov’s estate. He smiles at the older man, complying and sliding up next to him. “Yes, sir?”

Price looks down at the other man, taking in those radiant brown eyes. “You come back to me alive, alright Sergeant?”

Gaz nods, a coy smile still plastered to his face. “Of course, sir.”

“Good.” Suddenly, gloved fingers are on his chin, and Price is in his face, gently pressing his lips against Kyle’s own, his arm wrapping around Kyle’s hip. Kyle melts into the touch, enjoying the feeling of Price’s lips on his for as long as possible.

It’s far too short for Kyle’s taste, but it's like a slice of heaven, of something to look forward to, a reason to survive until the next day.

It’s a promise.