Dropped Into My Head This Morning - Tumblr Posts
It is the middle of the night, moon having risen to its zenith, shining its cold white light through the glass of your window, illuminating the small glass globe with a night sky depicted in it. You couldn’t sleep. Something kept you awake, kept you from closing your eyes for more than a few minutes. Your body can’t relax. The day had been stressful, and it had frayed your nerves. You needed something to relax yourself, something to get rid of all the stress and pressure. Training always helped you the most, the working of your muscles, sweat dripping down your brow and neck, the loosening of muscles.
This was exactly what you needed.
The way to the training rooms is not far, it’s only out of the barracks and once over the outside sport track to the hall. And the door to the training rooms is thankfully always open, for when other soldiers and coworkers have shift change and need some exercise. So, it’s not surprising that the door to the rooms is open, green light shining at the side of the number pad lock at the side of the main door. A main door that is already a bit opened, letting a shine of yellow and whitish light out into the night, illuminating your path.
What is surprising is the sound that has you stopping in your tracks. Your hand is outstretched to open the door fully, your fingers brushing the edge of the door, your foot lifted to take the next step, lips parted to call out a greeting to whoever is inside, when you freeze.
The sound reaching your ears is a deep and low moan, echoing through the training room and outside. And it doesn’t stay with one, its followed by another, longer and louder moan and the sounds of a hand slapping the training mats repeatedly.
You creep closer, can’t help yourself, can’t help the curiosity eating you, wanting to know who is making this sounds. And what you see, has your eyes widen and your teeth sinking into the meat of your palm to stay quiet.
You can see two of your coworkers, two of the Taskforce under Captain Price. You know them by the names of Ghost and Soap, a duo of men that are barely apart for a longer length of time for as long as you are on base now. And you hadn’t given the rumors much thought, but, by everything holy, this… - This!
Ghost is standing on top of the training mat, his back towards you, slightly leaned over, his legs spread out for a firmer stance. His pants are hanging low on his hip, lopsided and barely covering his ass as his boxershorts is also pulled down slightly and in an angle, indicating that its probably lower in front than what you can see. There is sweat glistening at the small of his back and you can hear him grunting. One of his hands is out of view but the other -
“Oh God! Dinnae pull it oot." -the other is holding up a hairy leg belonging to the Scotsman laying on the mat from what you can see in between Ghosts spread legs. Soaps foot is pressing into Ghost’s hand, the other naked and bare leg hooked around the Lieutenants hip tightly. Soap is only laying with his upper body on the mat, his hands scrambling over the rough surface as he curses, searching for something to hold on to, his lower body is up and probably against the hips of Ghost, you think. A pile of cloth, unidentifiable for you, lays beside the mat, but the Scottish flag can be seen on the cloth.
“English, MacTavish.” Ghost growls lowly, his hand holding the foot changing its grip to pull the other man even closer, his hips pressing forwards as Soap moans out aloud again, eyes closed, and head thrown backwards onto the mat. "Ye're splitten me apart!" the Scotsman groans, hips bucking, his legs twitching. “Push against me, just a little bit more, you can take it, can’t you?” Ghost growls, head tilting to the side, mask slightly rolling upwards to show the sweat slick side of his neck in the overhead lights.
“Good lad, just a bit more, trust me, you can take it, its not the first time.” Soap’s mouth falls open, a heavy and lewd sounding moan falling from his glistening lips. "God, it feels amazing, dinnae hold back!" – „Never.“
You can’t help the whimper as you watch Ghosts hips twitch forward and the sudden moan of the Scot has you blushing furiously. You can’t watch this! You shouldn’t be watching this!
With a soft mewl, hidden under another of the Scotsman’s curses and groans, you suddenly turn and run. A cold shower would do you wonders now! You won’t be able to look them into the eyes in the coming days! ------------------------------------------
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Extra: “I told you to stretch before the workout, you Idiot.” "Ah reckoned Ah wis supple enough fur a wee bit o' exercise wi ye." “Entglish, Soap.” “…. Noted and not doing this again, my leg is killing me.” “Eat more bananas, helps with the cramps.”