Kissing yours right back

Me too 🥹🥹❤️❤️

I love Simon being a bit cheeky. Also, the idea of my mind of Ghost collapsing on top of a sweaty Johnny and kissing him while laughing wouldn't leave my brain.
Please blame my instagram algo for giving me this idea hahaha.

He shoves Simon's mask out of the way, the both of them huffing in laughter as their mouths meet over and over.
"Bloody fucking menace," John tells him, allowing his boyfriend to kiss him over and over.
"Maybe," Simon murmurs, offering him that rare, lopsided smile. "But you love it."

"Ack, ye fucking --" and on the next lift, John lifts up, grabbing Simon's balaclava and pulling him down. He groans as the whole of Simon's weight crushes him, but he thinks it's a sacrifice he's willing to make.

"Thought you said it wouldn't be an issue."
"Yer fuckin' massive Simon," John grits, straining his neck as he presses a chaste kiss against the fabric of the balaclava. "And you could help me out some."
"Don't think so," Simon replies, a bit bored. "Like watching you struggle a bit."

John grumbles as he begins, having to not only bench Ghost on top of him, but strain his neck like a damn giraffe to reach the man's mouth.
He's able to get a few done before he starts to tire. "Oh, what's this, getting tired already?" Ghost teases, wiggling his hips.

"Nah, not going to make this easy for you, Johnny. Each rep gets a kiss, think you can reach?" John can see the corner of Simon's eyes crinkle, knows he's smiling beneath the mask before he adds; "You little short arse."

"Well go on then," Simon murmurs, amusement lacing every word. "Let's see you bench me properly, yeah?"
Johnny of course loves a challenge, and grabs the man's hips to begin his exercise, only for Ghost to shake his head.

Ghost watches him for a moment, an amused smile curling beneath the balaclava as he walks over. "Want to try the real deal then?"
Johnny's eyes go wide, an excited nod as he puts the bar back into place. "Let me --"
But instead, Ghost sits down directly on top of his thighs.

Johnny who looks at Ghost and ask how much he weighs while working out at the gym. Ghost knows exactly where this is going, and tells Johnny his weight. Of course, because Johnny is being a cheeky little shit, he starts hip thrusting with exactly 220lb, grinning at Ghost all the while.

For reaaaaal

Omgggg Johnny is OUT like a light 🥹🥰🥰🥰

Clara convinces Simon to get Snapchat and he only uses it to send her mildly embarrassing pictures of Johnny.

They get back safe and sound and go on leave together. They tell each other while tangled together in bed how in love they are with the other.
When they come home a month later, they have matching twin bands on their left hands. <3
A little canon drabble since I rarely write it

"I am too," John tells him, leaning back to see those golden, whisky eyes he loves so much. "So maybe we can be shit at it together."
"Yeah," Simon tells him, closing the space between them again, kissing soft and slow. "Together, Johnny."

"Never."
"Never, Johnny," Simon murmurs in return. "After this is done, we should..." he sucks in a sharp breath, a small chuckle that makes a grin split John's cheeks. "M' a bit shit at this."

But he hears what Simon is saying. There are no guarantees in their line of work, never have been. But if Simon is here, breaking every rule to be so, then he made one of his own. "You won't lose me, Simon," John tells him, cupping his jaw.

"This scares me, Johnny" Simon says lower. "Can't lose you."
John's breath catches. He knows Simon is a man of few words, his emotions buried beneath steel and armor, under years of being told he wasn't good enough.

John huffs, trembling arms wrapping as well as they can around Simon's waist. "Nothing scares you."
Simon is quiet for a moment, a kiss to John's brow, to a bleeding cut near his eye. "This does," Simon murmurs, his words so soft John nearly doesn't hear them over the rain.

They can't linger here, but John doesn't want this to stop. Simon kisses him deeper, harder, like if he needs a reminder that Johnny is real. His fingers glide to the hollow of John's throat, his gloved thumb swiping across his fluttering pulse. "You fucking scared me."

"You came back for me," John rasps, kissing Simon so hard that copper blooms on his tongue. "Ye fuckin' eejit."
"Course I did," Simon murmurs, capturing John's lip, the intensity of everything simmering down into something slow and honeyed.

John yanks Simon's mask out of the way, and their lips collide. It's violent and vicious, that same spark, that same bloodshed felt in each slide of their lips against one another. Ghost grips him tightly, pushing Johnny back into a shadowed alcove, away from any potential harm.

And after a few minutes when the silence falls, John can do nothing but stare.
Ghost stands a few feet away, tac vest covered in blood. And yet one word from him has John closing the distance between them -- "Johnny."

And like the specter he's known for, Ghost appears from the fog, holding his gun forward as he takes down the rest. John sprints from his hiding spot, taking down another two with the knives strapped to his thighs, a gift from Ghost last Christmas.

The soldiers begin falling like trees, a panic in the air, bullets going off rapidly in a frenzy to find out who is shooting at them.
John's heart clenches tightly in his chest, an elation burning bright and hot, because he *knows* who's come for him.

The barrel clicks when the gun empties, and John knows he needs to run. A few bullets ricochet off the metal surrounding his hiding spot, and yet right as John goes to move, another shot rings out.

He angles his shot, and from his little spot of cover he begins to knock soldiers back. John's a crack shot, and while he knows he doesn't have enough bullets, he's at least not wasting any.

Wishes that Simon was here now. Wishes he could hear shit jokes so that John could tell Simon how awful he is, which really translates into, 'your jokes are terrible, but I'd listen to them for the rest of my life, if you'd let me'.

But here, with gunshots breaking the silence, John wishes he could go back.
Wishes he could kiss him, wishes he could tell him how he feels.