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collection of old stupid images from the depths of my files
#i got nothing and i dunno when else i’d post these if at all so. here it is#honestly love drawing over random images bc it makes for a genuinely good warmup doodle#johnny gat#aisha#troy bradshaw#torque
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Back Together
Part 17
Pairing: Soap x Ghost
WC: 6k
Synopsis: We putting furniture together and breaking it
Warnings: Imma just say a general NSFW 18+ warning, minors DNI
Pieces were scattered around the now empty room. They had thrown the boxes of clothes into the guest bedroom to get them out of the way while they were working but so far the most the two had done was argue about which pieces connected where. Ghost was holding the instructions in his hand, his ears red in anger and his knuckles white from the force of his grip on the thin paper, it was gonna tear apart soon if he kept holding on to it. Hazel eyes stared Soap down with a death glare unlike any other, and yet still didn't even faze the Scotsman. The dark haired man was looking at the picture on the box, pointing between one of the framing boards in the picture and to the one laying on the ground, "Ghost I'm telling ye. Ye attach the leg where the braces go on the other side. I mean look at the picture, are ye gonnae tell me that I'm wrong?"
The big man took in a deep breath, the frown on his face deepening before he dropped the instructions letting them fall to the floor, "Fine."
Soap gave a firm nod then and started attaching the pieces how he saw them in the picture, ignoring the instructions on the ground and Ghost’s unhelpful form standing idly. Finally the Scotsman shot him a glare, "You could at least hand me the bolts and the nuts." Ghost growled at his words but leaned down and picked up the bag and threw one of the bolts at him whenever he asked from his spot near the bathroom door. He put the drawers in the storage bed together painfully slowly by himself. It was hard to hold the torque wrench, the bolts, and the pieces he was putting together with only two hands. Soap’s hand threw up in the air, "Please Ghost would ye help me hold the feckin boards? I cannae do it meself. I dinnae have enough hands man!" His accent was coming out thick now, his voice near shouting at the unmasked Ghost.
Hazel eyes narrowed at him with a glare before he hobbled carefully towards him before shrugging, "Damn Johnny, seems I can't get over there with the crutches and all."
Soap's face was red in anger to match Ghost’s now as he dropped the boards, "Ye know what? Awa' n bile yer heid. I'm gonnae go eat lunch. I'll come back to this later when yer attitude is better." The Scotsman dropped the tools and headed for the door, marching down the hallway with tension in his shoulders, and furious curses escaping his lips. He opened the fridge, making himself a bowl of the stew from the night before, begrudgingly making a second bowl to give to the Brit. He was angry and frustrated, but he didn't want to keep the arguments alive, and everyone knew the easiest way to settle an argument between anyone, give the motherfucker food. He heated them both up, fingers tapping against the granite countertops as he ignored the feeling of eyes burning into his spine. Sure enough when he turned around Ghost was there, leaning on his crutches and watching him with an annoyed look. "Here ye go, I made ye one too." Soap sat the bowl down in front of one of the stools, shoving a spoon into it and returning to where his own bowl was sitting on the counter.
Ghost stared at it for a moment before he sat down, unable to resist the smell of the stew he had devoured the night before like a starving dog. Soap cast his eyes down to the floor before pushing himself up onto the counter and eating his own slowly. They both had been frustrated with one another, unsure why the other couldn't just listen and do what they were told. A break was exactly what they needed though, especially a lunch break. Soap had been on the grind all day, going for a run all the way to the base to pick up Ghost's truck. He had then drove it all the way to the Furniture Depot, loaded the boxes by himself, drove back to Ghost’s house, and then unloaded them all by himself as well. Not to mention he had unpacked the box on his own since Ghost couldn't do any heavy lifting, and he was sure watching Soap doing everything on his own was driving the Lieutenant mad. The man liked doing things and being active, watching the other man doing everything he wanted to be doing had to be frustrating, without a doubt. It didn’t mean that him being annoying and stubborn just for the hell of it was ok though.
They ate quietly, neither one wanting to be the one to light the spark to their arguing once again. Soap was the first to finish, pushing off the counter and putting his bowl in the sink, he could wash them later when he was done putting that damn bed together. Ghost stood up as Soap turned to leave the kitchen and the Scotsman stopped to watch as he tried to pick up the bowl and walk with the crutches. He felt his jaw clench and he let out a deep breath before taking a step back towards the bar. Soap took the bowl out of the other man’s hand with a shake of his head, “You’re gonna fall on your face if you try that.” He set the bowl down in the sink leaving Ghost to trail behind him back to the bedroom.
He was sitting on the ground holding the boards together as he tried to bolt them. The frustration was building as he screwed the bolts in slowly, holding in a breath as he tried to keep his head on straight without blowing another fuse. Soap didn’t even notice him until Ghost stepped up beside him, lowering himself to the ground with a grunt and one leg until they were sitting side-by-side. The Scotsman turned to look at him with a defeated look on his face until Ghost gave him a soft smile, “Let me have the torque wrench, I’ll tighten and you hold the boards.”
Soap immediately handed him the wrench with a sigh of relief, “Thank Christ, I couldn’t take that shite anymore.” He put the boards together and watched as Ghost tightened some of them together. “Couldn’t take being quiet either, I’m not built for awkward silences Lt.” Ghost gave him a huff of agreement they both knew Johnny couldn’t be quiet if his life depended on it, literally.
They bolted the boards together, until the frame stood up on its legs, the drawers sliding into their respective spaces on the side of the frame. Soap stood beside the bed looking down on what they had put together with a proud smile. He turned his gaze up to the Lieutenant, “I told you we could do it without those stupid instructions Ghost. You should listen to me more often.”
Ghost watched the frame skeptically before glancing sideways at him, “Is that right…Aren’t you forgetting something Johnny?” Soap’s eyebrows furrowed, thinking quietly to himself before shaking his head and adding a shrug for good measure. “The mattress,” the Lieutenant deadpanned at him.
Soap’s eyes lit up “Oh yeah!” The Scotsman held up a finger and then ran out the door past him and back down the hall to the first bedroom where Ghost had showed him the mattress he had brought with him from wherever he had lived before. Soap dragged the mattress back down the hall, pushing it through the door past Ghost and lifting it up so that as he let it down it fell backwards onto the frame. It slotted in nicely and Soap’s smile lit up the room again, “Now it’s done.” Ghost gave him a quiet nod, not meeting his eyes as he turned to the door and headed out. Soap followed him quietly back out to the living room, watching the man disappear into the kitchen. The Scot stopped by the wall outlet, looking back down to the power tools and the two batteries sitting on the ground before scooping them up and following Ghost to the laundry room.
He was stopped by Ghost’s chest blocking him from going inside the room. His nose pressed against his shirt for a moment before he took a step back looking up at the tall man. “You should put these away…far away.”
Ghost stared at the compact circular saw and batteries that the shorter man was holding out to him. Finally, the man took it from him and grumbled, “Fine.” The door shut once again and he heard him rustling around in the room for a moment before he reappeared holding a set of sheets now. Soap took a step back, taking the sheets from his outstretched hands, his finger running across the back of Ghost’s hand as he pulled away, both glancing up at one another before turning their eyes back down to the floor. Soap dropped a hand to the hem of his shirt, lifting it to wipe the sweat off his face before he let it drop again. Glancing over his shoulder at the other man whose face was clearly flushed in the light of the kitchen. Soap ducked his head and hurried out and back down the hall to go put the sheets on the bed.
He had just finished putting them on when he turned to find Ghost in the doorway, watching him, he was always watching and sneaking. Soap glanced down at the bed, “It’s ready to use now Lt." He gave the bed a firm pat with one hand and asked, "Ready to sleep in an actual bed for once?” Ghost looked past him and nodded in answer, returning a hard look to his face, silent at the most uncomfortable time he could be. Soap ignored it though, like he always did and slid by the big man heading for the guest bedroom to steal more clothes so he could shower.
He heard Ghost trailing him, stopping in the doorway as Soap rifled through the bins, watching as he grabbed more clothes for the both of them. "I call dibs on the shower Lt, I smell like a fuckin horse," Soap said over his shoulder as he headed down the hall, still avoiding the gaze of the big man following him. He didn't wait for an answer though, just closed the door into the room and hung both sets of clothes up on the towel rack that he just realized Ghost never actually used for towels. He stripped and hopped in, washing the sweat off his skin and letting the warm water untense his muscles, trying his best to forget the burning desire he was sure he had seen in those hazel eyes. And yet as sure as he was that he had seen it he knew that it couldn't be real because they had set the boundary, well Ghost had set the boundary anyway, and he had been right. Neither of them could afford to break it and open up a can of worms they had no idea how to reseal.
Soap groaned, his forehead leaning forward against the wall of the shower, smacking against it repetitively as he tried to forget, begging his mind to let it go. "Probably not the best idea, just got over the last one," he muttered to himself, nearly forgetting why he and Ghost had been left behind in the first place. The Sergeant looked down at himself, taking a couple deep breaths to calm and center himself before he turned the shower off and got out, drying and dressing himself again. Once more the short sleeve shirt was too big, though at least the sleeves weren't loose around his arms, his own biceps filling out the shirt nicely. The joggers he had grabbed for himself clung to his ankles and gathered at the bottom, if he had grabbed the man's sweatpants he would have been dragging the pants legs underfoot with every step. He smirked at the thought, shaking his head and heading for the door.
He opened it to step out and was once again met with the Lieutenant's chest, his face pressing against the fabric of his shirt and his nose breathing in the scent of pine. Soap furrowed his brow to look up at the man and with sarcasm dripping from his tone said, "You know if you keep doing this Ghost I'm gonna start thinking you like my head between your tits."
Ghost watched him with that same look from before, hazel eyes burning as he stared down at him and then shrugged, "Maybe I do." Soap looked away for barely a second and Ghost shouldered by him this time, leaning his crutches on the sink as he sat on the lowered toilet seat. Blue eyes watched quietly, looking up to inspect his face for a moment before he left the bathroom to get the plastic wrap and the duct tape so the big man could take a shower. And also to hide himself for a moment to process Ghost's words away from those staring eyes.
A war raged inside him, it felt almost like Ghost was taunting him. Like the man wanted Soap to do something now, to make a move he had already made and lost out on once. He was tempting him with burning stares that lit a flame in the Scotsman that he wasn't sure the Lieutenant could smother if he kept this up. He had told Soap no, he had said it as plain as day, so why would he ever try to entice him again? Why would he hold the fruit in front of him and tell him never to go near it? Or was Ghost playing the role of the snake and he Eve, driving him closer and closer to the one thing he couldn't have in hopes he would take it. Did Ghost want him to be the one to take the first bite? Would Ghost let him take that bite? Had his mind changed from the last time it had been brought up? Thoughts were running wild in his mind, he couldn't control them anymore. He had been trying so desperately to respect Ghost's wishes, to be only his friend, but had that made him blind to some change in the Lieutenant? Had he not considered that the stubborn man's mind could be changed?
Soap stopped in the doorway of the bathroom, Ghost glancing up at him from where he was sitting before returning to shimmying his shorts off as best as he could, his torso already bare and shirt laying on the ground. Blue eyes took in the view slowly, eyes sliding over the scarred skin, catching on every line made by a bullet or knife and tracing the black lines of the tattoos that decorated his pale form. Soap watched the muscles move underneath skin, just barely contained by his fleshy prison. The man turned his gaze back to him as the Scotsman kneeled, wrapping the cast slowly to protect it from the water. He was about to stand when he felt Ghost’s fingers graze over his cheek, before returning to where he had been bracing himself. That was no accident, a blatant touch, the snake's eyes were narrowed slightly and glued to his face, and his cheeks were as red as Soap's felt as he held the apple a bit closer for a bite.
He was agonizing over it, overthinking more than he even knew was possible. The Scot sat there, his limbs a dead weight as they watched each other. Soap's fingers tightened on the hard cast, before he leaned forward just slightly, half expecting Ghost to move away, to reject him again but he held firm. The tall man even went so far as to close his hazel eyes, eyebrows furrowing in consternation as he waited. It was Soap's decision now, his choice whether he took the plunge further into this and said fuck the consequences or pulled away and took the cowards way out. And if there was one thing he wasn't, it was a coward.
The Scot leaned forward, his lips landing lightly on the other man’s. They were a bit chapped but they still felt nice against his own, hell his were chapped too after going for a run and being up and about all day. They were both cautious at first, hesitant to take it further in case they scared the other one away. But as in all things Soap pushed past the boundaries and left his anxiety behind to press further, ignoring his worries to protect the other man’s peace of mind. He pushed himself up from his knees, lips driving the man back and his hands coming up to his cheeks, holding the scarred face between his palms reverently.
Ghost sighed at the contact and the intimacy between them, and his lips parted for just a moment. It was just long enough for Soap to press his advantage, tongue dipping into the other's mouth to taste what he had been aching for, for months now. Ghost didn't disappoint as his own hands found the Scot's sides running up before he reached his neck, holding him there as they explored one another’s mouths. Began to learn the many ways to draw out the little sighs of pleasure and the whines for more. Ghost was the first to break, a soft whine escaping his throat and his hips rolling forward as he searched for friction but found none as he couldn't move more than a few inches up. Soap was quick to answer the quiet plea for more though, his knee leaning in the space between his thighs and he couldn't help the grin that formed on his face at the hard length that pressed into his thigh nearly immediately, separated from his skin only by thin fabric.
The Scot relished in Ghost’s needy half thrusts, letting him grind his hardening member into his thigh. He felt his own body reacting, his own length hardening in the gray joggers, his own need rising painfully and begging for attention. Soap's fingers that had been tangling themselves into blonde locks pulled the man back with a firm tug as he too pulled back. Blue eyes stared down at the man that for once he was towering over, watching as the hazel eyes opened revealing the soft, needing gaze that was lit beneath those pale lids. "Johnny," his deep voice growled out, his strong hands trying to pull him back before he grabbed the thick forearm and pressed a feather light kiss against the inside of his wrist.
He rested his cheek against the outstretched palm and answered quietly, "Not here. I didn't just put a bed together to fuck you on a toilet seat Simon." The Scotsman smirked down at the blonde man who was grinning back. He leaned down, pulling the plastic wrap off in a few easy rips, before he helped the big man stand back up. Soap would have carried him to the bedroom but he was worried about the cast and possibly hurting him more, and that wasn't a chance he was willing to take, especially not when he was so close to getting what he had been pining after for months.
Soap unwound the arm from around his shoulders, watching Simon fall to the bed with a sigh of relief. His underwear barely kept him covered now, and the Scot just barely dragged his eyes away. The only thing that could get his attention was the calloused hand grabbing his wrist with that signature tug at his arm and the smiling eyes that looked up at him. Soap dove head first into the man again. This time more urgent, hungry, and wanting, no this was far past want and desire, this was need like a drowning man needed air or a starving man needed food. Ghost was his sustenance now, the thing holding his life force together.
His lips were no longer gentle, his teeth biting at the other man's already chapped lips and Ghost returned the same urgency tenfold. His hands ran under the hem of the thin t-shirt that he had stolen from the big man’s clothes. Thumbs traveled up the center of his abdomen, tracing the line of his abs in the center and then up his ribs before they circled around to his back trying to pull the Scot down on his lap. Or at the very least get the relief that his thigh had provided moments before. Soap upped his game though, moving his freehand down to palm at the hard erection held at bay by the thin fabric of Simon’s underwear. Again the big man let out a soft moan, his hips bucking up into his hand and Soap’s tongue went to work tasting his mouth, wanting to remember that delicious taste until the day he laid six feet under.
Nothing from his dream could have compared to the real thing. The heavy pants as Soap worked him expertly through the fabric, the hard scrape of his short stubble against his own, and the way Simon was desperately trying to rid the Scot of the t-shirt unsuccessfully wanting to see and touch what was under the fabric. His usually deft fingers couldn’t work while Soap was drowning every sense he had, overstimulating him as he crowded in on the bigger man, both needing more from one another. The Scot pressed him back into the bed before he broke the kiss, whispering over Ghost’s now kiss swollen lips, “Back up.” It didn’t even take a second before the big man pushed himself further up the bed until his legs no longer hung off the end. Soap hopped on then, chasing after him and the bed lurched sideways, an audible crack coming from underneath them as the once upright bed fell to rest level on the ground. Blue hues looked over the side of the bed with wide eyes before he turned to find familiar hazel hues watching him.
There was a smirk on Ghost’s face and Soap could see the ‘I told you’ coming but the other man never got the chance to get it out. Their lips reconnected for just a moment before the Scotsman’s mouth left his, moving slowly down to the hard line of his jaw, biting lightly at the thin skin before soothing the red mark he left with a light kiss. His mouth kept moving lower, lips sucking bright, red marks onto the thin skin all over the expanse of his neck. One hand holding him off the big man who was gasping at the light suckling and even more so at the hand that was traveling achingly slow down his torso. Soap’s fingers took their time to memorize the curve and lines of his muscles and scars until he found the waistband and slipped his long fingers underneath.
He took the weight of Simon’s erection in his hand, moving slowly over the sensitive skin until he felt the blonde man buck up into his firm grip. Soap smirked as he finished leaving a mark along Ghost’s collarbone, looking up at the man whose mouth was held open with quiet gasps stuck in his throat and his eyes shut tight as he tried not to come undone beneath his touch. He pressed light kisses down his chest slowly, leaving a trail to where he was headed. Lips touched against the hard line of the v at his hips and he sat up, both hands fingering the waistband of the boxers for a moment before he slid them down slowly to reveal the large cock he had been wanting to lay eyes on for so long now.
It was leaking and ached to find release, he could tell that easily enough. Soap leaned down, his nose flicking against it for just a moment before he looked up through dark lashes to see hazel eyes burning with desire as they looked back at him. A small smile found his lips then, his tongue flicking out and running from the base to the tip, flattening across the head and enjoying the salty taste that gathered on his tongue. The gasps that had been quiet for the most part up until then couldn’t be held back anymore. Simon groaned out, a strong hand grabbing at his shoulder and digging into the muscle as he tried to ground himself so he didn’t float away. The other hand was immediately tangled into his dark locks, pushing his head back down, nearly begging the Scot for more. And who was Soap to deny the man what he so desperately needed?
Soap picked his member up with one hand, tongue running across the tip again and eliciting another moan from the man beneath him. The Scotsman wrapped his lips around the head before he pushed himself down the length, humming with delight as he got what he had been dreaming about for so long. He hadn’t realized until then just how big the other man was, his mouth opening a bit too wide to compensate for the girth and feeling like his lips cracked at the corner. He felt the head hit the back of his throat and continue down, the length of it nearly choking him.
His nose touched Simon’s pelvis and he felt his throat tighten, wanting to gag before he pushed back the urge, relaxing the muscles only for Ghost to moan out loud at the sensation, the hand tangled in his hair forcing him even further down and holding him there. It took everything in him not to choke on the long cock shoved down his throat but he finally managed to pull himself off much to Ghost’s frustration. His hand took the place of his mouth as he fought to catch his breath and he heard the deep voice above him mutter, “Fuck, ‘m sorry Johnny. ‘M sorry. Fuckin hell I need-” he was cut off by a loud moan that seemed to bubble up from his chest while his hips bucked up into the firm grip around him.
“It’s ok Simon, I’ve got you. Tell me what you need, I’m here,” and Soap meant it. He would make sure the big man was taken care of before even himself, just as he did in all things. Soap felt the hand still holding the back of his head pull his eyes up to find the hazel staring hard at him.
“I need you, mmm fuck…I need you- I need to feel you,” his hands worked erratically now at the collar of the t-shirt the Scotsman was wearing. It only took a second for Soap to pull the fabric off over his head and throw it across the room to land in the beginnings of a pile with Ghost’s boxers. Callused hands ran across his chest, the light down of dark hairs there scratching both of their skin. The hand ranged lower, across the tight flesh of his abdomen before it caught in the waistband of the borrowed joggers. Hazel eyes turned down to look at the visible outline of his own arousal. A loud groan left the big man again and he bucked up into the still pumping hand, his eyelids closing to cover the burning desire. Soap lowered himself on an elbow beside the Lieutenant, pressing a light kiss to his shoulder before moving slowly towards his chest. His tongue flicked out, dragging over a nipple before he caught it in his teeth, working it with a deft tongue. He felt the man’s back arch into his touch and then his light whine at the stimulation that came from too many sides now.
Soap hummed again as he sucked, sending a shock through the man feeling one of his hands dig into the back of his hair. Then the fingers released again, moving slowly down his back to disappear beneath the waistband of the joggers, curling into the flesh there and holding on for what seemed like dear life. His own hips now rolled against Ghost’s thigh, aching for his own release as he continued to deny himself even a hand, too busy working the thick cock in his hand to worry about himself. He leaned across the pale, scarred chest and took hold of the other nipple, enjoying the taste of the sweat on the other man’s skin. Soap was lost in the dealing of pleasure now, wanting to see the man unravel at his touch and forgo his own ecstasy until Ghost pulled his face up with a hand on his jaw. Blue eyes searched hazel quietly, wondering why the man had stopped him with a hand on his face and another on his wrist until Ghost whispered quietly, “Your drawing, Johnny. I want you to do what you drew last night.”
Eyes widened in surprise, he certainly hadn’t expected to hear that from the big man currently losing himself under his touch. “Are you sure?” Ghost nodded his head without a thought, pressing himself into Soap’s hand harder. The Scotsman gave a quiet nod in answer as he pushed himself up, pulling his joggers off and throwing them with the other clothes onto the floor. He wrapped a hand around himself, pumping a couple times before spitting into his hand and repeating the motion. Soap climbed onto the bed on his knees, Ghost watching him with a lust filled gaze that made his hand pump faster and his grip tighten around himself. “Fuck, you keep looking at me like that Si, I’m not even gonna make it back over there.” A small grin found the big man’s face as Soap slid back over, laying himself between the other’s legs, holding himself up with one elbow while his other hand ghosted over a thick thigh, tracing the muscle he had often found himself staring at.
He pressed their lips together again, hips rutting into the other man’s. He felt the heavy press of the hard member against his lower stomach, both reveling in the friction they were sharing. Soap’s fingers slid down Ghost’s thighs, pressing against the tight ring of muscle before he pressed a finger inside. The chapped lips opened in a gasp, hazel eyes opening and his back arching up to press their bodies together. Soap pulled his mouth away, biting his lip as he watched Ghost’s face contort from a wince, to confusion, and then to relief before he gave a slow nod and whispered, “G-go.” His finger started to move, slowly at first to match the pace of his still rutting hips, his mouth having moved down to taste his neck again, soft lips scraping against the scruff that ran down his jaw.
“Fuck you taste so good,” he paused to suck another mark onto Ghost’s neck, and slide another finger inside. The Scotsman hummed against pale skin, fingers scissoring inside him and gasps escaped his mouth again. The big body beneath him squirming underneath the weight of the smaller man on top.
Their hips pressed hard together, his own aching erection growing tired of the teasing friction that was going nowhere. He was so distracted by Ghost’s quiet noises and their bodies moving against one another he didn’t realize when the big hand moved between them. He grabbed both of them at the same time, Soap gasping into the bruised neck as Ghost’s hand pumped them, sending shocks of pleasure through them both. “Johnny,” the deep voice paused waiting for an answer but Soap was lost in the haze of lust until the man stopped his hand, getting a slight whine from the man on top of him. “Johnny,” he paused again and this time he got a grunt of acknowledgement as the Scot bucked his hips up bringing a gasp out of them both before the Lieutenant continued, “I’m done waiting.”
Soap was drunk on Ghost’s scent but even so he heard that plain as day. He pulled his fingers out slowly before pushing himself up on both elbows, looking down at the man and using a hand to position himself. Ghost shifted underneath him at the light touch and Soap nuzzled his face against the crook of the big man’s neck before whispering, “Are you sure?” He got only a nod in response before he pressed slowly inside, holding himself still for a moment his heart pounding in his ears until he felt Ghost shifting against him, his head tilted back as he begged for Soap to move, the request falling on nearly deaf ears. The Scotsman nodded slowly, pressing further inside while his forehead tilted forward, laying against the chest below him. Ghost fingers grabbed at his back as he rocked slowly into him, his thrusts shallow while fingernails dug into his back, marring his freckled skin and creating constellations across his flesh. Soap heard the low grunts but he didn’t realize it was his own voice at first until he heard Ghost growl beneath him.
He picked his head up, studying the Lieutenant’s face as he rocked into him, his hips grinding hard against Ghost’s every time he bottomed out. Soap’s hand ran along the thick thigh again, pulling it up to hook around his hip as the deep voice growled out, “Faster.” He immediately complied, speeding up slowly at first, still grinding at the end of every thrust until the voice once again demanded more from him. Soap’s head hung as his hips pistoned into the man, listening to Simon’s groans now.
“Fuckin hell Simon,” Soap let out a low moan before continuing, “you’re so perfect. Fuck, I didn’t realize how much I need you, Si.” The tension in his body was growing tighter and he knew he was getting close. Simon had scratched fine art into his back and had moved on to his arms and sides, hips rising to meet every thrust as best he could. Soap reached his freehand between them, grabbing the hard cock that bounced on Simon’s stomach, stroking in time with every thrust. He couldn’t cum himself until he knew that Ghost had been satisfied.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Ghost panted out, trying to control his racing mind but with every movement from Soap it just drove something else out of his mouth, “Johnny, fuck, ‘m close. Don’t stop. Don’t-” a low moan fell out of his mouth when Soap hit something he had never felt before, and his mind started to go blank. The Scotsman hit it again and his moan was louder before he panted out, “There, Johnny.” He felt Soap nod against his chest, a hard thrust landing again and when a choked moan left his throat, he felt Ghost’s hips buck and stutter and then they halted mid thrust. Blue eyes looked down watching as cum painted his fist as he continued to fuck the man through his orgasm. Watching the beautiful sight scratched the itch he had needed, his own hips stuttered in their thrusts as he pushed inside a few more times before he stilled. His breath caught in his throat, his mind going blank for a few minutes as he held himself up.
When he felt Ghost’s hand slide up his side the arm holding him up gave out and he let himself relax into the man’s embrace. Laying down on top of him, his cheek pressing against Ghost’s chest while his eyes closed. He felt the callused hands run across his skin, soothing the scratches that he had created. Soap slowly pulled out, Ghost letting out a low groan before he wrapped his arms around the big man. Their sweaty skin seemed to melt together as both laid quietly, enjoying the haze they had created for themselves. Soap lifted himself for just a moment to reach down for the sheet he had put on the bed earlier and pull it over them. He felt Ghost’s chest rumble out a low laugh as he muttered, “If I had known this would shut you up I would have done this a long time ago.” Soap didn’t even let out a grunt, just tightened his arms around Ghost and closed his eyes, enjoying the peace his mind felt.
ATTENTION: This is the end of the chapter just wanted to make it clear I support switch!Ghost and switch!Soap. They will both be topping and bottoming in this fic.
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THE DRUNKARD HOUSE
I have the strangest dream ... I'm a drunkard house ... staggering house ... built on stilts upon soft soil ... leaning, toppling ... tilting on a protruding cliff ... torrential rains ... mudslide ... avalanche! ... Supporting rocks snap ... free fall into the furious storm ... violent spin in twister wind ... a rocket spiraling straight to the moon ... up and away ... stringed arrows hit me ... stinging pain all over ... I become a kite on a torque string ... pulling hard against the wind ... flying high ... riding east, drifting west ... rising north ... then swiftly descending south ... landing on the rooftop of a sober mansion ... a new attic ... an addition ... receiving brilliance through the window ... radiance ... glittering ... radiating ... ... ...
penitent prayer
cabin logs set aflame till
wood becomes the fire
© Johnny JP Lee
19 May 2023
Haibun: Prose + Haiku 5-7-5
© photo J. P. Lee
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My Top 10 Iconic Le Mans Legends
This weekend, the 24 Hours of Le Mans race will celebrate its 100th anniversary, and with 62 cars from different classes gathering around in this centennial milestone as well as special guest stars, rest assured that the 100th running of the 24 Hours of Le Mans is going to be historical indeed.
As the whole world is bracing for the centennial running of the legendary endurance race that pushes carmakers over the limit in the name of speed and survival, it's time for me to jot down my top ten iconic Le Mans legends.
10) GR010 - Following the success of their LMP1-class TS050, which propelled Toyota Gazoo Racing to three straight overall titles at Le Mans, Toyota created this competitor to the new Hypercar class, which replaced the LMP1 class after the 2020 season. Complying with Hypercar regulations, the GR010 is powered by a 3.5L V6 twin-turbo engine mated to an electric motor that powers the front wheels, making it a 4WD machine where the petrol engine powers the rear wheels while the electric motor takes care of the front, a drastic change compared to its LMP1 predecessor. Toyota defended its Le Mans success in the new Hypercar class with the #7 Toyota Gazoo Racing car emerging as the winner of the 24 Hours of Le Mans for two years, making it its fifth win in a row.
9) Toyota TS050 - In the 2018 24 Hours of Le Mans, being the only manufacturer-backed LMP1 racer competing in its class, the #8 Toyota Gazoo Racing TS050, piloted by Formula 1 driver Fernando Alonso, Formula E driver Sebastien Buemi, and Kazuki Nakajima, made a historic victory at Le Mans, marking the second time a Japanese carmaker won Le Mans since the legendary Mazda 787B and the first time a Japanese driver became part of the Le Mans-winning team. In 2019 and 2020, with the latter being the final year for the LMP1 era, Toyota emerged victorious in Le Mans.
8) Jaguar XJR-9 - Built in collaboration between Jaguar and Tom Walkinshaw Racing, Jaguar's Group C competitor is powered by two V12 engines; a 7.0L for the WSPC and a 6.0L for IMSA GTP class. Both produce 760PS of power and 828Nm of torque, while mated to a 5-speed March/TWR manual gearbox, making the XJR-9 capable of hitting a 245mph top speed. A Silk Cut-sponsored Jaguar XJR-9 won the 1988 24 Hours of Le Mans with Jan Lammers, Johnny Dumfries, and Andy Wallace behind the wheel.
7) Peugeot 905 - The V10-powered Peugeot 905 cemented the French carmaker to the list of Le Mans winners when it won the legendary endurance race twice in 1992 and 1993.
6) Audi R18 TDi - The Audi R18 TDi is known as the only diesel-powered racing machine that conquered Le Mans three times from 2012 to 2014. Not only that, it has dominated two WEC championship titles from 2012 to 2013. Such achievement proves that diesel is king until dieselgate came and most carmakers are ditching diesel-powered engines for good.
5) 919 Hybrid - In 2014, Porsche returned to LMP1 endurance racing with their 919 Hybrid and although it didn't fare well in its first run, which led to its 3rd place finish at the constructor's championship at the 2014 WEC season, it came back with a much fighting chance and because of such will power, it managed to win not just Le Mans but also three WEC seasons on the trot from 2015 to 2017. Porsche has left the LMP1 racing program after their three-win streak with the 919, only to make a comeback in the Hypercar class with the 963 racing machine.
4) Sauber-Mercedes C9 - As part of the Sauber-Mercedes partnership, this Group C prototype was introduced in 1987 and its first success can be traced back to the 1989 24 Hours of Le Mans, where the #63 C9 driven by Jochen Mass, Manual Reuter, and Stanley Dickens, achieved a win. During qualifying for Le Mans, the C9, with its Mercedes-Benz M119 HL 90º 5.0L Turbo V8 engine with two KKK turbos, achieved a top speed of 248.0 mph (400 km/h) at the Mulsanne Straight of Le Mans.
3) 917K - The Porsche 917K is known as the short-tail version of the legendary 917, a sports prototype race car, and it gave Porsche their first overall wins at Le Mans for two straight years since 1970. Thanks to such success, it even gained a starring role in the Le Mans movie starring Steve McQueen.
2) 787B - Built as an improved version of the 787, it features the same R26B 4-rotor Wankel engine as its predecessor which produces up to 690HP of power. Aside from that, it features carbon-fiber bodywork which resulted in a light, rigid body structure and other improvements. In the 1991 24 Hours of Le Mans endurance race, Mazda sent two 787B machines with the race-winning #55 car driven by Bertrand Gachot, Johnny Herbert, and Volker Weider. The 787B not only became the first Japanese-manufactured race car to win Le Mans, but it's also the first-and-only rotary-powered race car to win the said endurance race.
1) GT40 Mk. II - Ford's trial-and-error process of creating a racing machine that can crush Ferrari in Le Mans is nothing more of an act of revenge from the Blue Oval following Ferrari's rejection to become part of the Ford empire. Armed with the 7.0L V8 engine producing 485HP of power and mated to a 4-speed gearbox, the GT40 Mk.II from Ford delivered a stunning podium sweep at the 1966 24 Hours of Le Mans race, more than enough to crush Ferrari into it. Such achievement has been profiled in the biopic movie Ford vs. Ferrari.
In this centennial running of the 24 Hours of Le Mans, will it be a milestone for Toyota Gazoo as it's seeking a three-peat in the Hypercar class? Will the return of Ferrari in Le Mans crush Toyota's dreams for a three-peat? Find out as this legendary endurance race unfolds this Saturday, June 10th. Don't miss it!
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Intruder Air Time
This is Trump and he is getting prepped to be danger Dave no it's going to try and imitate evil Knievel I am as Johnny blaze and his family does not want him to and he is riding the wrong bike. You can see what these heavy bikes are like it's really a waste of time and the only reason for torque is a heavy load and two people can ride on the other ones so they have all these points and stuff and my son has one if you're going to be big like me you need it but you have to reinforce the frame and that makes it a waste of time
Thor Freya
There was to do the reinforcing they work pretty good but really it is time consuming to do it but less time than a new bike there's a lot of reinforced ones now most of you are pipsqueaks 150 lb or less you got huge miles and nothing to back it up and you disgusting urchins we talked about this morning and said we have to get you out I was trying to push harder and you have no war it's a brilliant opportunity to do so and we need to several things were starting to work on because you're leaving and a son and daughter said people will use it and go after them that's kind of what we need and I took the project over and said just what happens they said that's fine how do we get him out there and we have a method and they'll come in one every two weeks or a week intermittently so we're going to try and do it the same thing for the lower Enduro from China especially pipsquez. If you go to race a sport bite on a racetrack you need to make certain criteria and wait that's one of them I can't wait over a certain amount that can certainly weigh under people saw the hard knock kicking their ass and said this is terrible and Chrissy said I can beat all of them I have the weight of a jockey and I have the skills and our son says you guys would pay for it but your entire race needs it and you're the only group that really has done something like that and she got brave and proud and said I think we can do it he said no but I'm going to beat you in the race even though we're on the same team. He was aghast at how he felt and said no you won't and you don't even get there and I said I do need a team and wow what a feeling a girl beat you and his tonsil makes up for it he's looking over at her and she's smiling dear to here and says I'm going to mess up the hair thing cuz he likes me. And he says no he's just accentuating it and he says Hera do it and would be both of you. So they got excited to say this would be fun but they can't do it and all of a sudden you said this we're going to do a few races and challenge them and good so they're going to get out there and try it and they have them they're tricked out and you can do that that it looks like standard equipment cuz it is and the motor is tweaked a little with high performance parts and it can take a beating it's a dirt bike and they're going to try the Templar and boy it looks rugged like a sport bike but like a drag bike that's a sport bike is really intense these guys raced already and they got time so they're like really outrageous it would be really cool and they saw the guy in the hard knock kicker 5150 and said that's ridiculous and have to do something that's a recent film too. The guy detected our son he said how'd it look they said you look great but you beat everybody and he says that's what I wanted to do it should work for us and said it should and start working and just saying it's very light he's zooming around the corners saying if you had better tires so I get you back there so you go back with regular tires and then do a little better and then come back the next time with new tires and he says holy s*** that's cool so he's trying to do it they're trying to get him out there now and he'll do the new tires next and then it's going to be much faster these people are rocking and rolling on some of the stuff but modifying the dirt bikes and the enduros is not going anywhere so I think that they might be planning to use them to come across the desert and things like that and they're really not built for it they're not fast enough but for these light people it would work and they have bases out there and stuff so it's back to the Chinese sport bike there's several modifications you can make there
1. Buy a Chinese 250cc or 300cc sport bike
2. Assemble it fully and test it and return to your garage and begin to change out certain parts
A. The exhaust put in the dot high performance exhaust
B. The seat no the fairing yes in front you want to change it to a Ducati format
C. The top end you change out to modify the CC to a 350 and both will do it it's a bolt on for about $60 on Amazon
D. Top end carburetor replaced with a high performance carburetor and air intake system and filter
D. Modify the windscreen possibly would be done with your cowl if not it needs to be lowered to a high-speed position some of them you can cut with a plastic saw
E. Change your sprockets out they have kits online and it tells you how fast you can go with the new sprockets and your chain needs to be high performance
F. Lower it 1 to 2 in overall front and back but make sure that your frame is in the same orientation to the ground
G. Keep the rims but by high performance tires it gives you 10 miles per hour and saves your life
With the above modifications a 250cc or 300cc Chinese sport bike becomes a 350cc Chinese sport bike that will go 0 to 60 and 2.1 seconds into the quarter mile in 5.4 seconds top speed 327 mph we don't even want to read the original stats because it's not worth it and if our son does this we're going to confiscate the bike
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It's only going to get a motorcycle but he says I can't on a sport bike it'll look ridiculous and they have stuff you can attach and but still he doesn't want to ride around in it it's very dangerous it's too dangerous and he agrees it has to be electric so he doesn't have to buy gas and he can store it inside that too
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Johnny Torque
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cannot stop thinking about pre-sr1 stilwater. like circa 2003. the little connections—both missed and created. the rhythm of the way the gangs worked before the saints came in. the way everyone interacted with the city and each other before everything changed.
#sorry like i’m gonna have to make another side story. this time a prequel.#i envision like. little vignettes rather than a full story.#focus on certain aspects of stilwater or groups of characters#like nightlife/adult entertainment scene with anteros torque tanya and al.#bits on the gang specific side of things. how they’re operating at this point. even connecting that one to the one i just said via the VK#connect that like. rookie troy.#connect that to lin being fairly new in stilwater. connect to johnny. to dex. etc etc#i think you get the point. everyone’s been connected for a long time‼️
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DRIVE REVIEW: BAIC B40 Plus Turbodiesel Manual And Petrol Automatic
The first thing that strikes you about the BAIC B40 Plus when you get up close and personal with this brand-new SUV contender is how well it appears to be built. The doors open with a smooth action and close with a reassuring “thud” that speaks of solid construction, proper design, engineering and attention to detail in terms of build quality.
All this may sound a bit patronising, but as South Africa has often been seen as “virgin territory” for some rather questionable motoring conveyances in the past few decades, it is worth pointing out that this comparatively unknown quantity from China is not a Johnny-come-lately on the motoring manufacturing block.
This was reinforced in the launch presentation at Hartbeespoort Dam this week when we learned that BAIC has been building SUVs like this for some six decades. It has its roots in military go-anywhere vehicles, where BAIC, having established itself as a manufacturer in 1958, was a forerunner in developing all-terrain vehicles long before China embarked on globalisation for its motor industry.
BAIC’s entry into the sales field here started in a low-key fashion in 2016, but with the announcement that it would invest some R11 billion in a plant in the Coega Industrial Development zone outside Gqeberha. That plant is now a reality. Assembly has already progressed from semi-knocked down kits from China to completely-knocked down assembly of its D20 hatch and sedan and X25 small crossover vehicle.
The just-launched BAIC B40 Plus off-roader will be assembled from semi-knocked-down component kits initially, but plans are to begin CKD production in Coega in about 12 months. To date, BAIC has appointed just eight dealers country-wide, but this will be ramped up as CKD production comes fully on stream.
You can order the new BAIC B40 Plus in two basic forms. The first is the petrol 2,0-litre version with a six-speed automatic gearbox. The second option is a 2,0-litre turbodiesel, with a six-speed manual. It is believed that an automatic version of the diesel model will arrive here within the next 12 months.
We sampled the diesel model first, with its six-speed manual ‘box and four-wheel-drive system that includes two-wheel-drive, four-wheel-drive and low-range operation. The switch to change between 2H, 4H and 4L operation is rather strangely located high up on the dashboard, where you might expect to find a radio-volume control.
But as most of our launch drive was located at the ADA off-road driving centre near Hartbeespoort Dam, this proved to be very handy. At ADA you need to keep your eyes on the track ahead, watching out for stray branches and lurking sharp-edged rocks, and don’t need to be searching for some button located under the steering column.
The interior of the BAIC B40 Plus pretty much lives up to that build-quality promise noted above, regard the door operation. The leather trim we experienced was of good perceived quality, and although there are body-colour dashboard panels to chime in with the exterior paint choice, the whole package is fairly tasteful, and the quality of plastics used in the interior is quite good.
There is plenty of space in the BAIC B40 Plus, which incidentally only comes in four-door, five-seater form. The rear legroom is more than adequate and particularly impressive is the boot area. With the seats raised this measures 532 litres and rises to 965 litres with the rear seat backrests folded.
The first thing we noted about the diesel manual model is that the clutch action is rather too sharp and that it is easy to stall the vehicle. As we got used to the clutch take-up, we noted that part of the problem is that the turbocharged 110 kW turbodiesel with 350 N.m of torque at 1 800 to 2 800 r/min only starts boosting properly at about 1 500 r/min. BAIC staffers are aware of this, and as production ramps up on the B40, they will be exploring a software solution to get the engine to begin boosting at lower revs.
It wasn’t a big deal, but something that could lead to irritation amongst owners who have to contend with stop-start traffic on their commute. Another fix, which we would recommend, would be to fit a shorter first-gear ratio. Travelling on the narrow tracks on the ADA course in High range, first gear was sometimes too fast for the prevailing conditions. But, thankfully, selecting a low range instantly solves this problem.
The BAIC B40 Plus is not fitted with any differential locks but rather uses electronic sensors to individually equalise wheel rotation when travelling over extremely undulated ground. This proved quite effective when negotiating very difficult rock inclines. The trick is to keep momentum and keep feeding in the power. The compromised wheels spin and then the ones with traction get power transfer, and the job is done!
The second, really impressive aspect that we enjoyed about the B40 Plus is the ride over really bad dirt roads. Massive bumps and dongas are easily ironed out by the long-travel suspension, and the ride in serious off-road conditions is extremely comfortable. This would be an ideal vehicle to use when visiting game lodges that are only accessible by badly corrugated roads, as the B40 soaks these up like child’s play.
Next, we tried the petrol version with its automatic transmission. Its 2,0-litre four-cylinder develops 160 kW at 5 500 r/min and 320 N.m of torque at 1 750 to 4 500 r/min. In low-speed rock-crawling situations, the automatic is much easier to operate than the manual. The ratios (aided by the torque convertor action on the automatic gearbox) meant there was no chance of stalling at low speed in high range, and in low range, there was plenty of torque on tap to handle difficult climbs with uneven surfaces.
The last stage of our launch drive was a short trip on tar roads. The long-travel suspension on the BAIC B40 Plus may have led us to believe that the on-road ride would prove to have a fair amount of body roll, but we were pleasantly surprised at the degree of on-road cruising-speed stability, and the relative accuracy of the steering.
So, would you be happy to pull up in a BAIC B40 Plus and park in front of your favourite table at the pavement café? Well, unlike some Chinese (and Indian) offerings, we reckon the BAIC stylists have also done an excellent job in making this serious off-roader easy on the eye. We note that BAIC’s global operations include a styling studio in Turin (Italy), and checking out the various wheel options and trim embellishments on the various models, we reckon this is a vehicle that is going to create a stir of positive variety. Also, you can then tell interested parties that you definitely won’t be shaken when the going gets tough (okay, okay, but Bond movies are a hot topic at the moment).
Another enticing aspect for the summer months ahead is that the roof panels are individually removable, to create an open-air experience for those occupants who enjoy the topless lifestyle.
Vehicles like the Indian-built Mahindra Karoo Pik Up have begun gaining serious traction in this market, due to their honest approach to an alternative and affordable lifestyle vehicle. The BAIC B40 Plus may well find itself doing likewise, as the range is priced at between R549 500 for the entry-level B40 Plus Diesel six-speed manual to R629 500 for the B40 Plus Petrol Automatic in so-called “Champion” trim.
These prices include a five-year/120,000 km warranty. A four-year/60 000 km service plan is an added-cost option. We believe the pricing is probably fair, given that the least expensive (but admittedly more powerful) Jeep Wrangler costs over R750,000. But given that the BAIC as a marque in South Africa has lots to prove, we are somewhat disappointed that they didn’t find it possible to come in under the R500 000 level for the base-line B40 Plus.
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HUNGER
Hunger in the dark shadows
Lingers until tomorrow
Rumble beneath a meadow
Suckle, suckle, swallow
Deep unto the marrow
Strings torque on the bows
Feathers guide the arrows
Lead tips poke to burrow
Piercing into the hollows
Hunters roar to bellows
Walk the straight and narrow
Searching row by row
Enduring pain and sorrow
Into the mud to wallow
Till scarlets turn to hallow
©Johnny J. P. Lee
22 November 2022
Gogyoshiren Poem (15)
Photo Credit J. P. Lee
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X-Men: The Next Mutation
by s10127470
In this new take on the Marvel Universe, the X-Men have become powerful fighters thanks to their secondary and even tertiary mutations. But now they’re gonna have to put their skills to the test when their arch-enemies, the Brotherhood of Mutant Supremacy, have returned and are out for revenge. Luckily, they have a lot of friends who have their backs. Including two of their longtime human allies, a superhero family, a savage lord and his saber-tooth tiger of a brother, Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, some family members, a underwater king, a particular wall-crawler, and a new ally in the form of a world famous geneticist. Together, Marvel’s merry band of mutants will continue to do what they do best: protecting mutants and humans from foes, old and new, alike, going on wild adventures, and clearing out as many restaurants with their enormous appetites.
Words: 1392, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Series: Part 2 of X-Men: The Next Mutation
Fandoms: X-Men - All Media Types, X-Men (Comicverse), Marvel, Marvel (Comics), Ultimate X-Men, Marvel 1602, X-Men: The Animated Series, X-Men Evolution, Wolverine And The X-Men (Cartoon), X-Men (Original Timeline Movies)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi
Characters: Scott Summers, Jean Grey, James “Logan” Howlett, Ororo Munroe, Piotr Rasputin, Kitty Pryde, Hannah-Marie Carlyle, Bobby Drake, Kurt Darkholme, Wren Worthington, John Proudstar, Henry McCoy, Shiro Yoshida, Sean Cassidy, Alison Blaire, Emma Frost, Remi LeBeau, Charles Xavier, Duncan Matthews, Moira MacTaggert, James Kincaid, The Brotherhood of Mutant Supremacy, Bolivar Trask, Cain Marko, Amahl Farouk, Karl Lykos, Webber Torque, Keniuchio Harada, Kevin Plunder, Shanna O'Hara, Zabu, Ina & Biri, The Fantastic Four, The Avengers - Character, Nick Fury, X-Factor - Character, The New Mutants, Lockheed
Relationships: Jean Grey/Logan/Scott Summers, Ororo Munroe/Donald Blake, Kitty Pryde/Piotr Rasputin, Hannah-Marie Carlyle/Remi LeBeau, Bobby Drake/Johnny Storm, Kurt Darkhölme/Wren Worthington, Emma Frost/Henry McCoy, Alison Blaire/Shiro Yoshida, slight Sean Cassidy/Moira MacTaggert, Raven Darkholme/Irene Adler, Kevin Plunder/Shanna O’Hara, Peter Parker/Mary Jane Watson, Wanda Maximoff/Vision, Crystal Amaquelin/Pietro Maximoff
Additional Tags: Characters as Anime Badasses, Team as Family, Team Bonding, Everyone Basically Came Right Out of a Shonen Anime, Genderbent Angel, Genderbent Gambit, Multiversal Variants as Protégés, Charles Xavier isn’t an Asshole for Once, Mutants Finally Being Accepted, Pietro and Wanda are still mutants, So is Franklin, Peter Parker will actually be allowed to be FUCKING happy!, The Mutants are Big Eaters
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