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Breathe Into Your Hungry Appetite

cw: modern au, ghostsoap, mentions of drugs, alcohol, ghoap drug dealer au, smut

CHAPTER 1, CHAPTER 2

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Simon wasn’t sure when he’d fallen asleep the night before, but he knew that he’d gone to bed pretty soon after he’d finished himself off. It wasn’t the first time that he’d gotten stoned, jerked off, and passed out. He was almost certain that it wouldn’t be the last time either. He’d made himself dinner the night before, the dishes still set on his bedside table. He’d take care of them in a moment. He also needed to find his phone, but that was still a problem for later.

He went about his regular routine of brushing his hair and his teeth before heading downstairs for breakfast. He’d been debating buzzing it and it seemed more and more appealing as time went on. He brought his dishes downstairs and left them in the sink and placed his breakfast dishes in the sink along with them after he’d finished eating. The fridge was looking more bare than it normally did, and he knew that they’d need to make a grocery trip sooner rather than later. Yet another problem that he’d deal with later. At the very least, it would have to wait until he had a shared day off with Roach.

He trudged back upstairs to his room, shutting the door behind him and heading back towards the attached bathroom. He quickly gave the piece he’d left soaking the previous day a decent scrub and dried it quickly with a few paper towels, making sure to blow out any residual water and rubbing alcohol still left in the pipe. He left it out to air dry the rest of the way as he opened up his stash box.

The pungent smell of flower immediately filled his nostrils as soon as the box opened, and Simon couldn’t help but to deeply inhale the scent. It was nearly comforting at this point, bordering on nostalgic.

He loaded his pipe as soon as he was sure that it was dry, still using the strain that Soap had given him a few days prior. He sat back in his beanbag chair and lit the bowl, sitting up and leaning forward until he could get the bowl lit up properly. The first hit was harsh just like it had been, but he’d grown to adore the almost burning feeling in his lungs. He did end up coughing a few more times than he’d like to admit, however. He finished his bowl in silence before cracking his bedroom window open.

His phone chimed from somewhere in the tangled mess of blankets in his bed, reminding him that he still hadn’t found it. He’d apparently forgotten to put his phone on do not disturb before he fell asleep. He shook out one of his blankets and his phone immediately tumbled out onto the mattress. He had… twenty two missed texts from Johnny. The first one he’d gotten from him had been a couple hours after Johnny had left him on read.

Johnny🧼: fuck im so fucking sorry

Johnny🧼: my phone died at the worst time

Johnny🧼: I would’ve been coming over as soon as i saw it

Johnny🧼: sweetheart, im sorry

Johnny🧼: i really did want to come over

Johnny🧼: i still can

Johnny🧼: i can be on my way over right now

Johnny🧼: i can be there in 10 minutes, please si

Johnny🧼: do you still want me over, baby?

Johnny🧼: i can’t get you off my fucking mind

Johnny🧼: those pics n vids you’ve sent me are driving me insane

Johnny🧼: simon?

Johnny🧼: please tell me you’re still there..

Johnny🧼: I promise i didn’t mean to leave, si

Johnny🧼: I fucking want you so bad

Johnny🧼: please

The messages trailed stopped for a moment after that, and Simon almost felt bad for falling asleep early the previous night. Almost. The messages did however continue at around midnight the night before.

Johnny🧼: fuck, i keep looking at all the shit you sent me

Johnny🧼: i can’t stop fucking thinking about you, si

Johnny🧼: im dying to get my hands and mouth on you, touch you and kiss you all over, make you mine

Johnny🧼: do u even know how badly i want you, how much you fucking turn me on?

There was a picture attached to the last message, It was Johnny seemingly sprawled out on his bed, laid back fully. He was only visible from the chest down. He was wearing his staple white tank top that he always wore, his chain lazily draped over the collar of it. The hem was pulled up just slightly, leaving the dark trail of hair leading down towards his boxers fully exposed. Simon nearly thought his heart stopped as he continued looking at the picture.

Johnny’s hand was resting on his hip, his thumb hooked into the waistline of his boxers and pulling it down just enough to expose his adonis belt. There it was, clear as day even in the dim lighting of the picture. He was fully hard. It looked almost painful. The thin fabric of his boxers left almost nothing to Simon’s imagination, a clearly apparent damp spot visible from his pre-cum. Fucking hell.

Johnny🧼: can’t you see what you’re doing to me, love?

Johnny🧼: i want to fucking ruin you.

Simon knew fully well that Johnny found him attractive and had known that for quite some time now. He didn’t exactly try to hide his attraction, but that wasn’t the point. He hadn’t entirely expected to wake up to Johnny sending him a suggestive picture, but he liked it. Seeing just how deep he was under Johnny’s skin, how badly he wanted him… it had more of an effect on him than he’d openly admit.

Simon💀: sorry, fell asleep

Simon💀: good morning to you too

He wasn’t at all surprised to see Johnny immediately starting to reply, plugging his phone in as he waited patiently for his response.

Johnny🧼: jackass

Johnny🧼: “fell asleep” FOR 14 HOURS?? more like a fuckin coma!

Simon💀: call me names all you want

Simon💀: you started typing as soon as i texted you

Johnny🧼: I thought u fuckin blocked me or smth idk

Simon💀: and u still tried to hit me up late as hell??

Johnny🧼: u miss 100% of the shots u take idk

Simon sighed softly as he rolled onto his back, not entirely sure how to respond for a moment. John’s ego hadn’t really taken much of a hit, and he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t knkw for a fact that he wasn’t going to apologize again for falling asleep.

Simon💀: if your phone didn’t die, i would’ve let you come over, John

Johnny🧼: yeah?

Johnny🧼: if my phone didn’t die, you wouldn’t be able to fuckin walk rn

Simon💀: cute that you’re so sure of yourself.

Johnny🧼: i know what i’m capable of.

Johnny🧼: i could just come over n show u

As much as Simon wanted to invite him over right then, he didn’t feel like he’d earned it quite yet. it wasn’t the worst idea. Plus, Roach wouldn’t be home until much later that day anyways. He still wanted to see how much he could push Johnny before he’d snap.

Simon💀: you could.

Johnny🧼: i haven’t been able to get u out of my head

Johnny🧼: i keep looking at everything u sent me

Johnny🧼: you’re driving me fucking crazy, simon

Simon💀: cute

Johnny🧼: i kept thinking about you last night

Johnny🧼: came in my hand wishing it was inside you instead

Simon💀: and you didn’t send me a video?

Johnny🧼: you’d like that, wouldn’t you?

The mental image of it was still just as appealing as it had been the day before, and Simon almost did wish he’d gotten to see a video of it. He wanted to hear how Johnny would sound just before he released, to lick the sweat dripping down his forehead and watch the crease in his brow worsen the closer he got. His hand had slipped into his boxers before he’d even realized.

Johnny 🧼: show me what you’re up to, doll

Simon 💀: is your phone gonna die again?

Johnny 🧼: fuck off that happened ONE TIME

Johnny 🧼: it’s fully charged.

Simon sat up fully, getting onto his knees and arching his back down towards the mattress. He dipped two of his fingers inside himself briefly before starting to slowly stroke over his cock. He made sure that his hand being in his boxers was visible in the picture before sending it off. The slight hesitation before Johnny started typing again nearly made him giddy. He knew that he’d be saving that picture and that sent a zip of arousal down his spine.

Johnny 🧼: fucking hell i just want to ruin you

Johnny 🧼: i want to take you just like that, have you sobbing into the mattress

Johnny 🧼: have my hand on the back of your neck, keep you pinned just like that. exactly where i want you

Wouldn’t that be nice? He knew that the angling of that would be brutal and deep . He’d have no choice but to lay there and take it, pinned down with nowhere to go. It certainly sounded like fun at the very least. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been like that. He needed it more than he wanted to admit.

What the hell did he have to lose? He hastily kicked his boxers off and tossed them to the side, sitting up properly to face the mirror at the foot of his bed. He lifted his legs slightly and spread them open as he corrected the angling of his phone. He reached his free hand down and spread himself open with two fingers, knowing that he was already soaked from arousal. Once he was happy with the picture, he sent it off along with a brief message.

Simon 💀: come over?

Johnny 🧼: be there in 10.

Knowing Johnny, he’d be there in a bit less than ten minutes. He had a tendency to drive like a bat out of hell if there wasn’t anyone in the car with him. Simon grabbed his boxers and put them back on along with a pair of joggers. He doubted he’d have them on for very long, but he wasn’t going to open the front door half naked.

While he was at it, he managed to send a text to Roach so that he knew not to head home right away if he finished his shift early. He knew that he’d get an earful about it later, but Simon didn’t want to get cockblocked two days in a row if he could help it.

As he expected, he could hear Johnny’s car pulling into the driveway roughly eight minutes since he’d received his message. He left his phone on the bed as he walked downstairs. Johnny was standing right outside as soon as he opened the door. He was wearing his typical ensemble; a white tank top, his usual gold chain, gray joggers hanging low on his hips, and slides. Simon could just barely smell his cologne from where he stood. It was strong.

“You got here quickly.” He stepped to the side and motioned Johnny in, closing the door behind him. He could hear Johnny shuffling out of his slides as he turned back around.

“I don’t make promises I can’t keep.” He stepped in closer, bullying Simon back against the door with his usual cocky smirk on his face. Despite Simon having nearly a head’s worth of height on him, it didn’t seem to diminish Johnny’s confidence one bit. “Why? Disappointed I got here so fast?”

“Didn’t say that.” He watched as Johnny pressed further into his space, tilting his head slightly as Johnny rested his hands on his hips. He wasn’t guiding him in any direction, but his grip was sturdy. He placed his hand over Johnny’s mouth as soon as he tried to lean in for a kiss. “I don’t kiss for hookups.”

He let his hand fall back to his side, fighting the urge to laugh at the pouting expression on Johnny’s face. “Not even for me?”

“You’re not my fuckin’ boyfriend, Johnny.” Simon hummed softly when Johnny’s second hand slid beneath his hoodie, gently gripping onto his waist. “Marks are fair game, just no kissing.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice…” His touches were gentle at first, slowly rocking his hips against Simon’s and sweet kisses placed along his neck. Before Simon could complain about it, Johnny’s hand slid up the back of his neck. His head was tugged back harshly before he could process that Johnny’s fingers were in his hair. He sucked in a harsh breath through his teeth and could feel Johnny chuckling more than he could properly hear it.

The kisses to his neck quickly turned to more teeth than lip, Johnny’s tongue barely soothing over each mark before he made a new one. He kept Simon pressed against the door, not allowing him to move anywhere other than exactly where he wanted him. His hands wandered back towards Simon’s hips as a thigh slid between his legs. His lips didn’t move from Simon’s neck for even a moment as he pulled Simon’s hips closer to him, encouraging him to grind down onto his leg. Who would Simon be to say no?

He slowly rolled his hips against Johnny’s leg, panting softly and biting back a whine at a particularly harsh bite to the side of his neck. Normally he’d be appalled at the idea of rutting against someone’s leg like a horny teenager, but he couldn’t find it in him to stop. Johnny’s hand stayed planted on his hip, the other sliding beneath Simon’s hoodie. His nails gently dug into the skin of Simon’s lower back, pulling a soft sigh from him.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Just relax for me.” He spoke in a near growl against Simon’s jaw, gently pressing his thigh up further each time Simon rolled his hips down. “You look so good riding my thigh like that.”

The pressure was absolutely divine, making him feel pleasantly dizzy as he leaned back further against the door. Johnny’s touches felt burning against his skin. Each squeeze to his hips and gentle scratch against his back felt maddening. He hadn’t been with anyone in a while, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d craved more from someone this quickly. He could feel Johnny panting against his neck, nearly fully hard against his hip. Each biting kiss placed against his neck felt maddening. He needed more.

He pushed Johnny back just slightly, separating him from his neck and making him take a few steps back. He looked almost shocked, concerned that he’d done something wrong.

“Quit looking at me like that. I’m not letting you fuck me in the entryway. I have a flatmate.” Simon hooked a finger around his chain as he spoke. “Come on.”

He kept his finger loosely hooked into the chain around Johnny’s neck as he walked towards the stairs. He swapped to be guiding Johnny by his wrist towards his room as they went up the stairs.

As soon as they’d made it to Simon’s room, Johnny was back on him like a magnet. He could feel Johnny untying his joggers as he was walked back towards the bed. He barely managed to shuffle them off before Johnny was pushing his sweatshirt up and off of him.

“Didn’t realize you were that fuckin’ desperate for it.” He mumbled softly as he tossed his hoodie to the side. Simon did enjoy watching as Johnny took off his own tank-top and joggers, however. The picture he’d gotten didn’t do his appearance justice. Johnny was well built, a dark layer of hair trailing over his abs with a defined trail leading down towards his boxers. Johnny was incredibly well built, and he knew it.

“Forgive me for not bein’ patient. I spent all night thinking about you. Can’t exactly blame me for being eager.”

Simon sat down on the bed and leaned up on his elbows, tilting his head to the side as he watched Johnny crawl between his legs. He looks even better on his knees , he thought to himself. He lifted his hips as soon as Johnny grabbed onto the waistband of his boxers. What he didn’t expect was the almost pleading look on Johnny’s face as he leaned in closer.

“Can I?”

“Quit fuckin’ staring at me like that, jesus christ…” He spread his legs a little more as he laid back fully against the bed. “Yes.”

“Thought about doing this all night.” His looped his arms beneath Simon’s thighs, tugging him just slightly closer before trailing kisses down his inner thigh. “I’d spend all day right here if you let me.”

He couldn’t tell if Johnny was being serious or exaggerating, but any complaints he wanted to lodge at him died in his throat as soon as he felt Johnny’s tongue against his cock. He panted softly as he let his head fall back against the bed. He felt Johnny’s tongue trail along the underside of his cock as he took it fully into his mouth, the metal of his tongue piercing teasing along it as he suckled onto it. He didn’t pull back to breathe until he absolutely needed to, his tongue trailing down to lap between his folds before two fingers slid inside of him with ease. He crooked his fingers just right and pulled a soft whine from Simon.

Simon panted softly, reaching down and tangling a hand into Johnny’s hair. He rocked his hips up slowly as Johnny continued moving his fingers, alternating between teasing drags and slowly working him open. He was good. Much better than he expected him to be.

“Fuck, Johnny…” Simon lifted his head briefly, his heart leaping into his throat as he looked down at Johnny. His eyes didn’t leave his face for a moment, his head bobbing slightly as he worked his tongue over Simon’s cock.

He pulled off just briefly, his lips slightly glossy from spit and Simon’s arousal, as he slid a third finger inside of him. “Good?”

“Do you have to fucking ask?” His voice was more strained than he wanted it to be in that moment, but he forgot about it as soon as he felt Johnny’s mouth back on him again. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. Yet another thing he hadn’t expected.

He let his head fall back with a broken moan, tugging harder on Johnny’s hair as he kept rocking his hips up. His head was nearly spinning, his limbs feeling heavy as the coil in his stomach wound tighter with each passing moment. He could feel Johnny staring at him even though he wasn’t watching him. Knowing he was watching only made everything worse. Knowing he wanted to watch him fall apart, committing that image to memory just to replay it later sent him tumbling over the edge with a soft whine. Johnny didn’t pull back until his thighs started quivering from overstimulation.

“Jesus fucking christ…are you trying to kill me or something?” He leaned up as Johnny was standing up, his stomach fluttering as he watched Johnny meticulously lick his fingers clean.

“Can’t help myself around you, sweetheart. Didn’t hear you complaining about it either.” To Simon’s surprise, Johnny was still fully hard in his boxers. “What? You can take it. I know you can.”

“Never said I couldn’t.” He watched hungrily as Johnny dropped his boxers, his eyes staying for a moment too long before trailing back towards Johnny’s face. “Didn’t think you’d get much out of that.”

“You thought wrong.” He leaned forward slightly, placing his hands on top of Simon’s thighs and gently rubbing them. “You still want to keep going? I brought condoms, I’d just have to find my pants to get them.”

“I’m fine without. I’m not seeing anyone else.” Simon could see just how much Johnny’s eyes lit up as he spoke.

“Was hoping you’d say that.” His hands shifted and grabbed the underside of Simon’s knees. He pulled him closer before flipping Simon over onto his stomach, turning him to be facing towards the foot of the bed before coaxing his knees up beneath him. He quickly kneeled behind Simon, his hand bracing on his lower back as he slid his cock between his folds, teasing across his hole and against his cock. “The pictures you sent just don’t do you any justice, doll. Looks like you’re fuckin’ made for this.”

He pulled his hips back briefly, the head of his cock just barely catching against the rim of his entrance before he rutted forward against Simon again. Of course he’d be a fucking tease. “Are you gonna keep talking or are you gonna fuck me?”

Johnny’s hand tangled into Simon’s hair and he pulled hard , forcing Simon’s back to arch further as he got pulled up. “Just knew you’d be fucking mouthy. You’ll take what I fucking give you.”

This side of Johnny wasn’t something that Simon expected, but it didn’t entirely surprise him either. If anything, he’d hoped for it. He kept his head lifted up, holding eye contact with Johnny in the mirror as he slowly rocked his hips back against him. “I’m not gonna beg for it.”

Johnny gripped harder onto his hips, leaning back for a moment before lining himself up. “Not gonna make you. Not this time, at least.” He slowly pressed inside him, stopping for a moment as soon as he felt Simon tense up. “Breathe, sweetheart. Relax for me.”

Simon nodded, leaning his head back down and pressing his forehead against his forearm. He rocked his hips back as soon as he was ready for more. The stretch was intense, still just barely burning despite being worked open earlier. Johnny’s hands were soothing over his hips and lower back as he kept slowly pressing in. He swore he could feel Johnny up against his fucking lung.

“There you go, take all of me. Good boy.” He whimpered as soon as Johnny bottomed out, feeling the head of his cock just barely nudging against his cervix when he hadn’t even properly moved yet. “Do you need a minute?”

“Quit– stop being so fucking nice to me. Move. ”

Johnny’s grip on his hips tightened slightly as he started making slow, shallow thrusts into him. He was gentle and cautious at first, still wanting to give Simon time to adjust. Simon rocked his hips back in time with him, but he was quickly growing impatient with his pacing. With how Johnny had texted him, he didn’t expect or want princess treatment. He lifted his head up for a moment.

“Fucking hell, Soap, fuck me like you mean it.” He locked eyes with Johnny in the mirror, the look on Johnny’s face sending a zip of arousal down his spine. He knew he was practically poking a sleeping bear, but he knew exactly what he was doing. He knew that he’d get what he wanted if he pushed just enough .

“Couldn’t be patient, could you? If you’re that fucking desperate, I’ll give it to you.” He pulled almost all of the way out before slamming back in to the hilt, forcing the air out of Simon’s lungs in a rush. “Is that what you wanted? Want me to treat you like a slut? All you had to do was ask, doll.”

Simon arched his back further towards the bed as soon as he felt Johnny leaning over him, nearly moaning as soon as he felt his hand at the back of his neck. He kept his face hidden in his arms and the mess of blankets at the foot of the bed. It muffled him just slightly, but he didn’t mind that.

He could hear Johnny panting heavily behind him, the hand still on his hip gripping him more than hard enough to bruise. He maintained the brutal pacing of his hips, not faltering for even a moment. It was almost suffocating. He was deep, almost too deep, but Simon didn’t want him to stop. He let himself get lost in the feeling, reaching his hand back and slowly starting to stroke himself off. He stopped as soon as Johnny leaned back, lifting his head up as he got pulled up by his hair.

“You had all this talk about wanting me behind you earlier…” He leaned down slightly, licking a bead of sweat off Simon’s neck and nipping at the skin as he held eye contact with him through the mirror. “Said all that and you won’t even watch?”

He’d slowed down significantly, his thrusts becoming much more shallow. Each movement rolled the head of his cock against Simon’s cervix, his jaw falling open in a silent cry. Johnny’s hand moved down, keeping his face held up by his jaw instead of his hair. It wasn’t comfortable, but Simon could deal with it.

“Driving me that fucking crazy and you won’t even watch.” He tapped his fingers against Simon’s jaw, still slowly rolling his hips against him. Simon could hardly think straight, his eyes growing hazy. Each roll of Johnny's hips hurt but he wanted more. It was suffocating. He had nowhere to move, trapped and pinned with Johnny slowly grinding against his cervix. He could easily get off from this if Johnny asked him to. “Look at me.”

Simon obliged, holding eye contact with Johnny until he pointed towards the mirror.

“I want you to watch. Can you do that for me?” He nodded quickly, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment on a harsher thrust. “Use your words, doll.”

“Y-yes– fucking hell-–” Simon looked as wrecked as he sounded, a dark flush stained over his cheeks and down his neck. His eyes were blown out and watery, he was fighting to keep himself held up properly. He wasn’t going to be able to hold on much longer, but it didn’t look like Johnny would be able to either.

He was panting hard, his mouth slack and open as he picked up his pace again. His chain was dangling over Simon just out of reach, swinging slightly with each thrust. Simon almost wanted to bite it, but wouldn’t be able to move to do so.

Johnny’s hand left his jaw after a few moments, trailing back to his hips, but he kept himself propped up with one of his arms. His free arm trailed back underneath himself, slowly jerking himself off. Johnny’s thrusts were growing much harsher and out of rhythm, his breathing just as shaky.

Simon came with a soft gasp, but was sorely disappointed as he felt Johnny pull out just to cum on his back. He let his chest fall down onto the bed once again as soon as Johnny stood up. He wasn’t going to be moving until he came back in with a towel. He could faintly hear the water running in the bathroom, feeling Johnny’s weight causing a divot in the mattress a few moments after it stopped.

“Fuckin’ asshole. If you got it in my hair I’m gonna fucking kill you.” The washcloth was cool on his back. He let himself relax a bit more as Johnny cleaned him off.

“Back to complaining that quickly?” He teased softly, giving his back one final wipe down before easing Simon down onto his side. “I don’t think I did.”

Simon tensed for a moment when he felt Johnny laying down behind him, his arm gently resting over his waist. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy it. He just hadn’t expected it. He relaxed and leaned back against Johnny after a few moments. “Didn’t think you’d be a cuddler.”

“Didn’t think you’d let me either.” He could feel Johnny pressing his face against his shoulder. He was used to his hookups leaving once they’d finished up, but Simon could get used to this.

“I normally don’t. You’re the exception, I guess.” The silence went on for a moment, but Simon didn’t feel awkward or like he needed to say anything. It was comfortable. Different.

“I had fun, but was that good for you too?” He looked back over his shoulder when Johnny spoke, almost confused.

“If you’re trying to ask if I want you to come over again, the answer is yes.” He rolled over onto his back, still staying close to him but not directly cuddling against him. “I had fun.”

The silence lapsed between them for a while longer, neither of them saying very much. They split a joint Johnny brought before cleaning up properly and getting dressed once again. For once, Simon was almost disappointed when he realized that Johnny needed to leave. He didn’t miss the disappointed look on Johnny’s face as he walked him out of the house. He stood in the window, watching Johnny’s car speed off until he couldn’t see it anymore.

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