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“Are you sure this will work?” Simon asks Johnny with a pointed nod to Price.
Johnny shrugs. “You wanted to be dommed at the same time. Team says Price is the best. Gaz, Alejandro, and König highly recommended him.”
Simon eyes Siap. “Really?”
Johnny nods enthusiastically. “Alejandro said, and I quote, ‘he put me in my place like the nasty little slut that I am’ end quote.”
Simon takes a deep breath and remembers his manners. “Wonderful. Well, Captain, will you please join us? I’d like to lay out some specific boundaries.”
Price steps fully into the cabin, an air of security followed him.
“Of course.”
It takes an hour and a half to detail the scene. They insist on hard limits, safe words, and a plan for aftercare. Johnny asks for praise, Simon asks for humiliation, and they both want a heavy dose of degradation which Price agrees to.
It’s days later when they put the plan into action.
After dinner, Simon frets about getting it all wrong until Johnny convinces him to take a hot bath to relax. By the time the water is cold, Simon is relaxed, hard, and ready to lose himself in submission.
Simon has spent months mapping Johnny’s every inch. He’s choked on his cock, fucked him into the stern, and generally enjoyed switching off to experience the many wonders of their sexual activites. The one thing they haven’t been able to experience is the gentle thrum of submitting together. It’s something they’ve talked about, whispers during particularly raucous lovemaking, a fantasy neither of them expected to see to fruition.
And yet is here is Price waiting at their cabin door.
Johnny invites him in while Simon forgets what to do with his hands. He settles on tucking himself into Soap's side and Johnny kisses his head absentmindedly.
“Shall we begin?” Johnny asks and points to the pillows and blankets they’ve placed in the middle of the room.
“Yes, strip and kneel. No more chatter.”
Simon removes his robe, sinks to his knees, and turns to see Johnny do the same. Johnny slides a glance to Simon and winks.
Price takes a moment to stare at them, eyes focused, mouth a thin line.
“Two of you ought to be ashamed, asking your Captain to discipline you."
Simon opens his mouth to call it off and apologize, but Price raises a hand. “Giving up that fast, are you? You’re softer than I thought, Lieutenant.”
Simon shuts his mouth and takes a breath.
“And Sergaent? Spread those knees for me. Sit back.” Johnny does as he’s asked and Price steps forward to caress his cheek. “Pretty as a picture. Very good.”
Simon tries to sit back and mirror Johnny but Price tuts him. “Can’t follow orders for shit. Stay still.”
Simon feels himself flush and his cock gives an interested twitch. Knowing this was going to happen, the bare outline of it, is different from experiencing it, and Simon allows himself to sink into the moment. Price shifts to place a hand on his head and Simon nuzzles into it.
Price steps back. “Soap, come here.”
Simon watches Johnny crawl forward as Price takes his cock out of his trousers. Simon’s hands clench on his thighs and he bites his lip. Soap brushes his cheek against Price length, but Price locks eyes with Simon as he speaks to Johnny. “Sergeant, put your mouth to good use.”
Simon shudders but keeps his mouth shut. Johnny opens his lush pinks lips, lips Simon has felt on the most intimate parts of his body, lips Simon has fucked into, has caressed, has ruined. Simon watches riveted as Price’ cock disappears. It’s gentle at first and Johnny uses his agile hands to caress Price’ length.
Simon whimpers and Price snaps his fingers. “I have no interest in hearing you unless you’re choking on my cock.”
Simon gets harder at that. He can’t decide if he’s jealous of Price or of Johnny, and he realizes that it doesn’t matter. He’s here for pleasure, not for thinking, and Simon allows the wet noises of Johnny sucking another man’s cock to overtake his focus.
Price stills Soap's fingers and Johnny places his hands behind his back. It’s an act that Simon has witnessed often but seeing it from this angle is a revelation. Johnny is graceful and smooth, keeping his tongue working around the thick cock between his lips, and Price smiles.
“I’m going to fuck your throat raw, Mctavish. You know your safe word?”
Johnny pulls off and speaks. “I do, sir.”
Price taps his cheek. “Alex is sir, I’m your god. Now open that hole.”
Simon is so hard that he feels his cock drip a bead of precome. He doesn’t dare look at himself. He doesn’t want to miss a moment of the show.
Johnny opens his mouth, lays out his tongue, and looks up at Price. He’s so demure like this and Simon marvels at the vastness of his Sergeant who can be filthy and sweet in the span of a moment.
Price pulls Johnny’s head forward onto his cock and begins to thrust. It’s a harsh rhythm and Simon listens to the music of Johnny’s choking gasps. The moments stretch, Simon hard as nails, as Johnny is used roughly.
Simon imagines how sore Johnny’s jaw must be, how his throat must hurt, and whimpers as he thinks about how much he wants to be at Price’ feet being useful.
“Jealous, baby?” Price asks and Simon nods.
“Come on then,” Price says with a wave of his hand. Simon realizes with a flash that Johnny doesn’t want to give up his position and he crawls forward with purpose.
Simon kneels just next to Soap and leans forward to lick around Johnny’s stretched lips as Price continues to thrust. Simon feels a rush and mouths at Price’ cock as it pushes into Johnny’s mouth.
It’s disgusting. It’s degrading, helping his friend suck off the Captain of their team. It’s one of the most brilliant things Simon has ever done and he never wants it to end.
“So greedy, both of you. Bet you’d let the whole 141 use you like this. Maybe we can have that arranged. You’d beg, wouldn’t you?"
Simon hears and feels their twin moans around the cock being shared between them. Price stills Johnny’s head and allows his cock to push between Simon’s lips.
“Fair’s fair,” Price says and Simon watches as Soap eyes the movement.
Simon is caught off guard by the first thrust and chokes. Tears come to his eyes and he tries to pull back.
“Sergeant, keep him still.”
Simon hears Johnny shift toward him and then gentle hands bracket his neck behind his ears. Johnny holds him still as Price allows him a breath and then pushes forward to hold his cock deep in Simon’s throat.
“Thought you’d be better at this, what with all the cocksucking,” Price says and Simon’s cheeks grow hot. He feels embarrassment lick up his spine and his cock jumps.
“All the best whores get off on it,” Price says conversationally and nudges Simon’s abandoned cock with his boot. Simon shudders forward at the contact.
“Think it’s time you share like good boys.”
Price steps back and Simon gasps as he breathes easily again. Johnny’s hands are still hot on his neck and Simon tilts into Johnny briefly. Johnny offers him lazy smile and Simon falls in love with him all over again.
They shuffle forward in unison and Simon offers Price’ length a long lick as Johnny mouths on the wet cockhead. Their tongues tangle with Price between them and Price sinks his fingers into their hair. Simon imagines the picture they must make, both hard and flushed, fighting for a wet lick of cock and a press of greedy lips.
Price groans. “M’going to paint your face, Lieutenant, and then you’re going to let Johnny lick it off. Any questions, captains?”
Simon knows this is Price checking in, that he could say “quack” and all of this would stop. Simon wouldn’t dream of it. He nods and feels Johnny’s movement next to him. Simon feels a rush at the idea that they’re both getting off on one of Simon’s deepest fantasies. He knows Johnny's going to fuck him later as a reward.
Simon pulls off and opens his mouth. Johnny lets out a quiet gasp beside him. Simon arches his back, spreads his thighs, and winks at Johnny. Simon knows he’s not the most graceful man in the world but he knows what Johnny likes to see.
Price begins to to thrust into his palm and Simon closes his eyes. The first splash of come is hot and unexpected but Simon melts as Price’ spend catches his tongue, eyes, cheeks. He’s done this for Johnny but no one else. It feels intimate and revealing, and Simon has a flash of the rest of the crew watching that he quickly bats away.
There’s a moment of silence and then Simon feels a warm tongue against his cheek. Johnny cleans him up slowly, lovingly, with lips against his eyelashes and cheeks, and finally a deep, insistent kiss that forces a moan from Simon’s lungs.
“Alright, behave,” Price says as he drops onto the sette facing the bounty of pillows and blankets. His softening cock grazes the plush upholstery and Simon bites his tongue.
“Ready for the grand finale?”
Simon knows what to do next. He bends over and allows his thighs to spread wide for Johnny. Simon hears Johnny shuffle behind him, feels the heat of him, and whimpers when Johnny caresses his flank.
“Finger him open, Sergeant.”
Simon feels a slick finger against his hole and he sinks down onto his forearms. He glances up at Price who’s watching Johnny’s movements carefully.
Simon feels the weight of Price’ eyes as Johnny breaches him slowly. Simon has never been on display for anyone other than Johnny. He’s never allowed anyone to see him this bare. He feels vulnerable and his breath catches.
Both Johnny and Price notice immediately. Johnny withdraws and Price kneels down to look at him carefully.
“Status, Baby?”
Simon takes a moment to catch himself, to breathe, and offers a smile.
“Good. Overwhelmed. Good,” Simon finally says. That’s enough for Johnny to slide his finger back into Simon but now Price is close, nearly close enough to kiss, but they haven’t talked about that.
Price brings Simon back to the moment. “Bend lower, Lieutenant. I’ve seen how you offer your arse to every man on the team.”
Simon arches his back and feels Johnny press a kiss to his thigh. Another finger, and the slide gets easier. Simon pushes back trying to get more and Price slaps an asscheek.
“Your greedy little hole can wait,” Price says and Simon can’t stop the whine that slides out of him.
Johnny finally lines himself up, and Simon feels the wet tip of his cock circle his hole.
“Slowly, Sergeant. He comes first.”
Johnny offers a shuddery breath and takes Simon’s cock in hand. Johnny has spent hours, days, toying with Simon. He knows every twist, every angle, every brush of a fingertip that will drive Simon to insanity. Simon is not prepared for Johnny to use that knowledge all at once.
Johnny jacks Simon with purpose, like he’s racing toward a finish line, and Simon supposes that he is. The plan is for Johnny to force Simon to completion and then to fuck him until he’s tender and whimpering. It had sounded lovely a few days ago, to perform for Price, to push himself to the brink of too much for Johnny. Now Simon squirms, bracing for the cliff, and Johnny drags him over until Simon whites out.
Normally he’d come back to awareness slowly, bathed in Johnny’s tender kisses, and a warm touch.
There is no waiting this time. Johnny slams into Simon just as his spend hits a particularly pink pillow and Simon keens. It’s immediately too much and Johnny angles his hips until Simon is sure he won’t survive. Johnny doesn’t hold back, and Simon braces himself as Johnny continues to fondle his languishing cock.
Simon closes his eyes, tries to focus on his breathing but he hears Price as he leans back. “Eyes open, Baby. Look at me while he’s fucking you.”
Price’ gaze is piercing, determined, and he watches Simon carefully. Simon feels undone, raw, and all he can do is stare back. Simon feels Johnny get close, his tell-tale shuddery breath loud in the quiet room, and Price waves a hand.
“Not yet,” Price says and Johnny pulls out immediately. It leaves Simon empty, and he feels his hole clench around nothing. Simon feels hot and spent, Johnny’s hands on his hips bordering on too much.
“Very good, Sergeant,” Price says softly. “But I think Simon’s cock needs a little more attention.”
Oh god. Simon had forgotten about this bit. He loves Soap's mouth, enjoys his talented tongue and passion for cocksucking. The rub is that Simon will not come again tonight. He’s too far gone for that.
Simon feels Johnny’s hands urging him to his back and he lays out on the pile of pillows and blankets. It’s heaven for a moment until he feels the heat of Johnny’s mouth around his soft cock and Johnny’s fingers probing his hole. Simon can see Price smirking down at them, and he whimpers.
“Youbcan take more than this, Lieutenant. You told me yourself all the boys passed you around at school,” Price says.
It isn’t true. Simon knows it isn’t true. But the image of himself at the mercy of a dozen schoolboys is too much. He cries out, cheeks flushed, and feels himself get hard again.
Johnny sucks a bruise into his thigh and angles his fingers just so. It’s too much. Simon twists on the soft pillows, fingers finding no purchase, and he comes again with a moan that’s torn from his chest.
“Now you can fuck him,” Price says.
Johnny does not hold back, not this time. Simon knows he’s been hard for ages, and Simon wills himself to get through this final act. Johnny is beautiful in his focus, taking what he needs from Simon’s overstimulated body, and Simon focuses on Johnny’s brown eyes.
Johnny comes, mercifully, beautifully, lovingly.
Exhausted, Simon lets his eyes close. The next thing he knows, he’s snuggled with Johnny and Price is carefully cleaning them both with a warm cloth. And then warm arms, Price between them, offering a solid frame.
Later, after they’ve been fed apple slices and are cozy again, after the pillows have been sent to a corner for cleaning, Price slips out.
Alone, finally. Simon laughs, an awkward giggle, and Johnny cracks an eye open with concern.
“Price just fucked us silly. Price!” Simon says in delight.
Johnny nods, sleepy but smiling. “I’ll remember to let Lucius know that we were pleased with his recommendation.”
Simon sleeps well that night and dreams of what they might do next together.