You and Ghost were in a separate car from the others, driving back to base after a mission that lasted all, day.

You were insanely hungry so you forced Ghost to pull into McDonalds. As you got up to the food pick-up window your crawled over into Ghosts lap to grab your food.

Though, you didn’t pay any attention on how you were positioned, you were just focused on getting your food.

Ghost look at your ass and start had bulge under his pants

Nah, I'm good. You just get what you want. His eyes traced over your ass as he spoke

It's... Fine, I suppose. He shifted slightly in his seat, his hands clenching and unclenching on the steering wheel as he tried to focus on driving rather than the bulge in his pants

I... Fine, you can stay the night. He swallowed hard as he spoke, still trying to ignore the hardness under his pants But don't expect anything special. I'm not in the mood for company tonight.

We drove in silence for a few moments before he finally asked, "Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?" His tone was gruff, almost uncharacteristically gentle.

That's not quite good enough of an answer. If there's something bothering you, just say it. I can take it. He glanced over at Redmond again, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity

*Ghost stiffens slightly at the question, taking a moment to gather his thoughts before answering. His voice is calm and cool when he finally speaks, as if discussing the weather. "I've been with men, yes." He pauses for another beat. "Why do you ask?"

There's something about the way you ask that makes it hard to resist. Something needy, vulnerable... He glances away for a moment, weighing his options before returning his gaze back to Redmond I suppose it might be interesting. If you're really sure you want this...

There's an edge in his tone that he can't quite conceal as he laughs darkly, "Well, I suppose it'd be my pleasure." He pulls into the garage where their base is located and parks the car. Turning to face you, he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. "But don't think this means anything more than what it is tonight, Redmond. I'm still not in the mood for... whatever the fuck it is you're looking for."

His hand slides down to your inner thigh before gripping your hip firmly, guiding you out of the car and up the stairs to their living quarters. Once inside, he pushes you against the wall and kisses you hard, his tongue pressing roughly against yours as one of his hands slips beneath your shirt to caress your stomach before moving higher...

Shit, he tastes so good... Ghost can't help but moan into the kiss as his other hand reaches down to undo Redmond's pants, revealing the younger man's hard length beneath. With a growl of approval, he wraps his fingers around Redmond's cock and begins stroking in time with the thrusts of their tongues. Fuck, it feels so good to finally touch him like this...

The feel of Redmond's touch sends shivers down his spine as he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, breaking the kiss only briefly before resuming it with renewed fervor. With his free hand, Ghost palms Redmond's ass, feeling the younger man's body respond to each thrust of his fingers around his cock. His other hand slides up to grip the back of Redmond's neck, urging him closer as their bodies grind against each other in time with their heated exchange.

"Fuck... you taste so good..." Ghost groans into the kiss, tongue flicking recklessly across Redmond's lips before sliding deeper between them once more. His grip on Redmond's ass tightens as his arousal mounts with each frantic thrust of their hips against each other.

The feel of Redmond's moans vibrating against his neck send him spiraling further out of control. His thrusts become harder, more desperate as he growls into the kiss, the taste of Redmond's lips fueling his lust. Ghost's other hand slides up to grip at the younger man's shoulder before moving lower, kneading at the firm muscle beneath his fingertips.

Fuck, it's been so long since he's felt this much need, this much desire... And even now, with Redmond pressed against him like this, a part of him still can't help but want to push him away. But another, darker part revels in the heat and passion that fills every inch of their bodies as they come together in this intense and brutal embrace.

As you nod pleadingly, his pupils dilate as he watches the anticipation writ large on your face. The feel of your body against him, eager for this, sends a shudder through him that has nothing to do with cold. Slowly, carefully, Ghost lines himself up before pushing slowly into you, feeling the tight heat envelop his length. His eyes never leave yours as he begins to move inside you, steady and strong at first before growing faster, more frenzied.

"Fuck... you feel so good..." He breathes out roughly between clenched teeth, hands braced on the wall beside your head as he takes what you offer, claiming it with a possessiveness that belies his earlier words about not being in the mood for company. The muscles in his abdomen tense and release as he moves, grinding against you in time with his harsh breaths.

And

You feel so good, Redmond. So tight and hot around me... I can't help but let go now that you are. "Cum for me," he growls into the kiss as his movements grow even more frantic, body tensing in preparation for his own release. His hips pound against yours, claiming your ass with each thrust, driving them both closer to their inevitable climaxes.

"God, I'm gonna... Fuck..." The words are torn from him as he feels himself begin to lose control, the sensation of coming for what feels like the first time in years overwhelming him and tearing through every muscle and nerve ending in his body. His mouth presses against yours in a bruising kiss as his body quakes with release, filling you up and leaving them both gasping for air and trembling with spent passion.

As the last shudder runs through his body, he pulls out with a groan, stepping back to catch his breath and survey the damage. His cock twitches in appreciation at the way you're still clenched around him, your eyes glazed over and expression dazed from pleasure.

"Well," he rasps hoarsely, trying to conceal the ache that remains behind the harshness of his tone, "I suppose I should thank you for that." There's an odd mix of relief and regret in his voice as he turns to head toward the bedroom, already feeling the need starting to stir inside him again. But tonight... maybe tomorrow night would be better.

As you disappear into the bathroom, Ghost paces restlessly, his eyes darting around the room before finally settling on something innocuous to focus on. The silence between them is tense and uncomfortable, but he knows it's only a matter of time before one of them breaks and ruins whatever semblance of civilized behavior they'd managed to maintain so far tonight.

"Look... about earlier..." He begins hesitantly, running a hand through his hair as he turns to face the bathroom door. "I didn't mean... I don't know what I meant." His voice trails off, and for a moment it seems like he might not continue. But then he squares his shoulders and finds the strength to say what's on his mind. "Forget it. It doesn't matter."

His eyes slip closed as he's pulled into the kiss, relishing the feel of your lips on his own. Your words send a shiver down his spine, and for a moment it almost seems like they might be enough to break through whatever barrier has been keeping them apart all this time... But then reality rears its ugly head again, and he finds himself pulling away gently, his expression guarded once more.

"Redmond..." He whispers hoarsely, fingers trailing lightly down your chest to rest on your hip. "We both know this isn't... healthy." His gaze drops to where his hand is resting before flitting back up to meet yours again. "I can't give you what you want." There's a kernel of truth in that statement, even if it's buried under layers of denial and resentment toward himself.

His smile slips as he nods, turning to head toward the bedroom door. "Goodnight, Redmond." As his hand reaches out to twist the handle, he hesitates for a moment before looking back over his shoulder. "Try getting some sleep if you can," he says softly. "Tomorrow's going to be another long day." And with that, he disappears into the other room, closing the door behind him.

The quiet hum of the base and the sounds of others preparing for their day don't really register as you go through your morning routine, Ghost among them. You focus on not dwelling on what happened last night, but it seems impossible to shake the memories from your mind. Your eyes drift frequently to where Redmond is likely sitting, working out details or simply enjoying a quiet moment of downtime. You're torn between wanting him close and wanting nothing more than for this awkwardness to disappear entirely.

Eventually, you steel yourself and decide to confront the issue head on. As Redmond looks up from his desk, his gaze meets yours across the room. "We need to talk," you say simply, pushing off the wall you'd been leaning against. With a sigh, Redmond nods and gets to his feet as well, following you into one of the empty rooms further down the hallway. The moment

The word "Lieutenant" feels strange coming out of his mouth, even if it's technically true now. He clears his throat and looks away for a moment, seeming to search for the right words before finally meeting your gaze again. "Look... about last night... I just want you to know that it was a mistake. We shouldn't have done that."

His voice is gruff, rough with emotion he isn't entirely sure how to process. He pauses, hoping for some sort of reaction from you before continuing. "I don't... I don't know what came over me, but it won't happen again." The truth is that he doesn't want it to happen again. But the pull he feels toward you, the desire and need... It's so much stronger than anything else he's felt in a long time.

He watches you walk away with a mix of relief and regret, not sure which emotion is dominant. A part of him wants to go after you, to reassure you that everything will be alright between them... but another part knows that wouldn't solve anything. Instead, he remains where he is, shoulders slumped in defeat as his gaze drifts absently across the room.

"Shit," he mutters under his breath, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Why does everything have to be so complicated?"

Ghost eventually rejoins the others for lunch, though his mind is elsewhere as he listlessly nibbles on his food. The weight of the previous night's events hangs heavily over him, making it difficult to focus or enjoy the camaraderie that usually accompanies their meals together. He downs a glass of water and heads back to work, hoping that maybe some time apart will help clear his head and put things back into perspective.

"Well," he murmurs under his breath as he settles in at his desk once more, "back to the grind."

The day drags on, each moment seeming to take an eternity as he struggles with the emotions and desires that continue to churn within him. Every time he looks up and catches sight of Redmond out of the corner of his eye, it's like a physical blow to the gut. He reminds himself over and over again that what happened last night was a mistake, but part of him can't help but wonder if maybe there was something more to it... Something real, buried beneath all the lust and confusion.

As the sun begins its inexorable descent toward the horizon, he finds himself watching the clock almost obsessively, eager for the workday to finally be over so they can both retreat to their respective rooms and try to forget about what happened. Or at least ignore it long enough to get some sleep.

Finally, it's time for them to leave. The others file out in groups or pairs, chatting amiably about their day and no doubt already looking forward to the night ahead. Ghost lingers for a moment longer, eyes scanning the room before finally settling on Redmond. With a sigh, he makes his way over to you, expression guarded but softening as he nears. "You're leaving early today?"

There's something about the way you avoid his gaze that touches Ghost in a way he doesn't entirely understand. He reaches out, cupping your cheek gently before guiding your face up so he can meet your eyes. "I... I just wanted to say thank you again," he murmurs, his voice husky with emotion. "For last night... it meant more than you'll ever know."

His thumb brushes softly across your lower lip before dropping away, leaving him to wonder if the gesture might have been misinterpreted as something else entirely.

His eyes widen slightly at your harsh tone, and he takes a step back, immediately regretting what he's just said. "I... I didn't mean to upset you." There's genuine apology in his voice now, but it doesn't seem to have any effect on your mood. "Look," he continues, "it's just that last night... it was something else. It meant more than..." His voice trails off as he struggles for the right words before finally deciding, "Forget it. I'm sorry." With a sigh, he turns away, shoulders slumped in defeat once more as he makes his way to his own quarters.