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

As I glance up and catch you looking at me, my heart races a little faster. I want everything...about you. You're so close, your scent enveloping me...I manage to force myself back into focus. "No, thanks," I reply gruffly, though it comes out huskier than intended as my eyes trail over every inch of your body before returning to meet your gaze again.

"We should head back," I say, needing this moment to end so that we can return to our respective corners before things get...complicated.

I can feel the air around us growing tense as our gazes lock. There's an almost tangible electricity between us, and it makes every nerve ending come alive with need. Part of me wants to push things further, see where this goes; another part is screaming at me to pull back before I lose control.

"Fine," I manage to say after several long seconds, finally tearing my eyes away from yours and turning the key in the ignition. "We'll get something on the way." The words feel odd leaving my mouth; they don't seem like enough.

But then again...maybe that's for the best.

As we pull out of the McDonald's parking lot, I feel anger and annoyance bubble up within me at the reminder. It was only supposed to be a joke! A way for us all to rib you about being "good luck." But now...now it feels like more than that. Like you're taking advantage of something private between us.

Keeping my focus on the road, I grit out through clenched teeth, "Fine. Whatever." My voice comes out colder than intended and I immediately regret speaking to you this way. But damn it...you shouldn't have brought that up right now. Not when I'm already so on edge around you.

As we drive in silence for several minutes, the tension between us grows almost unbearable. I can feel your gaze on me, and I know that you're just as affected by this situation as I am. The thought of having you at my place...in my space...is both thrilling and terrifying all at once.

When we finally arrive back at base, our teammates have already retired for the night, leaving us to deal with whatever it is that's going on between us alone. I pull up beside your assigned parking spot and kill the engine. "Go ahead," I murmur gruffly, trying - and failing - to keep my tone casual as I lean over towards you. "I don't want to be late."

As you press your body against mine, my pulse races wildly in response. The feel of your skin on mine is intoxicating; I want to touch every inch of you, feel how your muscles tense and relax beneath my fingers. But I also know that I should push you away...that this isn't the time or place for this.

"You don't need to come with me," I manage to say through gritted teeth, doing my best to keep my voice neutral. "I can go alone." My hands clench into fists at my sides as I fight against the desire to pull you closer, claim your mouth in a searing kiss that lasts for hours.

I don't look back at you as I lead the way up to my place, my strides purposeful and sure. Despite the cool night air, a flush creeps up my neck and spreads across my cheeks as I imagine what might happen if we were alone in here...how easily this could spiral out of control.

As soon as we reach the door to my apartment, I pause with my hand on the knob, taking a deep breath in an effort to calm myself down before turning around and meeting your gaze once more. "You should probably just go," I say quietly, hating how hoarse my voice sounds. "It's been a long day...and we both know this isn't a good idea."

I swallow hard, torn between the urge to tell you no and the unfamiliar pull I feel toward taking care of you. This is too much, too soon...and yet...you look so pathetic standing there, eyes wide and pleading. You trust me enough to come here when you have nowhere else to go...what kind of person would turn you away?

With a sigh, I nod reluctantly. "Yeah," I say gruffly, moving aside so that you can enter the apartment first. "You can stay for tonight." As we both step inside, I close the door behind us and lean back against it, trying to regain some of my composure. It's going to be a long night...

As your arms circle around my waist, I stiffen slightly at first, resisting the urge to push you away. But then the feel of your body pressed against mine...the warmth and trust emanating from your touch...it's almost too much. My chest tightens and my heart beats a little faster in response.

God, what am I doing? This is a bad idea. We should stay apart...but then again...maybe not. It feels good to finally have someone who understands the things that make me tick.

As I follow your gaze over to the painting hanging on my living room wall, I can't help but feel a little self-conscious. It's not like anyone else has ever noticed them before. "I do that now and then," I say quietly, taking a seat across from you on the couch. "It helps me clear my head...deal with stuff."

I lean back, my eyes drifting around the room before fixing once more on yours. "So, what brings you here tonight, Red?" It's not that I don't already know the answer; it's just that hearing you say it out loud might help me understand why things are suddenly feeling so complicated between us.

I swallow hard, my throat suddenly feeling tight and dry. I knew you were gay...but hearing it come out of your mouth like that leaves me reeling. It doesn't make sense...why am I feeling this way? "It's not a problem," I manage to say after several long seconds, looking away from you as I try to compose myself. "You can stay here for tonight."

There's an awkward silence that hangs between us for several moments as we both struggle with our own thoughts and feelings. Finally, I clear my throat and break the tension by asking, "Want something to eat? I can make us some dinner or get takeout if you'd rather."

I nod and get up from the couch, gesturing for you to follow me. "It's through that door over there," I say as we enter a small, cozy kitchen. "Just help yourself to whatever you want." I lean against the counter, watching as you move around confidently in your element, making dinner with ease.

A part of me wants to reach out and touch you...to feel the warmth of your skin against mine again. But another part tells me that this isn't the time or place for that sort of thing. Not when there are so many other things going on in our lives right now. So I stand back, content to just observe for now.

Your pasta smells amazing. I couldn't help but watch you as you moved around the kitchen with such confidence and ease; it was a sight to behold. "It looks delicious," I tell you as we sit down at the table, each of us digging in. "Thanks for making dinner."

The meal passes without much conversation, both of us lost in our own thoughts and feelings about what's transpired between us tonight. But despite the silence, there's an odd sort of comfort that comes from sharing this small moment together...from knowing that we're both here for each other when it counts most.

I clear my throat, searching for something to say that won't make things even more awkward than they already are. "So...are you enjoying the team so far?" I ask cautiously, hoping to steer the conversation in a less personal direction. "You seem pretty good with that knife."

I try not to think about how much I want your knife...in another context entirely.

The image you paint with your hand gestures brings an entirely new level of awkwardness to the conversation. I shift uncomfortably in my seat, trying not to look at your fingers too closely as they grace the air around you. "Well," I manage to say after a moment's hesitation, "I'm sure you'll fit right in."

I take a sip of water, trying to buy myself some time to calm down and regain my composure. It's going to be a long night.

I wave away your apology with a casual gesture, trying to pretend that I'm not affected by your words or the heat that suddenly rushes into my cheeks. "It's fine," I say quietly, looking anywhere but at you as I finish off another bite of pasta. "Just...try not to do that again?"

There's an uncomfortable silence that follows, and it takes every ounce of self-control I have not to reach out and touch your hand just to shut the entire thing down. But this is a bad idea...we both know it. We should keep our distance...for now.

There's not much more to say after that, and so we finish our meal in silence. Once the dishes are done, I offer you a bed for the night while I take the couch; it's not exactly comfortable, but at least I know where I belong there. As I lie awake on the unfamiliar surface, my mind races with thoughts of you...of what could have been if things were different between us.

It feels like an eternity before sleep finally claims me, and even then it's restless and fitful, filled with dreams that leave me feeling even more confused than I was before.

I ignore your protests, already half-asleep by the time I get up and guide you toward the bed. The last thing I want is for you to be uncomfortable on the couch all night. As soon as you're settled beneath the covers, my exhaustion finally catches up with me and pulls me under, but sleep eludes me still.

Instead, I find myself lying awake next to you, unable to resist the urge to study your features in the darkness. There's something about the way you move in your sleep...the sounds you make when you think no one can hear them. It all feels intimate and raw and real...and it draws me closer still.

A choked gasp escapes me as your hand clamps down on my arm. My heart races, panic swirling through me until I realize what's happening; you're just sleeping. My body trembles with the effort it takes to calm myself down and not react to this sudden intimacy.

"Shhh," I whisper, trying to soothe you as much as myself. "It's okay, I'm here." Carefully, I remove your hand from my arm and set it gently back down beside you on the bed, hoping that this small gesture will be enough to reassure you without provoking any further restlessness.

As if sensing my presence, your head turns slightly in my direction, and for a moment our gazes meet in the darkness. The air between us crackles with an energy I haven't felt since...well, ever. But before either of us can react to this

My heart skips a beat as I feel the warmth of your lips against mine. For a moment, time stands still as I drink in the sweetness of your kiss; soft and gentle, yet filled with an unspoken hunger that has me reeling. My hands find their way to your shoulders, tracing the edges of your shirt, feeling the smooth skin beneath my fingertips.

The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent as we both lose control; a desperate need for closeness and connection surging through us like a tidal wave. My body arches into yours, pressing our hips together in a demand for more intimacy that leaves me breathless with want.

The feel of your lips on my skin sends shivers down my spine as you explore every inch of me with tender but urgent kisses. I reach up, tangling my fingers in your hair, pulling you closer still, lost in the heat of this moment. My hips arch off the bed in rhythm with yours, needing that connection to ground me while everything else spins out of control.

With a groan, I roll us both over so that I'm pinning you beneath me; your sharp intake of breath only serves to fuel my desire for more. My hands move lower, unbuttoning and parting your pajama bottoms as one thought consumes me: I need to feel your skin against mine. The sensation of your hard length pressed against my stomach sends a shudder through me, making it difficult to think clearly.

As I look down at you, my vision blurs with desire. The sight of your need written so clearly on your face is intoxicating, and with a groan I position myself between your spread legs, the head of my cock pressing against your waiting entrance. Your inner muscles clench and spasm around me as I push forward, slowly but surely sliding home inside you.

My hips still, letting you adjust to the thickness of me while I savor the feel of being connected with you again after so long apart. With a soft moan, I begin to move, rocking my hips back and forth in a rhythm that has us both gasping for air as our bodies meld together in this moment of intense passion.

My hands find purchase on your thighs, pulling you closer still as the sensation of being buried deep inside you sends shockwaves through me again and again, leaving me shud

The feeling of being inside you again, of your body moving in perfect rhythm with mine, is enough to drive me wild. I bite down on my bottom lip, trying not to scream out as the pleasure grows too intense to bear; my hips move faster now, desperate for release but afraid it will only make this feel better.

I look down at you, taking in your flushed cheeks and parted lips, and I know that this is wrong...that we shouldn't be doing this...but I can't seem to find the strength to stop. You feel so good beneath me; so warm and welcoming. It feels like coming home after being lost for far too long.

With your encouraging words ringing in my ears, I close my eyes and let myself go. The sound that escapes me is raw and primal; a growl of pleasure mixed with desperation as the intensity builds inside me. My movements become more erratic, my hips moving frantically as I try to find some sort of release from this insatiable need.

As I look down at you once again, your eyes meet mine and hold fast, conveying a sense of trust and surrender that makes my heart ache with emotion. This is more than just sex; it's something deeper...more meaningful than either of us could have ever anticipated. And in this moment, as we are so perfectly entwined, I can't help but wonder how much longer I can keep myself from telling you everything.

The sound of your moans echo through the room, feeding the fire that burns inside me. I thrust harder into you, lost in the sensation of being so perfectly connected; skin to skin and heart to heart. My grip on your thighs tightens as I fight against the urge to come just yet, wanting this moment to last forever.

With a cry that's more than just pleasure, I feel myself finally surrendering to the inevitable, my body tensing as it reaches the peak of ecstasy. As I come, so do you; our cries intertwine in the darkness as our bodies writhe together in shared release.

For what feels like an eternity, we lay tangled together on the bed, catching our breath and trying to process everything that's just happened between us. Finally, when I think I can speak without my voice cracking, I turn to look at you once more

Your eyes meet mine, and in their depths I see something that stops me dead in my tracks. There's a vulnerability there...an honesty that leaves me feeling exposed and raw. For a moment, it feels like you can see right through me; like you know all my secrets and loves the parts of me that no one else ever could.

With trembling fingers, I reach up to brush a strand of hair from your face, trying not to think about what this means for us or where we go from here. All that matters is that in this moment, we are together...and nothing can take that away.

"It was," I manage to say, my voice rough with emotion. "I...I don't usually do this sort of thing." As soon as the words leave my mouth, I realize how lame they sound; like admitting it somehow makes it less special or real. But you seem to understand anyway, meeting my gaze with nothing but acceptance and understanding.

After a moment, I swallow hard and ask, "Do you want to...sleep some more? Or maybe we should talk about this?" My heart is racing again, anticipation and fear tangled together in a knot in my stomach as I wait for your answer.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself before I speak. "Okay," I finally manage, my voice slightly shaky still. "You know...it's just that we've never really talked about why I disappeared all those years ago or what happened while I was gone." The words tumble out of me in a rush, as if once given permission to speak they can no longer be contained.

"It wasn't an easy decision," I continue, my fingers sinking deeper into your hair, seeking some sort of comfort and familiarity in the simple act. "I had to leave everything behind...my family, my friends, even my dog. It was all just too much." My voice breaks on the last word, thick with emotion, as memories both good and bad flood back into my mind.

I take a moment to compose myself before continuing. "You were the only person I could talk to, Red. The one who understood me and made me feel...not alone." There's a pause as I gather my thoughts, unsure how much more of this I can say without completely falling apart. Finally, I force out the words: "I was in love with you, you know?"

There. It's out there now, hanging between us like an anchor, weighing down everything else we've said and done. I hold my breath, waiting for your response, but instead of speaking you simply nod, as if giving me permission to go on.

My heart races as you ask that question, the answer swirling through me in a maelstrom of emotions too tangled and complicated to put into words. "I...don't know," I manage finally, my voice barely more than a whisper. "Things have changed since then, and we're in such different places now."

I close my eyes, struggling to make sense of it all in my head. How can I possibly still be in love with you after everything that happened? And yet...a part of me can't help but wonder if perhaps there might still be a chance for us. If maybe we could find our way back to each other somehow.

I study your face as you say those words, searching for some hint of falsehood and finding none. It's not enough to make a decision, but it's definitely something to think about...to hold onto in the midst of all this confusion. I close my eyes again, taking a deep breath as I try to sort through everything that's been said and done.

"I don't know what comes next," I admit softly. "I just know that...I don't want things to go back to how they were before." My fingers tighten in your hair, seeking some kind of reassurance, even as my heart begins to race with hope. Maybe there is a way for us to figure this out together...if we're brave enough to try.

I nod slowly in agreement. "You're right...we do have to walk through it together." Tentatively, I lean forward and press a chaste kiss against your lips, wanting nothing more than for this moment of uncertainty to feel like the beginning of something new and beautiful rather than the end. With my heart racing and hope swirling in my chest, I wonder what the future holds for us...and whether we'll finally be able to find our way back home to each other.

The feel of your lips against mine sends shivers down my spine. "I love you too," I whisper, my words barely audible above the sound of our breaths mingling together in the darkness. The touch of your skin, the heat of your body...they all feel so right, as if we were always meant to be this close.

As dawn begins to creep through the curtains, casting a pale pink glow across the room, I find myself lost in the moment and unable to pull away from you. Maybe tomorrow we'll figure out what comes next...but for now, all that matters is that we have each other. And as long as we have that, anything seems possible.

I drift off as well, my fingers still tangled in your hair and my body pressed against yours. It's the most content I've been in years, feeling your warmth and your presence surrounding me. As sleep finally takes me under, I can't help but hope that this time tomorrow will bring us closer still...and maybe even a brighter future.

The smell of breakfast wafting through the room is enough to pull you from your slumber. Your eyes flutter open, taking in the sight of the cozy bedroom and the figure moving around near the kitchen. It's him...and he's making you breakfast. A warmth spreads through your chest at this simple gesture, making you feel cherished and loved in a way that you haven't felt in far too long.

Slowly, carefully, you push yourself up into a seated position, taking in the sight of him moving about so gracefully, his bare feet padding across the floor. Despite having seen him naked only hours before, there's something uniquely erotic about this new perspective; it's like catching a glimpse of something intimate and personal that he hasn't meant for you to see.

You clear your throat, drawing his attention away from the stove and toward you

His face flames red as he turns to look at you, his cheeks still rosy from sleep. "You're awake," he says quietly, the relief in his voice unmistakable. "I, uh...hope you like breakfast." He gestures toward the table, where steaming plates wait for you both.

"It smells amazing," you admit with a smile, still unable to look away from him. "What are we having?"

With a grateful smile, you climb back into bed, making room for him to join you. Once he's settled against the pillows beside you, you hand him his plate and dig in yourself. The conversation between bites is mostly limited to soft murmurs and small talk about how delicious everything tastes or how much better the food is when someone else makes it.

As you eat, you can't help but steal glances at him out of the corner of your eye; marveling at how comfortable this feels, like nothing in the world could tear you apart now that he's here with you. The thought sends a shiver down your spine and an ache low in your belly, making it difficult to focus on anything else but the way his fingers curl around his fork or the sound of his voice as he tells you about some long-forgotten memory from their past.

"No, no," he says quickly, blushing even deeper. "I'm just...enjoying this moment with you." He looks down at the plate in his lap, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "It feels like we're back to how things used to be..." His voice trails off, and for a moment neither of you says anything else.

His eyes meet yours and he gives you the faintest hint of a smile. "I'm glad." He takes another bite of his food, chewing thoughtfully before asking, "So what do you want to do today?" His question hangs in the air between you, heavy with meaning and potential for change.

His eyes light up at your answer, and he reaches over to take your hand in his. "I'd like that," he says softly, squeezing your fingers gently. For a moment, the two of you just sit there, lost in each other's eyes and the potential of this new day. The future might still be uncertain, but for now, at least you have each other to navigate it together.

I blush at your compliment, looking away briefly before meeting your gaze again. "Thank you...it's nice to know that some things never change." I lean in closer, my heart racing as I breathe in the scent of your skin and feel the warmth of your breath on my lips. "And if anything does change," I whisper, my voice barely a murmur, "I hope it's us...together."

My lips brush against yours, tentative at first but growing bolder as I taste you once more. His hands thread through my hair, pulling me closer until there's no space between us; our bodies pressed so tightly together that it feels like we've become one person sharing the same heartbeat and the same breath. As the kiss deepens, there's a sense of rightness to this moment that takes away any doubt or uncertainty about where we stand.

For now,

I wrap my arms around you, pulling you in even closer as our kisses grow more urgent and needy. My hands slide down your back, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath my fingertips, and it's like I can feel every inch of him responding to me, calling out for more. As the feelings build inside me, so does the realization that I want this...I need this.

With a groan, I roll us both over until you're lying beneath me; your legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me even closer to your body. You feel so good like this, soft and willing and aching for me in all the right places. It's intoxicating, addictive...and as I begin to move against you again, lost in the sensation of being connected on this deepest level, there's no question left in my mind about where we stand or what comes next.

As you guide his erection into your body, he moans against your lips, the sensation so much more intense now that you're finally together again. Your skin feels hot and slick beneath him, and as he begins to move, thrusting deep inside you with a growl of possession, it's like all the tension between them dissipates in an instant, replaced by the heady rush of desire and need.

His fingers dig into your hips, holding on tight as he takes you harder and faster, his body moving in perfect rhythm with yours. He watches as your face contorts in pleasure, eyes clenched shut and mouth open in a silent moan; it's exhilarating to know that he's the one who can make you feel this way.

As your words wash over him, he picks up the pace, moving faster and deeper inside you as his own release nears. His thrusts grow rougher, more urgent, and it's clear that he can't hold out much longer; the pleasure is too intense and the connection between them too powerful to ignore.

With a primal growl, he slams into you one final time, his body tensing as he comes deep inside you, shooting hot cum across your insides in waves of bliss. It's the most perfect moment; the culmination of everything they've been through and everything they've felt for each other up until this point.

As his orgasm finally begins to subside, he collapses on top of you, breathing heavily against your neck. For several heartbeats, all you can hear is the sound of their labored breathing as they catch their breath together, both

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you before," he whispers, still out of breath. "It was...so hard to come back to this, and I didn't know how you'd react." He presses a chaste kiss against your forehead, his fingers still tangled in your hair as he holds himself above you.

You can feel him softening inside you, but before he withdraws completely, he looks deep into your eyes, searching for something that he might have lost along the way. "I'm here now," he says quietly. "And I don't want to lose you again."

His heart leaps into his throat at your words. He returns the smile, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief washing over him. "Thank you," he whispers, his voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breaths. As he begins to move again, carefully pulling out of you and rolling onto his side, he finds himself staring at your body, marveling at its perfection even as it holds the evidence of what they've just shared together.

"I love you," he murmurs, tracing a fingertip along the edge of your jaw before letting it drift lower, toward your collarbone and then higher, to brush against your lips again. "And I'm not letting go this time."

His smile widens at your words, and he leans in to kiss you softly. As he pulls away, he brushes another stray hair from your face, his fingers lingering there for a moment before they find their way back to your neck, gently massaging the skin beneath his fingertips. "What do you want to do now?" he asks quietly, looking into your eyes with such sincerity that it takes your breath away.

It's then that you realize how much power this moment holds; not just in terms of their relationship, but for both of them individually as well. You have the chance to shape the future together or tear them apart all over again. The weight of the decision makes your heart race and your palms grow sweaty, but deep down inside, you know what you want...and you hope that he does too.

He smiles at your genuine question and studies your face, searching for any hint of discomfort or uncertainty. Seeing only curiosity and love mirrored back at him, he takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he makes his decision. "I want to stay with you," he whispers, his fingers tightening around your neck in the barest gesture of possession. "And find out what else we can be together."

As the words leave his mouth, he feels an almost electric current running through him; a sense of hope and possibility that he hasn't felt in years. With each beat of his heart, he knows that this time is different; better, more real than anything they've had before. And with you by his side, he has the confidence to face whatever challenges might lie ahead.

He smiles at your confidence and the unwavering faith in their relationship, even after everything they've been through. Slowly, carefully, he leans forward to press another kiss against your lips; this one much gentler than the first but no less passionate. As their lips linger together, their bodies aligned from shoulders to knees and skin flushed with desire, it feels like they're finally in sync again; moving toward something greater than either of them could have ever dreamed of on their own.

His hand finds its way up your chest, tracing idle patterns along your collarbone and up toward your ear before tucking a strand of hair behind it, framing your face just the way he likes it. "We'll figure this out together," he whispers, his voice soft but determined. "And I promise you...it will be worth every second."

The ghost blushes at your words, even as they elicit a chuckle from him. "I'm glad," he says sincerely, leaning in to brush his lips against yours once more. As you kiss, he feels the warmth of desire course through him and knows that, no matter what challenges lie ahead, you will always be there with him; a steady hand to guide him through the darkness back toward the light where they belong.