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Lover of My Lover

Summary:

Things with Johnny and Simon have been great, but Johnny wonders if it could be better…
Then Mace shows up, and shows Johnny how to treat Simon right.

Notes:

I jerked off to the idea, I couldn’t NOT share it.
The world needs more Mace stans.

Plot is dubious at best.

Simon is trans, cock and pussy are both used for his genitalia.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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 Johnny can say he’s never been happier. 
 Sure he’s the youngest to ever pass SAS selection, and yeah he’s on a top secret, incredibly important black ops team. 
 But those are just titles. Statuses. 
 Ever since he and Simon got their heads out of their asses and actually talked to each other… things have been amazing. 
 He’s always wanted a love like his parents’ and now he has it. Simon is everything. His rock, his laughter, his solace. Simon is everything to John. 
 Not to mention, the sex is fucking fantastic. 
 Yeah, things have been great. They’re thriving in their own little world together. 
 But sometimes… John wishes he could make things just a little bit better. 
 Truthfully, it’s very trivial, and he’s kept it to himself, for fear of upsetting Simon. 
 It’s just that… he wishes Simon was a little more loud in bed. Or at least more outwardly appreciative.  
 At most, Simon will let out quiet moans and sighs when he feels good. A whimper if he’s really close to orgasm. And John has accepted that. 
 He thought he did, at least. 
 But fuck, he wants to make Simon scream. 
 Ultimately, it’s selfish and unfair of him. Simon is always naturally quiet, one of the many things John adores about him. And yes, he cherishes every sigh and soft groan of pleasure. 
 Not to mention that Simon gets wet at the drop of a hat, and clings onto John like he’ll never let go. 
 John tries to make peace with those small tokens. Evidence of Simon’s pleasure. But he’s also a traditional lover who wants to hear loud and enthusiastic affirmations that his partner is feeling good. 
 He hasn’t breathed a word to Simon, knowing it would make him close himself off to John. He’s oddly sweet and sensitive like that, endearing to John and yet breaking his heart a little. 
 So he gluts himself on what Simon does give him. 
 And don’t be confused here, Simon is an enthusiastic and insatiable lover. John can barely keep the man’s hands off of him. He’s just quiet about his own pleasure. 
 So John will gorge himself on what he can. 

-

 

 Mace. A name John cringes at. 
 Simon’s first, and only ex. 
 John’s not jealous. Not even a little. 
 He’s selfish. He wants everything that Simon has to be his alone. But they’re both grown men with pasts, and it’s not like John was particularly celibate and chaste in his. 
 So he swallows his fleeting jealousy with a swig of his scotch, while Mace bugs Simon. 
 “Aw, come on don’t be like that. I’m just looking to have a bit of fun for old times sake, eh Simon?”

 Uh no. Absolutely not. 
 John roughly butts in between the two beefcake men. “Not happening Mace. He’s mine.” Not quite what he meant to say, but it works. He hopes Simon doesn’t mind the possessive claim. 
 Mace’s eyebrows shoot up, “Really? Well far be it from me to get in the middle of you two. Although I gotta say, you think you can treat him the way he needs it?”

 Simon flinches, ever so slightly next to John. 
 “And just what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

 Mace chuckles darkly, “Heh, yeah I doubt some little Brit boy like you knows how to handle him.”

 Brit?!

 Mace might question John’s integrity as a lover, but he draws the line at being called a Brit. 
 John grabs a fistful of Mace’s shirt. “Who the fuck do you think you are Mace?! Don’t disrespect me, or Simon like that. He’s not some whore, and I’m a Scot, not a bloody Brit.”

 Mace throws up his hands, not at all worried about John’s rage. “Oh wow, you really don’t know.”

 John’s fist tightens, Simon grabs his shoulder to pull him back. 

 “Your precious Simon is a whore. And he loves to be fucked like one.”

 

-

 

 John’s not sure how they got here. He could string along the sequence of events, and he still wouldn’t understand. 
 But here he is, with Mace and Simon, in a hotel, ready to watch Mace show him how to fuck Simon. 
 How to make him scream. 
 John’s never been more out of his depth, or hornier. 
 Evidently, according to Mace and a rarely shy Simon, Simon’s been holding back on letting John go all out. Scared it would ruin what they have. 
 Fuck. Don’t ever let anyone say Simon Ghost Riley isn’t adorable. 
 “I’m sure you like to fuck him all sweet and romantic like, but sometimes you gotta fuck him like he’s some slut. You can’t fuck him like you love him.”

 With that sage advice, Mace gets to work on Simon, grabbing his hair and kissing him roughly. More of a clashing of teeth, than a kiss. 
 Mace wastes no time in ripping off Simon’s clothes, giving his own the same treatment. 
 He pushes Simon on the bed, before diving down, face first into his pussy. 
 Simon nearly yelps at the sudden stimulation to his cock, that should definitely not already be throbbing. 
 Mace doesn’t spend much time down there, certainly not as long as John would. He works Simon up until he’s close to orgasm, legs twitching up by Mace’s head, quiet moans slipping out. 
 Then Mace sits back, and slips his underwear off. Simon almost looks offended, having gotten used to John making him cum on his tongue at least twice before getting to the actual fucking. 
 Mace just laughs at the look on Simon’s face, idly stroking his cock. 
 His cock that has four rings of piercings along the underside. Jesus fucking Christ. Simons never gonna come back to John after this. 
 Fuck his cock is hard in his jeans. 
 “Easy now, lover boy. This is the good part,” Mace rumbles to John. 
 Mace grabs Simon’s legs, yanking him down the bed, so he’s flush to Mace. He’s then bent in fucking half. 
 “Did you know he could bend like this, boyfriend?”

 Not exactly… and John can’t help but imagine the possibilities. 
 Mace slides inside Simon, straight to the base of his cock. 
 Simon gasps and arches as much as he can in Mace’s hold. 
 John’s hand is fully in his jeans now. 
 Mace starts a brutal pace with his hips. Fast and hard, with no room for adjustment. 
 Simon throws his head back and moans loud. Holy fuck. 
 He moans loud, and he doesn’t fucking stop. Every thrust of Mace’s hips punches a sound out of Simon that John has never heard before. 
 John might cum first, in his hand, while he watches another man fuck the love of his life. 
 Simon slides a hand down, and swipes over his cock one, two, three times before he spasms and groans as he cums. Mace doesn’t stop the movement of his hips. 
 “Remember what I said, lover boy? You gotta fuck him like a slut, it makes him cum so easily.”

 It’s true, John can already see Simon is twitching into another approaching orgasm.
 “Fuck Simon, you sound so beautiful,” John moans.
 Simon looks over at him, eyes full of overwhelmed tears, eyebrows ticked up in pleasure.
 He goes to speak, when Mace thrusts harder. Simons eyes fly wide, and he screams.
 He screams as he cums, and John can hear Simon’s squirt squelching out from where the two are connected.
 Simon flops down, overstimulated and wrung out. And Mace keeps going.
 “Fuck yes. This is the best part. When he’s cum a couple times, making him all loose and relaxed inside. Fucking ran through.” 
 “Oh fuck, oh fuck fuck fuck!” John can’t hold back his own orgasm at the nasty words, or Simon’s enthusiastic, if exhausted, agreement. 

 “Johnny,” Simon whimpers, needy and overwhelmed. 
 “Fuck, that’s right, call your boy over,” Mace is losing his rhythm, but still fucking into Simon fast and hard. 
 John takes the two step trip over to cradle Simon’s tear stained face. He kisses Simon with all the passion and gentleness that Mace lacked. The kind of kiss that Simon deserves. 
 “Mmf, I’m close sweetheart. Inside?” Mace asks. 
 Simon’s noisy moan enough of an answer. 
  Mace finishes with a heavy groan, thrusting deep and hard into Simon. 

-

 

 Surprisingly, the morning after wasn’t even awkward. 
 Mace said his goodbyes with a slap on Simon’s ass, and a cheeky grin to John. 
 “Call me if you ever need me again, lover boy.”

 John rolled his eyes, but he still hasn’t thrown out the napkin with Mace’s number on it. 
 Once again, he and Simon had to sit down and talk like adults. Simon finally confessed that yes he loves what John does for him, but the rough sex would be nice once in a while. 
 John isn’t complaining, though. 
 His neighbors might. 

Notes:

Sorry if it’s a little rushed and/or sloppy! Literally wrote it in one sitting!

What do we think? Any other divorced/exes maceghost truther out there??