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“Ah, Ghost, glad you’re here,” Price noted the Alpha in the hallway, grateful he didn’t have to go too far.
“How is he?” Ghost looked Price over carefully, his captain unable to hide his agitation from him.
“He expected me to let the lads tear him to shreds for attacking another alpha,” Price rubbed a hand over his face.
The murderous intent coming off of Ghost started seeping a little. So far Ghost hadn’t really heard too much about things that happened to Soap. Just being there as he got better. Before it could spread to the sleeping omega he pulled Ghost into his own quarters.
“Relax, Lieutenant,” Price was still holding onto Ghost’s lapels. Ghost had to wonder if he shouldn’t be telling Price the same thing.
Price raised a hand waiting for an invitation. Instincts driving him to make sure his lieutenant was settled even if they weren’t all the way in order at the moment.
Ghost lifted the back of his balaclava enough for Price to scent him, calming him down some. He pulled Ghost in to where his forehead touched Ghosts mask.
“Ghost, as much as I want to hurt them too, we’ve got to stay calm around Soap,” Price said softly, “I need to know you’ll stay calm because I need someone I trust to be on his six while Roach is gone.”
“You’re right, Cap,” Ghost sighed, breathing in the soothing scent of fresh pine faint notes of the edge in it didn’t go unnoticed, “I’ll keep it together for Soap, but the first chance I get…”
Price looked Ghost in the eye very seriously, “Tell me when you feel like you have that chance… For assholes like Jeffreys and Carlson you’ll need myself and Laswell to cover, understand?”
“So I have permission?” Price could feel Ghost mirroring his sickening smile.
“Rather do it myself, but yeah,” Price muttered.
“Not like you to want to go rogue, Cap,” Ghost whispered. The captain has been off his game just enough for Ghost to notice even though everyone else was still blissfully unaware.
“Been doing a lot of things that aren’t like me lately,” Price furrowed his brow, “Now that my calls are going ignored I’m also battling keeping others off the base, at least until Soap is better. Lad can handle himself, sure, but still… don’t want outsiders here…”
Ghost reached out, scenting Price in return, “You picked a real handful of an omega. It’s like you have a hardon for us handfuls,” Ghost huffed a laugh.
“Don’t be so crass, lieutenant… but you like it, too,” Price smirked, as he snaked his arms around Ghost’s back pulling him in closer, breathing in that sharp scent of gun smoke, “On edge, Simon?”
Ghost pressed his hips forward with a soft grunt, “You could say that… intend to do something about it, Cap?”
Price leaned into Ghost and whispered, “That permission?”
“Please,” Simon began breath hitching as the captain’s lips planted soft kisses along the exposed parts of Ghost’s neck and shoulder.
They started rolling their hips against each other, chasing the friction. Ghost pushing back to Price’s desk they put in the rooms. Price flipped positions.
It’s not often two alphas get together one of be the reasons is the power struggle. It takes a level of trust and respect for two alphas not to tear each other apart. Ghost held Price in high enough regard, he often let Price take the lead.
Ghost took off his mask and balaclava tossing them aside, tilting his chin up, exposing his throat. Price let out a chuff of approval and dipped his head down, running his tongue over the front, grazing his teeth against the soft flesh.
“Feeling submissive today, Simon?” Price traced Ghost’s jawline with his lips.
Ghost pulled Price’s hair so their eyes met, “Only ever feel like this for you, John.”
Price groaned into Ghost’s mouth as Ghost pressed their lips together.
“Careful stroking my ego like that, Simon,” Price warned against Ghost’s lips.
“Not the only thing I want to be stroking, sir,” Ghost grinned at the rough moan he pulled out of Price as he gripped Price’s cock through his pants.
Ghost relished in his captain’s scent which had now become a bit more than an acquired taste as alphas typically repel each other. Now Ghost craved that sharp scent of pine when they did intimate things pressing his nose along the side of Price’s glands in his neck, tracing his tongue over the sensitive flesh.
Price gripped Ghost’s wrist and stilled, “Wait…” He was panting heavily.
“Captain, when was the last time you got off?” Ghost had a feeling he knew the answer. Price was shit at taking care of himself for all his other great traits.
“Not since the last time we did it,” Price admitted as he throbbed painfully against his zipper.
“That was almost a month ago,” Ghost raised his eyebrows.
“Been busy, Simon,” Price admitted looking away. A shuddering moan left his lips when Ghost unzipped his pants letting him out.
“Better?” Ghost asked as he pulled himself out too.
“Yeah,” Price breathed pressing back into Ghost.
Their lips crashed together desperately. Everything had been so crazy, Ghost was lucky enough to get one in on his own. When they weren’t doing official business or keeping a watchful eye on Soap they’d circle the perimeter, scenting the edges of the base, a warning. “Keep out.”
A groan rumbled low from Price’s throat, the contact with his aching cock felt so good. Precum making the skin on skin frotting smoother, stoking the flames in Price’s core hotter.
Ghost pulled lube from Price’s drawer, coating his hand as he wrapped a hand around both of their cocks. Price growled, gripping Ghost’s hips tightly.
“Fuck— Simon,” Price grit his teeth trying to keep quiet but every nerve ending felt like it was on fire.
“Sssh, easy John,” Ghost brushed a thumb over Price’s lip, “I’ll take care of us, don’t worry.”
Price panted and nodded, eyes not leaving Ghost’s. Ghost started up a moderate pace stroking their full lengths. Each man sighing and groaning, Ghost nosing at Price’s clothes now the faint scent of Soap still on him. That faint scent of omega along with the extended dry spell added to the heat.
“Fu— Simon, I’m not going to be able to take much more of this,” Price whimpered, hips bucking up into Ghost’s fist, knot starting to swell.
“I got you, John, just hold onto me, yeah?” Ghost let Price hold him close as Ghost squeezed the fingers of his other hand just under the swelling of Price’s knot.
Ghost was losing his head a little. The only sounds he loved more than an omega, were the whimpers and deep groans Price made as his cycle was approaching rut.
And maybe he was being a little mean with the way he’d twist his wrist around the heads of their cocks while he gave the base of Price’s knot a squeeze but he liked the way it made Price quiver as he pulled Ghost tighter in his arms.
“Doing so good for me John… moaning so pretty for me… take what you need, babe, almost there…”
And maybe Ghost should have shown a bit more restraint because Price’s desperate rutting against him was causing the desk to start smacking against the wall, but Ghost was getting close too. Not thinking clearly as he talked Price through his orgasm knowing he wasn’t too far behind.
Price buried his face into Ghost’s shoulder muffling the peak of his orgasm, nails digging into his back, knees practically giving out as Ghost squeezed middle finger and thumb tight around his base, milking him of every drop with his other hand.
“Fuck… that’s it… ah!” Ghost released not too long after. As they were coming down, Ghost rubbed circles into Price’s back, after shocks causing the other man’s body to twitch as Ghost held onto Price’s knot with his other hand mimicking being locked in until it deflated.
“Better?”
Price’s voice was wrecked, “You’re in charge for the next three days… understand Simon?”
“Of course, sir. Now let’s get you cleaned up and in bed. I’ll pack your things and have a recruit ready to take you home for leave.”
“You’re so fucking perfect, you know that?” Price kissed Simon’s temple.
“I know,” Ghost helped him to the shower, “Now quit being soft before you get me going again.”
Price chuckled, “Okay… okay.”
As much as Ghost was glad he was one of the few people who got to see Captain John Price come undone like this, he was even more grateful John was as self-aware of his instincts as he was because trying to tell an alpha they’re in pre rut while they’re in denial is not the best of experiences, and he’d rather have pre rut Price fucking into his hand instead of biting his head off.
Meanwhile, a little camp fire and gun smoke seeped their way back into Soap’s room. The alphas were not masking as well as they thought.
Smelling the arousal and pre rut, Soap woke up on alert, but his door was still locked and Price was nowhere to be found. A quick glance around the room had Soap’s eyes falling on a set of keys. Only he and Price had keys to his room so the set sitting on his desk had to have been Price’s.
Soap stifled a chirp. “Such a good, strong alpha… keeping me safe while fighting his own instincts,” Soap’s inner omega sighed contentedly as he pulled the item smelling of pine and campfire closer, settling in to go back to sleep.