Light wheat

John tiredly stumbled into the room. The muscles all over my body ached and ached, my arms shook slightly from overexertion, and my legs throbbed in the calf area. Simon was sitting on the bed. A black balaclava rested on the bedside table. Turning his gaze to Soap, Ghost rose from the bed and hugged him tightly. - Tired? — the sniper asked, affectionately stroking the captain’s back. - You can’t even imagine how. — MacTavish replied, running his hand through his blond hair. -Have they always been so soft and pleasant? - Always, Johnny. If you like petting them that much, I don’t mind. — the lieutenant answered, laying his head on Soap’s shoulder. The second hand, just like the first, clung to the hair, gently stroking and carefully unraveling it. Riley made a sound similar to a contented purr, to which John smiled contentedly and let out a short laugh. Sometimes Ghost reminded him of a kitten, so fragile, affectionate and defenseless that he involuntarily wanted to hide it from the whole world, because MacTavish knew from his own experience how kind people, after going out into the outside world, became greedy and vile. He’ll never forgive himself if Simon becomes like that. - Shall we sit on the bed? — the captain suggested, releasing the hug. Simon obediently backed away from him. — I know how to make it comfortable for both you and me. Sit on the bed and spread your legs. —Seducing me? — John asked, smiling slyly, but still sat down on the bed. — You can’t wait, — answered the sniper, sitting down on the floor between Soap’s legs, facing forward. — It will be more convenient this way. Indeed, it’s more convenient this way. MacTavish’s hands went back to his hair, massaging it in a circular motion, he especially liked stroking the hair on the back of his head, because constantly, when the captain touched this area, Riley relaxed and purred contentedly. I wonder why he only now began to notice how beautiful the lieutenant’s hair turns out to be? So clean, soft and a little fluffy, light wheat, warm, contrasted very well with the sky-blue, cold eyes. — Did you know that you are very handsome? — Soap asked, tilting Ghost’s head back so that he could see him. — You’re the first one to tell me this. My soul immediately felt warm from such words. John leaned even closer, their noses touching, then MacTavish began to slowly rub it along his chin and up to the middle of his neck, Riley let out a satisfied exhale and began to fidget. —Johnny… — Ghost moaned softly when the captain stopped in the middle of his neck, blowing his hot breath onto the tender area of ​​the skin. — Not today, I’m too tired. — Soap said under an indignant look, raising his head. — Tomorrow I will be free, so get ready. — Can not wait. — Riley chuckled, getting up from the floor. Now McTavish has not only a new fetish, but also a good anti-stress.