(It is addicting and it isn't until Johnny responds with that that Ghost realizes that this whole thing might become a problem. They had only ever been able to do this sort of thing back on base or during a mission. Never had time to let the situation breathe. This is about when it occurs to him, rather sharply, that he is about to be completely alone with Johnny for the unforeseeable future.
His grip on the steering wheel tightens and he realizes he had absolutely no intention of stopping whatever might happen. Because he knew something might happen. He was almost positive. He may not be all that experienced when it came to these kinds of situations, but even Ghost realized that they flirted far more regularly than just some guys in the same unit blowing steam or passing time.
He certainly would never have accepted being spoken to like this by Gaz or anyone else. Plus, there was probably something morally off about sleeping with the man you're in love with while he was empty on memories and blind as a bat. Probably.
But he glances at Johnny and sees him biting his lip like that and it hits him like a freight train. Maybe it's wrong...But well...
He reaches a hand out and rests it on the uppermost part of Johnny's thigh, fingers hooked in, dangerously close to his groin. He gives Johnny a firm squeeze. Perhaps a gesture of silent promise. Or something. He doesn't know, but it felt right to do in the moment and it felt good to do. It was only a small fraction of the things he had imagined doing to Johnny.)
Naughty boy, you are. (His hand lingers, too close, too burning, and slowly he slides it away and back onto the steering wheel where his grip becomes white-knuckled.)
[ Entirely unlike every other time Ghost has touched him, this one is surprising. Not in a bad way, certainly not, but Johnny hadn't exactly expected the motion at all. Even as he holds his breath, his grin only grows sharper. The grip he has on whatever is near his hands at the moment is probably just a touch too tight and only noticed when Ghost's own hand begins to slip away.
He wants to grab that hand and keep it there, but he doesn't. Then he thinks to swipe it off the steering wheel or wherever it's at and put it back, but he still doesn't. Maybe it's because a part of him likes Simon being in charge, something that's probably not a big secret between them given their ranks. Or maybe it's because he's just as nervous as he is excited. After all, he doesn't remember what Simon likes, what he wants. He tells himself that this is just a learning opportunity, a little side adventure that they'll both enjoy until their usual path is found again. But that doesn't change how he doesn't want to remind Ghost of who he isn't anymore.
Thoughts like that are stupid, he admits. Besides, Ghost is still more than apparently into him. So, what is he worrying about again? ]
I'm a man of my word, Simon.
[ And he is, very much so. His grin stays sharp while he purrs through every syllable. Nerves or not, he wouldn't be the man he is if he ever let a little anxiety stop him.
So, being a little menace, his own hand reaches over and very innocently tucks a couple of fingers into the pocket of Ghost's jeans. And just. Stays there. Super innocent. Extremely not distracting in any way. His dumb smirk is no proof of anything. ]
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His grip on the steering wheel tightens and he realizes he had absolutely no intention of stopping whatever might happen. Because he knew something might happen. He was almost positive. He may not be all that experienced when it came to these kinds of situations, but even Ghost realized that they flirted far more regularly than just some guys in the same unit blowing steam or passing time.
He certainly would never have accepted being spoken to like this by Gaz or anyone else. Plus, there was probably something morally off about sleeping with the man you're in love with while he was empty on memories and blind as a bat. Probably.
But he glances at Johnny and sees him biting his lip like that and it hits him like a freight train. Maybe it's wrong...But well...
He reaches a hand out and rests it on the uppermost part of Johnny's thigh, fingers hooked in, dangerously close to his groin. He gives Johnny a firm squeeze. Perhaps a gesture of silent promise. Or something. He doesn't know, but it felt right to do in the moment and it felt good to do. It was only a small fraction of the things he had imagined doing to Johnny.)
Naughty boy, you are. (His hand lingers, too close, too burning, and slowly he slides it away and back onto the steering wheel where his grip becomes white-knuckled.)
Don't make promises you can't keep, Johnny.
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He wants to grab that hand and keep it there, but he doesn't. Then he thinks to swipe it off the steering wheel or wherever it's at and put it back, but he still doesn't. Maybe it's because a part of him likes Simon being in charge, something that's probably not a big secret between them given their ranks. Or maybe it's because he's just as nervous as he is excited. After all, he doesn't remember what Simon likes, what he wants. He tells himself that this is just a learning opportunity, a little side adventure that they'll both enjoy until their usual path is found again. But that doesn't change how he doesn't want to remind Ghost of who he isn't anymore.
Thoughts like that are stupid, he admits. Besides, Ghost is still more than apparently into him. So, what is he worrying about again? ]
I'm a man of my word, Simon.
[ And he is, very much so. His grin stays sharp while he purrs through every syllable. Nerves or not, he wouldn't be the man he is if he ever let a little anxiety stop him.
So, being a little menace, his own hand reaches over and very innocently tucks a couple of fingers into the pocket of Ghost's jeans. And just. Stays there. Super innocent. Extremely not distracting in any way. His dumb smirk is no proof of anything. ]