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When Our Lips Touched. part 7.
🕑 Added 2023-10-11 18:53:35 +0000 UTCWhen our lips touched.
Part 7 chapter 2.
Later that night John was fast asleep nuzzled in Simon's arm exhausted from their previous escapades.
Simon's mind is a light thinking about everything that expired the past three days.
His mind falls back in time to the moment he receives the frantic phone call from John, recalling his reaction to John's confessions and feeling the guilt overwhelming his thoughts.
"Fucking twat...," He whispers to himself feeling a knot grow in his throat.
John stirs next to him curling his arm over Simon's stomach.
Simon smiled weakly as he drifted back into his thoughts, back to the moment he ended the call with John,
"Why did I end it just like that...," He thinks to himself as the guilt increases.
He breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling swiftly as he felt pools of sweat form along his temples.
"Stop it, Simon, you bloody idiot!" He uttered frustratedly rubbing the sweat from his forehead with his free hand before scratching his scalp as his eyes started watering.
"Oh, not this, your not about to cry like a little bitch?" he questions himself in thought.
Simon gently separates himself from John's sleeping state and sits up feet resting on the floor as a tear trickles down his face pooling in the scar overlaying his cheek, he lets out a heavy sigh and sniffs his nose.
"Simon...?" John wakes hearing him "Are you okay, Si?"
"yeah, I'm fine, Johnny, Go back to bed."
"You don't sound fine, Si,"
John sits up and moves closer sitting next to him brushing his fingers along his back. he noticed his teary eyes.
"Simon, your not okay, speak to me,"
Simon looks to John and curls his arms around him swiftly resting his head on John's shoulder.
John is stunned not sure what to say as he gently curls his arms around Simon's waist and he feels tears running down his arm.
"Simon look at me,"
"I can't,"
"What, of course, you can."
For a while Simon is silent, to John it feels eternal, he gently pushes Simon away and looks him in the eyes, the expression he sees before him he never expected to see from Simon of all people.
"Oh god, Simon please, speak to me,"
John's eyes fill with tears and his voice cracks pleading to Simon,
"I..., I'm sorry Johnny,"
"Sorry for what, Simon?"
Simon sighed loudly looking at his feet as John took his hand into his own. He lets out a weak sigh and opens to John,
"I'm Sorry, Johnny, for everything..., For hanging up on you that night. for how I acted around you all these years, for the other day at O' Mallys. for everything...,"
John is silent for a while gathering his thoughts before he speaks. He gently curled his arm around Simon's waist leaning along simons arm and resting his head against his shoulder looking up at him,
"Simon..., you do not have to apologize for any of that, Yes you were a jackass, but your my jackass and I wouldn't trade you for anything in this world, besides you think I'll just let anyone move in with me, Simon,"
Simon Leans his head against John's before pecking a gentile kiss against his scalp.
"Si, you don't ever need to apologise for who you are, being your mysterious stern self is what makes you, you and don't ever change that,"
"Johnny..., I,"
"No, Simon you're my Ghost and that you'll stay,"
"Can I speak?"
John giggles gently creasing his head in Simon's neck.
"Johnny, this is all new to me, relationships I mean, I haven't been with someone for years and it is uncomfortable, no, let me rephrase that, I'm nervous opening up to you..., I'm a complicated person with a troubled background,"
"Si, you don't have to be nervous around me, you know that right?"
Simon paused for a moment laying back, head flush with the mattress staring up at the ceiling.
John follows repositioning to his side and resting his head against his knuckles gazing at Simon.
"Si?"
"Of course, I know that Johnny, How could I not, Johnny,"
"Why act so stupid then?"
"Stupid...?"
John laughs rolling to his back, rubbing his belly.
"What so funny, then?"
"Simon, your one in a million,"
Simon sits back up confused, not entirely sure what John is implying.
"Si, stop being so serious, all I meant was, you don't need to act so serious around me all the time you can let your walls down around me.
Simon smiles weakly as he looks over his shoulder while he whispers,
"wanna take a shower, Puppy?"
John grins wickedly and then responds,
"Aye, I would but no fucking, don't think I can do it for a third time today,"
"Who said anything about fucking?"
John smiles weakly.
Simon extends his hand gesturing for John to grab hold before Simon pulls him from the bed steadys him and plants a kiss on his cheek.
John Looks up at Simon meeting his gaze,
"Could get used to this,"
Simon grins running his hand down John's spine squeezing the globe of his arse.
"Oi!" John protests.
Simon laughs Gently pulling John in close to his person taking his right hand into his own and curling his left along his lower back.
John is confused for a moment not entirely sure what Simon is doing but soon realises,
"Are we dancing, Si?"
"Yes, Johnny,"
John rests his head against Simon's chest as he is being led by Simon, slowly drifting in a circle swooning side to side.
"Never pictured you as a romantic, Si,"
Simon pulls him in closer pressing their naked torsos together.
"Aren't you enjoying this, then?"
"Yes, of course, I just never thought well be dancing naked in the middle of my flat,"
Simon Laugh sending vibrations through John's chest.
A few minutes pass as they stand together in each other's arms swooning gently side to side, John listens to the beat of Simon's heart as his head rests on his chest.
He looks up at Simon and whispers,
"You are a romantic, then,"
"Only for you, Puppy,"
John breaks his hand free from Simon's curls his arms around his waist and hugs him tight, Simon returns the hug, lifting him off the ground spins him around and lets him down gently.
John giggles as Simon sets him back down on the floor. He looks back up at Simon with a toothy smile.
"You so crazy, Simon,"
Simon smiles as he breaks their embrace and takes John's hand into his own and leads him to the bathroom.
Simon switched the bathroom light on temporarily blinding them both, seconds passed as they regained their vision. John turns the water on in the shower and gets in Simon follows shortly after.
The warm water cascades over their bodies. Simon pressed his front into John's back as he curled his arms around his waist kissing him on his neck, Gently peppering kisses along his neck and shoulder.
He leans his head back into Simon as he continues kissing him. John curls his arm around the back of Simon's neck as Simon bobbed his cock against his rear.
Simon Growls gently as he pulls him in closer their lips meet planting open-mouth kisses onto his, soon swirling their tongues together.
John moans as Simon pulls away and rests his head in the crook of his neck gently brushing his hands over John's belly.
"Simo...,"
"Johnny?"
John turns as Simon releases his grip, facing Simon he looks up and locks his gaze meeting Simon's dark eyes.
they stand under the warm stream of water that comes from the showerhead. John curled his arms around Simon as he rested his forehead against his chest, feeling the warm droplets cascade over them.
He closes his eyes, listening to Simon’s steady heartbeat, and takes comfort in the gentle embrace while Simon Returns the gesture curling his arms around John leaning his head against his.
"Johnny, what did you want to say to me?"
John paused for a moment and gathered his thoughts before letting a whisper out,
"Move in with me,"
Simon giggles quietly.
"Thought I already agreed to it, Johnny,"
"No, I mean move in, like tomorrow,"
Simon Pause, face unreadable. John looks up meeting Simon's gaze.
"I don't see a problem with it, Johnny, we can drive down to Manchester tomorrow and get my stuff if you like?"
"Oh really, we can do that, Si?"
"Indeed,"
A toothy smile curls over John's face as he hugs Simon tighter,
Simon groans "Johnny you gonna... break my... ribs," he utterers losing his breath.
"Oh shit, sorry, Si," John squawked as he released his grip around Simon's waist.
Simon turned the water off letting the last few droplets drip from the shower head before getting out. he takes the towel resting on top of the closed laundry basket and wraps it around John's person rubbing his arms vigorously.
"Simon, I can dry myself," John smiled wickedly,
"I know, I like to spoil my puppy," Simon returned a grin with a glint in his eyes.
Both laugh as John wraps the towel around Simon's waist while brushing his fingers through John's damp hair.
John scrunched up his nose at Simon as his calloused fingers ran through his hair.
John bobbed his head against Simon's chest before reaching for a hairdryer under the sink uncoiling the cord and plugging it into the socket next to the mirror.
John switched it on blowdrying himself, moving the hairdryer slowly up and down over his chest standing naked in front of the mirror with his eyes closed as a smile grows over his face.
Simon sat on the toilet next to him as he watched the ridiculous scene play out before him,
"Johnny, aren't that thing supposed to be used for your hair?"
John grins wickedly.
"Come here, Si, I'll show you how it's done,"
Simon gets up and moves in closer standing behind him.
"No, next to me, Si,"
"Alright, Love,"
Simon does as instructed repositioning himself next to John as he gently creased his arse cheek with his fingers.
"Okay, Si, now close your eyes,"
As Simon's eyes shut he felt the gentile warm breeze flow over his chest as John's arm curled along his back resting his palm on his hip and leaning himself into his person.
"This is nice, Puppy,"
"Told you,"
Simon sprouts a smile looking down at John resting his gaze on his sleepy eyes. He took the buzzing machine from John and switched it off before curling his arms around him.
"Ready for bed, Then, Love?"
John looks up at him resting his temple against his chest and leaning into his person. Simon lifts Him carrying him bridal style to their bed before laying him down gently. He walks to the other side of the bed and opens one of the drawers of the chest of drawers taking out a gray pair of briefs before gently sliding them onto John's person.
With a heavy yawn, John mutters,
"tired of seeing me naked, Si?"
"Never,"
Simon grins mischievously as he lays down next to John curling his arm around his waist and pulling him in close kissing him on the back of his neck.
John purrs at the sensation of Simon's lips pressed into his neck. John curled his arm over Simon's forearm nudging into him and pressed his rear against his bulge tucked away underneath the towel wrapped around Simon's waist.
Simon breathed heavily as his hand gently moved along John's belly sliding into his waistband and grasping the shaft of his cock stroking leisurely.
John moaned in pleasure grabbing hold of Simon's muscular arm, curling his hands around his bicep and clutching him tight.
Simon revels in delight as the feeling of John's nails dug into his flesh. he plans wet kisses on John's neck as his pace quickens, massaging his cock swiftly.
John gasped at the friction trembling heavy breaths leaving his lips as his hand reached for the pillow behind him, grabbing hold of the pillow, digging his fingers deep into the soft cotton.
Simon continued kissing John's neck moving along his jaw and not too soon meeting his lips and sharing a passionate kiss, as the intimacy increased so did their kiss as their tongues swirled into each other.
Simon's jerks intensified as he felt his cock hardening against the globes of John's arse.
"Simon...,"
"Yes, Puppy,"
"D-don't stop,"
"Wasn't planning to, love,"
John's legs tremble in pleasure, his moans increased the vibrations flowing through his cock sending his senses tingling as his hips jerked.
"I'm com-ming!"
Simon released his grip On John and moved down to his crotch pulling the briefs down to his thighs.
"Want to taste you,"
He swirled his tongue along the tip of John's cock slowly letting it slide past his lips, massaging his frenulum with his tong in short jerks, his fingers curl along the base and jerks it moving swiftly mimicking the motion of his mouth.
"O-oh, god, I-I'm coming!"
John shrieks as his eyes roll back into his head as he releases heavy ropes of pearly white slick into Simon's mouth. He smiles mischievously sucking on the tip of John's cock and accepting each drop with delight. Simon pulls back letting John's cock drop from his lips bobbing against his stomach as a thin line of cum ran down his chin.
He wipes it away with his thumb before sucking the remaining spend from his thumb while crawling back up to John.
John lays there, his eyes closed feeling utterly exhausted before feeling the sensation of Simon's lips pressing against his own, his eyes flutter open locking gazes with him before gently brushing his fingers along Simon's jaw.
"I love you, Crazy man,"
Simon sprouts a smile before planting a kiss in the crook of his neck while positioning himself next to him, curling his arm over his waist and pulling him gently into his person resting their heads on the pillows and drifting off into slumber locked in each other's arms.
they lay in contentment with each other as the moonlight shone through the open window cascading light over them and illuminating the room around them.
The hours pass and not too soon John's alarm goes off but he does not stir, Simon on the other hand wakes reaches over to the chest of drawers and retrieves John's phone. He looks at the screen almost blinded by the bright light but recovers shortly as he swipes right to silence the alarm and reads the time 5:15.
"bloody hell, Johnny!" He mutters in a whisper.
He returns to his pillow curls his arm over John's waist once more and snuggles his face into his neck returning to sleep.
Several hours pass and Simon's phone rings. They both stir until they wake. Simon sat up reached for his phone and looked at the caller.
"Shit, it's, Price, I have to take this, Johnny,"
"Take it,"
John murmured as he turned to his side closing his eyes once more.
Simon swipes right on his screen allowing the video to come into focus.
"Good morning, Captain,"
"Morning, Lieutenant,"
"What can I do for you?"
"No mask today, then, Simon?"
John Reacts and looks over his shoulder at Simon but gradually returns to his slumbering position.
"Ah, yes not wearing it lately,"
Price paused for a moment studying the surroundings around Simon before continuing.
"Have you had the time to look at the file I gave you,"
"Sorry, no had been occupied the past few days,"
Price's eyes narrowed once more studying the surroundings around Simon.
"Where are you?"
"I'm at...,"
"Well?"
John turns his head eagerly listening to the conversation taking place. Simon looks down at him before turning back to face his phone.
"I'm at Johnny's"
John jumps up almost falling from the bed. Simon laughed before settling him down.
"Good morning, Soap,"
Simon turns the phone the John exposing him to Price before he can hide under the covers.
"Aye, Good morning, Captain,"
"Simon...,"
He focuses his phone back on him facing Price once more. Price stares Simon down with narrowing eyes raising an eyebrow.
"Ha-, well done, Lt, you finally got him, then," Price chuckled hitting his desk with his palm.
Simon's cheeks flushed red before he could bury his face in a pillow. John is utterly confused at the scene playing out before him, He has never seen Simon blush before and is somewhat mortified at the comments made by Price.
"What, he knew, Simon?"
"Well, yes I talked to him about things when I visited his office, I told you that yesterday, remember?"
John sighs and mutters under his breath "Aye"
"Captain, I would like to request additional leave for myself and Johnny would it be possible?"
"Hm..., I'll see what I can do, No promises,"
John stares at Simon as he returns a wink to him.
"I'll take a look at the file this afternoon, we are driving down back to Manchester, Have some errands to run,"
"No need, Simon, dispose of the file and continue your..., leave, I'll see what I can do for your request,"
"Thank you, Captain,"
Price ends the call and Simon returns his phone to the top of the chest of drawers before facing John.
"Guess the cat's out the bag then,"
"God, Simon,"
John giggled burying his face in the blanket overlaying his knees.
"What's the matter, Johnny?"
John mumbles gibberish.
"What?"
He looks up at Simon, before throwing himself at him curling his arms around his waist.
"Johnny!" Simon laughed trying to remove John from his person.
He looks up at Simon moving closer to his lips, curling his arms around his neck and kisses him vigorously as Simon runs his hands up his back before curling his arms around his waist.
John seized their kiss and pulled back slightly looking deep into Simon's dark eyes.
"We better get dressed if we driving to Manchester,"
"You still up for it then, Love?"
"Aye, of course,"
Simon hugged him tight before releasing him.
John scurries to the side of the bed, sitting on the side while looking back at Simon, scratching the back of his scalp sprouting a soft smile.
He gets up and opens the wardrobe doors. and draws a dark blue T-shirt and jeans.
Later, John's in the bathroom getting dressed and grooming himself while Simon remains on the bed. Deep in his thoughts while staring up at the ceiling,
He lets a gentle sigh pass his lips while he ponders, thinking about the past few days, spending time with John and their future together.
He questions himself, wondering if he enjoys being part of the 141, he originally joined the military to escape the abuse from his father and older brother more than ten years ago, it felt like home that he could be at peace for the first time in his life, after meeting John seven years earlier he stuck around hope for the chance of them getting together.
The memories of their past missions circle through his mind, contemplating if he wants to continue being part of the 141, now that John is finally part of his life he wants to start a new chapter with him and a new life together and leave the 141 for good.
He reaches for his phone and looks at the time as an incoming call appears on the Screen, he swipes right and holds the device against his ear,
"Hello, Mum,"
"Good morning, Simon,"
Simon gets up quickly dressed in his clothing from the previous day and sneaks out of the flat while listening to his mother's voice as he walks down the corridor sprinting down the stairs and exiting the building.
"Mum, how are things, Sorry I haven't visited yet,"
"It's alright, darling, will you visit soon?"
He paused for a second digging his bare foot into the concrete sidewalk beside his vehicle as he leaned against it.
"Mum..., I have met someone,"
"Oh that's marvellous, Simon, when will I meet her?"
"Not a her,"
Simon waits eagerly for his mother to respond.
"him?'
"Yeah, it's a him,"
The other end of the line is silent not a sound apart from the breathing coming from Simon's mother.
"Mum, I'm sure it's a shock to you, but you have to understand I love him and want to spend the rest of my life with him, and if you can't ac...,"
John turns the hair dryer off and recoils the cord around its handle before placing it back under the sink before he exits the bathroom.
"Si?"
"Simon, where are you?"
John noticed that the door of his flat was slightly open and that Simon's clothing from the previous day was nowhere to be seen. Scratching the back of his neck he walks to the window. He sees Simon on the phone with a worrisome expression drowning his face.
John wondered who could be on the other end of the line, and what they could be conversing about to have his expression downed as it was.
The call ends and Simon's shoulders rise and fall as he sighs heavily gently hitting the door of his vehicle and raising his head and forehead against the roof.
John observes Simon's actions seeing how flustered he is.
Simon straightens his posture before he heads back indoors making his way up the stairs gradually taking his time.
John waited patiently remaining before the window.
Simon stands before the door resting his hand on the doorknob and bobbing his head against the door. He turns the knob letting the door swing open. John's head directs to Simon.
"Simon, you okay?"
Simon walks to the bed and sits down resting his elbows on his knees while burying his face in his palms,
"Si?"
"Johnny take a seat,"
Simon sighs heavily before averting his gaze to John.
John walks over to him resting his palm on his shoulder before sitting down.
"Who was that, Simon?"
Simon repositioned facing John taking his hands into his own before exhailing a heavy sigh.
"Johnny..., My mother called me. I told her about you and about...,"
He falters averting his gaze before looking back at John and continuing.
"Johnny, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want us to grow old together and build a family of our ow...,"
"Simo...,"
"No, Johnny, I have to say what I have to say, I know I'm walled and don't express myself with others, but you've changed me. The past four days have been the best of my life spending time with you, learning who you are as a person,"
John's eyes widen as Simon speaks his mind Taking in the words as they leave his lips while fiddling with the pebble and chain around his neck.
"Johnny, I want to marry you, I want us to leave the 141, move into a house of our own, and build a life together,"
"Simo...,"
"No, Johnny you need to let me speak, I have to say what's on my mind,"
John relaxes his posture tightening his grip on Simon's hands, feeling his eyes fill with tears.
"Johnny..., I love you more than life itself and I have for years, since the day you first walked into the breakroom you and your ridiculous haircut had me going up the walls, every time I tried speaking with you I failed, the reason I closed myself off from you and the rest in the first place. I guess my point is, Johnny, You've changed me for the better, you are my soulmate I know it and have for years, the past few days have been..., the best of my life, not only was the fucking incredible but just being around you makes me feel whole, for the first time in my life I'm in a place where I'm happy and it's all because of you Johnny...,"
Simon falters as tears run down his face falling into John digging his face into the crook of his neck and curling his arm around his waist holding him tight.
"May I speak now, Si?"
"Y-yes..."
John gently runs his hands over Simon's back comforting him, contemplating words he wants to express to him.
"Simon..., what brought this on?"
He remains silent.
"Si, you know I love you and will follow you anywhere in life no matter what. Why do you think I've asked you to move in with me, of course I want to be with you,"
He continued brushing his hands along Simon's back.
"Si, look at me,"
Simon gradually returned to his position, head heavy on his shoulder eyes somewhat closed. John gently nudged him before pressing his palms to Simon's Jaw. Simon looks up locking eyes with John while He runs his thumbs over his cheeks swiping his drying tears away.
"Yes,"
"Yes..., what, Johnny?"
"Yes to everything you said,"
Simon Paused, eyes wide gently curling his fingers around John's wrists pulling them away from his face. John smiles weakly.
"Yes?"
John giggles as he curls his arms around Simon's waist resting his head against his stomach.
"yes, Si, let's do it, Let's start a life of our own, let's leave the 141, let's get married, however, you'll have to propose to me properly first.
Simon sits back eyes wide as his eyebrows rise. John reads his expressionless face, terrified thinking Simon was playing a bad joke on him. A tedious minute passed.
Simon's Eyes tear up once more and swiftly pulled John into his arms embracing him with a heavy hug.
"SI-mon, I can't breath"
"Sorry, Johnny,"
He lets him go before pressing a kiss on John's Cheek.
"You've come far from being that dark mysterious weirdo," John mutters with a toothy smile.
Simon rolled his eyes at him giving him a weak side smile whispering,
"Only because of you, Puppy,"
John rests his head against Simon's shoulder before remembering their plans for today.
"Oi, we still need to drive to Manchester, remember?"
''Speaking of, my mother wants us to visit,"
"Oh really...?"
"You okay with that, then, Johnny,"
John remains silent for a few minutes, remembering his mother, He doesn't remember much about her as both his parents died in a tragic car crash years ago when he was still a young boy.
"You okay, then, Love?"
"Aye, sorry was just thinking about something,"
"I can call her and cancel if you want, Johnny,"
"What, no of course not, I would love to meet your mother, I was just thinking about my mom,"
"Haven't you seen her Yet, Johnny?"
John remains silent for a moment.
"My parents are both dead, Simon,"
"Oh, I see..., sorry Johnny,"
"No need to be sorry, Simon, they've been dead for more than fifteen years,"
Simon reveals a weak Smile before patting John on his shoulder.
"Come on, Simon we need to get going otherwise we'll never reach Manchester,"
"Right, You'll probably have to pack a bag as well we will be staying over at my mum's for a few days,"
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, hope it's ok,"
"Aye, Perfectly fine,"
Later Simon was changed into new clean clothes, all black per usual. John finishes packing the last of his shirts in the duffle bag before zipping it shut.
"Ready, Si,"
"Yeah, just waiting for you, Love,"
John grins Sprouting a toothy smile taking the bag by the straps and walks to Simon planting a kiss on his chin before he opens the door. they both walk out of the flat, John locks the door turning the key three times. after he takes Simon's hand into his own as they walk down the corridor, down the stairs, and exit the building.
"I hope we are driving this time?" Simon questions jokingly,
"Ha-ha, funny, Si, don't think I have the energy to walk to Manchester,"
Simon grins mischievously as he takes the duffle from him loading it in the back of his wrangler before opening the passenger door for him. John sprouts a wide smile as he gets in the vehicle and Simon closes the door behind him.
Not too soon Simon starts the engine and drives down the road passing all the new landmarks holding new memories they share together.
As Simon drives past the park John stares out the window thinking back to that night of the tragic video call with the man sitting beside him as he feels Simon's calloused hand creasing over his jeans resting on his knee.
John sighs and looks over to him and whispers,
"Tha gaol agam ort, Simon,"
End of part 7
