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Twist	By : LisbetAdair Category: +A through F > Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Views: 3305 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 3

Roach rested his hand gently over Ghost’s and stroked his fingertips along the line of the bones, gradually moving upwards. His fingertips brushed the blond hairs on Ghost’s forearms, raising gooseflesh.

“Stop it!” snapped Ghost.

Roach withdrew to clasp the back of Ghost’s hand in his own, his thumb gently stroking over Ghost’s wrist.

Roach’s whispered “I want you to do what’s right by yours-” but Ghost grabbed him, knocking him off balance. They fell into each other, Ghost forcing his tongue deep into Roach’s mouth in a passionate kiss.

“Whoa!” Roach pulled back to catch breath “You’ve really-” Ghost twisted his hands into Roach’s hair and kissed him again.

“Stop fucking talking!” gasped Ghost. His forehead rested on Roach’s as he caught his breath. He opened his eyes for a second and the shock of being so close to Roach sent an electric shock snaking down his spine. He took Roach’s top lip in his mouth and sucked at it, hard enough to make Roach cry out. Their teeth clashed as Ghost drove his tongue into Roach’s mouth again and this time, Roach responded, pushing back against Ghost and forcing him against the sink. He slipped his right hand up and gently pinched at Ghost’s chest, finding the nipple and gently caressing it. Ghost growled.

Roach took that moment to break from Ghost’s enthusiastic kissing and jammed his face in the angle of Ghost’s jaw, biting softky at the delicate skin just below the ear. Ghost tried to twist away from him, away from the incredible sensation, but Roach persevered, pinning him with a sudden strength. Ghost could feel the power in Roach’s grip as he was grabbed roughly by both arms and held whilst Roach had his way.

No matter how Ghost twisted his head, Roach’s face pressed into his neck, nipping and sucking, driving Ghost wild. He could feel Roach’s cock pressed hard against his own, the tip driving against Ghost’s balls in short thrusts and simultaneously driving his own cock between Roach’s legs. He whimpered with ecstasy.

Roach stood back up, and as he shifted weight Ghost brought up his arms, twisting out of Roach’s grasp and bringing them down sharply on Roach’s elbows, breaking free of his grip completely. He pushed back, forcing Roach off balance as he put his weight into his kisses, until Roach was back up against the kitchen cupboard. This gave Ghost back his control and he gripped Roach tightly against his chest, Roach’s arms flailing uselessly against Ghost’s back as Ghost pushed his hands under Roach’s shirt to pull it up and over his head. Ghost hadn’t been prepared for the feeling of another man’s bare chest against his own. Roach’s skin was warm, and the soft hair of his chest crackled as they moved together. Overwhelmed at the sensations, Ghost pulled back for a second to take a breath. He could feel Roach’s ragged breath against his cheek. Roach kissed his face again and he whispered, “I want you.” in Ghost’s ear. “I fucking want you. Right now.” The thrilling shock of those words made him shudder with anticipation.



“Not here.” said Roach “My room.” He grabbed Ghost’s hand and pulled him along the corridor. At the door, as Roach fumbled with the handle, Ghost grabbed him from behind, biting down gently on the back of Roach’s neck. With one hand he clawed across Roach’s chest and the other he used to clutch at Roach’s crotch through his shorts. Roach gasped.

“Fucking hell!” he laughed. He stretched up and ran his hands through Ghost’s hair, arching his back as Ghost clasped his cock beneath the fabric and squeezed. “Fuck!” he exclaimed. Ghost slid his hand up to the waistband of the shorts and then up across Roach’s tense stomach.

“You fucking tease!" Roach squealed the last word as Ghost dived his hand under the shorts and fully gripped his cock. Roach shook as Ghost slowly, but firmly rubbed his hand across the head, trying as Ghost had earlier, to squirm away from the excessive pleasure, but Ghost continued to dominate: he simply clasped his free arm hard round Roach’s chest, pinning him hard into Ghost’s body. The towel long since vanished, his bare cock rubbed against the fabric of Roach’s shorts as he thrust with each pull of his hand.

“I can’t-” Roach panted “Jesus!” Finally, he grabbed Ghost’s hand to stop him and pulled him through into the room.

Roach switched on the light and for the first time, Ghost saw him properly. Roach was built strong, but he took care of himself and it showed on the swell of his biceps, the thickness of his thighs and the hardness of his torso. Ghost looked down at himself, seeing his pale scars in the slow glow of the lamp, and felt unworthy. Roach had slipped off his boxers and was now completely naked. His cock, which seemed massive in Ghost’s self-comparison, stood hard out against the dark coils of his hair.

“You like what you see?” Roach smiled. He took Ghost’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, raising it up to his own face. Ghost shut his eyes as Roach leaned in, softly kissing him at first and then more aggressively sliding his tongue between Ghost’s lips and twisting it with Ghost’s own.

Oh fuck! thought Ghost. Roach’s other hand reached down to grasp Ghost’s cock and he inhaled sharply as Roach gripped. His strong, large hands grabbed the shaft firmly and began to stroke. Ghost whined as Roach bent down to suck gently at his nipple and then before he realised it was going to happen, Roach knelt and took him in his mouth.

“Jesus!” he exclaimed. Gently, he began to build up a rhythm, his head bobbing at Ghost’s crotch. With one hand, Ghost gripped the doorframe to stop himself shaking. He looped his fingers through Roach’s dark hair, gently stroking the back of his head. Roach slowed and began to loop his tongue around the head of Ghost’s cock, teasing him. For a moment, he looked up in Ghost’s eyes, and when they met, Ghost felt like he’d been punched. He had never felt so close to anyone sexually, and he drowned in Roach’s stare.

Roach returned to his ministrations, building back up his rhythm and grasping Ghost’s arse in both of his hands as he thrust his face forward. He drew his nails across Ghost’s bare skin. One of Roach’s hands stroked gently up and down Ghost’s inner thigh before returning to tease gently at his balls. He changed his pace, his hands becoming more aggressive, groping and rubbing across the sensitive skin leading up towards the cleft of his buttocks. Ghost moaned as Roach’s hands found places he hadn’t even realised he enjoyed. He bent forward, leaning heavily on Roach’s shoulders to allow him to explore further.

Roach pulled back. With a mischievous grin on his face he pulled open the drawer of his bedside table and retrieved a bottle of lube. Ghost sank down onto his knees beside him as Roach squeezed a generous amount of gel onto his hands and reached between Ghost’s legs. The cold lube, a sharp sensation against the warmth of Roach’s touch made him grit his teeth as he inhaled, trying to keep for crying out. Roach’s other hand snaked around behind his leg to cup Ghost’s balls in his slippery grasp. The anticipation, the loss of control and the lust for Roach shivered through him as he leant over the edge of the bed. Roach took Ghost’s cock in his right hand and began to work on it whilst his left firmly stroked across the taint and up between the cheeks. He stroked of the edge of the rim with his fingers, teasing him. He bit hard into the mattress as Roach tightly gripped the head of his cock.

Unable to stand the pleasure any longer, he knelt upright and twisted round to kiss Roach again.

“Oh God!” wheezed Ghost as Roach lapped his tongue around Ghost’s bottom lip. Ghost reached out to Roach’s body, tracing the line of hair across his tight stomach muscles down into the hair in his crotch. Nervously, he grasped the cock at the base whilst his other hand fumbled for the lube. Roach continued to kiss him as Ghost slid his hands around the shaft of Roach’s cock, feeling it grow harder and firmer under his touch. Hearing Roach moan gave him a slick of pride and pleasure. He continued, as Roach had done, to build up a stroke whilst his other hand slid underneath to massage between his legs. Roach’s moans became more urgent and he pushed away Ghost’s hand.

“I want you to fuck me.” Said Roach.

Ghost’s stomach flipped.

“I want your cock inside me.” continued Roach.

In his excitement, Ghost hardly even noticed as Roach gently slid the condom he’d been hiding over Ghost’s erection. Roach clearly knew what he wanted, and Ghost wasn’t about to argue. Roach climbed up onto the narrow bunk and rammed a pillow beneath his prone form, so this arse jutted out. The sight of Roach’s taunt, curved buttocks sticking up invitingly drove Ghost even wilder. He clambered up behind Roach and gripped the obliging cheeks between his hands, forcing them apart to expose the dark hair in the cleft. Ghost had never done it before, but the feel of Roach’s tight arse between his hands and the sudden, musky smell of him made him want to bury his face between Roach’s thighs.
He bent close to Roach, breathing in the sweat, the musk, and the lingering, intoxicating scent of whatever he’d used to wash. He licked gently at the skin between the scrotum and the edge of the buttocks. Feeling Roach writhe with pleasure beneath him served to excite Ghost further. He began to rub himself as he worked his tongue up between the cheeks and across the rim of Roach’s arse. Roach whined as he licked along the sensitive skin and thrust his arse upwards into Ghost’s probing tongue. Ghost forced him down with his free hand and continued, relishing the taste of Roach’s bare skin for as long as possible.
When he could bear it no longer, he squeezed the last of the lube across his ready cock and slipped himself inside. He watched Roach’s face contort with pleasure, biting into the pillow, groaning, as he squeezed past the opening. Ghost moved slowly, coming to rest against the hard edge of the gland before gently retreating. Roach’s back arched beneath him and he growled. Ghost was close to orgasm as he started to thrust. He moved slowly, but the sensation overwhelmed him. Fortunately, Roach was helping himself out, his right hand deep into his groin, working on his own cock as Ghost teetered along the brink. Eventually, he could hold himself back no longer and began to desperately rut, thrusting himself deeper and deeper into Roach until the tightness in his balls reached a maximum. He felt the orgasm start to build between his thighs, a slow twitch that evolved into a wild jerking. Roaring, he suddenly climaxed, his body contorting in juddering twitches as he came.

“Fuck!” he screamed. He climaxed with a force he’d never felt before. He didn’t even notice as Roach started to spasm beneath him, the combined fucking and the tugging of his cock bringing them to an almost simultaneous climax.

Ghost collapsed, spent, onto Roach’s back. He could taste Roach’s sweat on his lips as he lay with his face against Roach’s shoulders, exhausted. The last thing he would remember would be the afterglow of the climax, and the sense of living within a truly perfect moment as he closed his eyes.
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