My favorite boy my favorite favorite boy

between two of the most protective and possessive men on the face of the planet, and he’d never felt more loved.

He was finally exactly where he belonged.

Fin.

sharp, teasing (and perhaps promising) smack against his ass.

True to their word, they showed Roach a fantastic time. None of them left the bed until well past noon the next day, and Roach never again wondered how it felt to be part of the “in-group” because, somehow, he’d found himself in

he’d ever felt. The two men who he’d been craving had been craving him in return, just as hard and for just as long. It was a heady feeling, and he couldn’t keep the grin off of his lips, even when Ghost pulled him in for another kiss.

“I’ll bet we can make him even happier,” he said, directing

mutual, sir,” he grinned. “Look at how happy our boy is.”

In any other situation, Roach would’ve felt scrutinized, judged, studied like a…well, like a bug as both men turned their gaze on him. But right now, he couldn’t muster the energy to pretend.

He *was* happy.

This might’ve been the happiest

“That’s the second best idea you’ve had all night, sergeant,” Ghost said, stepping back with a parting kiss to Roach’s cheek. “Come on you two, I’ve waited a long time to get you both in my bed.”

Soap pulled back as well, his eyes dark and hungry as he looked at Roach. “I think that feeling is

arched his back slightly, pushing his ass back into Ghost’s hips where he could feel the other man hardening rapidly in his pants. Ghost’s answering roll of his hips forced Roach’s own cock against Soap’s, both equally bulging, and all three of them swore at the feeling.

“Bedroom,” Soap gasped.

that same night, the way we both saw you standing on that tarmac and wanted you right here. But we knew it had to be your choice.”

“So, is it?” Ghost rasped in his ear, one of his hands coming up to cup Roach’s jaw and turning his head to be able to look him in the eye. “Is it your choice? Do

you want this?”

“Yes, sir,” Roach panted, losing himself in the deep brown of Ghost’s eyes that he’d never seen from so close before.

He surged up to capture Ghost’s lips in their first kiss, groaning at the way Ghost immediately pulled him closer by the jaw, pouring everything into the small

broke the other two men apart and Soap turned his attention back to Roach, capturing his lips in another searing kiss, and Roach whined at the taste of Ghost’s beer and saliva on Soap’s lips and tongue.

He startled slightly when he felt Ghost’s lips trail down his neck, starting just under his ear

hands rested on Roach’s hip, the other on Soap’s, pulling both of them impossibly closer until Roach was well and truly sandwiched between them.

He watched in lust-filled awe as Soap reached a hand up to pull Ghost into a deep, open-mouthed kiss, Ghost leaning down slightly to meet Soap’s lips just

expertly against Roach’s, his tongue prodding at the seam to lick into Roach’s mouth, lapping at the space behind his teeth. Roach’s head spun as he held on for dear life, swept along for the ride, but he broke the kiss when he felt heat at his back.

He panted for breath as guilt washed over him.

feeling, frozen in place as he struggled to process the fact that Soap, his fellow sergeant, best friend, and crush, was kissing him.

Soap, thankfully, didn’t draw back at his unresponsiveness; even as Roach’s mind abruptly blue-screened, Soap kept moving his lips gently against Roach’s, silently

warring in his mind. Ultimately, though, the alcohol once again won out.

“I really want to kiss you,” he blurted out through numb lips, and the entire room went still and silent.

For a long moment, Soap and Roach stared at each other, both of then undoubtedly wondering if Roach actually just said

“What’s got ye all smiley?” Soap asked as the three of them settled back down. He was sprawled out on the couch, taking the whole thing for himself. Roach laid on the floor, ignoring his drink in favor of grinning at the ceiling, his fellow sergeant and lieutenant in his peripheral view.

“Never had a group of friends like this before,” he shrugged. “Never really been included like this, either. Feels good.”

Okay, maybe he was a little drunker than he thought, but he could still feel his fingers and toes, so he wasn’t wasted.

“Of course we want you around, bug,” Soap said, like

Roach had never been a part of the “in-group”.

Growing up, he’d always had a small friend group, but those friends often had other, closer friends, so he was constantly on the fringes.

He was quiet and shy, a textbook loner, but he’d be lying if he said that he hadn’t craved the feeling of being