When Our Lips Touched. part 8.

When our lips touched.

Part 8, Chapter 2.

As they reached the edge of Edinburgh while driving past the remaining buildings John sighed heavily before he spoke.

"Si, what did your mother say to you earlier?"

"What, why?"

John paused for a minute gathering his thoughts before he continued.

"Well, I saw you through the window and you did not seem too pleased,"

"Hmmm..., oh,"

"You don't have to answer if you do not want to, Si,"

"No, no it's fine, Johnny, you see I've never officially came out if you know what I mean, So I told my mother this morning about us. at first, she was taken back by it however I told her about you and how..., well you know, how you make me feel and she accepted it, so to speak,"

"You've never come out?"

"technically only to, Price,"

"What about your father?"

Simon's grip on the steering wheel tightened as his arms trembled slightly.

"Si, You okay?"

Simon remains silent for a few minutes, anger clouds his mind before the sensation of John's hand rubbing his thigh warmly and his anger seems to decrease.

"Simon?"

"Johnny, not today okay, I cannot speak about him today,"

John is confused at first but takes in the tension before resting his head against Simon's shoulder.

"Why don't you teach me a bit of Scots, Jonny,"

"What really, I thought you hated it,"

"I never said I hated it, just annoying when you fall in and out of it,

John returns to his position and smirks as a smile blooms on his face.

"Okay then,  Dè cho fada's a tha a turas gu Manchester?"

"What?"

"How long is the drive to Manchester?"

"Oh, I see,"

"Well try saying it, then,"

Simon recollects the gibberish phrase before he attempts to say it aloud.

"De chew faddas a th...,"

He falters trying to say the phrase as John laughs loudly holding his belly.

"Sorry..., your way off, Si," 

"Let's just talk, then,"

Simon mutters with a weak smile sprouting over his face looking over to John.

An hour passed as their conversation progressed. The conversation led to many fields of interest. John does most of the talking bubbling away as Simon just listens feeling content having him near.

Later that day halfway to Manchester John fell asleep, his face pressed against the window as Simon noticed drool running down the window and pooling at the base.

Simon's smile at the sight, takes him back to the night he carried him back to their flat as he drooled all over his shoulder. he smirks whispering to himself,

"Only you can look charming drooling all over the place,"

Simon remains quiet while he focuses on the road back home. his mind drifts into his thoughts, thinking about earlier that morning, how he expressed his most intimate feelings to John.

He thinks about his mother's reaction and about the future conversation he will have with Price about leaving the 141. the hours fly by as he remains in thought guided by the GPS.

John stirs and wakes gradually as he pulls his face from the window leaving a slobbery mess of drool behind. still in a daze recollecting his surroundings.

"Oh crap, I messed up your window, Sorry, SI,"

"Oh good, you're finally awake, We're about to enter Manchester,"

John rubs his eyes before trying to clean the mess he made with the sleeve of his shirt.

"Dont ruin your shirt, Johnny, we can do it later,"

"Don't want to ruin your car, Si,"

"It's just drool, Johnny,"

Simon grins mischievously looking over to him. 

"I know that look, Simon,"

"What, look?"

"The, I want to fuck you look, I can see your face now remember you're not wearing your mask.

Simon giggles as he pats John on his shoulder before gently rubbing his thigh warmly.

Not too soon they enter Manchester.

John looks out the window observing the buildings.

"How far before we reach your flat, Simon?"

"About twenty minutes more or less,"

John sits in content as he observes his new surroundings. It's much different from Edinburgh, much more lively.

"What do you think, Johnny?"

"About?

"Manchester of course,"

"Oh..., It's different, I mean it's much more lively here than back home,"

As they drive past the busy streets Simon makes a turn driving into a warn-down neighbourhood. it doesn't resemble the previous busy streets. It's quiet, garbage is piled up everywhere, and broken-down cars are scattered along the sidewalk graffiti litters the walls of the passing buildings.

Soon they make another turn into a busy street filled with food stalls and people swarming the sidewalks,

Soon Simon pulled up to a seven-story building he pressed a button hanging on the keys of his vehicle as a garage door swung open before he drove in.

He parks the car and they unbuckle themselves. Simon reached for the glove compartment taking out a mask before pulling it over his head.

John looks at him surprised to see his face covered. it feels like it has been years since he has seen him with it on despite it only being a couple of days.

"Don't worry, Puppy, It won't stay on for too long.

John cracks a weak smile looking at him.

Simon unlocks the doors and gets out first, walking to John's side and opening the door for him.

he gets out and observes his surroundings. It's a private garage a small room a few dusty boxes standing in one corner and an old wood ladder in the other. the walls seemed to have been painted white at some stage in time but are mostly covered with dust, mould, and cobwebs.

"This way, Johnny,"

He is led by Simon through an old door with screeching hinges leading into a long corridor.

"Shit..., feels like a horror film,"

"Simon laughed taking his hand into his own and leading him up the stairs at the end of the corridor.

"What floor is your flat, Si?"

"Fourth,"

"No elevator, then?"

"No,"

They walk up the stairs leading to the second floor, the corridor is filled with the echoes of a arguing couple a few doors behind them.

"Oh god, this is depressing,"

"Why do you think I prefer to stay on base,"

"Why not move then?"

"no rent, It belonged to my father and was left to me when he died. I considered fixing it up and selling it but never got around to it,"

They reach the second set of stairs making their way to the third floor. A sour scent fills the air, one too familiar to him.

"Oh god, is that vomit?"

"What, where?"

"The smell, don't you smell it?"

"Not with the mask on,"

Simon quickens his pace pulling John along. they reach the third set of stairs and rush along the steps to the next floor.

this floor seems to be somewhat normal no screaming neighbours or putrid smells filling the air. Simon curls his arm around his shoulders pulling him in closer as they continue to the fourth set of stairs.

A few minutes later they reach the stairs and walk gradually. On the fourth floor, Simon led him to the second door on the right he retrieved the keys from his pocket and unlocked the door leading him inside.

John stands in the middle of the room taking in everything around him.

"It's not much, but it's a place to stay, make yourself comfortable, Johnny,"

He looks around at the warn-down room. It's half the size of his flat, a single bed and chest of drawers stand against the farthest fall with a loveseat couch before a television with a small table stands underneath it with a gaming console and a few dozen games and DVDs neatly stacked on top of its surface.

There is no kitchen to speak of, apart from a small under-counter refrigerator, a few cabernets, a countertop gas burner and a sink.

"Shit...," he whispers to himself.

"'S e trom-laighe a th' anns an àite seo, ciamar a b' urrainn dha a bhith beò mar seo,"

"What's that, Johnny?"

He walks over to Simon curling his arms around his waist and resting his head against his chest.

"Sorry, Si, I mean no offence but you can't live like this, I won't let the person I love live like this,"

Simon sprouts a weak smile looking down at him and kissing him against his scalp.

"I don't live here full time you know I'm only here six to eight weeks a year,"

"Still,"

"Well, we are here to pack aren't we?"

Simon breaks their embrace pulling the mask from his face.

"I have a few folded boxes under the bed, I'll get them out"

"Okay, let's start with the TV and games.

John walks over to the television and collects all the games and DVDs.

Simon retrieves the stack of boxes and unfolds one fixing it.

John walks over to the bed with the stack of DVD covers on his arms before stacking them neatly in the box before he notices one of the covers.

"What's this then?"

he pulls the DVD cover from the box before reading the title "Bareback Booty Bandits,"

"What's this then, Simon,"

Simon turns facing him seeing him hold the DVD.

"Oh, that's from my early days one of my firsts,"

Embarrassed he looks at John wanting the world to swallow him whole.

John laughed holding his belly with his free hand.

"no need to be embarrassed, Si, I too had a few of these back in the day,"

Later that day most of Simon's stuff has been packed—four boxes filled with personal belongings and two duffle bags with his clothes.

In the corridor next to his door stand three boxes with a free sign with stuff he wants to part with.

"Simon you sure you don't want to keep any of this stuff?"

"No, I do not need for any of it,"

They walk back into Simon's flat closing the door behind them.

"Johnny I have one last request?"

"What is it, Si?"

"I want to fuck you here,"

"Here, Why?"

"Personal matter,"

John looks Him in the eye suspiciously, wondering what his motives are.

"Tell me,"

Simon exhales heavily closing his eyes before answering him.

"I want to prove a point,"

"To whom?"

"I do not want to talk about it,"

John wonders to himself why he is so secretive about it before he sprouts a weak smile looking at Simon, his expression is unreadable but somehow he knows what it's about, well at least he thinks he knows.

"Tha thu nad inntinn,"

"English, Johnny,"

"You are mental, Simon, however, I'll do as you want,"

Simon grins mischievously before he draws a blanket from one of the boxes standing next to the door. he unfolds it and tosss it open over the floor before unzipping his hoodie.

John walks over to him curling his hand around his neck pulling him into his person kissing him aggressively as Simon pulls him in close cresting his back with his palm running down to his rear squeezing the globes of his arse.

John undresses Simon aggressively the tension rises as he is stripped of the clothing.

"Easy, Puppy,"

"Not this time, gonna fuck you hard this time,"

A venomous smirk sprouted on Simon's face as the words left John's lips with a glint in his eyes. he revels at the words kissing John firmly. he digs at the back of the hem of his shirt poking a hole with the index aggressively ripping a large hole before tearing it from his torso.

"I'll undo my pants, Si,"

knowing how Simon loves destroying his clothes, he unbuckles his belt sliding it past the loops and discarding it to the floor before unzipping his jeans and pushing it down with his underwear to his knees exposing his pulsing cock.

Simon beams in delight at the sight before him, he undoes the bow on his tracksuit bottom letting it fall swiftly to his ankles, kicking it to the side.

"Are you gonna fuck me now or what?"

"Hungry for my cock then, love?"

John smirked curling his fingers around the shaft of Simon's cock gripping it slightly tight pulling Simon into his person while stroking long tedious pulls along his hardening cock as precum oozed from his tip.

Simon pressed wet open-mouth kisses along his neck running along his jaw meeting his lips sliding his tongue aggressively past John's lips.

John moans heavily at the sensation of Simon's swirls in his mouth as he continues stroking his girthy length.

Simon growls aggressively digging his nails into his back and scoring along his shoulder blades. John arched his back in pain as Simon continued kissing him passionately. he lift him to his waist as John curl his legs around his waist bobbing their cocks together.

not too soon Simon bends down sitting John down on his rear as he bent to his knees continuously kissing him. he presses wet kisses along John's neck moving swiftly down his chest bitting down on his nipple, John's toes curl in pleasure before Simon nudged him onto his back spreading his legs exposing the pink rim of his arse.

Simon graciously massages the bulbous tip of his cock against his entrance before sliding it gently inside. he allows Simon to slide his full length inside him, grinding his teeth at the pleasure Simon awakens deep within him.

Simon thrusts gently before quickening his pace bobbing against John's inner thighs.

"Harder!" John roars.

"You sure, Love?"

"Yes,"

Simon rolled his hips propelling rapid movements as his thrusts escalated, John's moans intensified, and his body shivered in pleasure as Simon's girth glided past his rim swiftly.

His head falls back bobbing against the messed up blanket beneath them as his body is jerked back and forth.

Simon leans down slowing his pace before planting wet kisses along his chest and biting down on his nipple flustering him to exhaustion.

A few seconds go by as John lay paralyzed to his core breathing heavily.

"You alright, Love?"

John's eyes beam open a glint sparkles in his eyes as a venomous smirk grows on his face. he pushed himself up grabbed Simon by his shoulder and forcefully nudged him to the floor pressing him down aggressively.

He stares Simon deep into his dark eyes as his smirk darkens.

"What you on about, Johnny?"

"Told you I'm gonna fuck you properly,"

Simon sits back up resting on his elbows and glaring at John's expressioned face.

"I'm not bottoming you, Johnny,"

"Who said anything about bottoming?"

John crawls over his body squatting over Simon's crotch messaging his cock along his cleft. takes hold at the base of Simon's cock guiding it past his rim letting his whole girth slide deep within.

He straddles himself harshly rolling his hips and swiftly bouncing his arse letting his globes jiggle with each thrust.

Simon groans aggressively, breathing heavily as he arches his back beneath John's thrusting hips.

"God..., Johnny you're a beast,"

John purrs in delight hearing the words flow past his lips.

"dh' innis mi dhuibh gu'n robh mi 'dol ga d' phògadh gu cruaidh,"

Simon expresses an annoyed grin before his face softens. he reached for John's chest cresting it gently running his calloused fingers down his belly before curling his arms around his waist pulling him into his person.

John allowed himself to be pulled into his embrace resting his head in the crook of Simon's neck and letting a heavy breath slip past his lips.

"Had enough, Puppy?"

"A-aye, you drained me, Si,"

"You not gonna come, Then?"

"Later..., I promise,"

Simon hugged him tight peppering kisses along his temple, letting his slacking cock slip from his sensitive entrance. John groaned in a whisper at the sensation. His body slackened resting on Simon's listening to his rapid heartbeat. 

Simon's chest rises and falls as a heavy breath leaves his body, John looks up facing him looking at his resting face with contentment as a slight smile blooms on his face.

"Stop staring, Puppy,"

"How do you know I was looking at you?"

"have to be alert at all times, Sargeant...,"

John flinched at the word before correcting him, 

"Johnny,"

"That's right, sorry, Johnny,"

Simon corrected himself feeling slightly embarrassed. his eyes flutter open as he looks at John gazing deep into his bright blue eyes, revealing a weak side smile.

They lay together for a few minutes before they are interrupted by a loud ringing tune coming from Simon's discarded pants pocket.

"Better get that, then,"

John slides off of him resting on the crinkled blanket while Simon shifts to his knees reaching for his pants and jacking the shrieking phone from the pocket.

"It's my mother,"

"Well, answer it, then, Si,"

Simon swipes right answering his mother's call tapping his finger on the speaker button.

"Hello,"

"Hello, Simon,"

"Mum you're on speaker, John is with me,"

John looks over at him in surprise.

"Hello John, I'm Margret, Looking forward to meeting you later,"

"Halò..., ma'am, aye looking forward to it,"

"Simon, you never told me he was Scottish,"

"Yeah, he is, annoying at times,"

John stares at him with a pout exhailing heavily.

"Simon, stop it,"

"No worries, mum, he can take it,"

Looks over to John rubbing his hand warmly over his belly.

"Are you still coming, Then?"

"Yes, in about an hour or so just had to..., clear out the flat first,"

The other end of the line was silent for a few tedious seconds.

"Okay, darling, see you later, then, can't wait to hear about your plans..., bye John,"

"Bye, ma'am,"

"Bye, Mum,"

Simon ends the call laying it down on his discarded pants.

he lays back down facing the patchy ceiling, John curls up next to him nuzzling himself in Simon's arm.

"Did you tell your mother you're moving in with me, Si?"

"Don't recall mentioning it,"

"No wonder she was surprised hearing we're cleaning out your flat,"

Simon remains silent for a few minutes gently brushing his fingers along John's arm and drifting deep into thought.

His mind is at ease with their past escapades circling through his mind before the memory of his late father enters his thoughts ruining the precious moment they just shared.

He groans whisperingly before sitting back up and dragging John with him.

"We better load the boxes in the car, otherwise we'll never leave this godforsaken place,"

"Should take a shower first, we are all sweaty, Si,"

"Afterwards...,"

Simon insisted before reaching for his discarded pants sliding them over his feet and up his legs before standing up tieng the drawstring in a neat bow, and tucking inside his waistband. 

"What, no underwear?"

"No point, Johnny, Just taking the boxes down, will change later,"

John gets up and reaches for his jeans before dressing himself. he realizes his shirt is ripped to shreds.

"Oi, I need a shirt, Simon, you destroyed the one I was wearing...,"

Simon grins mischievously.

"Sorry, Puppy, you can wear one of mine. fine one you like from my duffel. Might be a bit big for you though," 

"No shit, Sherlock,"

John's not very impressed but won't pass up an opportunity to be wrapped up in Simon's things.

He smiles weakly as he unzips one of the large duffel bags, going through the many layers of black and grey fabric.

"Shit, Simon, you might as well be a goth. everything you own is black,"

"Nothing wrong with that, Johnny,"

"You need some colour,"

"Perhaps, you can take me shopping later, then, love,"

John beams in delight as he pulls a dark grey hoodie from the duffel, Simon walks over to him and takes the hoodie from him scrunching it in his hand and pulling it over his head dressing him like a toddler.

"Oi, I can dress myself you know,"

"Need to take care of my, Puppy,"

John's cheeks glow red as Simon adjusts the fit of the hoodie around his waist before curling his arms around him and snuggling his face into John's chest. John brushed his fingers through His hair rubbing his back warmly before peppering kisses along his scalp.

"Such a silly, Ghost,"

Simon exhale whisperingly as he pressed a kiss against his chest before retracting himself from their embrace pressing his palms gently along John's chees leaning his forehead against his and whispering,

"You've made me the happiest man alive, Johnny,"

John's eyes filled with tears curling his hands over Simon's and pressing a kiss in his palm.

"Simon, who knew you were...,"

Simon pressed his index against his lips while sprouting a weak smile.

"Only with you, my Johnny,"

He retracted his finger and curled his arms around him once more before hugging him lovingly.

John was overwhelmed at the moment, not once in his life as anyone shown him the affection Simon had. feeling utterly content wrapped up in Simon's embrace, his mind drifts back to the past few days replaying the memories they shared. 

he rests his head against Simon's chest taking in the echoes of his heartbeat, beating in sync with his own.

"Simon...,"

He falters losing the words he wants to express to him.

"I-I...,"

"You don't have to say anything, Johnny, I know...,"

John looks up meeting his dark eyes.

"You do don't you?"

Simon nods his head before kissing him on the corner of his mouth. tightening his hug before letting go of him.

"Okay, enough romance, for now, we need to get going, Johnny,"

John giggled sprouting a toothy smile and nodding his head in agreement. 

Simon dressed slipping his boots on before picking up one of the heavier boxes and directing John to take the two smaller lighter boxes before exiting his flat, they walked down the four flights of stairs as fast as they could avoiding the dreaded odours and arguments taking place behind closed doors.

Not too soon they reach the door to Simon's private garage stacking the three boxes in the back of his vehicle.

"Umm..., Simon, would you mind if I continue wearing your..., your hoodie?"

"Why ask?"

"Well, I can take one of my own, while we're here. I mean my bag is in the car,"

Simon smiles happily.

"if you want to wear my things, wear them,"

John sprouts a toothy smile in delight.

"I was hoping you'd say that, Si,"

"Come let's go get the last stuff so we can take a shower,"

"Together?"

Simon sprouts a wicked grin.

"what do you think?"

"Aye?"

Simon nods his head in agreement before taking John by the hand and leading him back to his flat the walk seemed much shorter this time around. nudged against Simon's side he blocked the odours and screaming neighbours from his mind.

They reach his flat once more Simon directs John to take the last box while he gathers the duffel bags resting their heavy straps on his shoulders. They make their way down the stairs once more moving swiftly past the distractions, they reach the garage once more and load the last of Simon's belongings in the back of his vehicle.

"Quick, Johnny, let's get back I'm eager to take that shower,"

"sure you don't just want to see me naked?"

"That too,"

Simon takes him by the hand once more and drags him back to his flat. John tries deeply to keep up with Simon's pace. 

"Slow down you caveman, I can't keep up with you,"

Simon stops in his tracks and turns to face him. He curls his hand around his waist lifting him and throws him over his shoulder and continues.

John tried to protest but it seemed like there was no point. Being manhandled by Simon is a new sensation to him and his not exactly sure how he feels about it, never the less he enjoys being his plaything.

Later Simon reached his flat. He entered and walked over to his bed, John fully prepared himself to be thrown onto the bed but with surprise, Simon gently laid him down pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"Love you, Puppy,"

John takes Simon's hand into his own pressing a kiss on his dorsal.

"Tha gaol agam ort cuideachd, Si,"

Simon pressed a kiss to the side of his mouth before getting back up and picking up the crunched-up blanket from their previous escapades before folding it up neatly.

"Ready for that shower, Simon?"

"Yes, Puppy,"

Simon walks back to the bed where John is lying in the position he left him, he sits up allowing Simon to gently draw the hoodie from his person exposing his naked upper body. He is pulled to his feet and his zipper is undone by Simon before his hand slide beneath his jeans grasping the globes of his arse as he pressed wet kisses along his neck.

Simon gently nudged him back letting him sit on the bed once more removing his boots before he tugged the jeans from John's person exposing his naked cock.

Simon picked him up carrying him bridal style to the bathroom.

they enter the bathroom, he gently lets him down as he switches the light on. Simon turns the water on letting it warm up first while he undresses before getting in and inviting John to join him.

Both stand under the warm cascading water, the sensation of droplets running down their bodies was all worries away. Simon guides John's body turning him to face the other direction as he presses his torso against his back kissing him along his neck and shoulder while curling his arms around his waist holding him tight in his grasp.

John leaned his head back resting in the crook of Simon's neck letting their lips meet as Simon kissed him passionately.

Their kiss intensifies as the minutes pass their kiss grows stronger as Simon slips his tongue into John's bobbing his slackened cock against his rear.

John pressed back slightly letting the bulbous tip of Simon's cock grind between his fleshy globes.

"Hungry, Johnny?"

John moaned in pleasure as Simon's voice vibrated in his ear sending chills down his spine.

He gestures, turning around to face Simon curling his arms around his neck and peaking him on his nose with his lips.

"Can't fool around now, your mother is expecting us,"

He looks John deep in his bright blue eyes and nods slightly in agreement before he whispers huskily,

"Later then, Love,"

He turns the water off waiting for the last drops to drip from the shower head before pulling the curtain away. he steps out taking hold of the towel hanging on the rail next to the shower and tapping his face dry before curling it around John's shoulders and rubbing him warmly.

"Oh, I have something you might like, Johnny,"

"What's that then?"

He walks over to the sink opens the door of the vanity mirror and takes out an old hairdryer.

"It's not the best but it works,"

A smile beams over John's face at the sight of the machine. Simon uncoils the cord before plugging it into the outlet next to the mirror and invites John to join him. He moves closer to Simon curling his arm with the towel around Simon's back as he switches the hairdryer on letting the warm air flow over their drying chests.

Simon alternates the hairdryer over their bodies as John rests his head along Simon's shoulder letting his eyes fall shut. Simon continued swaying the machine back and forth before kissing John on his scalp, resting his head against his.

John gently brushed his palm along Simon's side cresting over the globe of his arse dropping the towel to the floor. He bends down ready to retrieve the fallen towel before Simon's hand curls along his waist tugging him into his person.

"Oi,"

"Just stand next to me for a bit, Johnny,"

"Simon..., Haven't you seen enough of me yet?"

"Never?"

John smirks at him digging his head into his arm.

"Simon, we have to hurry up, your mother is expecting us soon,"

Simon rolled his eyes.

"Just a few more minutes, Love,"

John gives him an unimpressed look but enjoys the warm air flowing over him. He curls his arm around Simon's waist once more as he is met with a kiss on the forehead while Simon's arm curls around his shoulders pulling him gently into his person.

A few minutes pass as they stand in contentment but are interrupted by a loud ringing tune echoing through the flat.

Simon hands John the buzzing machine before exiting the bathroom to retrieve his phone.

"It's my Mother!" he roars from the bed.

"Well, answer it then," John parrots switching off the hairdryer before he unplugged it.

"Hello,"

"When will you two be coming, then, Darling?"

"About to walk out the flat, mum,"

"Okay, Love Just want to know when to start dinner,"

"Okay, then, mum see you in a bit,"

Simon ends the call looking over in John's direction as he exits the bathroom with the towel wrapped around his waist.

"We better finish up, Love,"

"I've literally been saying that the past thirty minutes, Si,"

"Okay..., Let's get dressed and sweep the flat one last time to see if we forgot anything,"

Simon dresses first while sitting on the bed adjusting the laces on his boots while John bounces around on one leg trying to get his foot through his pants leg.

"That's why I dress you, Puppy, You useless otherwise,"

"What!"

John shrieked in outrage.

"I've dressed myself way before you, you know,"

Simon laughed hysterically at John's reaction holding his belly while catching his breath. he walked over to him curling his arms around his shoulders and planting a kiss on the corner of his mouth before picking up the hoodie. he crushed it up signalling John to lift his arms while he pulled it over his torso adjusting the fit around his waist.

"Well..., not gonna lie I enjoy this, Si,"

"have to take care of, Puppy,"

John sprouts an embarrassed smile as he sits down on the bed while Simon pulls his sock over his feet and puts his boots on adjusting his laces.

"There you go, Love,"

John grins.

"Funny how you turned out, Si, back at base you were always this dark figure lurking in the shadows hardly ever spoke a word and never showing much interest in the rest of us, who knew you were like this?"

Simon let a smirk curl over his face before brushing his fingers through John's hair messing it up beyond repair.

"Come let's do a sweep then we have to go,"

"Right,"

They walk through the flat making sure they leave nothing behind. There wasn't much they forgot to pack mostly just the towel they shared and the hairdryer. John folded the damp towel neatly and recoil the cord around the hairdryer handle. holding the items in his arms he walks over to Simon and Questions,

"Ready to go then, Si?"

"Yeah, ready,"

they walk to the door and exit the flat.

Would you mind waiting here for a minute, Johnny?"

"Oh.., uh sure, I guess,"

Simon walks back into his flat closing the door behind him. he stands in the centre of the room looking around recalling the unpleasant memories of his father.

He stands there for a few minutes taking the moment in before he mutters to himself,

"Well..., old man this is finally the end, I'm leaving this shithole for good, your suspicions were right your youngest turned out to be a fag..., and guess what I'm about to spend the rest of my life with the man who loves me even with the scars you damned me with for the rest of my life. So fuck you..., old man, hope you rot in hell,"

John's ear is pressed against the door hearing every word Simon just said his eyes widen in horror, and whispers to himself,

"It finally makes sense, it all finally makes sense, the uncomfortable conversation in the car and why he wanted to have sex before he leaves this place behind for good. he's more damaged than I thought,"

The doorknob turns and John jumps back pretending he didn't just eavesdrop but his rapid jerks gave him away.

"You heard me, didn't you?"

John looks away averting his gaze from Simon.

"Johnny?"

"Aye..., I did,"

Simon sighed heavily a look of disappointment crawling over his face. John's eyes filled with tears dropping the towel and hairdryer to the floor. he scurries to pick them back up but Simon catches him in his arms before he can bend down.

"Johnny..., there was a reason I didn't want to talk about it,"

"I know Simon, I'm sorry I did what I did."

John buries his face deep in Simon's chest as he curls his arms around Simon's waist.

"Johnny...

My father beat me relentlessly as a child with the help of my older brother. the scars littering my face and body are their doing, I hide my face because it is a reminder of them. My father might be dead but his memory lives on my face. I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want to be pitied. I joined the military to escape their abuse and I created the Ghost persona hiding my true identity from you lot burying my past starting a new life. I knew where my sexuality lay, but buried it along with my identity until I met you all those years ago, I knew I had feelings for you but I knew I couldn't have you so I distanced myself from you lot, apart from Price who I confided in,"

John looked up at Simon meeting his gaze and seeing the truth in his eyes. taking his hands into his own.

"Si, I would never pity you, you are my Ghost, my soul mate, however, I want you to share with me, open up with me, we can't have secrets. if this is going to work between us we have to open up to each other no matter the circumstances. and just so by the way I love your scars, I can't imagine you without them, and if I can be perfectly honest they are kind of hot,"

Simon stood there for a moment before clutching John in his arms and hugging him tight as tears filled his eyes and ran down his face.

"Si-mon..., I can't breathe,"

"Shit, sorry, Love,"

Simon lessened his grip on him but continued hugging him gently, John sigh resting his temple in the crook of his neck and whispered,

"I love you, ghost,"

Simon grins happily hearing his call name. He peppers kisses along John's forehead as he releases him from his embrace.

John leans down and collects the towel and dryer cradling it in his one arm as Simon's hand curls around his other, They make their way down the four sets of stairs, walking hand in hand. John is slightly pulled along trying his best to keep up with Simon's pace.

They reach the door leading to Simon's private garage. Simon opens the door holding it open letting John enter first, he follows soon after closing the door behind him and locking it securely. John opens the door of his vehicle opening one of the boxes and nudging the hairdryer between the rest of the contents within. he walks over to the passenger door and opens it before rubbing the drying drool aggressively trying his best to clean the mess he made. later he laid the damp towel open over the two duffel bags to let it dry.

"Ready to go, Puppy?"

"Aye,"

"Time to meet your mother-in-law, then,"

John jumps at the word as a mischievous grin beams along Simon's face.

"Need a ring first,"

"Will get you one, then, Love,"

John sprouts a weak smile as Simon plants a kiss on the corner of his mouth before opening the passenger side door. He gets in making himself comfortable as Simon closes the door behind him. He sighs and revels in the moment before reaching for his seatbelt.

Simon opens his door sliding onto his seat before reaching for his seatbelt.

Not too soon he inserts the key into the ignition, starting the engine. he pushed a little red button on the dangling keys setting the garage door to open.

Later, they drive past the neighbouring neighbourhood closing in on Simon's mother's home. he takes a left turn, and the following homes are built similarly in style as they drive past. not too soon Simon makes another turn driving up a driveway, and parking in front of a double garage.

"Well then, here we are, Love,"

John smiles as he looks through the window taking in the colourful flowering garden. Simon rubs his thigh warmly before unbuckling both their seatbelts,

"nervous, Si?"

"Something like that, Johnny,"

"Why, then?"

"You're the first person I introduced to my family,"

John feels honoured in some sort of way being Simon's first but thinks to himself, "Am I his first?"

"Simon?"

"Yes, Johnny?"

'Am I..., y-your first?"

Simon paused for a moment his face unreadable before facing John.

"You are...,"

"So I'm the first person you ever slept with?"

"Yes...,"

John is surprised by Simon's honesty but is appreciative. He leans his head against Simon's shoulder while being met with peppering kisses along his scalp. John looks up meeting his gaze and staring deep into Simon's dark eyes.

Simon leans forward meeting John's lips as they share an intimate kiss. John curls his fingers along the back of Simon's neck brushing through the short locks.

A feminine squeak comes from the driveway, they part their lips following the noise. A short blond-haired woman stands a few meters away from them with an embarrassed look on her face mouth covered with her fingertips.

Simon pressed the button on his door letting his window roll down.

"Uh..., hi Simon, I'll wait for you two inside then, love,"

She scurries away leaving them in silence.

"I presume that's your mother, Si,"

"Yes"

"We better go then,"

"Wait, one last kiss before we go?"

"What, why?"

"Don't know when I'll be able to kiss you again,"

John smiles weakly nodding his head slightly at him. Simon curls his hand along his jaw gently pulling him into his embrace and locking their lips together. 

The moment seemed to last forever but merely it was only a few seconds. John pulled away breaking their embrace and pressing his index against Simon's lips.

"We have to go now, Si, we are expected, besides, you can kiss me all night long,"

Simon pouts but grins mischievously at him before kissing him one last time on the corner of his mouth.

He gets out of the vehicle and walks to the passenger side opening the door for John.

"Simon I can do these things by myself you know,"

"I do..., Just let me, I want to,"

John breaks a weak smile as he is led by Simon to the front door. they stand before the lited door with stained glass windows. John rubs his hands over his borrowed hoodie rubbing the wrinkles away trying to make himself look presentable.

"Don't fuss, Johnny, you look good,"

"Oh stop,"

Simon laughed whisperingly as he reached for the doorbell.

A musical chime plays within the building. 

A few tedious seconds go by, John fiddles with his fingers nervously, Simon notices and takes his hand into his own gently squeezing it.

"You'll be fine," He whispers looking down and meeting his gaze planting a kiss on his cheek. Not too soon the door swings open and the same short blond-haired woman stands before them.

"Hello, my darlings,"

End of part 8 

Scots translations,

Dè cho fada's a tha a turas gu Manchester - How long is the drive to Manchester

Tha thu nad inntinn - You are mental

 'S e trom-laighe a th' anns an àite seo, ciamar a b' urrainn dha a bhith beò mar seo - This place is a nightmare, how could he live like this

dh' innis mi dhuibh gu'n robh mi 'dol ga d' phògadh gu cruaidh - told you I was going to fuck you hard