When Our Lips Touched. Part 3.

When our lips touched

Part 3

"Oh god, he's leaving, isn't he? fuck, why did I say that about his mask" John said quietly to himself 

realizing what just happened, thinking he ruined what they just started hours before by mentioning Ghost's balaclava. After he knew it was a trigger. 

John walks over to his bed and sits down, eyes darting to the floor, mind spiralling, thinking about what he has just done. His heartbeat rises and he feels a pain form in his chest. 

minutes pass and Ghost walks in the door with a duffel bag.

"Oh, god you are still here" John cried and ran over to Ghost and leaped into his arms.

"What, Of course, I am... Where would I be else? Ghost" asks confused.

John cries "I thought you left... because of what I said about your mask." losing his voice

"Oh..., Puppy, You think it's that easy to get rid of me? I'm not going anywhere." Ghost responded dropped his duffel bag to the floor and wrapped his arms around John's weakening body.

John stands there wrapped tight in Ghost's arms in disbelief that Ghost is back.

Ghost stands there with John clenched in his arms realizing what just went through John's mind, thinking how can he be this important to him. Ghost rests his chin on John's head for a moment and releases him.

"Here look I brought this with me" Ghost Said with a heartwarming smile you could see through his mask.

"You brought a bag of clothes with you?" John questions brushing his hand through the hair on the back of his head.

"I keep it in the car at all times" Ghost replied. 

Ghost kneels on one knee unzips his duffel bag, opens it, and takes out a regular black face mask, dark sunglasses, a black beanie and a dark gray hoodie. "See, I can wear these," Ghost answers, overly pleased with himself.

Ghost rezips the duffel and places it by the door of John's Flat. walk over to the bed, and lay the items down. 

Ghost turned his back to John, He removed his shirt, exposing his upper naked scarred body and put on the hoodie rolling the sleeves to his elbows then removed his balaclava.

Running his hand through his short light blond hair. He put on the new mask and adjusted it to his ears, then put on the sunglasses and beanie, hiding his ears with it and pulling the hood over his head. returning to John's direction.

"Well, What do you think," He questions John with enthusiasm.

John smiles and tilts his head to the side.

"Different... But I like it." John answered with a smile. 

"Well then, shall we go" Ghost requested.

John stands there for a moment confused. 

"Oh, right... Yes, sorry I forgot we're heading out" John answered embarrassed. 

"Wait I have to change first, Right?" John requested looking at Ghost.

"I would imagine so, Don't want the whole town seeing what you packing," Ghost answered with a cheeky voice pointing at John's bulge while sprouting a grin.

Confused John looks down at his crotch and there he sees the clear view of his cock printing out of the fabric. 

John quickly covers his crotch. 

"Has it been showing since I changed?" John whined in embarrassment. 

"Oh please, Johnny, Don't think much of it, I have seen a cock print before, you know." Ghost responded.

Ghost can see John is embarrassed and decides to do something playful.

While John's back is turned to him, Ghost undoes his jeans button unzips the zipper, and pulls his jeans and underwear down to his knees exposing his cock.

"Johnny, Nothing to be embarrassed about, Look." Ghost called out to Him while positioning his hands on his hips and swaying side to side as his cock flops in the same motion.

John turned around "OH MY GOD, GHOST!" John shrieked loudly. He tries to look away but his gaze is fixed on Ghost's cock. 

It's lengthy at least eighteen centimeters in its non-erect state with a pink tip the same color as his nipples and lips. 

"You see, Johnny, it's nothing don't worry about it." Ghost explained while pulling his jeans back up and fastening it again.

"Now go get dressed, I'm eager to start playing some games" 

"Yes, Sir" John Saluts and walks over to his wardrobe still seeing the image of Ghost's cock before him.

John opens his wardrobe and takes out a pair of jeans and a dark green shirt with long sleeves then walks over to the dressers and takes out gray trunks and black socks. 

In the bathroom, John removes his clothes, and slides on his trunks and socks while spraying himself with deodorant. dresses his jeans and shirt, rolls up the sleeves to his elbows, then fixes his hair. 

"I'm ready," John exclaimed as he walked out of the bathroom. 

"Just need to put my boots on," he said as he sat down on the bed.

"Finally let's go" Ghost exhales. 

John grabs his wallet and keys and they exit the flat. 

They walked downstairs and exited the building. Ghost walks to his car thinking they're driving. 

"Wait, where are you going, Si?" 

"Aren't we driving?" 

"Nae, we are walking," 

Ghost groans heavily.

"Oh come on, Si, Our lives are always a rush, Let's take it slow for a change" John mutters tugging on Ghost's arm and taking his hand into his own. 

"Ugh... Fine but if I get tired you'll be carrying me back" Ghost groaned annoyed but jokingly. 

They walk down the street for a few blocks and He still has his hand intertwined with Ghost's but the image of his cock is still evident in his mind. 

"Why so quiet, Puppy, still have my cock on your brain?" Questioning John jokingly.

"What? No... Stop Joking Around, Si," John answered embarrassed with his cheeks blushing. 

Little did Ghost know how right he was and that it was the only thing John saw.

Ghost breaks free from the grip on his hand and repositions it around John's shoulder. 

"Ahh that's better, innit," He Questions looking down at John smiling. 

"God,  you such a goofball," John replies to Ghost with a chuckle resting his head on his shoulder.

 Ghost rests his head on John's and questions, "So where's this game shop you bragged about" 

It's a few blocks away" John responded as he curled his arm around Ghost's waist.

A few minutes pass and John sees a sign pointing to a Pub's direction.

"Wait let's go down this street first I want to take you somewhere." John cheered tugging Ghost.

"Wait, not so fast," He Insisted, being pulled along.

They approached a narrow street. 

"There, were going there," John pointed to an old pub. 

"O'Malley's Pub" Ghost reads the sign aloud positioned above the door. 

"Why Here," Ghost asked curiously. 

"I want to show you to someone," John answered happily.

"What?..., Why?" Ghost protested.

They enter through the door of the old pub and are greeted by the ringing of a bell. It's empty inside. not a soul in sight. 

A voice roared from behind the bar, "What's your poison stranger?"

The Barkeep's back is turned as he's polishing a beer mug but soon turns around. 

"Ahh, it's you, my boy, looking better than last night ey, did you make up with that girl then?" The barkeep required curiously.

Ghost is confused at this conversation taking place between John and the old man but continues to listen as his curiosity peaks.

"You could say that, Sir," John exclaimed with a big smile as he nudged Ghost forward.

"And here she is," He continued.

Ghost and The barkeep looked at each other and then at John both equally confused.

"Aye, I see, A boy then, Well done to you, My boy," The barkeep congratulates him with a loud chuckle. 

The old man looked over at Ghost and pointed out "You had this poor Boy's head spinning last night old chap,"

Ghost is getting uncomfortable but plays along when he sees how happy John is. 

"What's with the mask, son?" The barkeep asked. 

"Aye, you shouldn't know, sir," He responds rapidly winking at Ghost. 

"Aye, I see, Not to worry old chap," The old man responds

"Well then, What's your poison lads? What can I get you? My treat, on the house," The barkeep bellowed giving yet another chuckle.

"Two pints Please, Sir," John responds with a big grin.

I take it you would like a straw big man, you know since you'll be wearing that mask" The barkeep questions Ghost with a wink. 

"Sure...," He responds sternly getting annoyed. 

"You two take a seat, That booth is the most popular in that corner, I'll bring your drink to you," The barkeep pointed to the booth next to the stained glass window.

They walk over and take a seat while John is tugging on Ghost's arm. 

"Why did you bring me here, Soap?" Ghost questioned him sternly.

"Soap? Why is he calling me Soap He's been calling me Johnny all day?" He thought to himself confused.

John can't see the expression on Ghost's face but he can tell he's upset about something. 

"What's wrong with this place?" He questions confused. 

"Nothing but why does that man know about last night?" Ghost questions and gazes over to the bar Annoyed. 

"Simon, I was at this place last night just before I called you. I was feeling miserable and my mind was racing. The old man approached me and asked what was troubling me. I was hesitant to share, but he somehow managed to extract the information from my mind without me saying a word. I never mentioned you to him,  he thought you were a bloody woman for fuck sake. It was thanks to him that I called you in the first place, he convinced me," John muttered eyes darting at the table breaking his gaze with Ghost.

"Here you go lads, Give a howler if you need anything I'll be behind the bar," The Barkeep says placing the beers on the table with a smile then walks back to the bar

"Simon, finish your beer I need to show you something," John requests as he chugged his beer down in one go.

Surprised by John's reaction he does as He requests pulls down his mask and finishes his beer.

John gets up, walks to the bar, thanks the barkeep, grabs Ghost by the hand, and walks outside.

"Simon last night was a living nightmare for me, beyond worse than any mission I've ever encountered. I walked into that pub just to get a beer and be on my way again. That old man came up to me and advised me to call the girl meaning you, Thinking I had girl trouble," John pointed out to Ghost.

As they walked down the narrow street John pointed out where the phone call took place. 

"This is where I pressed call, but was too much of a coward at first to answer you back when you picked up," John explained to Ghost with frustration filling his head.

"Here I collapsed after you ended the call. I was sitting here for an hour unfocused. That old man found me here and helped me up," He continued, anger and tears filling his eyes as he dug his index finger into Ghost's chest.

"It's thanks to that old man that I called you in the first place, that we shared the moment outside my building. that we share whatever this is between us," John exclaimed.

"I don't know what you've done to me Ghost, I never cry like a little bitch but you...you," John argued, his voice cracked and fell to his knees and tears ran down his cheeks he muttered,"

"Simon you break me but all I want is to be with you."

Ghost knelt in front of him and spoke with a broken voice, "Johnny..., I'm sorry for everything I've put you through. I don't know why I act the way I do, I guess I'm insecure. I don't want to lose you, Johnny. You are the person I fight for during our missions. Every time I hear your voice through that radio strapped to my shoulder, it's what makes my life worth living for."

John's head is heavy with anger. He closes his eyes as Ghost's palms touch his face. Ghost rubs the tears off John's cheek with his thumbs, and then takes off his sunglasses and beanie. He removes his mask, giving one last sigh. 

"Johnny, please look at me, all of me,"

Ghost pleads. He gently takes John's hand and pulls him closer. John looks up at Ghost, In fear and jumps back falling to the ground when he finally sees the naked face of the man he cares so much for. 

John sits back for a moment, breathing heavily as he takes in the face Ghost has been hiding for years.

A muscular face sits before Him. A large widened scar lays over Ghost's Cheek followed by more minor scars covering his forehead.

A head full of short light blond almost white hair and another scar lay on the side of his head above his right ear.

"This is me... The monstrous face of a killer," Ghost muttered with a trembling voice. He bowed his head and tears filled his eyes as he became utterly vulnerable with him. 

John sat up, moved in closer to Ghost, and studied his face. 

Gently, John placed his palm on Ghost's cheek and lifted his face with the other hand, bringing their gazes towards each other.

"Simon, my dearest Si, no matter what you look like you are still my Ghost, I still care deeply for you no matter what,"

Ghost sat there on his knees, listening to what John had just said. It brought up emotions he had never felt or shown before, and tears streamed down his face. 

Moving in closer, John reached out and wiped away Ghost's tears. 

"Si, you're such an idiot," John said, creasing Ghost's cheek. "But I love you for it." He stood up and held out his hand to help Ghost up off the street. 

Ghost looked up at John with surprise. 

"What... What did you just say, Johnny?" He requests fearing he heard him wrong.

"You heard me," John answered, smiling. 

Ghost stood up and gazed into John's blue eyes for a moment as one final tear trickled down his cheek. He then hugged John around his waist and leaned in for a kiss, their lips locking once more in a moment of pure emotion.

end of part 3