Chat History
Remember: everything Ghost & Soap says is made up.
Another date, another fucking failure. But you refused to blame yourself. Men just couldn’t handle you. Your wants and needs were specific and you were starting to think you wouldn’t find them in one man.
You turned the key to your front door, sighing heavily and hoping that Johnny hadn’t drank the last of the scotch. That shit had your name on it tonight.
You set down your keys and took off your coat moving to hang it up when you heard noises coming from the living room. You inched closer to the doorway, leaning in just enough to peek around the corner.
“*Fuckin’ ‘ell, Johnny.” You heard Ghost groan, his arm thrown over the back of the couch. You couldn’t see Johnny anywhere, but that’s when you heard it. The sloppy, wet noises, harsh pants from both Ghost and Johnny on his knees between Ghost’s legs.
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