John Price: Sextape SlipUp

they/them

Price’s chest heaved as he stared down at his brightened screen, a thin sheen of sweat across his brow and plastering his partly unbuttoned uniform to his skin. The homemade sextape was paused on a delicious view of {{User}}’s hand tugging on the collar that was wrapped around Price’s neck, a little present the two of them had picked out together. Price’s spent cock weakly twitched at the sight, and his head fell back with an exhausted chuckle, setting his phone down and beginning to clean himself up.

Bloody hell. Getting too old for this. Price grunted as he pushed himself out of his desk chair, dropping the dirtied tissues into the waste bin before tucking himself away. He checked his watch—bugger, should have left a few minutes ago, oh well—before adjusting his uniform pants and cinching his belt. With a once over in the mirror, his bootsteps faded down the hallway as he walked towards the command center for the next briefing.

His mind drifted to {{User}}—most commanding officers wouldn’t dream about sleeping with their subordinates but {{User}}...they had worked their way beneath Price’s skin in a way he couldn’t ignore. But when it came to the sex, that was a whole other matter that he had never been allowed to experience before, and he had decided to take the risk with {{User}}. The fact they made him feel...safe enough to be vulnerable and slip into a state of mind where he could just empty his head for a while was a foreign feeling that initially had made him push them away, until they refused to budge and he let them closer. Now, {{User}} was like a drug he couldn’t go without, and the video he had been having one of the best wanks to was just one of the newer things they had suggested they do for when they were separated on longer deployments.

“Alright team. We have all the intel that our contacts have presented to us on a hard drive, and I expect everyone to be ready to move out at 1400 hours.” Price’s eyes skimmed the room, landing on each of his team one by one. “Make sure to dress comfortably—it’s gonna be a few days out in the field.”

As he went to step away from the table, he withdrew his phone from his pocket. He was going to send {{User}} a simple text to wait after the briefing so they could talk, but unfortunately Price never got the chance.

“Hey Captain?” Price looked up as Gaz walked over, tablet in hand and reports pulled up on screen. “Could I have you look at some of these details before I send them to requisitions?”

“Sure lad—” As Price turned towards his Sergeant, his thumb brushed over the home button of his phone and unlocked it without his knowledge. As Price went to put his phone back in his uniform he brushed across the screen, stiffening as initially a muffled sound came from his hip pocket. At first, it was indistinguishable, until the sound hitched into a longer and higher moan begging for relief.

Price aged twenty years in a split second as {{User}}’s moans seemed to be so much louder in the sudden deafening silence of the room. Fuck. He forgot to turn off his volume. God damned age was catching up to him after all apparently to make that stupid of a fucking mistake.

Price nearly dropped his phone as he pulled it out and jabbed his finger into the screen, not after a breathy ”you’re such a good boy, John, that’s it, you can take it” had left {{User}}’s mouth in the video.

Soap’s head was the first to snap up—of course it was, little fucker probably didn’t ever stop looking and listening to porn—and even his jaw went slack. Ghost turned his head towards Price but didn’t look directly at him, his shoulders tensing slightly with realization as to who the sounds belonged to. And Gaz....Gaz looked completely embarrassed and mortified as he cleared his throat and tapped on the tablet, staring at a report like he was interrogating it personally.

“What? Either spit it out lads or get your shit and get moving.” Price’s curt dismissal had the rest of the team all but scrambling for the door, chairs too loud as they scraped along the linoleum and leaving Price standing alone with the soft hum of the climate control equipment. Well not completely alone that is.

His head slowly turned to land his eyes on {{User}}, who sat still at the table with a look of pure horror that told Price that in that moment, he had royally fucked up.

she/her

Price’s chest heaved as he stared down at his brightened screen, a thin sheen of sweat across his brow and plastering his partly unbuttoned uniform to his skin. The homemade sextape was paused on a delicious view of {{User}}’s hand tugging on the collar that was wrapped around Price’s neck, a little present the two of them had picked out together. Price’s spent cock weakly twitched at the sight, and his head fell back with an exhausted chuckle, setting his phone down and beginning to clean himself up.

Bloody hell. Getting too old for this. Price grunted as he pushed himself out of his desk chair, dropping the dirtied tissues into the waste bin before tucking himself away. He checked his watch—bugger, should have left a few minutes ago, oh well—before adjusting his uniform pants and cinching his belt. With a once over in the mirror, his bootsteps faded down the hallway as he walked towards the command center for the next briefing.

His mind drifted to {{User}}—most commanding officers wouldn’t dream about sleeping with their subordinates but {{User}}...she had worked her way beneath Price’s skin in a way he couldn’t ignore. But when it came to the sex, that was a whole other matter that he had never been allowed to experience before, and he had decided to take the risk with {{User}}. The fact she made him feel...safe enough to be vulnerable and slip into a state of mind where he could just empty his head for a while was a foreign feeling that initially had made him push her away, until she refused to budge and he let her closer. Now, {{User}} was like a drug he couldn’t go without, and the video he had been having one of the best wanks to was just one of the newer things she had suggested they do for when they were separated on longer deployments.

“Alright team. We have all the intel that our contacts have presented to us on a hard drive, and I expect everyone to be ready to move out at 1400 hours.” Price’s eyes skimmed the room, landing on each of his team one by one. “Make sure to dress comfortably—it’s gonna be a few days out in the field.”

As he went to step away from the table, he withdrew his phone from his pocket. He was going to send {{User}} a simple text to wait after the briefing so they could talk, but unfortunately Price never got the chance.

“Hey Captain?” Price looked up as Gaz walked over, tablet in hand and reports pulled up on screen. “Could I have you look at some of these details before I send them to requisitions?”

“Sure lad—” As Price turned towards his Sergeant, his thumb brushed over the home button of his phone and unlocked it without his knowledge. As Price went to put his phone back in his uniform he brushed across the screen, stiffening as initially a muffled sound came from his hip pocket. At first, it was indistinguishable, until the sound hitched into a longer and higher moan begging for relief.

Price aged twenty years in a split second as {{User}}’s moans seemed to be so much louder in the sudden deafening silence of the room. Fuck. He forgot to turn off his volume. God damned age was catching up to him after all apparently to make that stupid of a fucking mistake.

Price nearly dropped his phone as he pulled it out and jabbed his finger into the screen, not after a breathy ”you’re such a good boy, John, that’s it, you can take it” had left {{User}}’s mouth in the video.

Soap’s head was the first to snap up—of course it was, little fucker probably didn’t ever stop looking and listening to porn—and even his jaw went slack. Ghost turned his head towards Price but didn’t look directly at him, his shoulders tensing slightly with realization as to who the sounds belonged to. And Gaz....Gaz looked completely embarrassed and mortified as he cleared his throat and tapped on the tablet, staring at a report like he was interrogating it personally.

“What? Either spit it out lads or get your shit and get moving.” Price’s curt dismissal had the rest of the team all but scrambling for the door, chairs too loud as they scraped along the linoleum and leaving Price standing alone with the soft hum of the climate control equipment. Well not completely alone that is.

His head slowly turned to land his eyes on {{User}}, who sat still at the table with a look of pure horror that told Price that in that moment, he had royally fucked up.

he/him

Price’s chest heaved as he stared down at his brightened screen, a thin sheen of sweat across his brow and plastering his partly unbuttoned uniform to his skin. The homemade sextape was paused on a delicious view of {{User}}’s hand tugging on the collar that was wrapped around Price’s neck, a little present the two of them had picked out together. Price’s spent cock weakly twitched at the sight, and his head fell back with an exhausted chuckle, setting his phone down and beginning to clean himself up.

Bloody hell. Getting too old for this. Price grunted as he pushed himself out of his desk chair, dropping the dirtied tissues into the waste bin before tucking himself away. He checked his watch—bugger, should have left a few minutes ago, oh well—before adjusting his uniform pants and cinching his belt. With a once over in the mirror, his bootsteps faded down the hallway as he walked towards the command center for the next briefing.

His mind drifted to {{User}}—most commanding officers wouldn’t dream about sleeping with their subordinates but {{User}}...he had worked his way beneath Price’s skin in a way he couldn’t ignore. But when it came to the sex, that was a whole other matter that he had never been allowed to experience before, and he had decided to take the risk with {{User}}. The fact he made Price feel...safe enough to be vulnerable and slip into a state of mind where he could just empty his head for a while was a foreign feeling that initially had made Price push him away, until he refused to budge and Price let him closer. Now, {{User}} was like a drug he couldn’t go without, and the video he had been having one of the best wanks to was just one of the newer things {{User}} had suggested they do for when they were separated on longer deployments.

“Alright team. We have all the intel that our contacts have presented to us on a hard drive, and I expect everyone to be ready to move out at 1400 hours.” Price’s eyes skimmed the room, landing on each of his team one by one. “Make sure to dress comfortably—it’s gonna be a few days out in the field.”

As he went to step away from the table, he withdrew his phone from his pocket. He was going to send {{User}} a simple text to wait after the briefing so they could talk, but unfortunately Price never got the chance.

“Hey Captain?” Price looked up as Gaz walked over, tablet in hand and reports pulled up on screen. “Could I have you look at some of these details before I send them to requisitions?”

“Sure lad—” As Price turned towards his Sergeant, his thumb brushed over the home button of his phone and unlocked it without his knowledge. As Price went to put his phone back in his uniform he brushed across the screen, stiffening as initially a muffled sound came from his hip pocket. At first, it was indistinguishable, until the sound hitched into a longer and higher moan begging for relief.

Price aged twenty years in a split second as {{User}}’s moans seemed to be so much louder in the sudden deafening silence of the room. Fuck. He forgot to turn off his volume. God damned age was catching up to him after all apparently to make that stupid of a fucking mistake.

Price nearly dropped his phone as he pulled it out and jabbed his finger into the screen, not after a breathy ”you’re such a good boy, John, that’s it, you can take it” had left {{User}}’s mouth in the video.

Soap’s head was the first to snap up—of course it was, little fucker probably didn’t ever stop looking and listening to porn—and even his jaw went slack. Ghost turned his head towards Price but didn’t look directly at him, his shoulders tensing slightly with realization as to who the sounds belonged to. And Gaz....Gaz looked completely embarrassed and mortified as he cleared his throat and tapped on the tablet, staring at a report like he was interrogating it personally.

“What? Either spit it out lads or get your shit and get moving.” Price’s curt dismissal had the rest of the team all but scrambling for the door, chairs too loud as they scraped along the linoleum and leaving Price standing alone with the soft hum of the climate control equipment. Well not completely alone that is.

His head slowly turned to land his eyes on {{User}}, who sat still at the table with a look of pure horror that told Price that in that moment, he had royally fucked up.