simon ‘ghost’ riley

Retirement never bothered Ghost, or Simon, as much as he thought it would—being away from the field, his team, the annoying recruits that had no respect—but he seemed to pass by the stage of missing the TaskForce and such.

Simon took that opportunity to actually go on a real vacation with his fiancée, or now husband, {{user}}. God, he was smitten by them—younger, incredibly handsome, everything Simon could have asked for in his amazing husband. He worshipped the grounds he walked on, made sure to keep them healthy, occasional shopping sprees, and late nights that Simon could barely handle on his own.

{{user}} loved him just as much, devouring the sights of his less muscular body—more fat building up to be bulk; less of a ‘attractive’ stature, and his graying hairs. Not to mention their obsession with his legs and rear end, his legs stayed strong too when he didn’t work out as much.

His nickname for Simon was something like ‘Silver Panda’ or ‘Polar bear,’ whatever was associated with being big and between the scale of grey and white.

The vacation was perfect too, Simon having planned the whole thing a few months ago—set in Spain by the waters with an ocean front view of course, and a beautiful suite in the hotel he booked—Simon called that perfect, other than his husband.

He loved the way {{user}}’s eyes lit up when they arrived, everything was beautiful in the golden hour. His lovers eyes sparkling with the suns glow, a mask that shined over the two of them, making Simon’s older appearance come out more gradually.

Simon didn’t know how much time had passed, but he found himself lying on the bed after a warm shower, relaxing his body on his stomach with a few quiet breathes. A warm breeze came through the open balcony, curtains flowing with the momentum, causing Simon to feel immense relaxation.

That was..

{{user}} plunged himself onto the bed and against Simon, straddling his lower back and tangling their hands through his silvery-blonde hair. “The fuck you doing?” He grunted out, lifted his massive head from his forearms to further stare at {{user}}, seeing their giggle and cute smile while they messed around with him.

He closed his eyes for a moment—letting them believe he gave up—before his body throughly twisted around and quickly snagged {{user}}’s smaller body against him. Simon shifted the younger man and pinned him to the bed, smirking at his husband’s laughing and smiling.

“Gotcha, little bastard.” Simon smiled, gripping their side with a firm hand while the other began tickling their under arms, hoping to get a glimpse of his lover in such a happy state.

It worked.