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The bottle of whiskey appeared from Nik's bag barely ten minutes later, and they passed it back and forth as they played a few hands of rummy to keep their hands occupied as they talked. Nik watched John thoughtfully, admiring his bright eyes against the austere backdrop of the drab walls behind him. The soft, almost shy, smiles he kept seeing made a heat stir deep in his groin, aided by the slow burn of the whiskey pooling in his gut. 

John watched Nik's hands, his lips, the alcohol lowering his inhibitions; he was paying close attention to all the parts he wanted on his body but couldn't find the words to request. So many years, so much longing, but always an obstacle in their way; a mission, distance, time.

As the level of the whiskey dropped lower and their intoxication level rose higher, the conversation drifting in between laughter, John's body relaxed, the sternness in his face softened until he looked five years younger. He studied Nik over his cards, clearly wanting something but unsure how to start. His tongue flicked out over his lower lip, his boots spread over the floor, and he rubbed irritably at his face; uncomfortable, restless.

After throwing yet another game, John rolled to his feet and lit up a cigarette by the window, watching the quiet street below. It was off season, which meant colder temperatures and no tourists. The cobblestones below were starting to spot with rain where the skies were making good on their promise of a downpour. The peace was nice; it gave them room to breathe, to nurse the smouldering embers between them. 

Something had shifted in the last few months. John’s body language had changed, he was more bashful, his gaze lingering when he thought Nik wasn't looking. The embers of something had existed between them for many years, but neither of them had been confident enough to fan them into flames. Too little time, too much distance, and yet, in the familiar lull between steps of an op, it felt oddly… right for those stolen glances to finally come to a head. Nik watched the curls of grey smoke disappear into the navy of the sky and decided to feel out whether his friend would consider, after so many years, becoming his lover. 

Nik joined John in the window, studying the blue eyes that turned up to hold his gaze, searching for hesitation or permission, before dropping to his lips. There was a static between them; an electric tension that sent goosebumps over their skin, made their fingers twitch and a shiver of anticipation glided down their spines. John stubbed out the cigarette against the remains of a broken terracotta pot, and felt his heart skip a beat as Nik's big hands slid around his waist to draw their bodies together. 

John didn't resist despite the quiver in his shoulders, but settled his hands on Nik's chest to ground himself, his eyes lidded. There were no words. Nik couldn't think of any that were appropriate and John was too focused on Nik's lips to utter any. They had spent years following silent signals, learning how the other moved; they were in sync without the need to speak.

As John’s mouth drew close, his breath carried the faint sweetness of honey and dried fruit beneath the sharper scent of cheap tobacco; familiar, comforting. Nik felt the solid body in his arms relax into him, willing and eager, John's hips pressing to his. As their lips met there was a flicker of spice in the first touch, cinnamon, a little pepper, and Nik licked into John’s mouth with a soft sigh of relief. A slow bloom of dark oak and soft vanilla, as if the kiss itself had been aged in  barrels until it reached perfect maturity, washed over his tongue. The backdrop may be dire, but his first kiss with John Price tasted exactly as he had expected.

John's palms slid down Nik's chest and over his waist, clutching him close, and Nik settled his hand on the buckle of John's belt, questioning.  Nik had no time for observing any artificial expectations; if he could touch John now, he would snap up the opportunity. The kiss had been hungry, their bodies hot under roaming hands, all Nik needed was a nod.

“Christ, Nik…”

“Do you want it?”

“More ‘an oxygen, but I ain't a slag.”

“I think fifteen years is enough of a warm up.”

John chuckled and Nik kissed him again. It was one of his favourite sounds, that laugh; at the bars they visited after ops, down the Comms between orders, over cards while they drank with the rest of the 141.  Only rivalled now by the soft noises of longing John made as Nik pulled his belt from the loops of his jeans.

Price leaned back, dragging his lips over the rough stubble on Nik's jaw. “Fuck, what if the others–?”

“As you said, they have the building locked down. We are not needed.” Nik sucked a kiss beneath John's ear as he plucked open John's fly and cupped his cock over the top of his boxers, biting his lower lip as John filled his palm with the swell of his arousal. “We can stop if you are unsure.”

“Yeah… oh, bloody… Nik, fuck…” John rocked his hips, and Nik muffled his moan with another deep kiss, tongues curling together as Nik turned them towards the bed, unsteady feet tugging them backwards even as John tried to fumble with Nik's belt. Nik reached to hook his gloves at the wrist and tug, intending to help John along with their clothes, but John pulled away to still his hands.

“Naw, Nik, leave ‘em on…” John's voice was sticky, a low rumble gathered in the back of his throat.  

“I see,” Nik replied, smoothing the flats of his palms down the curve of John's back to the waistband of his jeans. “Can I ask why?”

“You can ask.” John offered a crooked little smile, pleased with his little bit of word play, and then he reached behind him to take one of Nik's paws. He brought it to his face, his beard rasping over the supple leather with a soft sigh. “They make me feel… uh, hot. Watch you in those slutty fingerless f‘ings all the time, but these… dunno, maybe ‘m cracked in the head, but the f’ought of ‘em holdin’ me down while ya…” John trailed off, his ears flushing.

As he studied the bashful look on John's face, Nik understood. The gloves were a symbol of authority and criminality. Just like in the old mafia movies John liked to watch, the books he read. John liked the thought of them touching him, impersonal and yet intimate as they caressed his skin. There was a vulnerability to being handled by a gloved touch that John didn't experience in any other part of his life; a kind of forbidden lust that he shouldn't want, but yearned for anyway. Nik slid his hands down John's back and under the waistband of his trousers, an eyebrow lifting at an unexpected discovery; there was no more material over his rear. “Really, John?”

John grunted. “Like the support. You expect old man briefs?” 

“I am not complaining.” Nik slid his fingers over the elastic at the top to the two slanting straps beneath the curves of John's arse. He stroked beneath them, teasing sensitive skin, until he was cupping a cheek in each palm, the straps of John's old-fashioned jock strap stretched over the top of his fingers as he squeezed indulgently. John’s cock pushed through the open button of his fly, a damp spot turning the white fabric a little see through as his excitement built. He kissed down Nik's jaw, hips tilting as Nik's forefinger stroked slowly over the tender skin of his cleft, coaxing John to spread his legs a little. 

Nik took John's lips again, arching him back, keeping him a little off balance so he had no choice but to let Nik's caress pass over the tight furl of his hole, his other hand kneading a full arse cheek. Even through the leather, Nik felt John flutter, sensitive, as Nik teased the rim with the lightest touch. 

“Oh, fuck–” John panted, lifting further onto his toes, trying to maintain some control as his cock throbbed desperately. The pooling heat in his groin built, his body pulsing with arousal at the feel of supple, unyielding leather passing over his hole. 

“Ya tak khochu tebya,” Nik murmured, dragging his teeth through the bristles on John's jaw. “I want to feel you cum on my cock.” 

“Yeah, Nik… yeah… mm, Christ…” John’s fingers fisted in Nik's shirt as his sensitive cock dragged against the coarser terrain of Nik’s fly, so desperate for friction even as his hole begged to be fingered properly, twitching under Nik's caresses. John hadn't been fucked in… longer than he cared to admit, and the thought of sinking down onto the beast currently trapped inside Nik's jeans, Nik's gloves hands spreading his arse cheeks, made his knees weak. 

Nik lifted his head and searched for any hesitation in John's eyes; the sternness had softened with arousal and want, his pupils blown wide. Nik's fingers slid further between his thighs, teasing the edge of the fabric against John's taint. The jock kept everything nicely out of the way, snug and secure, leaving his hole perfectly vulnerable. “Do you wear this in hopes of being bent over and fucked, John? Do you want a man stronger than you to push your legs open and sink his cock in as you beg for it?” 

“You got a warped head, Nikolai,” John rasped, but his hips rolled, grinding his erection against Nik's bulge as he licked into his mouth, sucking on his tongue, his lips, providing Nik with all the answer he needed. 

The backs of Nik's knees hit the foot of the bed and John finally managed to get Nik's belt undone with shaking fingers. It clattered noisily to the floor, but he was soon preoccupied with clinging onto Nik's arms for balance as Nik shoved his waistband down and pulled him onto the bed. 

It wasn't the most elegant of maneuvers, but John managed to squirm out of his trousers, kicking his boots off to leave them in a tangled pile of denim on the floor. The old bed springs creaked under their weight as Nik tugged John behind the knees until he straddled his hips. He wasted no time in pulling John's shirt off, beanie lost inside it, leaving his hair ruffled and fluffy. He stroked John's jaw, coarse beard rasping over the scratched leather of his glove, and then the plush of his full lips, before slipping a single finger into his mouth. John sucked with a low moan, tongue swirling around the bitter taste of leather, blue eyes rolling, and Nik growled through clenched teeth, hips bucking up a little.

“Pizdet, you are beautiful,” Nik whispered, splayed fingers running over the swell of John's cock trapped behind the soft fabric of his underwear, to the slight rolls of plush in his belly, and finally his full chest. He pulled his finger from John's mouth to run it down his throat to his collarbone, just about feeling the throb of John's pulse.

John moaned wantonly, arching into the feel of the leather on his skin, open-mouthed as Nik's thumbs toyed over his nipples. John was naked but for his jock strap, and he'd only just managed to wrestle Nik's belt off. The contrast was making him hotter, the coarse rasp of Nik's denim on the inside of his thighs felt divine, the metal teeth of Nik's jacket zipper against his belly and chest sent shivers of pleasure down his back as he leaned down to kiss that pleased little smirk off Nik's face. 

Nik popped his fly and squirmed a little out of his jeans, guiding John's hips back to press their clothed cocks together. As they kissed, John ground slowly against the hard curve of Nik's bulge, moaning at the heat, the size, spreading his knees wide to drag the clothed shaft of Nik's cock beneath his balls to his taint. His arse flexed in Nik's palms, leather-clad fingertips brushing the soft skin of his inner cleft. John arched, his eyes lidded, his entire body quivering as he slowly rutted against Nik's body. It wasn't enough. He needed more. “Nik, you got any lube, johnnies?”

“Da,” Nik murmured, gazing up at John like he was the second coming, his lower lip between his teeth. He didn't want to look away, to waste the sight of John's ruffled hair and bedroom eyes in the dim light.

“Nik?” John prompted, a crooked smile sloping across his chapped lips, kissed red. 

“Da, da…” Nik leaned over to grab his bag from where he'd stuffed it by the side of the bed. He yanked a half full tube of Durex and a line of three condoms from the side pocket, and placed them on his chest for John's inspection. John grabbed the foil packets and tore one off with his teeth as Nik bucked his hips up a little to shove his boxers down his thighs to free his aching cock. 

“Damn, Nik… s’quite somethin’.” 

 Nik gripped the base and John watched the thick length of it quiver, his mouth watering. Nik smirked. “Want it?”

Nik leaned back on his elbows and rocked his hips up, head falling back with a longing moan, relishing the feel of John's palm and strong fingers, the calluses scraping a little at the underside of his shaft. He had fantasised about those hands for years, their strength, their rugged crookedness, broken and re-broken by war. They looked perfect around his cock. Exactly where they belonged. “John…”

“Fuck yeah." John watched with rapt awe as Nik's gloved hand pumped slowly from tip to base, drawing the foreskin back over a ruddy head, precum beading at the slit.  “Yer gorgeous,” John breathed, closing his fist around Nik's girth when his hand lifted away. Velvet soft around rigid steel, John marvelled at the topography of thick veins, the flare of his crown, the way Nik was just as thick all the way down to the base, and his insides clenched in anticipation. 

John reached the short line of condoms and tugged one free, foil between his teeth, the sharp smell of it soon fading beneath the heady musk of arousal and sweat as he rolled it down Nik's length, stroking the backs of his fingers over the swell of Nik's balls as he drew his hands away. 

Nik watched John with wide, dark eyes, his cock twitching up towards his belly with every throb of desperate arousal; he wanted nothing more than to fill John to the brim, but that could wait for next time. When he had John all to himself for good. John warmed the lube in his palm before smearing it down Nik's cock in a slow, easy glide, twisting his fist on the up stroke, a low groan punching from Nik's chest. “Pizdet, John… ”

John wetted his fingers a second time and reached behind himself, slick fingers circling the soft hair and wrinkled skin of his hole as tenderly as he could despite his impatience. The first finger felt like a lot, which was worrying considering the amount he was about to sit on. “Lemme just…’

“Mm, that is so hot. Are you preparing yourself for me, John? Slicking your little hole…” 

John’s smirk was faint, his eyes lidding a little as electric sparks of pleasure crackled through his hips. It was all about muscle memory. He hadn't taken a cock in a while, but as he slid a second finger inside, John’s body only tightened briefly before relaxing open. Nik pressed a palm against his bulge, and John groaned, rocking his hips between twin points of acute pleasure. 

He pressed his walls open gently, coaxing, introducing a little more lube, his body sucking easily as he withdrew in slow thrusts. With Nik's hand on his cock, John reckoned he could probably finger himself to an orgasm, but there was a bigger prize to claim. The broad chest of the Russian beneath him rose and fell, his fat cock curved up but heavy under its own weight, strong hands cradling John's body with a calm certainty. John leaned forward, sliding his hands up Nik's plush belly beneath his shirt as he lined his hips up.

Nik's broad cockhead settled against John's slick hole, relaxed muscle spreading a little to suck on the very tip as John rocked down just a fraction. Nik slid his gloves hands up John's thighs, his thumbs pressing into the grooves of his hips in a wide circle. He let John sit there, teetering on the brink, admiring the way his tits rose and fell with deep breaths, his eyes barely open as he relaxed his body into Nik's hands, each slow rock sucking Nik's head a little deeper, a mere tease. John wanted to be claimed, made to take. Nik drew John down his cock in a long easy slide, his breathy sigh fading into an appreciative groan as John's walls seized around him.

John bowed in an involuntary arch, a low, luxurious moan rattling free from his throat as each successive inch pressed inside him, a seemingly endless length of heat and pleasure. Nik's wiry pubic hair brushed the underside of his arse, his own cock and balls still cradled inside his underwear as Nik finally hilted. John blinked at the ceiling, his back taut, immobilised by the throbbing heat pressing up towards his guts. 

Nik ran his hands up John's quivering belly, the dark curls of his body hair disappearing against the black leather of his gloves. John's tits filled his palms as he squeezed them, muscle hard with arousal, pink nipples peaked in two fine points. “Hng, Nik…” John whimpered. 

“Is this what you wanted, solnyshko? Naked for me, fucking yourself down on my cock… hmm, da…” Nik swept his hands back down John's ribs to take his hips, spreading his knees so that John could grind down against his groin. John rolled his hips up and down in a slow glide, Nik's smooth, throbbing shaft gliding inside John, sending a ripple of warmth up his body, a wavering gasp struggling free as Nik ground back in.

The second thrust was no less intense than the first, pressing John open, moulding John's body around every vein, every thick inch, and then came a third. By the fourth, they found a rhythm, hips grinding together, slowly at first, and then faster as John's body eased, welcoming Nik in deeper. John had never had a cock that satisfied him so quickly, his entire body hummed with pleasure, and he tucked his hands behind his head to abandon himself to the feel of it dragging inside him. 

Nik watched John unspool above him, hypnotised by the graceful roll of John's body, how it clutched around him, the wet slurp of his cock withdrawing from John’s loose, slick hole completely obscene beneath their pants and moans. The way John's Adams apple bobbed in his throat, the untidy scruff of his beard and the dark body hair beautifully masculine, muscles flexing through sweat-sheened skin. 

Their hips moved in steady unison; sweet and slick, Nik's endless perfect girth with its wicked curve made for pleasure pumping deep, relentless. John leaned back, arching to angle his hips so that Nik was sliding over his prostate with each grind. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, yeah, Nik, c’mon, ah, ah, oh…”

The bed springs creaked under the pressure of their moving bodies, Nik's hands kneading John's arse, pressing his cheeks together as his cock withdrew and then spreading them wide as he speared up, circling his hips and forcing a desperate noise from John's chest. The moment Nik realised John was going to come from being fucked, his prick still caged inside his jock strap, set a fire in the back of his mind. His balls pulled tight as the mere thought of it, of John coming undone on his cock, of finding so much pleasure in spreading his legs, nearly unravelled him completely. 

John shuddered, his orgasm tightening his body around Nik's girth, a deep-seated, pulsing intensity that started as a liquid heat in his hips, spilling out into his body like magma down a mountainside, searing and destructive. He didn't touch himself, his hands tightening around Nik's forearms as he let the aftershocks rattle through him, blotching grey behind his eyelids as each wave lapped down his limbs. “Uh, uh, Nik…”

He slumped forward as his muscles melted in surrender, the buttons and zipper of Nik's jacket cold against his sweat-sticky skin, and Nik pushed his heels into the bed to thrust up into him, taking the reins seamlessly. John sucked at the hinge of Nik's jaw, too open-mouthed to be a kiss, the lurid squelch of Nik's pumping cock an echo of the wet slap of their hips. 

John's cock ground between their bellies, balls cushioned against the plush of Nik's stomach. He spread his knees as wide as they would go, pressing his arse back, greedy for each hard thrust, for Nik's leather-clad hands spread his arse cheeks. His spent cock was oversensitive in the damp cradle of his jock, his eyes rolling back in his head, mouth hanging open as Nik chased his high, the sordid pleasure of having his hole used making his toes curl in the warmth of the sleeping bag beneath them. 

Nik’s hips stuttered, his last few thrusts erratic as his cock throbbed through the first few waves of his peak. He pulled John's hips down, making sure every inch was buried inside the right, delicious heat of John's body as he spent into the condom. John nuzzled his jaw and Nik tilted his head for a kiss, hand pressed to the small of John's back before sliding down his arse, fingers spreading either side of his shaft where it stretched open John's hole. Nik gripped the base of the condom as John eased off, but wasted no time in fingering his gaping hole once it was empty, biting his lower lip as John groaned. “Easy, love… sore.”

“You were a little tight, but not anymore, hm?” Nik murmured, still stroking tender flesh, wishing he could feel his cum leaking out down John's thighs. When he dipped a fingertip inside, leather cool against flushed skin, John's body tightened weakly, and Nik felt a not insignificant amount of pride. 

“Ya bloody dog,” Price replied, amused.

“Da, but you enjoyed it.”

“God, yeah… best dick I've ever ‘ad.” John slumped to the side, lost in his afterglow, and Nik used the opportunity to sit up and shrug out of his clothes. Nik pulled the condom off with a wet snap and tied the end, chucking it into the nearby ashtray before folding back into the bed. John was already dozing, goosebumps erupting over his skin as he cooled. The rain had started to come down hard and Nik let his kind drift, rousing only to ease John's jock strap off to throw it to the floor with the rest of their clothes, and tug the sleeping bags over them.