Episode Forty-Eight: The Earwig Affair
Nikolai stood outside of Georg Westermark’s apartment door. He took a deep breath before he knocked. He heard rustling on the other side of the door before it opened. The broad, Swedish agent stood with one stray curl out of his perfect, strawberry blond hair. “Kuryakin,” he said.
Nikolai took a moment out to appreciate Georg in his civvies – a pair of comfortable-looking green plaid pyjama bottoms and a black tank top. He suddenly felt overdressed in his suit, but he knew he couldn’t go to A.B.E.L. wearing anything less. He replied, “Hello.”
Georg grinned, clearly amused that Nikolai took the time to check him out, and replied, “What can I do for you?”
“I hoped we could chat,” Nikolai replied, trying to peer into Georg’s apartment.
“Sure,” Georg said, opening the door wider. “Take a seat, but I’ll be a minute.”
As soon as Nikolai stepped into a room, a German Shepherd dove his nose into Nikolai’s groin. Georg pulled the dog away by his collar, his voice in a scolding tone as he said, “Salomon.”
Nikolai headed towards Georg’s black, leather sofa, but he spotted an upside down jar on the hardwood floor with a piece of paper next to it. With Nikolai off limits, Salomon charged towards the glass again. Georg grabbed his collar, and the dog whined as he continued to try to reach the jar. Nikolai moved beside Georg and said, “Can I give you a hand?”
“Would you hold onto him?” Georg asked.
Nikolai grabbed Salomon’s collar, feeling the weight of the dog trying to escape him. Salomon’s big brown eyes looked up at Nikolai, questioning why this new man would hold him back from the mysterious jar. He then returned to sniffing Nikolai’s groin. Georg looked up at Nikolai and said, “Sorry about that.”
With a smile, Nikolai replied, “It is something I am used to.”
Georg laughed. “You can sit down. Just don’t let him on the sofa.”
“May I ask what you are doing?”
Georg paused. “No.”
Nikolai’s brows furrowed as Georg hunched back over the jar, trying to slide the paper back underneath it. Nikolai lingered and looked over Georg’s shoulder. He saw an earwig trapped in the jar, scrambling to get on top of the paper. “So why did you name him Salomon?” Nikolai asked while he scratched behind the dog’s ears.
Salomon panted and leaned against Nikolai. Georg said, “He actually came with the name. I adopted him after he retired from the police force I used to work on back in Sweden. He used to be a bomb-sniffing dog. Should I be worried about what you’re carrying in your pants, Niko? I imagine you’re carrying quite a large package.” He looked up at Nikolai and grinned.
Nikolai raised a brow and replied, “I plead the fifth.”
Georg laughed and lifted the jar and the piece of paper. Nikolai watched as Georg walked to a sliding door, opened the door, stepped outside onto the balcony, and tossed the earwig off of it. When he stepped back inside, he locked the balcony door, chucked the piece of paper into the trash, tossed the jar into the recycling bin, and then washed his hands at the kitchen sink.
In that moment, Nikolai knew he was doing the right thing by asking Georg Westermark, the earwig hunter, out. With a smile, Nikolai pulled Salomon with him as he walked to the couch. Salomon nuzzled his head into Nikolai’s lap as the Russian continued stroking his head. He saw a variety of chip and cookie bags and six cans of carbonated beverages – a few already empty –out on the coffee table. He believed he just observed what helped maintain Georg’s delicious ass. He raised his eyes to see a film he didn’t recognize on the television.
Georg came back into the living room and dropped beside Nikolai on the couch. Georg almost slid his arm around Nikolai, but blinked, as if suddenly remembering where he was, and draped his arm behind the couch instead. “So what can I do for you, Kuryakin?”
The Russian agent was suddenly completely aware of Georg’s body. He could feel the heat radiating off of him, he saw the way his fingers absently rubbed his pyjama bottoms, and he blushed as Georg’s green eyes burrowed into him. The space between them was like a cellophane wrap that Nikolai needed to break through.
Avoiding Georg’s eyes, Nikolai said, “Forgive me if this is inappropriate, but I get the impression that you like me and I thought it would be nice to go out sometime together.”
Georg blinked. “You mean, as a couple?”
“Yes,” Nikolai replied.
Georg leaned slightly closer to Nikolai. With his voice soft, he replied, “I would really like that.”
A smile broke onto Nikolai’s face as his stomach leapt. “Really?”
Laughing, Georg’s arm slunk around Nikolai’s back. He replied, “Really.”
His other hand rested under Nikolai’s chin, pulling the Russian agent closer to him. Nikolai closed his eyes as their lips gently touched, and he rubbed Georg’s chest as the Swede began to kiss him deeper, parting his lips with his own. Between kisses, the two agents repositioned themselves on the sofa, with Nikolai spreading his legs while running his hand along Georg’s back so the Swede could hover over him.
Nikolai twisted his legs with Georg’s and arched his body upwards to grind their groins together. He could feel his cheeks burning as his clothes suddenly felt too tight. He gripped and rubbed Georg’s back. Georg slipped his tongue past Nikolai’s lips, and Nikolai flicked his tongue back eagerly. He could taste the pop on Georg’s tongue. The Swede pulled away to kiss where Nikolai’s chin and neck met, and Nikolai exhaled and throbbed. The Russian could feel Georg’s prominent erection against his own, and he rubbed harder up against him. He wanted to be fucked so badly, the request just sat on the tip of his tongue.
With one hand still keeping himself propped up, Georg untied Nikolai’s tie to kiss down the Russian’s neck. Nikolai’s toes curled as the Swedish agent kissed where Nikolai’s neck and collarbone met, his free hand rubbing Nikolai’s chest and trying to tease his nipple through his shirt. “Tell me what you want,” Georg purred, staring up at Nikolai.
Nikolai watched Georg’s eyes, but didn’t reply. He wondered what it was he did want, and Georg returned to kissing his neck. The Swede’s hand crept down Nikolai’s chest before sliding down the back of his pants. Gripping the Russian’s ass to keep their groins pressed together, Georg stared at Nikolai, his green eyes burrowing into the Russian’s blue ones.
Nikolai swallowed. “My last relationship was all about sex,” he said, “and I do not want this one to be the same.”
Georg pulled his hand out of Nikolai’s pants and used it to keep himself upright. Nikolai slid his groin away from Georg’s. “I don’t understand,” Georg said. “You don’t want sex?”
“I just—” Nikolai paused and he tried to put his words together. Georg’s brows were knit in some frustration, but he didn’t press. Nikolai continued, “I just want a solid relationship – I do not want it to be all about sex. I would like there to be sex, of course, but I want there to be more.”
Georg’s smile displayed some exasperation. “So you don’t want sex right now?”
“I am already late for work,” Nikolai replied. “Can we go out together first?” He rubbed Georg’s chest and said, “I want a relationship with you, so I would like to get to know you first.”
“We’ve worked together for years,” Georg said as he moved off of Nikolai. “But I understand. I’d like something lasting as well.”
Nikolai sat up, and Georg sat back on the couch beside him. Nikolai’s erection still ached, and he assumed by the looks of Georg’s tented pyjama pants that the Swede was in the same position. “I should have said something first,” Nikolai said. “But your kisses made me think of other things and want other things—” Nikolai cut himself off and said, “I am just relieved you want a relationship too.”
Georg smiled and kissed Nikolai’s bicep. “We’ll go for dinner soon. Maybe tomorrow? We can give Grier the shift while we go out together.”
“That would be nice,” Nikolai replied with a smile.
Rubbing Nikolai’s chest, Georg said, “How do you want to handle work? I’m going to want to touch you all the time, but are you all right with us touching? I imagine it hasn’t been easy for you since you came out.”
“Maybe after Cox comes back – if dinner is not a complete disaster, anyway. I do not want him to return to see his agents making out,” Nikolai said. Blushing, he added, “I thought if things went well we could declare our relationship to H.R. and get things settled, so we can be publically together.”
“That sounds wonderful,” Georg replied, kissing Nikolai’s neck again.
“I apologize if this is all too forward,” Nikolai said. “I thought a lot about whether or not to go through this and I fear I planned everything out.”
“It’s fine,” Georg said. “I work at A.B.E.L. too. I know it’s not going to be easy. And I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it with you before. You’re not going to scare me away that easy, Kuryakin. I’ve faced far scarier things than commitment.”
Nikolai smiled and nuzzled Georg. “I am truly happy to hear that,” he replied.
They exchanged a soft kiss. Nikolai stood up and smoothed out his suit, frowning at his erection. Georg said, “Do you want to use the bathroom and,” he cleared his throat, “fix your tie?”
“Yes,” Nikolai replied, his cheeks burning again. “Thank you.”
Georg grabbed Nikolai’s ass, pulling the Russian towards him. He said, “I just thought you’d be interested in knowing that I make a lot of noise during sex.” He pressed his body against Nikolai’s as he stood up. He leaned close to Nikolai’s ear and murmured, “I hope you’ll keep me groaning, ‘Fuck me, fuck me,’ when the time comes.” He nibbled Nikolai’s ear before stepping away from him. Nikolai could barely contain himself. He wanted to shove Georg back onto the sofa and fuck him senseless, but Georg smiled and said, “I thought that might help you solve your problem faster.” And he winked.
Nikolai’s voice cracked as he laughed, and Georg pointed out the bathroom to him. The Russian hurried in and locked the door behind him. Noises flowed in from the other room as Georg unpaused his film. Nikolai exhaled and undid his trousers. He spotted some lube on the bathroom counter amongst various hair products, impressed that everything seemed organized on the counter. He squeezed a small portion of the lubricant onto his palm and he hoped Georg wouldn’t mind as he put it back.
He then closed his eyes as he began to stroke himself. He kept his pace fairly slow while he returned to the fresh memory of him and Georg grinding up against each other on the couch. He thought of Georg’s stiff cock against him, noting how large and thick it felt in his memory. He moved his hand faster at the base of his cock as he recalled the Swede’s voice against his ear. He could hear him moaning, “Fuck me, fuck me,” again.
Gritting his teeth, he jerked himself off harder. He began to spill across his own fingertips as he thought of Georg saying, “Tell me what you want again.”
And he’d tell Georg he wanted to be fucked so hard he wouldn’t be able to sit in his office chair for a week. Georg would flip him over on the couch and slap his ass. Nikolai bucked into his own hand as he thought of the Swede fingering his ass with one finger – then two – then three, all while Nikolai begged for more. Biting his bottom lip, Nikolai tried to keep from coming as he thought of the head of Georg’s cock pressing against his asshole. Swallowing a groan, he came as he thought of Georg finally slamming into him.
Panting, Nikolai wiped his semen off the toilet seat with a piece of toilet paper and then flushed it. He put himself away, washed his hands, and then quickly tied his tie before smoothing out his hair. He walked back into Georg’s living room, feeling exhausted. He considered calling in sick before he remembered Cox was in New York.
Georg stood up and approached Nikolai, and the Russian couldn’t help but notice that his erection had vanished. “I’ll see you later then?” Georg asked.
Nikolai nodded. He cupped Georg’s cheeks and pecked his lips. Georg gave him a tight hug, and Nikolai felt less limp in his arms. “Thank you,” Nikolai murmured while he nuzzled Georg, “for understanding and letting me use your bathroom and, just, everything.”
Grinning, Georg said, “Well, you are very welcome. I’m glad you’ve noticed I’m quite great.”
The two parted, and they exchanged a quick goodbye as Nikolai left Georg’s apartment. And the whole way down Georg’s stairwell, Nikolai couldn’t stop smiling.