Episode Thirty-Nine: The Boring Russian Affair

Nikolai’s thoughts shot back and forth the next couple of weeks. He struggled between wanting time to slow down, like when he read with Guy on the couch or cuddled with him in bed, and wanting time to speed up, like during breakfast when Guy and Jackie discussed deeper meanings of books and movies or when the pair laughed over a pop culture pun Nikolai didn’t understand.

He was jealous of both of them. He liked Jackie being his friend, and after he spied on the pair talking together at the food court, Guy and Jackie’s friendship seemed to deepen. Jackie was less repulsed by Guy’s presence, and she willingly watched movies with them. He didn’t like having to share her with someone who made her laugh and stole attention away from him.

And then there was the way Guy lit up when she and he would discuss whatever they watched. Nikolai didn’t know how these two very different people could have such similar opinions, but when Guy struggled to form his words, Jackie could finish his thoughts with a laugh and a smile. And Guy just lit up. Nikolai would be sprawled out in his lap, with Guy absently stroking Nikolai’s hair, and Guy wouldn’t be able to take his brown eyes off of her, which made Nikolai feel like an inanimate accessory.

It wasn’t that he thought anything would come of it – he trusted Jackie enough – but he worried he would never be able to fill that void in Guy’s life. He tried listening and following along, but he stopped caring too quickly. There were too many words and concepts that he didn’t understand, like the appropriation of history, so he just shut down and pretended to fall asleep on Guy while hoping time would just jump forward.

He just hoped that when time stopped again, Guy would still be his. He would watch Jackie and Guy talking and see how illuminated they both were – with their faces filled with shifting expressions and their hands constantly moving – and he tried to remember if his own words had ever made Guy move that way when they didn’t have lustful intentions.

Nikolai decided he just wasn’t interesting. And he feared Guy’s new attentions towards him – the attentions that only grew stronger since the one night the assassin came in from the cold – were overcompensating for fleeting feelings.

So when Jackie announced she would be leaving to visit her parents, some selfish relief washed over Nikolai. He wanted some time alone with Guy to feel out how compatible they would be once they were alone. It felt right before, hadn’t it? He hoped it would feel right again.

He hugged himself in his Christmas sweater as Guy and he stood at the edge of the driveway by Jackie’s car. Jackie climbed in, but she rolled down the window of the car. “I’ll be back in a few days,” she said. “Don’t do something stupid without me.”

“I will not,” Nikolai said with a smile. “I cannot speak for Mr. Solo.”

“I promise not to jerk off in your bed,” Guy said.

Jackie cringed. “You’re so gross, Solo. I hope you’re dead by the time I get back. And not in my bed either.”

Nikolai leaned close to the driver’s side window and Jackie pecked his cheek. “See you later sweetie,” she said.

Nikolai stepped back from the car as Jackie pulled out of the driveway, and he waited as he watched her car fade into the distance. “Now we have the house all to ourselves,” Guy purred, rubbing Nikolai’s ass as they walked up to the house. “What would you like to do first?”

“I have yet to decide,” Nikolai stiffly replied, trying to slip out of Guy’s touch. Guy recently began moving about without his crutches, leaving his hands free to grope Nikolai constantly. Not that Nikolai minded much, but he liked to put up a fight. The Russian continued, “I would definitely like to go inside though.”

Guy pulled Nikolai against him from behind, slipping his hands into the secret agent’s front pockets. He squirmed as Guy tried to fondle Nikolai’s groin through the pocket’s thin material. Guy rose onto his tiptoes to murmur into Nikolai’s ear, “We haven’t had sex in the snow yet.”

Guy’s hot breath sent shivers through Nikolai, but still the Russian replied, “It is too cold.” And he heaved open the door to the house.

Guy stayed attached to Nikolai as he stepped into the house, and Guy kicked the door closed behind him. “Well, we really need to celebrate our solitude somehow,” Guy said, grinding himself up against Nikolai’s ass. “Are you really not in the mood?”

“Oh, I could be in the mood,” Nikolai replied with a small smile. It was hard not to be with the assassin dry humping his ass.

Guy slipped one hand up Nikolai’s sweater to let his cold fingertips tease Nikolai’s nipple while his other hand gently fondled the part of Nikolai’s shaft that he could reach through the pocket. “Could you now?” Guy purred.

“I might protest and put up a fight,” Nikolai said, trying to stay indifferent and stiff despite the delightful chills Guy sent through him. “I am not completely in the mood, you see.”

Nikolai wanted to wrestle and fight with Guy just as he did with his emotions for the assassin. He wanted to feel nibbles and pressure. He wanted to be rough without hurting either of them, because he had a feeling he would be hurt in the future.

He arched his body against Guy as the assassin pressed his thumb against Nikolai’s nipple. Guy kissed Nikolai’s ear and said, “Then I’m going to tie you down and fuck you whether you like it or not. And you’re not going to be able to do anything but groan for more.”

“Somehow I doubt that,” Nikolai replied.

Slamming his body against Guy’s, the secret agent quickly escaped the other’s grip and fled back into the bedroom, all the while pulling off his sweater and leaving it in the hallway He began opening the dresser drawers to try to find the rope, and he cursed under his breath as he realized Guy must have moved it. The assassin planned ahead.

Guy, with his own shirt removed, tackled Nikolai to the ground. Nikolai felt the carpet bite into his elbow and Guy kissed his neck. Guy sat on Nikolai’s pelvis, rubbing his ass against the blond’s stiffening cock. He held Nikolai’s hands by the wrists, pinning them against the carpet. He asked, “Mercy?”

Nikolai arched his hips upwards to grind against Guy’s ass as he considered his options. He tried to measure how much weight Guy used against him and how easy it would be to buck the assassin off of him.

“Come on, Mr. Wetsuit,” Guy said. “I know you’re just begging for it.”

Nikolai gave him a cold stare. He waited while Guy transferred both of the blond’s wrists to one hand and tightened his grip on them, so that his free hand could unbutton Nikolai’s pants. Nikolai pulled his hands quickly apart to break Guy’s grip on his wrists, and then he tried to slide out from underneath of the assassin. Guy’s grip on his pants, however, slowed his down, but Guy’s interest was on pulling off Nikolai’s pants instead of regaining control over him.

So Nikolai stood in his boxer-briefs and socks, looking down at the assassin holding onto his pants. Guy grinned at Nikolai and tossed them. “Fuck,” Guy said. “I love how you look in that underwear, especially with your cock as hard as it is.”

Nikolai rolled his eyes, and, on his knees, Guy moved closer to Nikolai. The blond folded his arms across his chest. “Where did you move the rope?” Nikolai asked.

“Like I would tell you,” Guy said. He traced his hands up the backs of Nikolai’s thighs, squeezing Nikolai’s ass before giving it a firm slap. “I need it for my own work. You understand, don’t you?”

“I understand perfectly,” Nikolai responded, narrowing his eyes.

He wouldn’t be able to keep Guy still without the rope, and he was tempted to surrender. He exhaled as Guy nuzzled his erection through his boxer-briefs, squeezing his ass again after slipping his hands beneath the underwear. He felt a hint of guilt, too, for wanting to wrestle with Guy when his ankle still wasn’t fully healed. The assassin moved slowly, and he figured Guy wouldn’t have taken the time to hide the rope if he thought he could fight Nikolai away from it.

Besides, Guy nuzzling and kissing his cock through his boxer-briefs sent pleasant shivers through him. He would probably enjoy sitting back and letting Guy do the work.

“All right,” Nikolai replied. “I surrender.”

“You would,” Guy said.

“Only because you are a weak, old man and I pity you,” Nikolai said with a huff.

“Only because you know I’m going to make you come a million times.”

“Hardly,” Nikolai replied.

Guy stood up and stretched. He asked, “Would you be up for more than one round? I’d love a sex-a-thon. I’m feeling pretty good.”

“We shall see,” Nikolai replied. “If you want another and I do not have the energy, I will certainly help you out.”

Guy shrugged. “All right. I’m not one to turn down a hand job. Now get on the bed.”

Nikolai complied. He fluffed the pillows behind him and relaxed while Guy opened and closed drawers to find the rope. Nikolai’s eyes crawled up Guy’s body, ogling the way the assassin’s ass began to hang out of his jeans. He adjusted himself as Guy turned around with a smile, the rope in his hands. “Found it,” Guy said.

Guy climbed onto the bed and straddled Nikolai’s waist as he tied Nikolai’s wrists to the headboard. Nikolai nuzzled Guy’s hairy stomach, appreciating its new weight. The assassin self-consciously pulled away when Nikolai kissed it, but he leaned down to kiss Nikolai nonetheless. Nikolai flicked his tongue against Guy’s and squirmed against the ropes.

Guy broke the kiss to kiss down Nikolai’s body. He nuzzled into Nikolai’s small tuft of chest hair before kissing one of his nipples and then the other. Nikolai arched up to grind up against Guy’s ass as the assassin swirled his tongue around one of Nikolai’s nipples while he pressed against the other with his thumb. Nikolai squirmed and ached as Guy teased him, and when the assassin pulled away, heat lingered in the blond’s cheeks.

“Someone’s getting worked up,” Guy grinned.

Nikolai frowned as Guy slid off of him. He spread the Russian’s legs and kneeled in front of him, nuzzling Nikolai’s erection through his boxer-briefs. Nikolai pulled against the headboard, yearning to stroke Guy’s salt and pepper hair. Guy squeezed Nikolai’s ass before tracing his hands up Nikolai’s chest, pressing his thumb back against his nipples while he pulled down the blond’s underwear with his teeth until his cock was fully exposed. Nikolai gasped as Guy flicked his tongue against the head of his cock, and he bit his lower lip as Guy started to suck on him, watching the secret agent’s reaction all the while. He moved his hands back down Nikolai’s body until they gripped the base of Nikolai’s erection, gently stroking him in two different directions. Nikolai’s hips bucked into Guy’s mouth, and Guy pulled away from him completely.

Squirming in the sudden chill, Nikolai waited as Guy climbed off the bed. The secret agent eagerly watched the assassin pull off his jeans, exposing a hard cock tenting his black boxers. Guy grinned at Nikolai when he caught the blond looking, and Nikolai simply gave a cool smile in return while his erection throbbed against the band of his underwear.

Guy grabbed another two lengths of rope and climbed back onto the bed. He slid off Nikolai’s underwear and tossed them aside. He tied Nikolai’s ankles to the headboard near his wrists, leaving the blond’s ass exposed and his legs out of the way. Nikolai pulled against the ropes, but excitement surged through him as he realized his movement was very limited. His cock throbbed against his stomach, and Guy ran his tongue up the length of it before pulling away again.

Stepping off the bed, Guy took off his boxers and looked through drawers again. Nikolai watched as Guy absently tugged at his own erection with one hand while he searched. The secret agent fantasized about taking Guy’s cock in his hand, pulling back the foreskin as he stroked the head of it with his thumb. He struggled against the ropes again. Guy turned around when a long, curved, purple dildo sat in his hand, and he pulled the lube out from the nightstand drawer.

“I am not entirely comfortable with this,” Nikolai said.

“That’s why you’re tied up,” Guy grinned. “I promise it’ll be fun, and you let me know if it hurts, okay?”

Nikolai frowned. “How will you enjoy it?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Guy said. “I have my plans.”

Nikolai huffed, but he accepted that protesting wouldn’t change anything. Guy climbed back onto the bed and took the dispenser of lube with him. Covering his hands with lube, he rubbed between Nikolai’s ass cheeks as he licked the line between the blond’s testicles. Nikolai took a deep breath as Guy pressed a finger into his ass while sucking one of his testicles. When the assassin began to move his finger faster and pressed it against the edges of his asshole, he ran his tongue up Nikolai’s shaft and started to suck the head of his cock.

Bucking into Guy’s mouth, Nikolai clenched his teeth. Guy pressed another finger into Nikolai’s ass, pumping them quicker as he swirled his tongue around the head of Nikolai’s erection. Nikolai squirmed against the ropes, desperate to rub Guy’s hair or back. His breaths came out shorter and quicker as Guy started to suck him harder. When Nikolai bucked into Guy’s mouth again, Guy pressed against Nikolai’s leg, trying to keep the secret agent against the bed.

Guy stopped sucking and pulled his fingers out of Nikolai as he coated the dildo in lube. Nikolai watched with skepticism as Guy pressed the wide head of the dildo against Nikolai’s ass. Guy returned to sucking Nikolai’s cock as the head of the dildo slowly made its way into his ass. Nikolai gasped as his ass tightened around it, and he squeezed his eyes shut while he waited for the pain to subside. The secret agent tried to relax his body, but he had never felt something so large penetrate him before.

The Russian tried focussing on Guy’s licks and sucks while the pain faded into pleasure. Nikolai allowed a moan to escape his lips, and he opened his eyes to see Guy watching him. The assassin pumped the dildo deeper while Nikolai shivered against the ropes. Removing his mouth from Nikolai’s erection, Guy kissed the blond’s hip as he moved the dildo faster. Nikolai avoided Guy’s eyes and bit his bottom lip, involuntarily bucking back against the dildo as his muscles tensed around its ridges.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Guy purred.

Through clenched teeth, Nikolai replied, “Hardly.”

Nikolai’s cock throbbed as Guy kissed his chest, the assassin’s free hand teasing Nikolai’s exposed inner thigh. His legs were sore from being suspended, and the rope chaffed his ankles. Guy kissed Nikolai’s neck just as the dildo rubbed against his prostate, provoking a loud moan from the secret agent. “Did you want me to stop?” Guy asked. “Since you’re not enjoying it.”

Guy twisted the dildo to tease Nikolai’s prostate again. Nikolai couldn’t suppress another moan and he shuddered against the ropes. He dug his nails into his palms as he tried to control himself, but Guy made sure the delightful pressure continued. Nikolai began to spill onto his stomach, and he eyed Guy’s cock, hard and untouched. The Russian tried to keep his voice steady as he replied, “You can stop anytime.”

The assassin watched Nikolai’s expression as he pumped the dildo deeper, keeping the ribbed shaft of it pressed against his prostate. Arching his body, Nikolai groaned, feeling the heat burn in his cheeks and spread throughout his body. He let out a curse in Russian and it took him a moment to find his English tongue to say, “I will finish too soon.”

“That’s the plan,” Guy replied with a kiss to Nikolai’s nipple.

Guy began to jerk himself off in time with the dildo’s merciless rhythm into Nikolai’s ass. Nikolai squirmed against the ropes, clenched his fists, and murmured in Russian while he watched Guy eagerly pleasure himself as his eyes crawled along the Russian’s bound body. As the dildo slammed into him, Nikolai squeezed his eyes shut and tried to hold on, but he groaned as he started to come onto his stomach. He heard Guy jerking off while he bucked back against the dildo, and the assassin sucked one of the blond’s testicles as Nikolai finished his orgasm.

Nikolai said the phrase in Russian twice before the English came out: “Let me help you finish.”

Guy laughed and replied, “Not unless you’re willing to use your mouth.”

Nikolai shook his head as he panted. His mind felt foggy, and his eyelids drooped. “Untie one of my hands.”

“No way,” Guy said, leering at Nikolai. “I’m enjoying this too much.”

The assassin slid between Nikolai’s suspended legs and straddled the blond’s stomach, hovering his body over Nikolai with only his testicles rubbing up against Nikolai as Guy jerked himself off. Guy’s free hand grabbed the back of Nikolai’s head, pulling the secret agent upwards for a rough kiss.

Nikolai complied by kissing back, and he slipped his tongue between Guy’s lips to flick it against the back of the assassin’s teeth. As Guy rubbed up against Nikolai’s stomach, he swirled their tongues together before breaking the kiss to groan. The assassin kept their heads propped together, and Nikolai watched Guy’s eyes through his pale eyelashes. He arched up against Guy’s body, pulling against the ropes out of a desire to hold the assassin. He pecked Guy’s lips between their pants, and Guy’s eyes moved only to watch Nikolai’s. Guy’s pace quickened against Nikolai’s stomach, and he tightened his grip on the back of the blond’s sweaty head as he cursed against Nikolai’s lips.

With his eyes fluttering shut, the assassin’s breaths quickened as he started to come across Nikolai’s chest. The neat Russian tried not to be disgusted by the warm fluid spilling onto him, and he focussed on their heads propped together. Guy kissed him as he finished, and Nikolai’s thoughts drifted to the sudden seriousness and intimacy of the assassin. While he liked them twisted together, he was surprised Guy desired it as well.

After climbing off of Nikolai, Guy untied him. Once free, Nikolai stretched in the bed, rubbing his raw limbs with his hands. He watched as Guy disappeared into the bathroom, and he frowned in his solitude. He hadn’t expected Guy to just abandon him. But, before Nikolai’s insecurity could thicken, Guy came back with a wet face cloth. He climbed into bed and cleaned off Nikolai’s stomach and cock before snuggling up against him.

“You are not usually so thoughtful,” Nikolai purred.

“Well, I thought we’d stay here for a while, and I didn’t want it to bother you,” Guy replied. “I know it can.”

Nikolai nuzzled Guy, hugging the assassin close to him. “It bothers me less and less,” he replied.

Guy said, “Well, my jizz is not getting any less gross.”

Nikolai laughed, and Guy smiled up at him. Hugging Nikolai again, Guy asked, “What do you want to hear about?”

“What do you mean?”

“You like to talk after, right?” Guy said. “If you don’t pass out right away. And you seem too worn out to talk, so what do you want to hear from me?”

Relief washed through Nikolai. Guy still wanted to talk to him, despite the fact that he was a bit thick and boring. Nikolai opened his mouth, but Guy said, “Now, remember, whatever you ask me, I get to ask you back another time.”

Nikolai smiled. “You told me about your first time with a woman. What was your first time with a man like?”

Guy laughed. “This is the story you want to hear?”

Nikolai nodded. He was curious about Guy’s past relationships and whether or not he considered them relationships. He wanted to test the waters to see what his future held for him, and if they would get one together.

“All right,” Guy said. “Brace yourself for a story. I’ll keep in all the sexy bits, so hopefully I can work you up for another round.”

“I would not complain,” Nikolai said.

Guy winked at Nikolai, and he opened his mouth to begin.

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