Episode Twenty-Nine: The First Love Affair
Nikolai panted as he nuzzled Guy. He felt the assassin slip out of his grip, watching his form lumber about to toss out the condom and stretch. Guy asked, “So what do your folks think about you being a big queer?”
Sighing, Nikolai replied, “Is this an appropriate post-coital conversation?”
Guy shrugged. “Well, I definitely just experienced you being a big queer.”
Nikolai rubbed his face. “I do not wish to discuss this. Would you please just relax with me? Your pacing makes me nervous.”
“I can’t just lie around, Niko. I need something to keep me entertained.”
Nikolai pouted and turned his back away from Guy. Guy’s restlessness was exhausting, particularly when it pried into Nikolai’s private life. Guy crawled back into bed and rubbed Nikolai’s back. He said, “I’ll tell you what my mom thinks about me liking everyone.”
Nikolai simply grumbled incoherently.
Guy said, “She thinks it’s because I’m desperate to have anyone like me. Can you believe that?” He let out a laugh. “I don’t care who likes me, so long as someone is willing to screw me – even if it’s expensive to get that.”
Nikolai didn’t reply. He hugged a pillow to his chest.
Guy rubbed Nikolai’s back harder and said, “I think she just wanted me to get married and have kids and have a normal life, you know? But she passed away before Steffie came along.” He exhaled and sprawled out beside Nikolai as he said, “So it goes.”
Nikolai turned around and snapped, “Why would you talk about your dead mother after sex? Why do you think I would want to hear that?”
Guy shrugged. “Well, you wouldn’t talk about your parents after sex, so I talked about mine instead.” He grinned.
Nikolai wanted to punch him. He huffed and replied, “Why do you find it impossible to be romantic with me?”
“What do you want me to do, Niko? Kiss your nipples and condition the hair there?”
“Nikolai, I adore your nipples and their hair.”
Nikolai folded his arms across his chest, self-consciously hiding his nipples from view. “Sarcasm is not acceptable post-coital behaviour either.”
“I wasn’t being sarcastic,” Guy said, frowning. He tried to pull Nikolai’s arms away from his chest, but the agent kept his arms against his chest. He crawled on top of Nikolai and rubbed his arms in the hopes of weakening them. He said, “What about your first romance? Tell me about that. That’s appropriate, right?”
“Past relationships are not usually safe discussion for a new relationship.”
“Our relationship is hardly new,” Guy said. “Come on, tell me.”
“I’ll tell you about mine.”
“I do not want to hear about yours.”
“Fine,” Guy said. “But I’m not going to cuddle with you.”
Guy climbed back off of Nikolai and stretched out beside him. “Fine,” he repeated.
The two sat in stubborn silence. Guy listened to the space heater hum, and he thought he could hear the sweat crawling down his chest. He slid away from Nikolai slightly, trying to avoid the heat that radiated off the Russian. He reached over to grab a book from the nightstand.
“Was it a man or a woman?” Nikolai asked.
“Nope, you didn’t want to hear about it.”
“A woman,” Guy said. “I didn’t allow myself to get with men until much later.”
“What was she like?”
Guy turned his head to see Nikolai lying on his side, keeping his head propped up with one arm. “So now you want to hear the story,” Guy said, grinning.
Nikolai rubbed Guy’s leg with his socked foot. “I want to hear about you.”
Guy wormed his way closer to Nikolai, rubbing his exposed chest. “She was one of my professors in first year. I tried to muscle out over the summer, and I was feeling pretty confident – you know, going to a new place, meeting new people and feeling like a new person. So I was a bit of a keener in class. I participated a lot. I went to talk to my professors to get feedback on my papers and assignments as well as to get recommendations for further reading. I wanted to be a good student.”
“And you came on to her for extra credit?”
“No,” Guy said. He puffed out his chest and smirked. “She came on to me.”
“I’m serious,” Guy said, frowning. “I wouldn’t have had the nerve to do it myself.”
“No?” Nikolai asked, raising his brows. He nuzzled Guy and said, “Why do I find it hard to believe you would hesitate before hitting on anyone?”
“Mr. Wetsuit. I sat in that woman’s office to ask for feedback on my paper. She sat right next to me and went through it line by line, and then that woman’s hand went up my leg. I had the best intentions of going into that office, and even though I found her attractive, I would not have had the confidence to make a move, nor would I have risked my academic career to do so.”
Nikolai smirked. “I am sorry for making that assumption.”
Guy nodded. “As you should be.”
“I suppose you still risked your academic career to accept her come-on?”
Guy cleared his throat. “That is irrelevant.” He rubbed one of Nikolai’s nipples and replied, “Besides, I know of a certain secret agent who put his job on the line for sex.”
“I thought we spoke of romance, Mr. Solo.”
Guy’s face softened, his brown eyes borrowing into Nikolai’s blue ones. “I suppose we do.”
Nikolai felt his cheeks burn, and Guy kissed Nikolai’s chest. Stroking Guy’s hair, Nikolai said, “So what happened? I suppose you did not stay with her?”
“It just didn’t last,” Guy said, avoiding Nikolai’s eyes. “Now tell me about yours.”
“Hold on,” Nikolai said. “You did not tell me the whole thing? Did you get caught?”
“Maybe I killed her husband, okay?” Guy replied, smiling sheepishly.
“I do not understand.”
Guy sighed and sat up. Nikolai followed suit, leaning close by placing his arm behind Guy’s back. “I kept taking classes with her throughout my undergrad – so I guess our affair spanned around four years? Anyway, she didn’t give me special treatment or anything. She marked me harder than any of my other professors. She constantly thought I could do better.”
Nikolai raised his brows as he said, “And you killed her husband…?”
“I guess he found out about us,” Guy said, “and he was understandably upset. However, he did not react in a reasonable matter and hurt her – hurt her a lot. She came to me, incredibly angry, and she said she wanted him dead. So I killed him.”
“And she did not appreciate that?”
“Not so much,” Guy said. “She didn’t rat me out, which was something, but she said she wanted to stop seeing me. I wonder if she saw some of him in me after I told her what I did.”
Nikolai said, “You did not find it difficult to kill him?”
“He struggled a bit. It was my first time killing someone.”
“I meant emotionally,” Nikolai said. “You did not struggle with the fact that you ended someone’s life?”
“No,” Guy said. “He was an asshole.”
“And when they are not assholes?”
Guy shrugged. “It never really bothers me. I mean, I won’t kill kids or anything, but I could care less if they have kids, you know? People don’t usually put hits on people that are just trying to live their lives.”
“What about political officials that are trying to change things for the better?”
“I don’t usually get those kind of jobs because I don’t want to be arrested,” Guy said. “And the one I did try, let me tell you, he definitely deserved it.”
Guy watched Nikolai avoid his eyes. Nikolai said, “So I suppose you did not get caught when you killed her husband.”
“No,” Guy said. “I hid the body well and covered my tracks. I didn’t just do it – I looked into the best way to do it. I also worried about her getting into trouble, so I tried to fix that as well. She was questioned, but nothing ever came of it. And he was the only one who knew about us, so I was fine.” Guy watched Nikolai and said, “Does that bother you?”
Nikolai kissed Guy’s shoulder. “No,” he said. “I already have done the same for you.”
Guy grinned. “I forgot about that.”
Guy gently touched Nikolai’s chin to lead his mouth back to his own, and Nikolai felt shivers through him as Guy kissed him gently. The pair sprawled back down next to each other, their feet twining together. Guy planted his hands back on Nikolai’s chest. Guy said, “Your turn.”
“You are not going to tell me more about this woman?” Nikolai asked, prying Guy’s hands off of his chest to hold them. “She must have a name, at least.”
Guy shrugged. “It shouldn’t be important to you. And this woman helped me build confidence I didn’t have throughout university. She made me smarter and stronger, and I tend to keep the memories to myself. They probably wouldn’t seem as meaningful out of context anyway.”
“So she made the man I see before me.”
Guy laughed. “Something like that. Come on, I want to hear yours.”
“I would prefer not to discuss it.”
“You wanted romance, Nikolai.”
“This is not romance. This is opening old wounds.”
“Please,” Guy said, nuzzling Nikolai. “I’d like to hear about it.”
Nikolai sighed and traced his fingers down Guy’s back. Guy kissed Nikolai’s neck and ran his lips down to Nikolai’s chest. Nikolai nuzzled into Guy’s hair and breathed him in. He hugged Guy to his chest. Guy mumbled, “Not so tight, Niko.”
Loosening his grip, Nikolai mumbled, “He would not have asked me to stop hugging him.”
“Oh?” Guy asked, grinning.
Nikolai frowned. “I met him during my exile – very early on. I was pretending to be Scottish.”
“Did you call yourself Sean?”
“I did,” Nikolai said. He returned Guy’s smirk, though it faded as he continued, “I met him at a restaurant – he was my chef, and I was determined to give my compliments to him first hand. After I met him, I really wanted to, well, take him for a spin.”
Guy laughed. “You just wanted to fuck him.”
“What did he look like?”
“He wouldn’t be your type,” Nikolai replied.
Guy raised his brows and sat up. “Mr. Wetsuit, what did he look like?”
“He was tall.”
“Taller than you?”
“Probably around six-four.”
“Jesus,” Guy said. “What else?”
“Well, he was not Jesus.”
“Paint me a picture,” Guy said, smirking. “I want to know what you like in a man.”
“You are what I like,” Nikolai said, softly.
Guy shook his head. “I want to know about this man. Tell me his name, at least.”
“Lars,” Nikolai said. “I will not give you his last name.”
“Fine,” Guy said. “Now paint that picture.”
Nikolai sighed and rolled onto his back. Guy stayed sitting up, watching the secret agent’s face as he spoke: “Green eyes, reddish brown hair, and very fair skinned.”
“What about his build?”
Nikolai cleared his throat. “Overweight.”
“He was quite overweight,” Nikolai said.
“Mr. Wetsuit, are you a chubby chaser?”
Nikolai puffed out his chest and replied, “I like my men to be healthy, at least.”
Guy looked down at his own gut. He said, “I’m going to be careful about you feeding me. What else? Tell me more about Lars.”
“I recall him wearing a lot of sweaters with blazers. I liked that look a lot, and I adopted it myself after. He looked worried and nervous a lot, he was extremely insecure.”
“And did you help with that?”
“I tried,” Nikolai replied. “I realized after I took him out – it took a lot of pressuring – that I could not just sleep with him and leave. I also realized that his English was terrible, but my Dutch was improving. So I offered to help him with his English in exchange for him teaching me how to cook. He was still in chef school at the time, so he often practiced with me.”
“What did you look like?”
“Did you change what you looked like?” Guy asked. “Come on, you’re a chameleon, right?”
Nikolai sighed. “I grew a beard and I wore glasses. I regretted wearing glasses as soon as I started the relationship, of course. They were smudged constantly, and he worried when I took them off that I would not be able to see properly. I was just lucky he never tried them on for himself. I suppose he did not want to deprive me of sight, which I appreciated.”
“I’d like to see you with a beard.”
“I could try to grow one.”
“I think it would suit your face.”
“But we would both have beards,” Nikolai said, running his fingers through Guy’s beard.
“Is there a law against two men being together when they both have beards?”
“Yes,” Nikolai replied, keeping his face straight.
Guy laughed and snuggled beside Nikolai. He absently rubbed Nikolai’s nipple as he said, “Tell me more. I haven’t heard much romance.”
Coiling his arm around Guy’s back, Nikolai replied, “I suppose it is like yours. It meant a lot in the moment, and I could not express it fully to you. I wanted him to be happy and confident, and sometimes I saw that growing in him, and sometimes he looked at me like he wondered why I was with him. He hated me picking him up from school, but I liked all of his friends seeing how hot I was.”
“Careful, Mr. Wetsuit. Your ego may swallow me,” Guy replied.
“I work hard to look appealing, Mr. Solo,” Nikolai said, frowning. “Some of us cannot rely on charm alone.”
“Also, I have great hair. It really helps.”
“My hair is too flat,” Nikolai replied, “and it is very thin and pale. So I focus on my body.”
He flexed his chest and Guy gave it a hard slap. Nikolai winced and tried to push Guy off of him, who tried to kiss his chest while laughing. The two wrestled for a moment. Nikolai tried to pin Guy on the bed, and Guy worked to pinch Nikolai’s chest, back, and rear while slipping out of the blond’s grasp. Nikolai gave up and dropped back on the bed. Guy sat up and absently scratched his beard.
“But what did you like about Lars?” Guy asked. “What attracted you to him?”“Physically I found him cute,” Nikolai said, “and I liked trying to make him smile. I appreciated that he fed me, and he was an excellent teacher. He was funny, though not always intentionally. And,” Nikolai paused. He looked at Guy for a moment, watching his brown eyes observe his movements. He looked away as he continued, “And I liked how affectionate he was. He loved just cuddling, holding hands, light touches as we passed each other. I think it is because he was insecure, he liked to have our feelings for each other reinforced. Perhaps that means I am a little insecure too. He made excellent company in that way. The conversation was lovely, I felt as though I could tell him anything, and the silence was splendid too. We would just sit together, curled up together.” Nikolai smiled sheepishly to himself as he said, “I really loved that physical side to our relationship.”
Without missing a beat, Guy said, “What was the sex like?”
Nikolai frowned, half-hoping that his confession would have kindled some sort of discussion between them. But Guy simply stayed sitting on the bed, not one part of him touching the secret agent. Nikolai said, “It was nothing to write home about.”
“Did you top or did you two switch things up?”
“Usually I pitched,” Nikolai said. “Sometimes I could talk him into pitching, but he was very concerned about hurting me, so we had some difficulties staying aroused. It usually was not worth the trouble.”
“Was he big?”
Nikolai nodded. “Quite lovely, really.”
“Did you suck him off?”
Scowling, Nikolai said, “Neither of us were really interested in oral sex.”
“So what did you two usually do? Just rub your dicks together or…?”
“I do not wish to listen to you undermine our sexual experiences,” Nikolai said as he sat up and folded his arms across his chest.
“I’m not undermining them.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Well, you shouldn’t let me get to you.”
Nikolai turned his head away from Guy.
Guy rolled his eyes. “How long did you stay with him?”
“Almost a year,” Nikolai replied. “I stayed with him until A.B.E.L. moved me elsewhere.”
“So if the sex wasn’t great, why’d you stay with him that long?”
Nikolai scoffed. “The pros outweighed the cons. I loved being with him. He may not have been the most stimulating sexually, but he made up for it in other ways. I enjoyed being able to be affectionate with him without worrying about, well, anything really.”
Guy frowned as Nikolai glanced at him again, checking for a response. Guy said, “So how’d you ditch him?”
“I chose A.B.E.L.,” Nikolai said. “I realized that I would not be able to live my life with Lars. I could not tell him the truth, he would have hated me for lying to him for so long and I know our relationship would not have survived, but if I left A.B.E.L., I would have had no skills for a real job. At the time my relationship with the company was still on the mend, and I did not think they would write reference letters for me or help me build a strong background. I could not throw away that life and depend on Lars while I got my act together – if I could get my act together.
“So I left Lars a note that apologized and said I had to go back to Scotland immediately and I didn’t like sad goodbyes. I wrote about how much I loved my time with him and how I would never forget it. I wrote about how lovely he was in the hopes of not destroying whatever self-esteem I helped create. And then I just left it for him in my apartment – he had a spare key.”
“Seems pretty harsh, Niko.”
“Somehow I doubt that it is harsh compared to some of the things you have done.”
Guy shrugged. He fidgeted and scratched at his beard. He couldn’t pinpoint what unsettled him most about the story. He knew he wouldn’t be able to fill all of Nikolai’s needs, but if Nikolai was willing to work around bad sex, maybe he could work around Guy’s unwillingness to be affectionate. He watched Nikolai trace his fingers across the blond hairs on his arms, waiting for Guy to respond. Guy’s stomach turned. Something else bothered him, but what?
He sat up abruptly. “I have to go soon,” he said.
“Another meeting,” Nikolai said.
Guy kissed Nikolai’s shoulder as he said, “Uh huh.”
Nikolai nuzzled Guy, and Guy smiled against the Russian’s lips. Guy said, “Hey, if I take this job, do you want to come with me?”
“I want you to come with me,” Guy said.
“You know people are trying to kill me and yet you still ask me to go with you,” Nikolai said.
Guy wrapped his arms around Nikolai’s waist. He stared firmly into Nikolai’s softened blue eyes. “One,” Guy said, “I can and will protect you from anything. Two, I want you to be with me. It’ll be like old times; I’ll go kill someone and then we can screw in the hotel room.”
Guy watched as Nikolai’s shoulders slouched, his smile fading. He wondered where the blond’s confidence went. “You really want me to accompany you?” Nikolai asked.
“Of course,” Guy said. “I want you with me.”
“Niko, just tell me how many times you want me to say it and I’ll say it again and again and-”
Nikolai kissed Guy, coiling his arms tightly around the assassin with his fingers twisting into his salt and pepper hair. Guy felt Nikolai slowly weigh on him, forcing him back onto the bed, and he kissed back and pried the Russian’s mouth open with his own. His tongue flicked against Nikolai’s as his hands rubbed the muscles in Nikolai’s back.
Nikolai broke the kiss and purred, “You do not need to repeat it.”
Guy rubbed the scruff on Nikolai’s face and said, “But you’d like me too, wouldn’t you?”
Nikolai grinned. “I would not object.”
Guy kissed Nikolai again and arched up to rub up against him. Squeezing Nikolai’s ass, Guy murmured, “How are you feeling? Up for another round?”
“I would be uncomfortable if a certain situation was not properly handled,” Nikolai replied, rubbing his groin up against Guy’s.
Pressing a finger against the opening of Nikolai’s ass, Guy said, “I meant, are you sore or anything? I’ve been steering a lot these past few days.”
With a shiver, Nikolai kissed Guy’s beard. “I will be fine,” he replied. “And I am looking forward to you paying me back.”
Guy laughed. “I can start paying you back now.” He waggled his eyebrows at Nikolai.
“No,” Nikolai said, his face stiffening. “Once more.”
Guy nuzzled Nikolai and murmured, “As you wish.”
He watched the smile break out on the blond’s face and, gripping Nikolai’s ass, he flipped him onto his back. He pecked Nikolai on the lips before kissing where his neck and cheekbone met. Nikolai’s hands rubbed Guy’s back as the assassin traced his lips down Nikolai’s neck, kissing the slant between Nikolai’s neck and collarbone. Nikolai shivered and gasped against Guy as Guy pressed against Nikolai’s nipples with his thumbs and kissed down the secret agent’s chest.
Throbbing, Nikolai grasped Guy’s head to pull the assassin up for another kiss, and Guy purred at the deep kiss his received. Nikolai arched his body up against Guy’s, grinding their erections together. Guy squeezed Nikolai’s ass to keep the Russian pinned against him. He flicked the tip of his tongue against Nikolai’s before breaking the kiss. With Nikolai’s fingers twisting into his salt and pepper hair, Guy moved downwards across Nikolai, kissing his belly and then his pelvis. He grinned as Nikolai squirmed in his grip.
Holding Nikolai’s ass, Guy kissed the inside of the blond’s left thigh. He traced his lips up Nikolai’s thigh, closer to his erection, as he slid his hands forwards to rub the Russian’s inner thighs. Nikolai let out an impatient huff, writhing in the assassin’s loving grip. “Could you hand me some lube, Niko?” Guy asked.
Nikolai stretched and grabbed the lubricant off of the nightstand. He tossed it to Guy, who released his grip to catch it. He set the lube down beside Nikolai and hefted his partner’s calves up onto his shoulders. He looked up to see Nikolai’s blue eyes on him, and Guy winked in response. He coated his fingers in lubricant as he ran his tongue where the head of Nikolai’s cock met its shaft, watching Nikolai all the while.
The Russian tried to keep his eyes aligned with Guy’s, but as the assassin kissed behind his testicles and rubbed him as the base of his erection, his body arched upwards and his eyes rolled back. Guy moved his hand slowly across Nikolai’s shaft, sucking on one of his testicles as his finger teased the edges of Nikolai’s ass. Nikolai’s legs tightened against Guy’s back, and he gripped the sheets when Guy kissed the head of his erection and pressed his finger into his ass.
Their eyes met again as Guy started to suck on Nikolai’s cock, Nikolai involuntarily bucking into Guy’s mouth. Guy pumped his finger into Nikolai as the same speed as his slow sucks, and he released his grip on Nikolai’s shaft to squeeze his testicles. Sliding another finger into the blond’s ass, Guy began to increase his pace. Nikolai let out a sharp gasp, and Guy rubbed Nikolai’s abdomen as Nikolai bit his lower lip. Guy ached as he watched Nikolai, the heat rising in the Russian’s cheek, but he let his own erection throb in the air.
Guy stopped sucking, and he pumped his fingers quick and deep inside of Nikolai as his other hand grasped Nikolai’s cock. Guy started at the base of Nikolai’s erection, squeezing his shaft as he made his way upwards, licking the head of Nikolai’s cock with every movement. Slowing down his fingers inside of the secret agent, Guy gripped Nikolai at the base of his cock again and ran his thumb from the base of the underside of his shaft up to the head of his erection. Nikolai moaned, and Guy sucked him again, but faster than before, with his fingers quickly matching his new pace.
Nikolai’s Russian tongue came out quickly – much more urgently than Guy recalled. Shivers crawled across Guy, and he gave himself one firm jerk before his hand returned to Nikolai’s shaft. He heard snippets of English in Nikolai’s words, and Nikolai bucked into Guy’s mouth, his legs tightening around Guy, his large hands rubbing Guy’s back.
“Guy,” Nikolai gasped. “Guy. I’m- I am – Ah!”
Guy pulled away from Nikolai just as he started to taste him. Nikolai panted and relaxed against the bed again. He rubbed Nikolai’s thighs and said, “Did you want me to finish you up? I couldn’t tell if you wanted me to stop or – Nikolai, I don’t speak Russian.”
Nikolai laughed, and Guy couldn’t help but smile at his companion. “I wanted to come with you,” Nikolai replied. “I did not expect your foreplay to be so thorough.”
With his tone mock-offended, he crossed his arms against his chest and replied, “Are you saying my foreplay isn’t usually thorough?”
“No,” Nikolai said. He smirked and said, “But usually you make actions to pleasure yourself before I start to climax.”
“Maybe you were just worked up already,” Guy said. “You did hear some news today.”
“What news?” Nikolai replied, his smirk fading into an innocent smile.
“The news that I want you to come with me,” Guy said. “In more ways than one, I suppose.”
Nikolai moved his legs and pulled Guy up to kiss him. Guy waited as Nikolai pried open his mouth with his own, and Guy was surprised to find the Russian’s tongue flicking against his own. He wondered if Nikolai’s willingness to kiss him after oral would eventually result in Nikolai giving him oral. Though he supposed tasting one’s own semen was different than tasting someone else’s. Wait, wasn’t it creepier to taste your own semen?
“Are you distracted?” Nikolai asked.
“You stopped kissing back,” Nikolai said.
“Sorry,” Guy replied. “I’m just,” his thoughts trailed off as he tried to think of an excuse. “Oh, I’m horny.”
Nikolai purred, “I can see that,” and traced his long fingers across Guy’s shaft.
Guy kissed Nikolai’s neck and groped his bum. He felt Nikolai shift beneath him as the secret agent grabbed a condom from the night stand. “Sit up a bit,” Nikolai said.
Guy complied. Nikolai sat up as well, though he relaxed his legs overtop of Guy’s. He kissed Guy again as he interlaced his fingers snugly around the assassin’s shaft. He moved his fingers up and down Guy’s erection in a twisting motion, quickening his kisses as he quickened the pace. Guy grabbed the base of Nikolai’s neck with one hand, twisting his fingers through his blond hair with the other, kissing the secret agent deeper as Nikolai began to jerk him off rougher. Guy groaned against Nikolai’s lips, his eyes opening just enough to watch Nikolai through his eyelashes.
He bucked his hips into Nikolai’s grip as the Russian pecked his lips again. “Tell me you want me to fuck you,” Guy murmured.
“Actually, I am quite enjoying this,” Nikolai said with a smirk.
Guy pulled Nikolai against him, forcing their erections against each other. He partly enveloped Nikolai’s hands as he started to jerk them off together. Nikolai squirmed and narrowed his eyes at Guy. Guy squeezed Nikolai’s ass with his free hand and said, “Tell me you want my big cock in your tight little ass.”
“I would prefer not to,” Nikolai said. “I would hate to wait while you go find your big cock. Is it that dildo you just bought or-?”
“Fuck you, Nikolai,” Guy said, trying not to laugh. “Can’t you just play along a little bit?”
Nikolai pulled Guy’s hand off of him and drew slightly away from Guy. He licked his lips as Nikolai ripped open the condom and slid it onto his erection. The secret agent gave the assassin a hard stare as coated lube onto his erection, jerking him off in the process. Guy squirmed and exhaled, waiting to hear the Russian’s command.
“Guy Solo,” Nikolai said, his accent growing heavy. “I want you to fuck me as hard as you can.”
Pulling Nikolai on top of him, Guy gently fingered his ass again, making sure the Russian could still take him inside. He murmured, “I didn’t hear any please. Are you trying to order me around, Mr. Wetsuit?”
“Yes, I am,” Nikolai said, trying to keep his voice steady and firm. “And I want your big cock in my tight little ass.”
Guy smiled. “As you wish, Mr. Wetsuit.”
Pulling his finger out of Nikolai, Guy pressed his erection into Nikolai’s ass. Nikolai wrapped his arms around Guy’s neck, exhaling as the assassin started a slow rhythm inside of him. Nikolai throbbed against Guy’s stomach as Guy slowly pumped deeper and deeper. Nikolai nuzzled Guy, twisting his fingers through his salt and pepper hair. As the Russian softly murmured against Guy’s lips, his muscles tensed around Guy’s aching cock.
“Guy!” Nikolai gasped.
“Just a bit more,” Guy replied. He stopped and softly asked, “It doesn’t hurt, does it?”
Nikolai shook his head. “I just – I do not think I will last.”
“It’s okay,” Guy said, smiling against his companion’s lips. He began to pump in and out of him again as he continued, “I worked you up too much. It’s my fault.”
Nikolai shook his head again, but Russian spilled from his mouth. Guy kissed the scruff on Nikolai’s chin as he started to move faster. He gripped Nikolai’s hips to try to keep a quick pace in and out of his companion, and Nikolai nibbled and murmured against his ear, sending shivers through him. Nikolai’s cock rubbed up against his stomach, and he grunted as he pumped roughly into the blond.
Guy writhed as Nikolai’s nails dug into his scalp and back, his voice going faster though broken up with gasps. The assassin closed his eyes as he slammed into Nikolai. He focussed on the sensation of the Russian’s body against his own, his breath, his pulse, his sweat. He wanted to finish with him. “Oh fuck,” Guy groaned.
Digging his nails into Nikolai’s hips, Guy slammed into him again, grinding his hips against the blond’s ass. Nikolai let out a moan, and Guy repeated the process as Nikolai started to come across him. “Just a bit more,” Guy gasped.
Guy pushed Nikolai down onto the bed, grabbing Nikolai’s hips to pound quickly into him. Nikolai grasped the sheets and wrapped his leg around Guy, and Guy watched Nikolai try to keep his face stiff and emotionless. Guy’s legs started to weaken as he started to peak, and he fucked the Russian mercilessly, listening to the slap of his testicles against Nikolai’s ass. He saw Nikolai’s eyes lock onto his own, and he groaned “Oh fuck” again as he started to finish.
He pulled Nikolai against him as he came, wishing he rode him bareback and came inside of him. He panted and watched Nikolai do the same. He pulled out of Nikolai and spotted a hint of blood on the condom. “Sorry,” Guy said. “I went too fast.”
Nikolai smiled. “I barely felt it. I am fine.”
As he tried to catch his breath, Guy wiped the semen off of Nikolai’s stomach and then took off the condom to toss it into the garbage. He leaned over top of Nikolai to peck him on the lips. Nikolai cupped Guy’s cheeks, pulling the assassin in to draw out the kiss. Guy ran his fingers across Nikolai’s chest, and when the kiss broke, Guy softly said, “Nikolai, you’re my grand romance now.”
The heat rose to Nikolai’s cheeks. He found himself without words and kissed Guy again. Guy pulled away quickly, but smiled. He said, “I’m going to have to shower now if I want to catch my flight out of here.”
Nikolai nodded, and as Guy got out of bed, Nikolai put the lube back on the nightstand and tossed out the condom wrapper. “Are you going to join me?” Guy asked.
“No,” Nikolai said. “You probably want some time alone anyway.”
It was true. Guy wanted a quick shower, he didn’t want it to be drawn out with sweet kisses and lingering caresses. The fact that Nikolai didn’t fight against his privacy made him wonder if he and Nikolai really would be able to work long-term, and the fact that Guy asked Nikolai to join him made Nikolai’s thoughts move the same way.
Guy smiled and said, “Thanks. But if you get lonely, you know where I am.”
Nikolai nodded and began to settle into a more comfortable position on the bed. Guy headed for the bathroom as Nikolai pulled a book out of the nightstand drawer. Nikolai’s stomach bubbled cheerfully, and he wondered if his cheeks would burn forever. Guy’s shoulders slouched as he realized what bothered him about Nikolai’s story with Lars. Nikolai chose A.B.E.L., and Guy wondered if Nikolai’s grand romance would always be with A.B.E.L.
Guy turned on the shower and waited for a moment while the water warmed up. He decided it was worth it. Instead of ditching Nikolai’s early, he would spend as much time as he could with the Russian until he got dumped for a company. Whatever pain he felt, it would be worth it. And Guy Solo tried to hide the part of him that thought maybe Nikolai would never dump him.