A soft kiss was pressed against the back of his sweaty neck, fingers slipping out of his hole before pushing gently back in. He matched the action with his other hand on Sean’s cock, jacking him off slowly with firm fingers. “Relax. Make you feel good, kotyonok.”
Sean let out a shuddering breath, pressing back against Alexei’s touch, feeling stupidly needy all of a sudden. “I know. I—”
He broke off with a whimper, reveling in the way Alexei seemed to surround him. Alexei licked at his throat, sucking at the sensitive skin beneath the hinge of his jaw. “Can say.”
“I trust you,” Sean said, the words falling like a confession between them.
And maybe it was; a confession told with his body and his words. For all that he’d slept with other people, Sean had never shared himself with them. They didn’t know him, not the way Alexei did, and that made everything about this so much better.
Alexei groaned, muttering something in Russian against the wing of his shoulder blade, before pulling back, letting him go. His fingers slipped free before cupping Sean’s ass, pulling his cheeks apart just enough to fit his thick cock between them. Alexei rolled his hips, his cock sliding over Sean’s hole. He knees were inside of Sean’s legs, forcing him to stay open as Alexei pressed the head of his cock against his hole, but didn’t push in.
“Lyosha,” Sean breathed out.
He lifted a hand off the headboard, reaching around to tangle his fingers in Alexei’s messy dark hair and tug him into a kiss. They licked their way into each other’s mouths, the connection just as hot as the one below.
“Want?” Alexei asked against his mouth, squeezing his ass with strong fingers.
“Yes.”
Alexei chuckled, the sound of it thrumming through Sean’s body, before pulling back just enough to get a good grip on his hips with both hands. Sean braced himself against the headboard with both hands again, practically shaking in anticipation. His cock was hard and leaking between his legs, and if Alexei didn’t hurry up, he’d take matters into his own hands. He was that desperate for relief.
Impatience never used to be a problem for him, but that was before he knew what it was like to have Alexei in his bed and taking him apart. One night wasn’t enough, and Sean was so incredibly thankful that Alexei was willing to be here with him.
Sean bit his lip as Alexei slowly pushed inside, the fat head of his cock stretching Sean open. The width of him was so much more than two fingers, and Sean couldn’t hold back the cry that escaped him as Alexei eased into him, an inch at a time, making room. Alexei rested a hand on his shaking thigh, soothing him with a kiss between his shoulder blades as he pulled out almost all the way before rocking back inside. The thrust was a little harder, pushing in a little deeper, and Sean tried to relax against the desired invasion of his body.
“Wish you could see,” Alexei grunted as he worked his cock in deeper, lube easing the way. “Maybe get mirror like in Vegas, da?”
“No,” Sean said, the word dragging out into a moan as Alexei pulled back and thrust in with a little more strength. He could feel himself opening up, the shaky, choking breathlessness that came from being filled beginning to tighten his lungs.
“Want you to see what I see,” Alexei said roughly into his ear, as if it were a secret. “How you look for me. Ti sahmiy krahsiviy.”
Sean let the Russian words wash over him, his entire body feeling like it was on fire as Alexei inexorably worked his way inside him. Sean’s arms shook as Alexei finally sank all the way in, cock throbbing deep inside him. He felt surrounded by heat as Alexei pressed up against his back, arms wrapping around his torso to hold him close. He tipped his head back, eyes fluttering closed as Alexei nuzzled against the new mark he’d sucked onto Sean’s throat.
“Feel so good, kotyonok,” Alexei practically growled into his ear, hips flexing against his ass.
Sean shuddered, the burning stretch in his ass fading a little as he adjusted to the thickness nearly splitting him apart. Even with being fucked the other night, his body still wasn’t used to so much sex when he’d gone months, years sometimes, from indulging in such intimacy. When he thought he could take it, he clenched his ass, just a little, around Alexei’s cock.
Alexei groaned, hands dropping down to Sean’s hips. “Most tease.”
“You said you wanted to fuck me,” Sean said, rising up a little more on his knees, the slide of Alexei’s cock sending electric sparks up his spine. “I really want you to fuck me, Lyosha.”
He didn’t understand any of the Russian swearing Alexei spit out, but he definitely understood the stinging slap to his ass. Alexei’s fingers dug into his hips as he pulled out halfway before pushing back in with a hard thrust that made Sean cry out, his hands sliding against the headboard as he fumbled for purchase. Alexei thrust into him again with a punishing snap of his hips that made Sean almost bite his tongue.
Alexei bent over him just enough to press his mouth to the middle of Sean’s back and lick his way up his spine, grinding up into him at the same time. The next thrust was harder, deeper, driving into him with enough strength Sean could almost feel it in his throat. The exquisite slide of Alexei’s thick cock in him was sinfully hot, and Sean only wanted more.
The next thrust hit his prostate dead on and Sean yelled, no words, just noise, as his arms buckled. Only Alexei’s quick actions saved him from getting hurt as one firm arm slid around his chest and kept him upright. Alexei laughed against the back of his neck, holding him tight as he fucked into him again and again at that same teeth-shivering angle. Sean could only ride it out, hands weakly holding onto the headboard as Alexei fucked into him, quick and hard, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the bedroom.
Fingers gripped his hair, turning his head for a sloppy kiss as Alexei stroked his cock and fucked him so good Sean honestly couldn’t think. He barely had enough presence of mind to keep his elbows locked, but even his ability to concentrate on that was waning again. Alexei finally sank back on his heels, taking Sean with him, pulling him down onto his cock and away from the headboard with a firm tug. Sean went willingly enough, kneeling on the bed with Alexei behind him, their bodies moving together in a dance he didn’t want to end.
Alexei kept fucking up into him with a hard, quick grind of his hips that left Sean reeling, barely able to hold on. This was everything Sean didn’t know he wanted, wrapped up in Alexei’s arms, being taken apart with such care. When he finally came with a shout, Alexei worked the orgasm out of him with greedy hands until he was a shivering mess, spread across Alexei’s lap.
“Perfect, kotyonok,” Alexei grunted, still fucking up into him with lazy rolls of his hips.
Sean let Alexei take his weight, soft little cries getting punched out of him with every thrust of Alexei’s thick cock inside him. He didn’t know how much more of it he could take, still sensitive from his orgasm, but it wasn’t much longer until Alexei was coming with a loud groan, holding Sean tight as he came. Sean whined breathlessly in Alexei’s arms, unable to ignore the pulsing throb of Alexei’s cock deep inside him as they breathed together in the aftermath. He closed his eyes, trying to get his bearings back, but it was hard to concentrate when all he could feel was Alexei.
Warm fingers stroked up his thighs to settle on his waist. Alexei gently pushed Sean up off his softening cock, easing free with careful motions. A sticky wetness seeped out of his hole and down his thighs, which had Sean making a face that had Alexei chuckling.
“We need a shower,” Sean muttered.
Alexei didn’t seem to be in much of a hurry, preferring instead to lie down on the bed and wrap Sean in his arms. Alexei was always warm, and Sean curled in close against him and the heat he gave off. Alexei seemed more than okay with that as he slotted their legs together, both of them coming down from the high of orgasm to the sleepy need for companionship.
Sean curled his hand over Alexei’s bare hip, gently stroking the warm skin there. Reintroducing sex into his life was nice
, but what made it so much better was having Alexei in his bed.
“Feel better?” Alexei asked, chin digging into the top of Sean’s head. His voice rumbled between them, sounding almost like a purr.
“Yes,” Sean said. He fought back the words that slipped to the tip of his tongue, before remembering what they’d promised each other back in Las Vegas. Sighing, he rubbed his nose against the jut of Alexei’s collarbone. “Only because you’re here with me.”
“Am best,” Alexei said smugly.
Sean nipped at his chest. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Best.”
Sean wasn’t going to argue with him—mostly because Alexei was right, and Sean knew better than to feed his ego. When it came to Sean’s sex life, Alexei was hands down the best person he’d ever slept with. Not that he’d had many bed partners, but Alexei was now the high bar he hoped would never leave.
“I’m hungry,” Sean said.
“Poor kotyonok,” Alexei practically cooed. “Starving kotyonok. Not let you go hungry.”
Sean poked him in the hip. “Still don’t know what that means.”
He had a good idea, though, but he was kind of enjoying the pet name game going on. At least, when it came from Alexei.
“Teach you Russian so we have good conversation. Maybe next time, da?”
Sean shivered at the promise in Alexei’s voice, but he was too spent to get it up again so soon. “Katie made breakfast this morning. I think she stocked my fridge.”
Alexei nodded, brushing a kiss against Sean’s forehead. “Katie good sergeant. I feed you.”
“We need to shower first.”
“Most demanding.”
They managed to get out of bed, even if they never really let go of each other. Sean’s shower was nowhere near the size of the one in Las Vegas, which meant there really wasn’t room enough for two. Neither cared, soaping up and getting each other clean quicker than the last time they’d done it since the water went onto Sean’s bill. The steam in the small space, paired with the lingering kisses Alexei indulged in, left Sean more than a little breathless by the time they shut off the water.
Afterward, they dried off and got dressed, for a given definition of dressed. Sean grabbed a pair of clean boxers while Alexei walked out of the bedroom completely naked.
“I hope you’re not going to cook like that,” Sean said, eyeing where Alexei’s dick hung between his legs. He unconsciously licked his lips. “Hot oil might not be a good thing.”
Alexei shrugged as he opened the refrigerator and bent over, putting his perfect ass on display. “Make sandwiches.”
Sean nearly ran into the small dining table in his haste to sit down and enjoy the view. “Uh, sure.”
He was treated to the rather spectacular sight of Alexei making him food, in his tiny kitchen, while naked. It was definitely a first for Sean, bringing a guy as hot as Alexei home with him. Hell, bringing him home in general was a huge step for Sean. Half his family had never stepped foot in his apartment, and thinking of them quieted the slow-growing lust building up again.
“Have thought on mind?” Alexei asked with a faint quirk of his mouth as he handed Sean a plate with a roast beef sandwich that had all the usual fixings, even the potato chips, stuffed inside it.
Before Sean could respond, a name flashed across the bioware embedded in Alexei’s left forearm. Sean couldn’t read the Cyrillic, but he didn’t want Alexei to miss a call if it was from his family and gestured for him to answer.
“Allo,” Alexei said. “Kilyusha, chto ty hochesh'?”
Sean listened with half an ear as Alexei conversed rapidly with his brother. He thought it was funny that Alexei didn’t care about manners when dealing with Kyle. Alexei chewed his way through two full bites of his sandwich while talking and listening before he finally switched over to English.
“Can put on system?” he asked, gesturing vaguely up at the ceiling.
Sean nodded. “Computer, authorize call link with Alexei Dvorkin.”
“Call link authorized,” the attending computer confirmed, its automated voice coming through the speakers embedded in the ceiling. “Waiting on signal.”
Alexei’s bioware synced up to Sean’s system and moments later Kyle’s voice echoed through the room. “Sean, my brother can’t make a decision to save his goddamn life, so pick a flavor.”
“Can so,” Alexei retorted.
Sean’s eyebrows crept upward in surprise. “Uh…I’m not sure I want to get in the middle of your argument.”
“Look, Jamie is buying Alexei coffee as an apology for following orders and not being in Las Vegas with you guys when shit went down. Pick a flavor so he can stop sulking around the condo and feel better.”
“I don’t sulk!” came Jamie’s muffled shout over the line.
“He sulks,” Kyle said, sounding more fondly amused than exasperated. “Pick a flavor, Sean.”
“I only had it the one time in London. I wouldn’t know what’s good,” Sean said.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Kyle raised his voice. “Jamie! They don’t know, so just pick it out yourself!”
Alexei covered up his laughter with a cough. “Bossy.”
“Shut up.”
Alexei said something in Russian that Sean didn’t understand. Kyle responded in the same language, and the quick back and forth between them ended a minute later. Kyle switched back to English and said, “Goodbye, I’m not coming home tonight, and put some fucking pants on, Lyosha.”
The call cut off. Alexei took another bite of his sandwich, in no hurry to listen to his little brother.
“I thought Kyle lived with Jamie?” Sean said.
“When Jamie not on campaign trail, they live together. Otherwise, Kilyusha moan and groan on couch at home.”
“How long have they been together?”
“Almost full year now.”
Alexei seemed happy about that, and Sean couldn’t blame him. It was difficult finding and keeping a relationship when one was constantly deployed. Sean had firsthand experience with that.
“You know, you’re the first person I’ve brought home? I don’t normally do this,” Sean confessed quietly.
“So you say. Glad to be here, no matter what we do.”
The words were said with a depth of honesty that made Sean’s shoulder loosen. He knew Alexei liked their time in bed together, but it was nice to know he also enjoyed the quiet moments with Sean as well.
“I’m glad you’re here too.” Sean picked at the edge of the crunchy bread roll Alexei had used for the sandwich. “But I feel like I should go back and see my family this afternoon…I just don’t know what good it would do.”
Alexei chewed his way through a rather large bite until he could speak through the food in his mouth. “Eat. Decide later. They come around.”
“You don’t know that.”
“If mine can, after everything we go through, yours will.”
Sean didn’t know Alexei’s background, not completely. He knew what he’d been allowed to read in Alexei’s file when ordered by the director to create the covers for Alpha Team. But reading something was different from hearing it firsthand. Yes, Sean knew some of Alexei’s background, knew a little about his family, but there was so much more to Alexei he wasn’t privy to.
“Think they’d want to meet me?” Sean asked.
“Of course. You’re mine. Would share family with you always.”
Sean took a bite of his sandwich to hide his smile, but the feeling of being wanted stayed with him through lunch and cleaning the dishes and Alexei’s wandering hands.
He never did make it back to base that day.
14
Blood on the Scale
One day of downtime was all everyone got before getting recalled.
Alexei wished he and Sean could have had more time together, but the latest mission coming down the pipeline was mandatory for just about every active field team the MDF could spare. The large deployment was unusual, but
the reason behind the decision was met with grim determination by every member of Alpha Team.
“There is a very real possibility certain members of the CIA tipped off the Wolcott brothers about Agent Delaney and Staff Sergeant Dvorkin’s cover,” Nazari said flatly at the start of the afternoon briefing.
Alexei scowled, shoving aside his anger in order to concentrate on what was being said. Every member of Alpha Team was in their specific combat uniform, sans weapon and tactical gear, even Sean. The director was overseeing their briefing while other high-ranking officers and agents handled the field teams under their command.
Jamie crossed his arms over his chest, attention focused on the director. “What are we doing about that?”
“Nothing.” Nazari raised his hand, cutting off the team’s protests. “We aren’t going to bring it to the CIA’s attention at the moment. We don’t know who is trustworthy in that agency considering the person of interest is CIA Deputy Director Carter Bennett. I’m not keen on tipping them off while we investigate.”
“There’s a good chance they’re already aware we know, sir,” Sean spoke up from where he sat next to Alexei.
“Which is why we’re keeping our normal channels of communications open with them and acting like nothing has changed on the surface.”
“And beneath that surface?” Jamie asked.
Nazari tapped at the screen embedded in the table, sending what was in his terminal to the center of the table. Layers of command windows popped up, duplicated in everyone’s terminal. Alexei eyed the documents arrayed in front of him, flipping from one to the next.
“The MDF is looking into getting another FISA order to surveil the CIA deputy director. The request is still being researched and written. Part of the evidence we’re using to build up our argument coincides with our current problem. As you know, we’ve been probing the finances of North Star International since before the start of your latest mission.”
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