BABY I COMPARE YOU TO A KISS FROM A ROSE

[shashka]

Who: Big Boss (John), Ocelot (Adam)
When: Mid-October
Where: The Suites With no Name
What: Guys Being Bros
Warnings: :')

[ three hundred years. Ocelot feels like he should be more shaken by all of this, but somehow he isn't. if nothing else, they'd managed to step out of the proverbial fire and back into something... a little calmer, more or less. in a truly miraculous twist of fate, they'd all even managed to survive.

(though of course, for Adam, there had only ever been one person that had mattered. everyone else, including himself, was expendable)

the last week or so had been an exercise in trying to settle into their new reality. John had left Adam the task of picking out new living quarters for the two of them, and while he'd thought he'd done a decent job at first, the occasional skittering across the floor had made it glaringly obvious that the quality was unfortunately just as "good", if not worse than Chioni.

(well. at the very least, John might have some new "food" to sample if he gets bored)

the only thing that hadn't really been addressed was the matter of everything that had happened between them, before the escape and shortly after. on one hand, it really wasn't something that needed addressing. it had happened, and nothing had really changed. on the other... for the past week or so, it had been easy enough to settle back into a familiar routine, with separate beds and conspiracy walls.

the fact of the matter was, it was likely going to continue on that way, unless something gave one way or another. and so, Adam resolves to actually make good on the promise they'd implicitly made to each other. And so with that, the next time they both find themselves back in their suite at the same time, he stops John, grabbing onto his arm. ]

You got a minute?

[ though first they'd need to make sure Joy was safely tucked into bed. ]

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[camouflage]

[it's been clear since they began that adam is clearly well-versed in this world; never fumbling once to get them here. not that john would've ever expected the silver-tongued spy to stay pure or anything so ridiculous. not everyone was like him, after all (so fucked up in the head from everyone he's ever loved turning their back on him that the mere thought of being intimate in anyway was almost repulsive). honestly, john was a little glad one of them knew what they were doing.

otherwise, the show would've been over against the wall they had been balancing against earlier.

once adam finds just the right way to hit him, even a quiet man like john can't stop himself from moaning. it's not loud or particularly salacious, it's more of just a rumble of sound that crawls its way out of his chest. john's thighs tighten at his friend's waist, his hand gripping at silvery strands of hair as he returns the kisses.]

[shashka]

[ well, John. maybe some of us wanted to have rough wall sex. the fact of the matter was that if Adam knew this was his friend's only time, he might very well have tried to stay pure. or rather, if he knew that he had a chance with him, he might've actually done something about this years ago.

regardless, none of that really mattered right now. as he hears his friend moan, he can't quite help but increase his pace, and replying in turn. if one of those sounds like a meow, you're definitely hearing things. the fact of the matter was, neither of them were likely to last that much longer at the rate they'd started to go.

still, Adam was pleased enough with the state of things. ]

[camouflage]

[look wall sex should be spontaneous ok there's always next time every muscle in john's body seems to clench simultaneously at the new pace. not because it causes him discomfort, they were far past that stage. the faster pace meant that his sweet spot was effectively being hammered, that leaden feeling of arousal building low in his gut. the rushing of blood becomes the only sound he can hear, making him conveniently ignore that moan that sounded suspiciously like a meow.]

Damn... Adam.

[with the need to cum pretty much devouring all higher brain functions, that paltry praise is all john can squeak out. but it's pretty clear in his body language that the way his friend is fucking him is truly shaking him to his core. of course, if adam still isn't convinced, the older of the two finally seems to reach the end of his rope. the prolonged abuse on his prostate pushes him over the edge, his cock twitching between them as thick ropes of cum paint his torso.]

[shashka]

[ Adam would like to think that he has more stamina than this. but, the way John says his name, combined with the perfect image of his friend coming untouched is just too much for him to handle. it takes two, three more thrusts before he's also tumbling over that edge too, moaning out a few garbled words in Russian as he tries to take every moment of it in. ]

я... тебя...

[ his breath is heavy, but he manages another soft kiss, wanting to stay as close together for as long as possible.

even now, he almost couldn't believe it happened. ]

[camouflage]

[even if the sound of his heart threatening to beat itself out of his rib cage wasn't enough to cover up what almost slips out of ocelot's mouth, there's no way he could've puzzled it out with a post-orgasm thought process. john can do only two things at that moment: breathe and bask. he doesn't budge an inch after adam finishes, kissing back languidly and enjoying the skin-on-skin contact.

is this what he had been missing for all these years?]

You know... You're pretty good.

[lopsided grin? check. endeared look in his eye? check. at this point, john might as well have said those three heavy words.]

[shashka]

[ it was really for the best John didn't hear anything. after all, it was hardly something that had mattered in the past. Adam had always been happy with what John was willing to give him, maybe wanting more, but never asking. this? the way he's looking at him right now? saying those three words?

it meant infinitely more than any "I love you" possibly could. just as he had some twenty years ago, he can't quite help but echo his oldest (and arguably only real) friend. ]

Pretty... good...

[ thankfully this time, he doesn't pass out right after saying it. no instead, he begins shifting his weight, finally pulling out, and slowly beginning to trail kisses down his friend's chest, intent on cleaning up the mess that he helped make. ]

[camouflage]

[despite the shift in dynamic between them, it doesn't feel as if anything significant has changed. half of him, the half that is ignorant in matters of the heart, questions their ease of transition. should he doing more? saying more? the other half of him, the half that is just glad to finally have adam in any capacity, is glad nothing seems to have changed. he doesn't want to lose what they have, that inate knowledge of each other, that ability to read the other with just a look.

everytime a relationship of his changed, it seemed to have been for the worst. eva, kaz... thankfully, he's blissfully distracted when he feels adam's tongue suddenly on him. oh, he's licking.......john's.....cum.....]

How's it taste?

[dead serious]

[shashka]

[ maybe it was a testament to their friendship that so little had actually changed between the two of them with sex added to the mix. maybe the fact that Adam's feelings had always been as intense as they were...

but whatever the reason, Adam would always be there for John...

...even if he nearly chokes on cum as his friend asks him that question. he coughs, shuddering, before... ]

...What?

[ look, maybe he should've expected this. but, really John? really?! ]

[camouflage]

[.....................uh]

How does it taste?

[okay, maybe any other person in the world wouldn't have asked that question with an honest-to-god inquisitive look on their face. maybe they would've asked it to be cocky or lewd or whatever. but this is big boss.

this is a man who couldn't figure out for 20 years that his best friend was blatantly in love with him. a man who just let said best friend come inside of him and didn't even bother to think of the ramifications of that. HE'S GOTTA KNOW. FOR SCIENCE.]

[shashka]

[ ...there is something both incredibly infuriating and endearing about the way that John's looking at him right now. on one hand, he couldn't imagine a single person who knew how to kill a mood quicker, but on the other, Adam just couldn't help but underline his exasperation with the tiniest hint of affection. he wouldn't be John if he wasn't exceedingly embarrassing, after all.

AND SINCE IT'S FOR SCIENCE. ]

It's probably better if I just show you.

[ and with one last lick, he goes in for a kiss with John, in what might possibly be the least erotic instance of snowballing in history. ]

i must be stopped

[camouflage]

[let's be real. john wouldn't know erotic if it slapped him in the face with its dick. if he somehow does something that could even slightly be construed as 'sexy' without first being in the act, consider it a minor miracle. a quick study john may be, but a master of seduction he will never become.

especially when he considers fighting and espionage foreplay.

adam's tongue slips into his mouth easily, the kiss pretty par for the course as theirs were concerned. the foreign taste currently hitting his tongue is the important part here and, with a palette honed by years of sensational eating, john can confidently say that his cum...tastes like nothing. the consistency of it is the largest hurdle to get over here but he's definitely had worse.]

...Can't complain.

[s h r u g]

never stop

[shashka]

[ there was really something to be said about John being the type of man who's really that genuinely curious as to what cum tastes like. there's something else to be said about the fact that somehow Adam finds this endearing.

he can't help but just take this moment to look at his friend, lightly tracing his finger over his missing eye, taking time to really just enjoy everything. twenty years in the making.

finally, after some time, he speaks again. ]

...It was worth the wait.

[ though, that still begged the question as to what would happen when the day came that they woke up back home again. Adam wouldn't let David and Eli's future come true. not if he could help it. ]

[camouflage]

If I had known, I wouldn't have kept you waiting.

[it's a tired joke at this point, but john feels like he has to break the layer of tension that has settled over them. not the awkward kind of tension that comes with regret or the gnawing tension of needing to escape the situation. it's the kind of tension that comes with the passing of a dream, the inevitability of reality coming to crash their party at any moment.

no matter how nice this is, no matter how glad he is to finally have adam in this capacity, the thoughts of home and their war linger. when they finally go back, there won't be anymore lying in bed with his friend like this. after all, the adam from his world is god knows where doing what he does best.

he doesn't know that john shares his feelings. he doesn't know that john is destined to die no matter how he tries to fix things. and he'll never know. the old soldier isn't so cruel as to let another version of his friend have even more reason to mourn him when he's dead and gone. spare him the pain and all that.

john grabs adam's wandering hand, traces a thumb over the knuckles.]

[shashka]

Next time, don't.

[ that was the problem, now wasn't it? no matter what happened, they'd go back and play their parts. unless something changed. something would have to. after all, Adam would never do anything like this on his own accord. he'd assumed the path he'd chosen was enough.

but it wasn't. Adam would never ask for more, but... ]

When you wake up back home, tell me how you feel.

[ even if in the end, John still met the same fate, at least then he'd have someone else beside him. even if he knows he should be the one to carry on their war, the idea of doing it all alone...

he catches his hand, holding onto it. ]

...Even if I don't remember any of this, if you ask, I'll always be there.

[ he'd picked John all those years ago, after all. ]

[camouflage]

[too many thoughts seek to be spoken at once, crowding his mouth with so many unsaid words he just stays silent. it's too late for them; this is the final leg in a marathon john feels like he's been dragging himself through. even if he kissed the breath out of the ocelot back home solely for his own selfishness (just to not be alone anymore), they still have roles to play. they still need to carry on as they always had.

if he were 20 years younger, if they were still working side-by-side flirting in that oblivious way of theirs, then yes. yes, he would wake up back home one of these days and immediately cut through the bullshit with his friend. why bother now? why complicate things further?

it was easier to come to terms with what he had been denying himself here because, well, there were no expectations. there was no zero, there was no imminent destruction. no war. they could indulge here when there was no one to take advantage of it. they could live in their little bubble and enjoy themselves.]

Adam... [the rational side of him wants to tell his friend that they should just enjoy the time they have. that there's no way that this will happen back home. but he can't; he needs this as much as adam does.] Thank you.

[shashka]

[ maybe this whole idea was completely futile. maybe it really would change nothing. in the end, neither of them were going to die as old men in their beds, especially not when Zero and his phantoms were still at large. and, he wasn't so naive as to think that his 'love' might somehow save John. but if he could somehow make his friend's final years a little more bearable, he'd gladly do that, no questions asked. ]

...I mean it.

[ they'd had so many chances they'd both missed. first, it had been when he'd first collected the Legacy, when all of this had started. if he'd only followed through on cutting Zero out and split it all with John... but he'd miscalculated. then, it had been when Adam had hesitated and John had disappeared into the night for years. there wouldn't be a "next time" for either of them. he links their hands together, sighing.

together or not, Adam knows that it will hurt just as much. ]