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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[shashka]

[ i trust you. if any other man said those words, their trust would be completely misplaced. but not John. even as he still wished he could surpass him, he'd remain loyal to the man until the bitter end, no matter how far into hell it took him. for just a moment, Adam really can't help but look at the man with a stupid amount of fondness.

until, of course, his discards his shirt. while Adam doesn't completely follow suit, he quickly remove his gloves, tossing them to the side before renewing his efforts, pulling himself up against the nearest wall and dragging John after him.

sure, it wasn't qite the same as the fantasies of a young man, but the real thing was always better. ]

[camouflage]

[don't count your chickens before they hatch, adam. the last time he had gotten farther than aggressive necking was never. when he and eva had shacked up in that cabin together, it had seemed obvious where things would end up. of course she had one last surprise up her sleeve in the form of drugged champagne that had knocked john out before anything happened. the point being? this whole ordeal might not be better than anything ocelot could imagine, but it certainly was a building block.

better than nothing, right?

putting those thoughts aside, john was focused more on the unequal footing he found himself in with his friend. sure, being shirtless was about as natural as breathing for him, but he found it kind of amusing that the first things adam has shirked off were his gloves and scarf. he should definitely fix that. right?

so he leans forward, kisses the spy once more before trailing down, kissing here and there, until he reached that ridiculous cleavage of his. (eva would laugh if she knew that ocelot was stealing her statics twenty years later) with a surprising amount of care, john pops each little button out of place, keeping a little smirk hidden at the side of adam's neck.]

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[ all of that? would have been news to Adam, ironic for someone who usually knows everything about everyone. not that he thought that his friend was experienced by any means, but if he'd managed his fair share of partners while still being completely devoted to one man, then surely John had? it didn't help that EVA never clarified certain things with him either.

but, that was all besides the point. he can't really help but let out a couple of pleased noises as John kisses him, taking in that smirk he feels on the side of his neck, before finally shrugging off his shirt. ]

Неплохо.

[ not bad. but the two of them were still just getting started. with care, he hooks one of his legs around John's own, lightly rolling his hips against him.

well... at least now they were back to where they'd left off last time. ]

[camouflage]

[if you fingergun at him at any point during this, adam, he's immediately going to walk away.

devotion is a funny thing to someone like him. john had devoted his whole life to one person and then killed her. the idea of being devoted to another human being honestly scares him. but for adam? he'd be willing to try not that he would ever be in this situation with anyone else.

so, they're back to where they'd left off. or, well, where john had forced them to leave off. and hey, the old soldier isn't about to complain about adam moving against, grasping at the former blond's hip and half of his ass to respond in kind. but, there's a bed, just over there, and john is pretty sure the best way to have sex is to be horizontal.]

If we stay like this... [john breathes into the hollow of the spy's throat, a warm rumble escaping him at the friction.] I'm not going to make it to that bed.

[shashka]

[ okay but is he allowed to meow.

for Adam, devoting his whole life to John had been an easy choice, once the Philosophers were gone, once the Patriots fractured. as much as he could infuriate him, he awed him just as much in turn. and, of course 'Naked Snake' had been the first person to see 'Major Ocelot' as something more than an asset. sure, he'd seen him as a kid, but no one had even done that. just knowing John was safe had always been more than enough for him.

this? this was more than he could've ever hoped for. and now that he finally had it, he'd be happy to have more.

when Adam replies to him, his voice is a little breathier than he'd like. ]

Right...

[ it was a shame they hadn't done this a good ten years earlier, when John was younger.but they can't change that now, can they? with some reservation, he untangles himself from John, sure that he was (perhaps rather embarrassingly) already beginning to show signs of how impacted he was.

but, while they were moving, that doesn't stop him for going in for another kiss. ]

[camouflage]

[sure............if he wants john to laugh

look, ocelot, you're not the only one quickly getting hot under the collar. john would say that he has plenty of endurance and is still just as spry when he was younger, but it would be (somewhat of) a lie. with no reason to train his body in this hands-on activity, just having adam's hands on him, his lips on him, would be enough to get john off. and if big boss is going to come early? well, he's sure as hell not going to do against a wall and try to hold himself up afterward.

besides, a pause in this oncoming whirlwind lets him breathe. it gives him enough time to take off his belt, unbutton his pants, before adam is on him again. the silver fox old soldier makes sure to hit the bed first, dragging his friend down with him before he's back to attacking adam's lips. he's definitely in no rush to have this affair over with, but, well, it's kind of hard to slow down when they've finally stopped dancing around each other.]

[shashka]

[ well at least then maybe you won't come after only a light make out session....

there is a small part of Adam that wants to slow down, to finally enjoy the moment that he thought would never actually come. but, the problem was that after all these years, he really couldn't slow down. while he's not as quick as his sometime mentor to unbotton his pants, as soon as they hit the bed, he's fumbling with his belt in between kisses. he breaks away for just a second, before asking... ]

...A little help?

[ despite his wider range of experience than John (not that apparently that really counted for all that much... considering...), he couldn't help but feel utterly inexperienced in regards to actually loving the person that he was with. ]

[camouflage]

[DONT EVEN COME AT HIM WITH THIS SHADE

john doesn't think anything of it when he's asked for help, breaking off the kiss without any protest. he has no frame of reference here, no awareness of when he should tease, when he should push, how fast or how slow this needs to be. he's here, on this bed with adam over him, not for himself but for ocelot. he feels attraction for him friend, arousal thrums through him, but how can you crave what you've never had?

whatever adam wants, right here and now, he's going to get.

how he takes off his friend's belt, works the button out of its place, is mechanical, as if he were just being helpful instead of sly. but instead of stopping there, his hands roam the exposed body before him, eventually palming adam's growing erection.]

Need help with this, too?

[shashka]

[ like so many other things in his life, Adam had a plan for this. a plan that he'd only formulated a few minutes ago or so, but a plan nevertheless. but, as always, John has to go and throw a proverbial wrench in that. he can't help but shiver slightly at John's touch, and when his oldest friend begins palming at him like that, a couple Russian curse words might just slip out.

it's only a moment later, thorough his somewhat hazier thoughts that he realizes that for a man like John who lacks a certain level of basic social understanding, it might be easy to interpret that as a sign to back off. to ensure there's no misunderstanding, he rolls his hips into his friend's hand, and returns to kissing him, this time biting at his earlobe.

so... take that as a "yes", John. please. ]

[camouflage]

[he would argue that he understands PLENTY even if they both know thats a lie this part should be easy. hopefully. after all, this is probably the only sexual thing he has any experience with. despite being a man who seemed married to his job, and thus utterly incapable of thinking about any part of his dick, even john had to relieve some tension every once in a while.

of course, it doesn't mean he's not going to fumble this a bit. it's two totally different things to be getting yourself off and getting someone else off.

but here's john, not shying away, though his touch might naturally be too stern. unzipping his fly without hesitation, shoving instead of easing adam's pants further down, blunt fingernails digging into the man's hand before gripping onto his cock. his hand is large, warm, and, surprisingly, not as rough as one would expect. though there's an obvious difference between his palm and his fingers.]

[shashka]

[ the fact of the matter was, Adam hadn't exactly had the best experiences of his own. when you're a man with certain tastes in the Soviet Union, especially in his line of work, discretion is to be desired. time is limited and you take what you can get.

he wants something different with John.

he's a little surprised with the lack of finesse that his friend demonstrates, but he supposes that it's to be expected not that he knows that he's the first person John's been with. still, because of who it is, even if it isn't quite what he imagined in his youth but then again, what really was, he still appreciates it, rolling his hips to match his rhythm. not wanting to be left behind, Adam moves his free hand lower, light fingers tracing over the outline of John's cock. his movements are far slower and more teasing than he might normally do.

even if it wasn't what he'd imagined, he was going to enjoy this. ]

[camouflage]

[that reciprocation from his counterpart is finally enough to get john to moan properly. he's never been a loud man by nature and his decades as a covert operative only reinforced that. instead he showed how something affected him by eagerness, his lips, the furrow of his brow. but now? there was nothing adequate enough to show adam that he was enjoying it as much as his friend was.

he tries not to stroke too hard or too fast, every upward motion practically a ghosting motion. his palm is, unfortunately, dry, and no matter how much they both want this, it doesn't stop a dry hand from being uncomfortable. with every swing up, john makes sure to stimulate the head, rubbing his thumb over the crown and squeezing his palm around it. hopefully enough precum will get the ball officially rolling.]

[shashka]

[ see John, this is when you just spit into your hand. it's not sexy but it gets the job done

hearing John moan sent a slight thrill down Adam's spine, even with the slight discomfort. it takes all his willpower, and another kiss to his lifelong friend's neck, to respond in turn, though his breath might vibrate against his skin just a little bit harder.

meanwhile, with his other hand, Adam has managed to work John's pants down just a little bit lower because that was how it's done, finally giving him a chance to reciprocate in full, so to speak. he keeps his touch light, with the point of dragging it out as long as he possibly can. ]

Enjoying yourself?

[ meaning: is there something else you want? he can certainly think of a few things, but he's here for John just as much as John is for him. ]

[camouflage]

Я наслаждаюсь вами.

[even if, somehow, john had been able discern exactly how he wanted this encounter to go, he doubted he'd be able to voice it. not because he's shy, he'd blatantly ask to fuck (or be fucked) if that's what he wanted, but because he's practically tongue-tied. ocelot could sit there and do nothing but talk to him and, for john, that would be enough at this point. he's a 50+ year old man getting to have a real, intimate encounter for the first time in his life with his best friend; john wants everything.

despite his thoughts becoming hazy and pulled in too many directions at once, he still manages to stay on task. he even manages to buck his hips a little at adam's ministrations.]

У вас есть что-то в виду?

[and sure, the veteran could definitely talk in english, but he knew that adam got flustered when he spoke in the man's mother tongue. look, he's learning about this seduction thing.]

[shashka]

[ well, if John wanted to get him off by just talking...

a slight shiver runs through Adam's body. for half his life, he'd been there for his friend, knowing that what they had was enough. and now here was the only person who'd ever really mattered to him, telling him that just his company is enough for him.

it's really more than he ever tried to hope for ]

Несколько вещей.

[ more than a few things. he's had twenty years to shamefully imagine this moment, after all. still... ]

Вы хотите, чтобы я взял на себя инициативу?

[ not because he thinks John has some great breadth of experience, but because between the two of them, Adam has always thought of himself as something of a student, always working to surpass his mentor. while it's different in this case...

... he can't deny that he'd gladly take the lead, just this once. ]

[camouflage]

[is there really any other answer besides 'yes' in this situation?

john is under no false pretenses that he was going to take the reigns here and the whole affair would still turn into something adam deserved. not that the old soldier would never take charge during sex, it's just... he needs practice. you know, practice, perfection, etc. and who really wanted to be a proverbial training dummy during your first hook up. they weren't both hopeless virgins, after all, no need to let adam's expertise go to waste.

besides, john couldn't lie and say the idea of someone else being the boss here made him uneasy. god, he would gladly take a back seat once in a while if it meant he could relax.

instead of answering the spy outright, he grabs ocelot by the back of his head, maneuvering into a biting kiss. it's quick, sloppy, and when john bites down the former blond's lip, he makes sure to squeeze at the base of the man's cock at the same time.]

Покажи мне, как это делается.

[shashka]

[ show me how it's done.

even through his lust-addled mind (and even if John was inexperienced, it really didn't matter in the long run), Adam can't help but think on that a little. he supposes that this meant in his fifty some years, Adam was the first time he'd ever actually done this with a man before. he'd be lying if he said a part of him didn't feel thrilled with that information. still, it made him determined.

or at the very least, determined to prove that he's better in bed than EVA.

so that's why, with his free hand, he's reaching over to the bedstand, grabbing a rather strategically placed lube that Adam had managed to pick up from somewhere.

let's see just how much experience the younger man actually has.]

[camouflage]

[as if that's any real surprise by now, ocelot. if there was anything john was a master of that had nothing to do with fighting, it was being oblivious. hell, it had taken the two of them a mind-meld to finally understand they've been pining after each other all these years. well, maybe someone like big boss isn't one to pine, but he had definitely had a few moments where thoughts of adam had gone beyond 'friendly'.

anyway, point being, he's here now, completely and willing to be at adam's mercy. speaking of.]

Gonna make me wait?

[he remarks with a smirk, realizing full well the irony of those words coming from him. now too focused on the convient lube and fingers ghosting over his own cock, he drops the russian temporarily to get adam to pay attention.]

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[ r e a l l y John? with that smirk on his face, Adam knows that his friend knows the full extent of the irony of him using that particular turn of phrase. and while a slightly frustrated sound might escape his lips at the temporary loss of contact, he matches that smirk in turn. ]

You think you're clever, do you?

[ for just a moment, he pulls his hand back from the older man, though rather than putting the lube on right away, he instead moves to take off his eye patch.

well. if they were going to do this properly... ]

[camouflage]

I keep up with you. [most of the time.

he can't help but slightly hold his breath when the eyepatch slides off his face. the strip of material has practically become an extension of his body he's worn it so much. generally, it only come off when he finds time to sleep in privacy and, even then, he forgets to take it off. which means, otherwise?

it doesn't come off.

the scar underneath isn't exactly neat, shiny and warped like any burn would be. the stitching that keeps his eyelids sealed is newer than the scar itself, sealed a second time after the sordid events of dhkelia. overall, it's not a scar he shows off. not only because it's severe, but, well, revealing it to everyone who would look lessened the importance of it. it was adam's handiwork, after all.]

[shashka]

As you like to remind me.

[ once the eyepatch is gone, Adam gives him a surprisingly soft and tender kiss where his eye once was. on one hand, he supposes that a part of him still feels a little guilty for the eye. after all, he hadn't meant for it to happen. he'd been caught up in the heat of the moment, determined once again to prove himself, and there was John, saving EVA from something she'd really deserved right at that moment.

on the other? there really was something to be said about the fact that he'd left a permanent mark on his rival, that until the day he died, he would always be reminded of him. in that, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride, and it shows in his expression as he leans back down to give his friend another desperate kiss, his other hand working John's pants the rest of the way down. ]

[camouflage]

[okay, maybe she had deserved it. triple spies and everything; john understood.

the tenderness of adam's actions surprise him a little. not because he never thought the spy couldn't be a little soft. well, that's a lie, john hadn't really thought tender would be adam's style until that moment after the whole simulation thing. it surprises him because it the little peck of his lips almost feels like an apology. the way he sees it, ocelot never had anything to apologize for. something in his gut had known he was going to lose an eye, so losing it to adam's revolver? it was certainly better than having it cut out by someone he considered his savior.

but that's really neither here nor there. what's important right now is his friend trying to yank off his pants. john gladly helps him out, mercifully naked at long last. he murmurs adam's name in between lip-locks, voice barely a rumble.]

[shashka]

[ Adam can feel his breathing getting heavier, each time John mentions his name. that was the thing with them having known each other for so long, wasn't it? in retrospect, it would be easy enough for John to figure out what he liked, what impacted him more than anything else.

he pulls back for just a moment, beginning to rub the lube over his fingers and ready to get to the "main event" so to speak. ]

Let me know how it is.

[ with past lovers, all he'd really cared about was reaching completion this was the first time he actually cared about the other person. far softer and slower than he might normally do, he begins running a finger along John's ass before finally reaching his goal

(all the times he'd tried to imagine it, this was not what he'd expected) ]

[camouflage]

[well, adam, at least you had the necessary knowledge to imagine the sex part, at all. john, on the other hand, in his sparse daydreams (or just plain dreams) over the years, had never really imagined anything past dicks touching. fantasizing just about getting adam flustered, having him wear some other expression besides smug or calculating, had (embarrassingly) been enough for the awkward soldier to get off.

now, here he was, naked, dick hard and curved towards his navel, with his best friend's finger in his ass.]

It wouldn't be my first prostate exam.

[haHAA. he knows he should probably take this a little more seriously, they're about to have sex for the first time after 20 years of tension, but it's a little hard not to feel a bit awkward about this part. especially when there's nothing very pressing distracting him. get it]

Never done this before... [just in case that wasn't obvious.]

[shashka]

[ well John... on that level, Adam might be able to relate, ever so slightly. except his fantasies involving the other man were less about flustering him, and more the other man pinning him against a variety of surfaces.

in retrospect, those might've been unrealistic. still, he can't help but smile a little at his friend's attempt to lighten the situation, and feel a slight thrill go through him, knowing that he was the first man that he's ever trusted enough for all of this. ]

...Don't worry. I've got you.

[ if it were anyone else, trusting him would probably be a terrible choice. but, even now, there was no one that Adam wanted to impress more.

for the time being, let's see how John deals with two "pressing issues", as he moves his fingers slightly deeper, hoping to hit that perfect spot. ]