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. ]

Comments

[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.]

[shashka]

[ 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. ]

[camouflage]

[don't worry, adam. you might get your wish one day. although the reality of it, of course, would probably be far less fantastic than anything he could ever dream up. anyway.

there's really no two ways to slice it; getting worked open like this wasn't exactly the most comfortable feeling in the world. not that it hurt (john's high pain tolerance would see to that even if it did hurt), but he was thinking too hard about it. thinking so hard about it, in fact, that his face starts to redden, a flush spreading from cheeks to chest. his eye is downcast, watching with rapt attention to what adam was doing.

that's about the moment he almost jumps out of his skin. clinical exams aside, it's the first time anyone's ever massaged him like this. the sensation shoots straight to his cock, precum beading off the shiny tip.]

Блядь.

[shashka]

[ a part of Adam would like to say that no, anything with John would be better than anything he could imagine because it would be real, but those were thoughts for another time. right now, he was just focusing on the effect that he was having on his best friend, watching the blush spread over him, swallowing down a sound when he jumps. it takes all of his willpower not to throw away all caution when the older man curses in Russian of all things. still, he can feel his face beginning to colour, even as he briefly removes his fingers before returning with a third. ]

У тебя все хорошо, старик?

[ for both of their sakes, he'd have to work slowly. ]

[camouflage]

[instead of whatever cheeky answer he might've come back with, all he manages is a moan as three fingers hit his prostate dead-on. he'd love to remind adam that he wasn't exactly a spring chicken, either, but all words, no matter what language, completely escape him while those fingers assault him. well, not assault, adam clearly is trying to slow down, but the sensation is new, taking up all available brain power.

it's honestly a miracle he doesn't cum.

john's hands grip in the sheets on the bed, muscles on his thighs and abdomen quivering every so often from his friend's ministrations.]

Это пытка.

[shashka]

[ nine years is still nine years, John. though, truthfully, as the both of them got older, it had begun to seem like it mattered less and less. still... it was one of the few times he could lord something over the other man.

again, it remains difficult to keep composure with John like that. finally, with his free hand, he reaches to work his own pants down, revealing just how much he's also impacted, cock still dripping ever so slightly despite how long it's been since he's been touched.

honestly, it's a miracle that he hasn't come yet either... ]

Вы хотите, чтобы я остановился?

[ he knows the answer, but he really wants to hear it come out of John's mouth. ]

[camouflage]

[of course he would choose this moment to showcase that patented Ocelot Smugness. there was no doubt in john's mind that adam knew full-well his answer to that question and he would've held out longer just to spite him, except there was no way he was going to do any such thing. stamina was something john had in spades, but when it came to sex? he was woefully lacking. an unfortunate and unsurprising side effect to being (almost completely) a virgin for his entire life.

though he glowers at the spy, any real venom is sapped out of the look due to the fact that his cheeks are red and his cock looks like a leaky faucet. he looks adam right in the eye as he bluntly replies:]

Трахи меня.

[no beating around the bush here.]

[shashka]

[ please, John. it was so rare that he'd ever bested his rival at anything. let him have this moment. or, at least he might've said something along those lines if his friend wasn't begging him to fuck him in Russian of all things.

and far be it for Adam to keep him waiting. in one quick motion, he removes his fingers, and begins pressing softly into his friend, far gentler than he might under normal circumstances.

(of course, gentle was a word seldom, if ever, applied to Ocelot. he trusts that John can keep a secret) ]

[camouflage]

[adam can have his moment; john is clearly too wrapped up in the feeling of having a dick inside of him to say anything else. he doesn't moan or gasp, only exhaling breath he hadn't realized he was holding to calm himself. the way the former blond presses into him isn't so strangely gentle, john has a moment of disconnect between who's between his legs and the man he's called friend for so long.

not that he hates it, of course.

if anything, the languid intrusion gives his body a moment to cool down, arousal not so desperately tightening in his gut. maybe he'll be able to make it to the end without making an embarrassment of himself. to further distract himself, john pulls the spy closer, initiating a slow kiss.]

[shashka]

[ Adam is grateful for the fact that John seems to be holding up, at least. for a minute or two, it had almost seemed as if they wouldn't actually make it to this point. it takes every ounce of self control he has not to quicken his pace that much, knowing that he'd likely be done for just as quickly as his older friend.

no. he wants to savour this moment. when John pulls him closer, he eagerly returns the kiss, murmuring soft words in Russian in between the kisses.

next time, they'd have to be a little more adventurous. ]

[camouflage]

[look, adam, give him a break, okay? he just had to deal with being anally fingered for sexual reasons for the first time in his life. that's about as adventurous as he wants to get right now. but next time, and there will be a next time, he'd be willing to go an extra mile.

for now, though, he's just cataloguing every sensation, how each touch seems to light up every nerve in his body. is it because he spent most of his life in self-imposed starvation of touch? or was is simply because it was adam, someone he had longed to have at his side? maybe a bit of both.

point is, john's enjoying himself no matter how many off-kilter jokes he makes. a shaky breath shudders through him when adam is finally all the way in, hand reaching between the both of them to curiously brush where they're joined. if anyone had told john that he'd be having sex with his best friend (in space</strike) just a few years ago, he probably would've laughed at them.]

[shashka]

[ there is really something about knowing that the person you're with is almost as glad to be here as you are (because let's be real, is there really anyone as thirsty as Adam). for years, Adam had accepted that nothing was ever going to happen between the two of them, and yet, here they were, together in every sense of the word.

he leans in for another kiss, though is briefly distracted by John's hand, instead pressing their foreheads together, giving only a slight roll of his hips. ]

...Looks like I finally got an edge on you for once.

[ his voice is barely louder than a whisper. ]

[camouflage]

[sadly, john had never really entertained the idea of them being together. not because he wouldn't want it or had thought it absolutely preposterous. for the longest time, all he had simply wanted out of adam was just to see him. they were truly the only ones who knew each other best; to not be able to have someone john could drop the act around, it was hard.

but, at least, they were here now. better late than never, right?]

Enjoy it while you can. [he wears that patented smirk of his proudly, legs falling open just a little more to pull adam closer.] I'm a quick study.

[shashka]

[ it had always been that way between the two of them, even from the moment that they met as "enemies". John had always been the only man who saw him as who he was, not just as every other mask that he put on.

Adam can't help but return that smirk with a grin of his own, leaning in for another kiss and picking up his pace.

John might be a quick study, but when it comes to this round? Adam's got the upper hand, so to speak.

not that he's going to need to use any hands to make his friend come. ]

[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.]