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BABY I COMPARE YOU TO A KISS FROM A ROSE
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 andconspiracy 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. ]
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
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?
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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.
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У тебя все хорошо, старик?
[ for both of their sakes, he'd have to work slowly. ]
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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.
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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. ]
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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.]
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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) ]
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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.]
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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.
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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.]no subject
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. ]
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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.
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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.
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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.]
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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. ]
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look wall sex should be spontaneous ok there's always next timeevery 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.]
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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. ]
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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.]
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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. ]
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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]
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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?! ]
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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.]
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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
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
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. ]
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[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.]
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