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Alright guys, bear with me rq but.. trillionaire!Nik and gardener!John.

39 year old Nik, who has tons of money to dump anywhere he pleases and has options upon options of guys he can choose to fuck around with and spend said money on, but chooses to fawn over his gardener all day instead.

28 year old John, who graduated university with all honors and is now working for said Russian to be able to pay off his student debt and buy him time to figure out what he wants to do in life.

John notices the way Nik looks at him when he’s out in his private garden trimming the hedges or repotting a succulent. Notices the way the man’s eyes linger on the sweat slowly sliding down his face, or the way his back has a slight arch to it when he’s down on his knees cleaning up a rose bush. He notices the discreet touches on his shoulder or lower back, and the way Nik’s eyes seem to rove over him when he comes inside the ridiculously large mansion for a break, baby blues light and lovely with energy while his muscles are taut with exertion.

Oh what Nik would give to have his gardener in his bed just once. One chance is all Nik wants, to be able to feel and fiddle with the Brit until he’s putty in his arms. To press his hands down on his lower back to correct the man’s arch when he’s behind him during doggy style. To be able to control the powerful body he’s had the fortune of seeing for months until it’s ruined for any other man.

Because John is Nik’s gardener. His landscaper. He’s had eyes on him for the longest, and he’ll be damned if anyone other than him gets first dibs.

..Hm.

I think that Price has an unhealthy addiction to any sorting or organizing game.

When he first got a phone he didn’t really use it much because— what’s it good for except making calls and texting when needed, or reading the weather? But when he sees an ad for a game called Nuts Sort.. it was over from there.

Nik didn’t really mind when he saw his husband first playing it. In fact, he was happy that John was using his phone for something other than mundanity. But when he begins to play it in the middle of sleepless nights or when Nik’s trying to serenade him, the Russian begins to grow irritated because now that “stupid granny game”(as he’d call it) was taking up his love’s time and attention.

So.. if the game so happens to disappear from his phone the next day and Nik fucks him feverishly over their dresser to help him forget about the game forever then.. ah, who gives a shit right?

Price waking up in a bad mood one morning and giving Nik the cold shoulder despite his attempts at trying to get the Brit to open up and talk to him(or at least get him out of his funk).

By the end of the week Nik is fed up and one afternoon when Price is in the kitchen with his back turned, Nik comes up behind him and traps him against the counter, hands slowly creeping up his shirt to rest on his toned stomach and then drifting up to mess with two perked nipples, pinching lightly.

Price tried to pry Nik off at first, truly he did, but he soon gave in and now he was bent over the counter getting his attitude guts rearranged while Nik whispered filthy Russian into his ear, a large hairy hand gripping his waist so the captain wouldn’t try to escape the pleasure that was being given to him(and if he was in a better mood the following week, nobody spoke on what got him there).

Had to come back to this bc good Lord was this something.

Nik being strong enough to pick Price up when he's in a bad mood and just put him on the bench of his workshop.

Price is in air jail and now at the perfect height for when Nik tugs the zipper of his flight suit down to reveal that fluffy chest, those burly arms, that glorious belly and happy trail that leads to the weapon between his legs.

Honestly I don't think John could work those cargo pants off fast enough, maybe Nik forgoes that entirely and cuts a neat hole right in the crotch and rips to get at his prize.

Price is walking (Maybe a little bow-legged) out of there a hell of a lot happier than when he walked in.

The lads chip in for a nice takeaway for Nik for helping them out (Dealing with Price's shitty mood)

Nik uses his dick as a captain tamer.

cw: anal sex, mild brat taming, a little rough.

John’s temper was nothing new. Nik had experienced it in its various permutations through the years. It was like a hurricane; loud, destructive, and indiscriminate in the damage it caused, taking out friends and foes alike. But it eventually ran out of wind; surviving it was simply a case of moving out of its way until the inevitable conclusion. And, just like a storm, it wasn’t personal, but a natural byproduct of all the pressures and stresses weighing on John’s shoulders. He was only human.

Sometimes, however, the bad mood would fail to wear itself out and John would become more cantankerous as time wore on and his frustration built. If he was particularly tired, stressed, his body wound tight, feeding his brain a continuous flow of cortisol and catecholamines, then his grizzly mood was liable to last for days. A dark cloud hanging over the base and Task Force, suffocating.

It was day three this time and Nik’s patience had worn out. It was time to give the feral bastard what he needed. The lieutenant called it ‘a good seeing to’ and the sergeants, while not quite brave enough to say it to John’s face, said he was always a bit more human after he’d been stuffed with cock. Nik had worked out it was the act of having control stripped out of his hands, his mind emptied of all but pleasure, and his body flooded with endorphins from an orgasm. It stopped the spiral in its tracks. Even if it was only a reprieve to simply clear his head, it was often enough to give him the breathing room he needed to resolve the problem. He would deny it, of course, but John surrendered every time.

Nik finished the maintenance he’d been performing on the Black Hawk’s main rotary engine and washed his hands clean in the workshop sink, careful to remove the grease and grime from his cuticles. It was late. Most of the base had either retired to the barracks, gone home to their local residences, or headed out to the pub, but John was still here, huffing and growling over the laptop on the nearby workbench. “I can’t fuckin’ believe they’re takin’ Simon for another trainin’ seminar, puts him out for three fuckin’ days—“

Nik had invited him in to discuss some intel, citing his need to continue maintenance to stay on schedule as the reason for the location and, ever diligent, John had arrived on time with his laptop in tow, unknowingly sliding right into Nik's trap. Nik turned off the taps and returned briefly to his heli to dip into his duffle bag for the lube before he approached John at the bench. He slid his hands around John’s waist just as he closed his mouth beneath the hinge of his jaw, sucking a mark into soft skin.

“Ah, fuck, Nik—“ John went rigid in Nik’s hands, almost knocking the laptop off the workbench as he span to face him. “You randy bloody bastard, ‘ve got work t’ finish."

Those fierce blue eyes, the stern set of John's face, they would have struck quivering fear into the heart of many a man. But all Nik saw was the stress, the tension, the bone deep exhaustion, all locked up tight behind a safety valve that needed a practiced hand to release it. “Nyet, you are done for the evening.”

“Oh fuckin’ reall—“

He didn’t finish. Nik leaned forward and swept the laptop to the side, before grabbing John’s narrow hips and lifting him effortlessly onto the bench. He shoved his way between John’s knees, not letting him clam up, the expanse of one big hand staying at the base of John’s back to keep him from wriggling away.

John wrestled with him, fists bunching in his flight suit and shoving against his chest, their first kiss more teeth than tongue or lips. But as the heat of Nik's body enveloped him, their crotches pulled flush, chests together, John stopped thrashing in Nik's arms. Nik took it as the first defeat, drawing back to nuzzle John's beard.

"Lemme up, ya muppet."

"Nyet " Nik straightened a little, creating a gap between them even if he remained between John's legs.

"Nik," John growled his warning, but it was a hollow threat.

“You will do as you are told, captain. Good boys get rewards.”

Nik knew the low rumble of his voice, the manhandling, it stirred something primal and receptive in the back of John’s mind. He watched those bright baby blues widen before they dropped to Nik’s hand, following it like a hawk tracking a mouse as Nik grasped the zipper of his flight suit and tugged it down, deliberate in the glacial pace of its progress.

John’s mouth dropped open as curls of black chest hair emerged between parting metal teeth, Nik’s dusky nipples peaking in the cool air, and John’s greedy hands slid across the heat of newly revealed skin, following the firm contours of his tits. Nik leaned forward to kiss John’s neck again, encouraging his touch, and this time his captain relaxed, his legs spreading a little further apart as his hips tilted. He was begging to be fucked. Nik would take John here as planned, and then he would take him to his bed to exhaust him into complete surrender.

Nik tugged his flight suit open to its fullest extent, his cock arching up in readiness where he hadn't bothered with underwear knowing his intentions with John that evening. He popped a few of John's shirt buttons to kiss the furry perk of his pecs, smiling against John's skin as he squirmed, opening his belt and fly with practiced ease. "Oh, fuck, Nik, no, not here..."

"Da, here," Nik replied, listening to John's tone, his body, rather than his words; the way he gasped so desperately and arched into Nik's heat screamed please, please, please. He didn't resist when Nik slid his arms beneath his thighs and grasped his waistband, lifting his arse for a moment to yank his Carhartts and boxers down his thighs.

John hissed as his flushed skin settled back on the cold surface of the workbench, eager for the return of Nik's palms around the upper curve of his cheeks and the dip of his tailbone. John had an exquisite arse; firm, muscular and round. Perfect for bouncing on a cock. Nik kneaded the top of it as he nipped along the edge of John's jaw to his ear lobe, relishing the powerful body writhing enthusiastically in his arms. Who was Nik trying to kid? John was perfect in every way, even with his penchant for sulking.

Nik earned his first needy moan when he let the tip of his cock kiss the tight furl of John's hole, the slightest pressure rubbing his wet slit against the fluttering muscle in an insistent tease. He nuzzled John's beard as he fished the lube out of his pocket and flicked the lid off with his thumb. John's hands pushed beneath the fabric of his flight suit to grip his shoulders, one looping behind Nik's neck to play in the curls at the nape of his neck. John flinched when Nik squeezed the lube onto his balls, the tube clattering on the workbench when it was cast aside. "Bastard..."

Nik smirked, smoothing warm fingers gently down the seam of John's sac to his taint, circling, teasing his rim with little tugs at the opening. When the first finger dipped inside, Nik swallowed John's groan with a kiss, tongue licking into his mouth when it fell open in a shock of pleasure. John didn't need much coaxing, his body opening eagerly around one and then two probing fingers. Nik crooked them up, John's cock flicking as Nik's fingertips rubbed over his prostate. John panted, his head falling back, the filthy noise of Nik's fingers squelching into his hole accented by his soft whimpers. Blunt fingernails dug into Nik's skin as John clung to him, his leaking cock fully hard against the unblemished milky softness of his inner thigh.

"Ah, ah, Nik... Mm, fuck... Ah..."

"Da, solnyshko. Just a little more and I will give you what you need."

Nik could make John come like this, but his balls ached and there was only one place he wanted to empty them; to watch John unspool on his cock was a privilege he deserved. He pulled his fingers out slowly, his thumb tugging down at John's slick, puffy hole as he smeared lube and precum over his crown and down his shaft, tongue between his teeth as he groaned at the sweet anticipation of what awaited. He was so hard, cock throbbing in his grip, balls already tight, and he took a moment to steady himself before sliding his arms beneath John's thighs again, John's booted feet dangling either side of his back, his trousers bunch just shy of his knees.

His fingers pressed into the flesh of John's hips to keep him still as he ground the tip of his cock over the slick skin of John's taint, lower lip between his teeth as John shivered in his grasp, hips tilting again, urging, begging with his body. Nik's tip notched against his hole and Nik held him firm as he thrust inside, John's body gaping wide around the flare of his crown and thick shaft. John quaked in his arms, thighs trembling, his soft, tortured noises nursing a primal delight deep inside Nik's chest.

Nik kept going, sinking into John's body, inch by aching inch, even as it bore down around him in desperation.

"Fuck, Nik, Nik!"

"Da, my love. Surrender to me as you yearn to..."

It wasn't simply the act of sex. Penetration itself was not surrender and John had ridden Nik's cock from above many times, in complete control as Nik ceded, leaning back into the pillows with his eyes closed. But this act, of letting the tension and frustration melt from his body, of giving in to the pleasure of sex with a man who knew how to pluck every string, of finally letting his mind empty and his muscles relax. That was surrender.

Nik pressed deeper, achingly slow, clutching heat struggling with the girth and length. Every time John's channel fluttered, pulsing between relaxing and gripping, Nik seized more ground. John's eyes rolled back as Nik nestled in his guts and finally bottomed out with a satisfied groan, John's stretched hole pressed against the dark curls of his pubic hair. Nik kissed trembling, spit slick lips, rocking gently, staying deep as he hollowed out his place in John's body. "Mm, detka. You are so tight. Relax, breathe..."

"Nik, ah, fuck, Nik. I'so much, hng."

"Ssh, I know, but you are... mm, taking me so well. All you have to do is let go."

Nik didn't give him any choice. He drew out until John's body sucked on his tip, clenching around it in greedy throbs, before he thrust his full length back in. John bit out a soft, startled cry, back arching as his nails bit into Nik's shoulders. Nik leaned into his lover's neck, the downy curls of his chest hair pressing to the warm swells of his firm chest as he clutched his hips tight to pull them into his cock. The next thrust was just as firm, just as demanding, shaking the table on which John sat.

Nik picked up a bruising pace, forcing John's body into submission with each deep thrust, wet skin slapping wetly as the table rattled under the force of Nik's hips pounding against John's arse. John clung to him, unable to find purchase anywhere but Nik's shoulders as he was fucked hard, Nik's palms providing a softer cushion for him to be pressed into, keeping him from being shoved away so that he was made to take every thrust to the hilt at an angle that sent relentless curls of pleasure arcing up the length of his body.

John shook apart so beautifully, his first orgasm was dry, triggered purely by the insistent, relentless drag of Nik's cock over his prostate. Nik felt the first tremors of it and leaned in to coach him through with whispered encouragement, "da, John, such a good boy, let it happen..."

John's body milked him in tight pulses and Nik watched in awe as John's pleasure unspooled through him, his limbs shaking, broad chest heaving in rattling breaths through loud, high-pitched whines, completely overwhelmed at the full body experience of coming on Nik's cock. It was like a molten heat that burned away the last of the tension and left him pliant and open in Nik's arms.

John's hole relaxed, sloppy with lube and wells of precum, the perfect sheath for Nik's cock, still sucking hungrily on Nik's length every time he withdrew before slamming back inside. Nik chased his high, growling into John's neck, nipping at his hammering pulse to taste the sweat on his skin. His climax crept up his spine, a vine of tension pulling him tight, and he nipped John's ear. "Touch yourself, detka."

John grabbed his cock obediently, pumping down its slick length in furious jerks that matched Nik's pace, his moans reaching a crescendo as he was trapped between two pleasure centres. Nik felt John tighten again, another orgasm, and it teased him over into his own. His hips jerked, stuttering against John's arse, as his cock pulsed its first load deep in John's body. John followed him over the brink, the flood of heat inside him making his eyes roll back as his cock painted his hand and shirt in thick ropes of cum as he was filled with it.

Nik's vision greyed, the force of his own pleasure leaving him breathless as his cock twitched in John's channel. He hadn't realised how pent up he'd been, his balls offering a seemingly endless breeding. He panted hot breaths against John's skin, the tip of his nose resting in the bristles of his beard, lips placing soft, fleeting kisses as his body finally finished. When he finally gathered enough coordination to draw out, the filthy noise of his cock withdrawing made him growl with pleasure, his seed welling at John's hole to drip down the curve of his arse to the floor.

When he lowered John's feet, his legs shook, and he lifted him off the table by the hips. "Go to your room. When I get there, I expect to find you naked in bed," Nik said.

John might have argued if he hadn't been completely spaced, his eyes soft in post-orgasmic bliss. Nik helped him right his belt and trousers and then watched him hobble out of the workshop. Once his captain had disappeared from sight, Nik turned his attention to tidying his tools, a little jelly-legged as he strolled about his workshop.

Nik would find John showered and snoozing, naked and warm beneath his blankets, about an hour later. He washed himself, removing the grime and sweat of the workshop, and slipped in beside him to rub his back and shoulders. John roused slowly, content to let Nik ease his aches, legs spreading when those strong fingers slid between them for a second round, his hole buttery soft, eager for Nik's touch. He was impossible to resist.

OMG??😭😭(hm.. that’s a thought).

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@on-a-lucky-tide @homosexualgirlandbags👀

I think that Nik and Price enjoy thigh-fucking, Nik moreso than his lover.

Nik especially loves to get between John’s thighs after they’ve come back from the gym and one spent their time actually working out while the other spent their time fantasizing about the many positions they’d put their S/O in.

It doesn’t matter if John’s hot and sweaty, to Nik, it just makes everything easier because now he doesn’t have to waste time lubing up and can instead just slide on in!

If John gets overstimulated and tries to move his thighs apart, Nik will hold them together with all his might and speed up, causing his husband to cry out and whimper until he’s putty against his chest.

(More on this paragraph from my last tibbit)

Sometimes when John is being a prick, Nikolai will drag him to a janitor’s closet and put his mouth to better use instead of listening to him chatter about how he could take him in a fist fight.

But if John’s being too much of a prick one day, he’ll take him to the hangar, sit them both down in the pilot seat, and watch the sergeant squirm and ride his meaty thigh until he’s a crying, writhing mess.

..kinda like now..

After a few too many insults one day during evac training, Nik excused the two of them because apparently he needed help grabbing something in the hangar(even though he’s perfectly capable of getting it himself), and drags John along.

Now a good thirty minutes have passed and John is on his second orgasm, back arching and hands grabbing at the armrests as he pants, fogging the windows up.

“Take your time lyubov', we’ve got all the time in the world.” Nik mutters as he watches the sergeant squirm.

“N-Nik.” John grunted, trying to move off Nik’s thigh as he became increasingly overstimulated. “Nik, please-”

Suddenly the Russian grabbed his hips and pulled him back onto his leg, beginning to bounce his thigh. This caused the Brit to cry out, body shaking and tears pricking in the corners of his eyes as Nik held him tightly, leaning in to whisper filthy words in different languages to John, which soon pushed him over the edge as he came for the third time.

“Khoroshiy mal'chik.” Nik said with a grin, kissing down John’s neck slowly before nipping at his collarbone. “If you’ll hump a leg like this, I wonder how you’d hump a c-”

“Shut up.” John choked out, mustering up his best glare despite it looking just a bit too desperate. “Yer’ nothin’ but a mangy dog.”

Nik pauses in his seat for a second, staring up at the sergeant with a blank look. John stares back down in triumph because, for a singular second he thought that he was finally able to shut the pilot up.

..Oh how he was sorely mistaken, because in the next minute he was in the chair with his legs thrown over Nik’s shoulders, feeling the hard bulge of the man between his legs and how hot and mean it felt.

“Ready to test my earlier theory dorogoy?” Nik asks as he unzips his jumpsuit and shifts his boxers to let his length spring free, hitting John’s thigh with a soft thud.

John’s eyes widen a bit as he took in the sight of the Russian, noting how pre dribbled down his shaft in stringy lines and dripped onto the seat, soaking it in small, sticky dots.

Ah man.. what’s John gotten himself into?

UGH, John being an aggressive little prick when he’s flustered is so him.

He does things without thinking sometimes, so one day when Nik decides to comment on his freckles he curses the man to the moon and back before leaving with his heart pounding out of his chest.

Nik finds it endearing too, likes to see the man get riled up at his comments and scream at him or get physical, and though Nik is stronger than John and can easily subdue him, giving him the illusion that he’s putting Nik in his place is fun to watch.

One day though, when Nik finally decides that he’s had enough of the sass and the insults, he’ll carry the sergeant all the way to his helicopter in the hangar, sit in the pilot seat, and make John ride his thigh until he’s a whining, whimpering mess.

Obsessing over the idea of AgeGap!NikPrice where Nik(32) meets Price(22) when he’s coming to assist on a mission and sees the sergeant mouthing off to his Captain with little fear and a lot of audacity and saying something about how he “looked like he had a tumor of his nose”(he’d broken it a few days ago), and that he should just “let him lead” because he wouldn’t be able to “see around his second head”(which earns him toilet duty later).

And from that day forward, the criminal pilot was infatuated with the snappy Brit. His confidence, his whit, especially his lack of care for authority. He was headstrong and mouthy, and he definitely had the strength to back it up, and Nikolai could admire that.

He didn’t start to love him until one day when he’d said something that got the sergeant riled up and punched him in the nose. Apparently, commenting on how pretty his eyes were was somewhat of a death wish in John’s world, but Nik soon thought otherwise when he caught the sergeant’s freckled ears turning red and his cheeks a light shade of pink.

..and I can’t bring myself to finish this.. ran out of ideas. Someone help me please!!!! @homosexualgirlandbags any ideas stinker?😓

Obsessing over the idea of AgeGap!NikPrice where Nik(32) meets Price(22) when he’s coming to assist on a mission and sees the sergeant mouthing off to his Captain with little fear and a lot of audacity and saying something about how he “looked like he had a tumor of his nose”(he’d broken it a few days ago), and that he should just “let him lead” because he wouldn’t be able to “see around his second head”(which earns him toilet duty later).

And from that day forward, the criminal pilot was infatuated with the snappy Brit. His confidence, his whit, especially his lack of care for authority. He was headstrong and mouthy, and he definitely had the strength to back it up, and Nikolai could admire that.

He didn’t start to love him until one day when he’d said something that got the sergeant riled up and punched him in the nose. Apparently, commenting on how pretty his eyes were was somewhat of a death wish in John’s world, but Nik soon thought otherwise when he caught the sergeant’s freckled ears turning red and his cheeks a light shade of pink.

..and I can’t bring myself to finish this.. ran out of ideas. Someone help me please!!!! @homosexualgirlandbags any ideas stinker?😓

I like to think that when Price gets mad, he gets petty.

Oh, Gaz wants to switch his sugar out for salt? Seasonings of any kind are banned for a month.

Soap locked him out while it was raining? He’ll stand at attention outside during a thunderstorm until Price gets tired of looking at him.

Ghost hid a pack of his favorite cigars? He’ll hide his toothpaste, toothbrush, hygiene products, basically everything, and make him hunt for it.

But when Nik upsets him to the point where he doesn’t even want to talk it out, he’ll ban him to the couch until he gets sick at the lack of physical touch and huddles beside his husband on the small space.

Nikolai’s favorite thing on John is his thighs(and his ass, but that’s a story for another day).

He loves the plump firmness of them, loves to squeeze them or feel them squeeze him, and whenever John’s sitting somewhere or laying down, he’ll lay his head right in his lap and doze off or read a book.

…

Whenever he’s eating John out, he’ll purposely change paces to feel him clench around his head and grind against his face, barely having the luxury of hearing those deep, wanton noises the Captain makes as he approaches his inevitable climax.

If he suffocates, he’ll do it with dignity.. and spend on face.

I don’t care WHO or WHERE I get it from, but I demand more omegaverse!NikPrice asap😾.

I feel like Nik has a tattoo of John’s name somewhere on his chest. Whether that be on his left tit, right tit, or smack dab in the middle, none of that matters to John when he’s kissing his husband’s torso and working his way down to the bulge in his pants.

I also feel like John has a tattoo of Nik’s name on his lower back just above his ass. Whenever the two are alone and he has his shirt off, Nik will trace the design gently with his left hand while the right is fondling his husband to the point of no return.

Imagining Nik having a habit of coming up behind John and wrapping his arms around his waist while John leans into him.

It happens anywhere really. In fact, that small action of affection is how the boys found out about the two(or at least put their theories to rest).

I think that John has freckles and beauty marks on every inch of his skin, and when he and Nik are lying somewhere, the big Russian with gently kiss every freckle and every mole until John’s a giggling, squirming mess.

…

(And when they’re in bed together, Nik will keep John’s legs open and kiss those thick hairy thighs until he gets to the real prize.)

John being in a toxic relationship with someone and ranting to Nik about it one late night in his office while they were sharing a drink.

Nik taking a video of John an hour later bent over his own desk and moaning out Nik’s name like he was a deity to be praised. (Nik also answering the phone when said S/O calls to chew John out so they can hear their boyfriend more clearly.)

Uhhhh John grabbing at Nik’s full hairy man tits while riding him uhmmmm and moaning like he owns them hmmmm Nik groping at John’s fat ass urmmmmmmm and grinning because he does own it uhhhhhhh..

I think that Price likes to nerd about things. He and Nik both do, but the thing about John is that once he starts.. you can’t really shut him up.

Nik’s learned this one too many times when he’s brought up a subject that his husband is very educated in, and has had to sit through hours of him going on and on about it(not that he minds).

But if Nik did, however, want to get John to be quiet and take a breather, then he’ll plop him down on his lap and kiss at his neck until John blows a fuse and stops working.

What if one day Nik is helping John with his garden out back and it gets really hot so he ties up his hair into a man bun before lifting two heavy bags of soil, one under his arm and the other over his shoulder.

John sees this and drags that man back inside for a few minutes before they come back out to finish planting the Marigold seeds.

In another universe where John has an amazing family(no drunk dads allowed!) he brings Nik over for the holidays and boy oh boy do they stuff that man with food. I’m talkin’ ham, rolls, gravy, whatever you can think of(and Nik being Nik, of course he’s gonna get down).

“Johnathan, do you not feed this man? He’s practically bone!” His grandma says as she fills Nik’s plate up with another round of turkey and gravy.

“Nana, he’s well fed. We cook together every night.” John says with a cocked eyebrow and a sly grin, glancing over at Nik who’s busy trying not to choke on the rolls his aunt was feeding him. “Goodness, don’t kill him auntie Julie!”

“I’m not trying to!” His aunt exclaims as she pats Nik on the back. “Just tryna fatten him up is all.”

“I am— appreciative.” Nik says as he scarfs down the last of the rolls, cheeks flushing as John reaches over to wipe the corners of his mouth. “But trust, I eat enough with my husband. He fattens me up every chance he can get.”

John nods at this.

Suddenly, one of John’s nieces looks up at the two of them and grins widely.

“When are you having kids? I want a cousin!”

The table erupts into commotion. John and Nik blank out for the rest of the evening.

Seeing John mad gets Nik all hot and bothered. He likes seeing those baby blues turn furious and narrowed, and he especially loves when his lips move faster than his brain and he says whatever’s on his mind to whoever he wants.

It takes him back to when they were younger and John was nothing but a quick-witted, smart-mouthed Sergeant who had no regard for authority or the President himself.

His favorite thing, however, is when John directs his anger at Nik, because then he can break him down from that anger and take his sweet time building him back up into a pliant puddle of mush in their bed(or whatever surface they crashed onto).

I feel like Nik’s been kicked to the couch before, but the reasons could vary as to why.

Did he make John’s tea wrong?

Did he not give him his morning hug?(which is impossible because he always does)

Is it because he found out that Nik accidentally put bleach in the washer and ruined his favorite shirt?

Or maybe he finally found the plant Nik accidentally water-boarded when he was washing dishes.

Either way, the possibilities are endless and Nik will live to see another day. The real issue is if John decides that he can’t touch him anymore.

Mr. and Mrs. Smith but it’s NikPrice.

Nik’s father always told him to never mix chemicals together because it could be deadly to himself and everyone around him, and God he wishes he’d listened to him instead of getting involved with a certain Captain from a certain TaskForce, because a small issue can lead into something big, and then they argue, and then they drink, and then they have drunken sex, and then they wake up with a headache in the morning.

“I hate you.” John grunts as Nik thrusts wildly in and out of him, brows furrowed and eyes hazy with lust and something dangerously close to spite. “Can never stop sleepin’ around.”

“Would not have to if you made time for me.” Nik responds with a bitter tone, which soon turns into a groan as he feels John clench around his length. “Ебать!”

“You prick. You know that I’ve tried, and when I do-“ He pauses with a whimper, feeling himself nearing his climax. “Y-You’re always-“

Suddenly, John’s body tenses up and he clamps his thighs around Nik as he comes, a filthy moan leaving his lips and strings of his release splattering on his stomach.

Nik doesn’t stop though, no. Instead, he goes harder and faster, overstimulating John’s senses to where he can only babble out “I hate you’s” and “Nik’s”, stars dancing in his vision as his prostate is assaulted over and over again.

“You hate me and yet you always end up here, in my bed beneath me.” Nik grunts as he stares down at John, shifting a bit to piston deeper into the Captain. “Why do you think that is, hm?”

John begins to get louder, eyes flying open and back arching as his body begins to tremble.

“If you hate me so much, why not get rid of me. Ignore me, ship me out to a different base, kill me.” Nik says, and John musters up the best frown he could and looks away. But Nik won’t have that and brackets the man’s head between his arms before leaning down so they could be eye to eye. “Look at me Johnathan. Look at me. Answer the question.”

And as their eyes met, Nik lets out a feral grunt before catching John’s lips in his own, tongues dancing and teeth clashing in the sloppiest way possible with Nik coming inside the Brit, who soon followed.

Soon, Nik pulls away and stares dead into John’s hazy blue eyes, a string of saliva still connecting the two. He then leans down and kisses his neck, working his way up to his ear and kissing the shell of it before grinning.

“Because you can’t.” The Russian says simply, and John can do nothing but let out a whimper as Nik flips him over on his knees and pushes his chest down to the mattress, face buried into the satin pillow case that laid on the bed as Nik began fucking him once more(and if they ended up cuddling right after and holding each other so tight that they could barely breathe, then sue them).

Hm.. John in his office focusing on reports and hearing Nik come in but not paying him any mind, even as the Russian moves him out of the seat just so he could sit in the brute’s lap.

Twenty minutes later he’s bent over his own damn desk with shaky legs and hazy eyes, Nik thrusting into him at a slow pace and not going any faster because he “wants him to focus” and will only reward him once he “gets done with that file”.

John is a hair’s inch away from spewing out some sassy remark when Nik shuts him up with a hard thrust that knocks the wind from his lungs and puts tears in his eyes, mind fogging even more as the pen falls from his hand.

“Awe, are you losing focus милый?” Nik would tease, leaning over the captain to trap him underneath his larger frame. “Should I stop so you can focus?”

“No.” John is would grunt, grabbing the pen and beginning to scribble some nonsense.

“There we go. That’s my resilient little soldier.” Nik says lowly as he begins to thrust faster, muttering filthy and degrading things into his lover’s ear until said lover cums all over the side of his desk.

“Tsk tsk.” Nik says as he continues thrusting, overstimulating John’s senses further and eating up the mewls and wanton noises that spill from his lips. “You made a mistake, so it looks like we must start over again.”

And start over again they did(and if anyone heard anything remotely close to sex coming from Price’s office, no they didn’t).

Imagine NikPrice wearing one of those corny but funny couple shirts and Nik’s says, “I come in peace”, while Price’s says, “I’m peace”.

During the few months that the two get to know each other, (MafiaBoss)Nik begins to notice a few things about (FancyEventSinger)Price.

He notices how he has his own style despite his manager wanting him to wear tighter clothes to gain more attention. He notices how he expertly maintains eye contact with people in the crowd, like a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He notices how he seems close with three of the bartenders and waitresses there, and he also notices that sometimes, the man can be forgetful when a lot is on his plate.

Kinda like now.

As Nik was waiting at the back entrance after another performance he saw John come out with his usual satchel and in a different, more comfortable outfit, but one thing he noticed he was missing was his jacket, and he didn’t like that because— what the fuck? It’s fifteen degrees and it’ll only get colder from there, so where is this man’s jacket?

“I forgot it at home. Had stuff to do.”

“And you did not think to come to me?”

“What’s the need? My car has heat anyway, I’ll be fine.”

“Then I guess you will also be fine when you turn into— euh, what do you call it..— uh, Frosty the Snowman.”

John lets out an amused chuckle, and Nik feels his cheeks getting hotter.

“My point is,” he clears his throat. “you need a jacket.”

“And where will I get that from?”

Suddenly, he feels the weight of a long leather jacket on his shoulders, and John feels it for a second before looking over to Nik.

“This is expensive leather.” He huffs, brows furrowing as he begins to take the jacket off. “I can’t wear that.”

“And why not?” Nik asks as he stops him and pulls it tighter around his body.

John looks at him before huffing again, brows furrowing deeper as he looks Nik over.

“And what will you wear? It’s 15 degrees just like you said.”

“I am used to cold temperatures, like- uh, yes, Elsa. The cold never bothered me anyway .”

John let out a genuine laugh at that, and suddenly Nik found himself wanting. Wanting to have the opportunity to see him smile, hear him laugh at his jokes. Wanting to be near his endearing personality more often than just seeing him whenever he performs. Wanting to be a constant in his the singer’s life because— once you’ve found the sun, why go back to a match?

Nik walks John to his car per usual, and John hands Nik back his coat despite the Russian’s pleas of wanting him to keep it(it felt good when John had something of his, smelt of him).

“Stay warm Nikolai.”

“Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?”

John just rolls his eyes and gets ready to close his door but stops, brows furrowing just a tad.

He then gets out and comes up to Nik before giving him a light kiss on the cheek, stepping back to watch the way the Russian’s cheeks heat up despite his own ears burning hot.

“Felt wrong to leave without giving you something.” John muttered, watching Nik’s eyes light up.

“Right.” Nik said, unable to peel his gaze away from the Brit even as he went back to his car and began to pull out of the parking lot.

At the Russian’s continuing stares, John rolled down his window just to yell at him.

“Get back inside! It’s cold out!”

“Right!” Nik shouts as he walks backwards to the door, damn near tripping over his own feet.

(And if wishing for more kisses in the future was criminal, then lock the both of them up.)

I think that John absolutely despises the Winter season. And don’t get him wrong— he loves the holidays. Loves spending time with Nik and Laswell and his boys, but why on God’s green earth must it be so damn freezing?? Not to mention he can barely get anything done because the cold makes him a sleepy mess when comfortable.

I can imagine it now; John at Nik’s flat while the two bundle up beside each other with tea (or beer) in either hand and watch a crappy movie, and slowly, John can feel his consciousness slip away from him despite him trying his hardest to stay awake.

Nik notices and just wraps an arm around his waist, happy that the Captain was falling asleep because Lord knows did he need it with how much he’s been working. And eventually he does, body slumping into Nik’s and eyes reluctantly closing, tea somehow not spilling even with his hand lax.

Slowly and quietly, Nik grabs his mug and sets it on the coffee table to deal with tomorrow and turns down the tv’s volume before getting up and taking John with him to carry him to their shared bedroom where he gently laid his lover underneath the large comforter and tucked himself in next, wrapping John in big arms when the man began to stir.

The two slept for some time, John waking up first(out of pure habit) yet going back to sleep due to how comfortable he was beside Nik’s warm body(and if the two sleep til’ noon, nobody had to know).

I need to see a thing about John getting bent over his own desk and fucked dumb by Nik until he’s babbling nonsense and his legs are shaking while Nik whispers dirty degrading things in his ear.

Nikolai and Price going to the gym together and working on either legs or back muscles.

Price is focused on his squats, finishing sets quickly and stopping to take a short break before going back to the barbell to finish up.

Nik isn’t so focused on what he’s doing though. Instead, he’s watching the way those tight shorts hug his the captain’s thighs and arse, and the way they stretch whenever Price goes down for a squat.

Damn it, he was getting a boner.

As his mind started to wander a little further than what it should be, he snaps out of his trance just in time to see Price struggle a bit with the newly weight added, stumbling just a tad.

Nik immediately gets behind him to help steady the bar up so he could finish his last set.

“I got you. Take it slow.”

Nik watched as Price huffed before slowly going down again, ass almost pressing up against Nik’s crotch before moving.

That pattern repeats about five more times before he finishes and slowly walks the bar back over to the rack.

“Bloody hell.” Price huffs, wiping sweat from his forehead and taking a swig of water. “My legs feel weak.”

Nik just stared at him as he ranted, eyes never leaving the fat swell of his ass until Price noticed and popped him with his towel.

“Eyes up here perv.”

“They are.”

“I can’t bloody tell with the wood yer’ sportin’.”

It was then that Nik realized that his boner had intensified and grew into a noticeable tint.

“Will you help me with it?”

Price popped him again with the towel before grabbing his stuff and walking away, hips purposefully swaying in the way they did when he was being an asshole.

“Maybe.”

Nik bit back a grunt at that and gathered his things quickly before following after his lover, determined to get a piece of what Price was advertising.