Spy Games

Chapter 2: An Erotic Interlude

Chapter 2: An Erotic Interlude

Vincent’s expression was priceless. His eyes widened. His jaw dropped. “I…I…”

Nikoloz crossed his arms. He had difficulty maintaining the scowl he felt he should display. “While the sight of the great Vincent Lowe speechless is amusing, I think you should answer my question.”

“You’re serious? You want me to…”

“Not really, no. But if it will shut you up, it will be worth it.”

Vincent frowned and dropped to a seat on one end of Nikoloz’s bedroll. “You’re going to have to fill in a few blanks here, partner. You say you don’t want to, but you just offered to make love to me.”

“I didn’t, actually.”

“Now I’m really confused.”

“I said you could f**k me. I have no interest in making love. So you may keep your roaming hands to yourself and refrain from your usual inane blandishments.” Nikoloz joined his partner on the bedroll, folding his legs Indian style. If he was going to go along with this, Vincent would agree to his terms. “And you must agree to stop complaining if I do this.”

Vincent narrowed his eyes. His gaze traveled from Nikoloz’s dripping brown mop down to his hands, resting on his thighs. Vincent’s lips parted. His pupils were dilated. The tip of his tongue showed between his teeth for an instant. “So you want me to…”

“I want you to stop whining, my friend. And if f*****g me will do it, then please proceed.”

Vincent reached out with one hand. Nikoloz snagged it before the fingers touched his chest. He twisted, just slightly. “Did I not say there would be no fondling? And you have yet to agree to shut up afterwards.”

“I just don’t know whether I should agree or not.” Vincent still had that puzzled expression on his face. He ran a hand through his dripping blond hair. “You seem awfully…blasé about the whole thing, anyway.”

“Surely your training included such things.”

Vincent shrugged. “True. Doesn’t mean I would enjoy it necessarily.”

“Even though you ‘swing both ways’ as you put it? I would have thought the opposite.” Nikoloz smiled up at his partner.

“I prefer to be on top.” The blue eyes studied Nikoloz frankly. “ Have you been thinking about this all the time we’ve been working together? You should have just asked me.”

“Vika, this is not what you are thinking it is. I have known that you would bring the subject up, yes, so I have thought of it before. But I am not one of your s****l conquests, panting after you like hounds on a scent.”

Vincent gave him another of those smiles. “In all honesty, I was suggesting something along the lines of a friendly blowjob.”

Nikoloz raised one eyebrow. “And you would reciprocate? How very generous.”

“What’s a blowjob between friends? And as you mentioned, I do swing both ways.” Vincent’s gaze again rested on Nikoloz’s thighs.

“I know you will f**k anything that holds still long enough, yes. And I do not especially care for giving oral sex.”

Vincent winced. “I do wish you’d stop using such a crude term. I like to think I am a bit more proficient at the act than just fucking.”

He probably was, but Nikoloz had never cared for the American habit of inventing euphemisms for uncomfortable subjects. “I believe in calling a spade a spade. This is, as you say, helping a friend out. It is not a romantic relationship.”

Vincent again ran his fingers through his hair, scattering drops of water over the lean-to. His eyes crinkled. “If you say so, my friend. Is this a one-time offer? Because I may need help again sometime.”

“I am willing to ‘help’ if you cannot find a suitable female on a mission. This is to keep your mind on our work and not on your khuy.”

“It will certainly keep my mind on the partnership. How do you propose we go about this?”

Nikoloz rose to a crouch. “Not on my bedroll,” he said with a grin.

Vincent gestured to his own blankets with an answering grin. Nikoloz slipped off his wet shorts and stretched out on the bedroll. He was a little unnerved to find his heart rate slightly elevated. He should not be feeling nervous, like some trembling virgin. This was a straightforward act to shut his partner up, and that was all it was. His gaze fell on the sizable bulge in Vincent’s shorts and he swallowed convulsively. It had been quite some time since his training.

Vincent sat still for a moment, watching his partner. His smile stretched wider. He reached into his duffel bag and rummaged around for a moment, finally coming out with a tube.

Nikoloz rolled his eyes. “Why am I not surprised that you travel with lubricant ointment?”

“Not to brag, my friend, but not everyone is able to accommodate my size without a little assistance.” He raised his eyebrows and gave Nikoloz a meaningful glance. His other hand dropped to grasp the front of his shorts.

“I have seen you unclothed, you remember? Do not mistake me for one of your nervous women.” His pulse belied this statement, and Nikoloz took a few deep breaths to calm himself. He began the relaxation techniques taught by his trainer.

Vincent tugged off the shorts and uncapped the tube of ointment. “I think I’ll use a little anyway, just for my own satisfaction.”

“I appreciate your concern.” Nikoloz rolled over to face the back wall of the shelter, pillowing his head on one arm as Vincent stretched out beside him.

Vincent frowned. “One question, though: if you don’t want me touching you, how does this work? I have to have something to do with my hands.”

“You might try knitting.” Nikoloz flung one leg over Vincent’s hips and shifted backwards until his partner’s organ pressed against the perfect spot. “You may steady yourself against me. Just do not fondle me.”

“No fondling. No kissing. Why do I feel like I ought to leave a hundred dollar bill on your night stand?”

Perhaps because that was the way Nikoloz himself felt about the act. Part of that was his training, but part was the necessity of keeping his distance. It was all too easy to become emotionally entangled with a bed partner—and a good agent did not allow emotional entanglements. “You will pay me by not speaking of your libido until we return to headquarters.”

Enough wasting time. Nikoloz pressed backwards, opening himself for the American agent. God, but it was like taking a fence post. He bore down, trying to take the head inside, feeling his asshole protest the intrusion.

Vincent sucked in a breath as the tight hole spread around the head of his c**k. “Whoa, there, cowboy!” He put a hand on Nikoloz’s hip and pushed him gently forward again. “You might not want to make love, but I like to take my time and enjoy myself a little.”

Nikoloz heaved a sigh. “I could bring you to climax within three minutes, you realize.” And had been clocked by his trainers to make certain of this fact. It was in an agent’s best interest to limit the time one was in such a vulnerable position.

Vincent’s eyebrows shot up. “You KGB agents are certainly versatile. But I hate quickies. If that’s the deal, I’d rather do it myself.”

“Bozhe moi, you are more trouble than you are worth. Have it your way, then.” Nikoloz closed his eyes and dropped his head back onto his arm. After all, they were on a secluded beach in the middle of nowhere. It was hardly likely that he would need to leap into action any time soon. He would allow his partner to amuse himself—so long as the man kept his hands to himself. There was little that disgusted Nikoloz more than the feeling of a possessive hand running over his most sensitive body parts.

Vincent spread more lubricant on his fingers and slid his hand down between them, to the tight hole pressing against his c**k. He slid one finger inside. Nikoloz spread his legs farther, shifting his leg higher on Vincent’s hip. Certainly lubrication was a good idea. Vincent grinned as the muscles gripped his finger and slid another finger alongside the first. He pressed deeper, spreading his fingers wide. Nikoloz tensed as a third digit slipped inside.

“If you continue for much longer,” he murmured, “I will think you are fondling my asshole.”

“Spoilsport.” Vincent positioned his c**k once more and pressed gently. “Just take a deep breath and bear down a bit.”

Vincent sucked in a breath of his own as Nikoloz ground backwards against him, opening around the head of his organ. Damn, but that was a thick c**k. Nikoloz grunted softly, but didn’t stop moving until he had taken the entire head inside. He exhaled with a soft “whoosh” and shifted positions slightly, bending forward to allow his partner to penetrate more fully. He took a moment to let his hole adjust to the penetration.

“Yebl menya.”

“Anything you say, partner.” Vincent angled his hips forward and pushed. He slid smoothly inside with a little moan. “Much better than a hand job. You Russians can be quite hospitable.”

Nikoloz rocked backward and tightened his muscles around Vincent’s c**k. He might be out of practice, but the technique was coming back to him quickly. “Soviets. Think if it as international goodwill.”

“I’m all for improving relations between the countries.” The American thrust harder, wringing another soft grunt from Nikoloz. Vincent froze. “You all right down there?”

“It has been a while.”

“Do you need more lube?”

“I will adjust.”

Vincent started to slide a hand around Nikoloz’s waist. Nikoloz shot him a glare that had him pulling away as though his fingers were burned. He gingerly rested the hand on Nikoloz’s hip instead. “I’ll take it slow.”

“Please do not bother on my account.”

Vincent sighed. “I believe you are the most difficult love—er—partner I have ever had. Most of them prefer it when I take my time.”

Nikoloz shoved backwards, bringing a gasp from his partner. “I would prefer to get back to my journal, if you don’t mind.”

Vincent groaned. “Whatever you want, my friend.” He wrapped his hand around Nikoloz’s thigh, pulled Nikoloz’s hips tight against his crotch, and shoved hard. Nikoloz shoved back, and they fell into a steady rhythm that soon had Vincent moaning with pleasure.

“You can’t tell me you’re not enjoying this,” he murmured, panting. He looked down, watching his shaft slide in and out of his partner’s hole.

Nikoloz shoved hard. Now that he had adjusted to the thickness of the organ, the sensation was not unpleasant, but there was no need to prolong things. “My enjoyment is unnecessary, as I have told you.”

“I know, you just want to shut me up. I’ll try to come quietly.” Vincent spread Nikoloz’s legs farther apart, angling deeper inside. He pounded against Nikoloz’s hips, his belly quivering, climaxing with a series of powerful thrusts. He wilted against Nikoloz’s thighs, panting.

Nikoloz sat up when his partner gently pulled his softening c**k back out. “I hope that was satisfactory, my friend.”

“Imminently. But we’re not finished.”

Nikoloz raised an eyebrow. Vincent gave him that smile again. “We were helping each other, remember?”

“I do not need any ‘help,’ thank you.” Nikoloz started to slide back onto his own bedroll, but Vincent shifted to block his path.

“Your lips say ‘no,’ but other parts of you say ‘yes.’”

They both glanced down at Nikoloz’s half-erect c**k. “That is an involuntary physical response. It will pass.”

“You Russians! Of course it’s involuntary. That’s why it’s so much fun.” Vincent put a hand on Nikoloz’s chest and shoved hard. “It’s not fair if only one of us is happy.”

Nikoloz struggled to sit back up, but Vincent moved so that his larger weight rested on Nikoloz’s chest. “Did I mention that I swing both ways? Not to brag, but I have been told that my mouth is fairly talented.”

“Kak skazhesh. Let me up.”

“Not until we’re even.”

“This is not one of your yobanich contests.”

Vincent raised one eyebrow. “Isn’t it? I thought the deal was you help me and I help you back.”

Nikoloz glared up at his partner, but spread his legs at Vincent’s touch. Best to humor the man, get this over with quickly. He shifted his ass slightly, to slide out of the wet spot on the blankets. “This is hardly necessary, you realize.”

“Did you ever think I might enjoy watching you enjoy yourself? I want to see your face when you come.”

“Ogo! Why?”

Vincent grinned. “You damn Russian computer, I just want to see what you look like when you’re not in control. I want you writhing with pleasure under me.”

Wonderful. The man was already getting emotionally involved in the act. Nikoloz rolled his eyes. “I think you might have forgotten some of my stipulations.”

“I swear: no fondling.”

Nikoloz put his hands behind his head and leaned back on the bedroll. “Then who am I to deny you your pleasure? Please, enjoy yourself.”

Vincent squirmed into position between his partner’s legs and lowered his head. “I’ll bet the ladies love your c**k,” he murmured, wrapping a fist around the base. “Just big enough without being intimidating. And uncut…so exotic.”

“You Americans have an unhealthy obsession with that operation.”

Vincent ran his tongue around the base of the c**k, which responded to his attention by lengthening and hardening. Nikoloz drew in a breath, but made no other noise. Vincent’s tongue anointed every inch of the organ as it grew, then tugged gently at the foreskin.

Nikoloz’s hips shuddered. His hands moved down to his sides, fists curled. He thrust forward, but Vincent pulled away with a smile. He slowly drew the slender organ into his mouth, barely touching it, then drew back. Once more, he closed his mouth over Nikoloz’s c**k, once more drew away after only the lightest of touches. When Nikoloz sucked in a shaky breath and squirmed beneath his hands, Vincent grinned and gently tugged the foreskin away from the c**k head. He slid his tongue beneath it.

“Mat’-peremat’!” Nikoloz bucked under his hands, but Vincent’s elbows bore down on his thighs, trapping his crotch.

Vincent had a wicked grin as he pulled the c**k back into his mouth, taking the entire length. His tongue flicked back and forth, and he swallowed several times, squeezing the head at the back of his throat. Nikoloz groaned and shoved upwards, unable to do more than squirm beneath his partner’s strong hold.

Vincent set up a firm rhythm then, bobbing up and down as Nikoloz rocked underneath him. He kept this up until Nikoloz’s belly quivered, signaling that release was close. At that moment, he took the entire length again, swallowing the musky liquid as it erupted from the organ. He ground his face against Nikoloz’s crotch, inhaling deeply through his nose and groaning with evident pleasure.

His blue eyes remained on Nikoloz’s face throughout, and the corners crinkled as Nikoloz writhed in the throes of his climax. When the belly beneath him stopped trembling, Vincent slowly drew back his head, keeping a gentle suction to cleanse the last of the fluid from the head of the c**k.

Vincent chuckled and flicked his tongue out to tease the ball sac beneath his chin. “I wasn’t certain you Russians came the same way we Americans do, but that was quite a performance.”

Nikoloz drew in a shaky breath and dropped his head back onto the blankets. “Soviets. And I am happy you enjoyed it.”

“Not as much as you did, by the way your legs are still shaking.”