Of Brotherhood and Vodka - Pt 11
Title: Of Brotherhood and Vodka - Pt 11/?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Pavel Bure / Alexander Semin
Disclaimer: Not true, as far as I know.
Summary: Vacationing in Turkey
A/N: As usual, thanks to kaatiya who has diligently stuck with me through this entire process, editing in response to my incessant prodding and doing an exception job. And is sitting next to me as I post. :)
In case you missed it...
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
As promised, a chauffeur arrived for Sasha early Friday morning. He whisked him away to a secluded hangar near the back of the airport where Pavel -- and a Learjet -- sat awaiting his arrival. A crew member loaded his bags while he and Pavel made themselves comfortable in the cabin. In mere minutes, they were airborne, winging their way to the Mediterranean resort town of Antalya.
The interior of the jet was as luxurious as any part of Pavel's house. He wondered if it was Pavel's plane or one of his associates' but he didn't dare ask. As usual, Pavel looked completely at home and he opened up the small refrigerator, producing a chilled bottle of Champagne.
Popping the cork, he filled two crystal glasses and handed one to Sasha.
"To companionship," he smiled, raising his glass.
Sasha grinned in return. Pavel always had such a way of articulating things and he was beginning to find it very endearing.
"To us," he responded.
They quickly polished off the bottle and within half an hour found themselves entwined together on the soft leather bench in the back of the plane. Gently kissing and touching each other every so often, they drifted off into a light but comfortable sleep.
Pavel had phrased it best, Sasha thought, as he slipped into sleep: Companionship.
*
A few hours later, the plane landed and Pavel and Sasha casually disembarked walking directly to a waiting car. They were soon off, driving down the main highway along the coast to the fringes of Antalya and beyond. It was gorgeous and Sasha marveled at the plethora of deciduous trees, pristine sandy beaches and white stucco houses with red-tiled roofs that were tucked in the cliffs.
"Have you ever visited the Mediterranean, Sasha?" Pavel asked.
"No," he shook his head, still gazing out the window.
"It is beautiful, isn't it? I often think of selling my home in Miami and buying a place here instead. What do you think?"
"It's ... gorgeous," Sasha turned to Pavel. "Romantic" was perhaps a more appropriate word, but he would never say such a thing out loud.
Pavel reached over and took his hand. "Yes. It would be a lovely place to retire ... see out my final days here." He smiled at Sasha. He didn't need to say the words to let Sasha know that he didn't intend to spend his golden years alone.
Sasha mulled the thought over in his head. He knew that playing professional hockey would afford him a life he wouldn't have known if he had stayed in Siberia. He shuddered to think of the difference. At the same time, the kind of luxury Pavel was offering was something that he had never considered. It was something well beyond his reach. A player like Ovechkin? Yes. He was a superstar and, no doubt, would reap the benefits of his talent, endorsements and connections. But the kind of luxuries that they could indulge in, well, those types of things Sasha had never considered.
He looked at Pavel, returning the smile. He was still amazed at how willing he was to invite him into his life -- forever. Pavel was open and generous -- he had literally offered him the world.
After several minutes of driving down the coast it became apparent they would not be staying in the large resort town and Pavel spoke up.
"We are going to a small village about 60 kilometers south of here. It is called Kemer. It's quiet. Quaint. With small beaches and lots of privacy. There are far too many Russians in Antalya. Probably even some I know."
Pavel continued to hold Sasha's hand as they silently looked out the window, admiring the beautiful views. After about 45 minutes, they reached a small coastal town. The driver slowed and took a right, and began to climb up a small, winding road. After several minutes, a large home appeared, constructed of the traditional white-wash stucco and tiled roof.
Sasha got out of the car and walked to the edge of the patio adjacent to the house. From there he could see the town below, its beaches and palm trees, and, beyond that, the sea. The lingering fog had dissipated in the warm, afternoon sun and the view was incredible. He stood for several minutes as the driver brought their luggage into the house.
Eventually, he felt Pavel slip warm arms around him, resting his chin on his shoulder.
"Can I tear you away from this lovely view for a few minutes?" he asked, reaching under Sasha's shirt and caressing his chest and torso. "It has been a long day of travel. I was thinking it might be appropriate to clean up and take a nap."
He nuzzled against the back of Sasha's neck and Sasha leaned back into him. Pavel took that as an affirmative and led him into the house and directly to the master bedroom where he seductively undressed and proceeded to the adjoining bathroom.
Upon hearing Pavel start the shower, Sasha quickly undressed and followed him into the lavish bathroom.
Pavel was already soaked, hair wet and skin glistening as he soaped himself, and Sasha became aroused immediately at the sight. When he opened the door to join him in the shower, Pavel pulled him into his arms, attacking him with kisses, his lathered hands traveling all over his body. Sasha could only moan at the sensation. He had never reached the edge so quickly.
Pavel pushed him against the wall and Sasha watched as he began to move down his body, tracing every patch of skin with his tongue. When he reached his groin, Sasha reached down and laced his fingers in his hair. Pavel quickly took Sasha into his mouth, caressing his entire length as he moved up and down. Holding the base of Sasha's shaft with one hand and lightly massaging his balls with the other, his lathered hand provided a sensation that had Sasha ready to explode.
He looked down, hazily observing Pavel's mouth on him. He tried to hold back as he reached down to trace his lips. Then, unexpectedly, Pavel removed his hand from Sasha's balls, sliding it back and slipping a finger into him. The second he hit that magical spot, Sasha let go, crying out as he drained every bit of emotion and passion into Pavel's mouth. It was a bodily sensation like none he had ever felt and he slowly began to slide down the shower wall.
Pavel, too, sat on the shower floor. He wound both his arms and his legs around Sasha, pulling him close. The act had been an entirely unselfish one and Sasha kissed Pavel tenderly on the lips, mumbling softly in his post-orgasmic bliss.
"I love you, Pasha."
It was beginning to sound so natural.
Pavel kissed him on the forehead and held him a few minutes longer before standing, pulling Sasha up with him. Letting the hot water stream over their bodies, they playfully touched each other, running soapy hands over each other's bodies. Sasha noticed Pavel hardening as his hands wandered downward. He smiled at the opportunity to return the favor and quickly knelt in front of him, hoping he could do him justice.
He reached around and grabbed Pavel's well-sculpted ass as he engulfed him. He began to move his mouth up and down his shaft vigorously, sucking hard, trying to give him as much friction as possible.
Sasha continued to move up and down, delighting in Pavel's moans and his fingers twining in his hair. Pavel's muscles tightened and his breath was ragged, and Sasha could tell he was very close. Suddenly, Pavel pulled Sasha from him and came with a yell, gazing down and watching himself come in spurts on Sasha's neck and chest.
Sasha waited for Pavel to ride out his orgasm. When he finally leaned back against the shower wall, giving a loud, satisfied sigh, Sasha stood to give him a light kiss.
Pavel smiled at him, slowly trailing his fingers through the semen on his neck and chest, bringing them to Sasha's lips. With a shy smile Sasha opened his mouth, tasting Pavel for the first time. He briefly thought back to the night at Pavel's when he hadn't been able to finish and was glad he was finally able to bring him that kind of pleasure.
"I didn't want you having to swallow your first time," Pavel smiled. "It can be a bit of a shock."
Sasha's face burned with embarrassment as he let out a nervous laugh.
"You were wonderful, Sasha," he said, his eyes shining. "Why don't we get cleaned up and get some sleep?"
When they stepped out of the shower, Pavel dried the two of them off, then led Sasha to the bedroom. It was beautiful and luxurious, but Sasha was no longer surprised at the lavish life the legend lived. The two crawled into bed, wrapping themselves around each other as they drifted off into a completely contented, afternoon nap.
*
"Sasha, wake up," Sasha felt Pavel's hand gently shaking him. He rolled over to see him up and fully dressed. "Let's go to town and grab some dinner. Unless you plan on cooking for me."
"Mmm ... no good at cooking," Sasha mumbled as he sat up and stumbled over to his suitcase to find some suitable clothes. He picked out a pair of off-white, linen pants with a drawstring and a light shirt. Casual, but still nice.
Pavel studied him intently.
"What? Is something wrong?" Sasha looked down at his outfit.
"No. I guess not. You shouldn't get too dirty," he turned and walked out of the room leaving Sasha to follow.
Pavel led a confused Sasha to the garage, where an old motorcycle was parked. He turned to Sasha.
"This is our transportation for the weekend. Are you OK with it?"
Sasha shrugged. So that’s why Pavel thought he might get dirty.
"Sure. Just ... don't go too fast, OK?" He leaned down and began to roll up his pants.
"I don't think this thing can go very fast, but it will get us up and down the hill this weekend."
Pavel handed Sasha a helmet and mounted the cycle, moving forward to give Sasha plenty of room on the seat behind him. He cranked the engine several times before it finally roared to life.
The two slowly made their way down the hill on the puttering cycle. Once down, Pavel cruised directly to a small, quaint restaurant nestled in the historic streets of Merkez. Clearly he knew where he was going.
"This is far better than trying to battle the Club Med crowd," he said as they ambled inside.
No one gave them a second look until a man came out from behind the bar, giving Pavel a small nod of recognition as he made his way over to their table.
"Ah, Pavel Vladimirovich," the man spoke in Russian. "Welcome back! You are staying at Nicolai's place?"
Pavel introduced Sasha to the man named Kirill who, he was informed, was the restaurant’s owner. As Pavel chatted with the man, Sasha sat marveling at Pavel's many connections. Who didn't he know, Sasha wondered. His network seemed endless. The two talked for a several minutes about the weather and the doings of a few mutual friends before Kirill excused himself.
"Well, I'll let you two get back to your romantic dinner," he smiled at Pavel. "And here is a bottle of my finest Bordeaux. It's from my personal collection. I think you will enjoy it."
Sasha just shook his head. He was enjoying Pavel's spoiling him and basking in the luxuries that being with him brought, but at the same time, he was nervous. Just how many people knew about him and Pavel?
"He's a good man," Pavel spoke, as if reading Sasha's mind. "He would never mention to anyone that he even saw me here, much less you. He's in exile from Moscow."
"Good man" and "exile" didn't seem to go hand-in-hand, but Sasha knew better than to ask questions and he turned to his wine, telling himself that he had to trust Pavel.
After polishing off the remainder of the bottle, as well as a delicious dinner, they took the bike back down to Kemer, parking at the base of a small peninsula. They walked out on the rocky beach, the sun getting ready to set on the beautiful, blue waters.
They found a smooth rock and sat side by side, the only two people at the beach. The view was breathtaking, with a mountain range on the left side of the bay and cliffs green with foliage flanking the other. The two sat quietly, neither one daring to break the silence. Pavel put his arm around Sasha, holding him close as he stroked his arm. The sky turned from blue to bright yellow and finally to a brilliant orange as the sun sank behind the cliffs.
Sasha tried to push all thoughts from his head, simply wanting to enjoy the weekend, yet he couldn't help but feel a tugging at his heart as the sun disappeared from the sky and dusk turned to darkness.
They quietly made their way back to the motorcycle and up the hill to the house. There was no discussion of whether to go to a bar or hang out at a club. They knew their time together was limited and, therefore, precious. Neither man could wait to get back to the confines of the secluded property.
*
They made love that night with a desperation they had not known before. They started in the kitchen, Sasha pushed up against the sink with Pavel pounding him from behind, both men crying out in pain and pleasure as the animalistic sex escalated. Feeling completely elated and confident, Pavel coaxed Sasha into playing with him. He blindfolded him and had him taste a variety different liquors. When he sensed Sasha had finally relaxed completely and was feeling uninhibited, he guided him down to the kitchen floor. With a laugh, he began drizzling honey all over his body, kissing and licking him until he had Sasha squirming with intense arousal and begging him for more. Sasha gently pushed his head down, whispering "please" -- a plea that Pavel happily obliged.
As if that weren't enough, Sasha took charge, stealing up behind Pavel as he relaxed on a chaise outside, drinking vodka and staring out over the city lights. Pavel smiled when he felt his hand on his shoulder. Sasha didn't say a word, just dropped his robe before crawling in his lap, straddling him quickly and slowly lowering himself down on him. He was still quite sore from a mere hour before, but was too aroused to care. He rocked himself on Pavel, who helped ease Sasha into his own climax, and the two came together in a rare moment of unison.
Much to his dismay, Sasha felt tears running down his face, mixing with sweat as he tried to choke back sobs. He was so overcome with passion and emotion, the past two months culminating in an intense weekend with someone he adored. Someone he felt an amazing connection with -- a connection he had never felt before. But amidst it all, the only thing he could think of was Pavel growing old in Kemer alone, without him; and them both dying lonely old men. But he knew there was no other way.
Pavel pulled away, worry apparent on his face.
"Sasha? What on earth is wrong? Are you OK? Did I hurt you?"
Sasha just shook his head and continued to silently sob as he rested his forehead on Pavel's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Pasha. I don't mean to ruin it. It's ... beautiful. You're beautiful."
"Come, my lovely Sasha. Let's go upstairs where you can make love to me and we can drift off to sleep ... together. Let's not forgot this wonderful night."
He lifted Sasha off of him by the torso and the two made their way upstairs.
For one final time that night they made love, Sasha pouring everything he had into Pavel. He knew he might never get the opportunity again, and he wanted to savor the feeling of being inside Pavel, becoming one with him.
Why the man had fallen in love with him he would never know, but the ecstasy he felt when he was with him was something he knew would never be surpassed in his lifetime.
By the time he finished, Sasha's tears were gone, replaced by a feeling of contented exhaustion and he drifted off, Pavel holding him as he fell into a deep slumber. Sleep didn't come easy for Pavel, though, and he got little rest that night. He gazed out the window and quietly sighed, the bodily bliss in stark contrast to his breaking heart.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Pavel Bure / Alexander Semin
Disclaimer: Not true, as far as I know.
Summary: Vacationing in Turkey
A/N: As usual, thanks to kaatiya who has diligently stuck with me through this entire process, editing in response to my incessant prodding and doing an exception job. And is sitting next to me as I post. :)
In case you missed it...
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
As promised, a chauffeur arrived for Sasha early Friday morning. He whisked him away to a secluded hangar near the back of the airport where Pavel -- and a Learjet -- sat awaiting his arrival. A crew member loaded his bags while he and Pavel made themselves comfortable in the cabin. In mere minutes, they were airborne, winging their way to the Mediterranean resort town of Antalya.
The interior of the jet was as luxurious as any part of Pavel's house. He wondered if it was Pavel's plane or one of his associates' but he didn't dare ask. As usual, Pavel looked completely at home and he opened up the small refrigerator, producing a chilled bottle of Champagne.
Popping the cork, he filled two crystal glasses and handed one to Sasha.
"To companionship," he smiled, raising his glass.
Sasha grinned in return. Pavel always had such a way of articulating things and he was beginning to find it very endearing.
"To us," he responded.
They quickly polished off the bottle and within half an hour found themselves entwined together on the soft leather bench in the back of the plane. Gently kissing and touching each other every so often, they drifted off into a light but comfortable sleep.
Pavel had phrased it best, Sasha thought, as he slipped into sleep: Companionship.
*
A few hours later, the plane landed and Pavel and Sasha casually disembarked walking directly to a waiting car. They were soon off, driving down the main highway along the coast to the fringes of Antalya and beyond. It was gorgeous and Sasha marveled at the plethora of deciduous trees, pristine sandy beaches and white stucco houses with red-tiled roofs that were tucked in the cliffs.
"Have you ever visited the Mediterranean, Sasha?" Pavel asked.
"No," he shook his head, still gazing out the window.
"It is beautiful, isn't it? I often think of selling my home in Miami and buying a place here instead. What do you think?"
"It's ... gorgeous," Sasha turned to Pavel. "Romantic" was perhaps a more appropriate word, but he would never say such a thing out loud.
Pavel reached over and took his hand. "Yes. It would be a lovely place to retire ... see out my final days here." He smiled at Sasha. He didn't need to say the words to let Sasha know that he didn't intend to spend his golden years alone.
Sasha mulled the thought over in his head. He knew that playing professional hockey would afford him a life he wouldn't have known if he had stayed in Siberia. He shuddered to think of the difference. At the same time, the kind of luxury Pavel was offering was something that he had never considered. It was something well beyond his reach. A player like Ovechkin? Yes. He was a superstar and, no doubt, would reap the benefits of his talent, endorsements and connections. But the kind of luxuries that they could indulge in, well, those types of things Sasha had never considered.
He looked at Pavel, returning the smile. He was still amazed at how willing he was to invite him into his life -- forever. Pavel was open and generous -- he had literally offered him the world.
After several minutes of driving down the coast it became apparent they would not be staying in the large resort town and Pavel spoke up.
"We are going to a small village about 60 kilometers south of here. It is called Kemer. It's quiet. Quaint. With small beaches and lots of privacy. There are far too many Russians in Antalya. Probably even some I know."
Pavel continued to hold Sasha's hand as they silently looked out the window, admiring the beautiful views. After about 45 minutes, they reached a small coastal town. The driver slowed and took a right, and began to climb up a small, winding road. After several minutes, a large home appeared, constructed of the traditional white-wash stucco and tiled roof.
Sasha got out of the car and walked to the edge of the patio adjacent to the house. From there he could see the town below, its beaches and palm trees, and, beyond that, the sea. The lingering fog had dissipated in the warm, afternoon sun and the view was incredible. He stood for several minutes as the driver brought their luggage into the house.
Eventually, he felt Pavel slip warm arms around him, resting his chin on his shoulder.
"Can I tear you away from this lovely view for a few minutes?" he asked, reaching under Sasha's shirt and caressing his chest and torso. "It has been a long day of travel. I was thinking it might be appropriate to clean up and take a nap."
He nuzzled against the back of Sasha's neck and Sasha leaned back into him. Pavel took that as an affirmative and led him into the house and directly to the master bedroom where he seductively undressed and proceeded to the adjoining bathroom.
Upon hearing Pavel start the shower, Sasha quickly undressed and followed him into the lavish bathroom.
Pavel was already soaked, hair wet and skin glistening as he soaped himself, and Sasha became aroused immediately at the sight. When he opened the door to join him in the shower, Pavel pulled him into his arms, attacking him with kisses, his lathered hands traveling all over his body. Sasha could only moan at the sensation. He had never reached the edge so quickly.
Pavel pushed him against the wall and Sasha watched as he began to move down his body, tracing every patch of skin with his tongue. When he reached his groin, Sasha reached down and laced his fingers in his hair. Pavel quickly took Sasha into his mouth, caressing his entire length as he moved up and down. Holding the base of Sasha's shaft with one hand and lightly massaging his balls with the other, his lathered hand provided a sensation that had Sasha ready to explode.
He looked down, hazily observing Pavel's mouth on him. He tried to hold back as he reached down to trace his lips. Then, unexpectedly, Pavel removed his hand from Sasha's balls, sliding it back and slipping a finger into him. The second he hit that magical spot, Sasha let go, crying out as he drained every bit of emotion and passion into Pavel's mouth. It was a bodily sensation like none he had ever felt and he slowly began to slide down the shower wall.
Pavel, too, sat on the shower floor. He wound both his arms and his legs around Sasha, pulling him close. The act had been an entirely unselfish one and Sasha kissed Pavel tenderly on the lips, mumbling softly in his post-orgasmic bliss.
"I love you, Pasha."
It was beginning to sound so natural.
Pavel kissed him on the forehead and held him a few minutes longer before standing, pulling Sasha up with him. Letting the hot water stream over their bodies, they playfully touched each other, running soapy hands over each other's bodies. Sasha noticed Pavel hardening as his hands wandered downward. He smiled at the opportunity to return the favor and quickly knelt in front of him, hoping he could do him justice.
He reached around and grabbed Pavel's well-sculpted ass as he engulfed him. He began to move his mouth up and down his shaft vigorously, sucking hard, trying to give him as much friction as possible.
Sasha continued to move up and down, delighting in Pavel's moans and his fingers twining in his hair. Pavel's muscles tightened and his breath was ragged, and Sasha could tell he was very close. Suddenly, Pavel pulled Sasha from him and came with a yell, gazing down and watching himself come in spurts on Sasha's neck and chest.
Sasha waited for Pavel to ride out his orgasm. When he finally leaned back against the shower wall, giving a loud, satisfied sigh, Sasha stood to give him a light kiss.
Pavel smiled at him, slowly trailing his fingers through the semen on his neck and chest, bringing them to Sasha's lips. With a shy smile Sasha opened his mouth, tasting Pavel for the first time. He briefly thought back to the night at Pavel's when he hadn't been able to finish and was glad he was finally able to bring him that kind of pleasure.
"I didn't want you having to swallow your first time," Pavel smiled. "It can be a bit of a shock."
Sasha's face burned with embarrassment as he let out a nervous laugh.
"You were wonderful, Sasha," he said, his eyes shining. "Why don't we get cleaned up and get some sleep?"
When they stepped out of the shower, Pavel dried the two of them off, then led Sasha to the bedroom. It was beautiful and luxurious, but Sasha was no longer surprised at the lavish life the legend lived. The two crawled into bed, wrapping themselves around each other as they drifted off into a completely contented, afternoon nap.
*
"Sasha, wake up," Sasha felt Pavel's hand gently shaking him. He rolled over to see him up and fully dressed. "Let's go to town and grab some dinner. Unless you plan on cooking for me."
"Mmm ... no good at cooking," Sasha mumbled as he sat up and stumbled over to his suitcase to find some suitable clothes. He picked out a pair of off-white, linen pants with a drawstring and a light shirt. Casual, but still nice.
Pavel studied him intently.
"What? Is something wrong?" Sasha looked down at his outfit.
"No. I guess not. You shouldn't get too dirty," he turned and walked out of the room leaving Sasha to follow.
Pavel led a confused Sasha to the garage, where an old motorcycle was parked. He turned to Sasha.
"This is our transportation for the weekend. Are you OK with it?"
Sasha shrugged. So that’s why Pavel thought he might get dirty.
"Sure. Just ... don't go too fast, OK?" He leaned down and began to roll up his pants.
"I don't think this thing can go very fast, but it will get us up and down the hill this weekend."
Pavel handed Sasha a helmet and mounted the cycle, moving forward to give Sasha plenty of room on the seat behind him. He cranked the engine several times before it finally roared to life.
The two slowly made their way down the hill on the puttering cycle. Once down, Pavel cruised directly to a small, quaint restaurant nestled in the historic streets of Merkez. Clearly he knew where he was going.
"This is far better than trying to battle the Club Med crowd," he said as they ambled inside.
No one gave them a second look until a man came out from behind the bar, giving Pavel a small nod of recognition as he made his way over to their table.
"Ah, Pavel Vladimirovich," the man spoke in Russian. "Welcome back! You are staying at Nicolai's place?"
Pavel introduced Sasha to the man named Kirill who, he was informed, was the restaurant’s owner. As Pavel chatted with the man, Sasha sat marveling at Pavel's many connections. Who didn't he know, Sasha wondered. His network seemed endless. The two talked for a several minutes about the weather and the doings of a few mutual friends before Kirill excused himself.
"Well, I'll let you two get back to your romantic dinner," he smiled at Pavel. "And here is a bottle of my finest Bordeaux. It's from my personal collection. I think you will enjoy it."
Sasha just shook his head. He was enjoying Pavel's spoiling him and basking in the luxuries that being with him brought, but at the same time, he was nervous. Just how many people knew about him and Pavel?
"He's a good man," Pavel spoke, as if reading Sasha's mind. "He would never mention to anyone that he even saw me here, much less you. He's in exile from Moscow."
"Good man" and "exile" didn't seem to go hand-in-hand, but Sasha knew better than to ask questions and he turned to his wine, telling himself that he had to trust Pavel.
After polishing off the remainder of the bottle, as well as a delicious dinner, they took the bike back down to Kemer, parking at the base of a small peninsula. They walked out on the rocky beach, the sun getting ready to set on the beautiful, blue waters.
They found a smooth rock and sat side by side, the only two people at the beach. The view was breathtaking, with a mountain range on the left side of the bay and cliffs green with foliage flanking the other. The two sat quietly, neither one daring to break the silence. Pavel put his arm around Sasha, holding him close as he stroked his arm. The sky turned from blue to bright yellow and finally to a brilliant orange as the sun sank behind the cliffs.
Sasha tried to push all thoughts from his head, simply wanting to enjoy the weekend, yet he couldn't help but feel a tugging at his heart as the sun disappeared from the sky and dusk turned to darkness.
They quietly made their way back to the motorcycle and up the hill to the house. There was no discussion of whether to go to a bar or hang out at a club. They knew their time together was limited and, therefore, precious. Neither man could wait to get back to the confines of the secluded property.
*
They made love that night with a desperation they had not known before. They started in the kitchen, Sasha pushed up against the sink with Pavel pounding him from behind, both men crying out in pain and pleasure as the animalistic sex escalated. Feeling completely elated and confident, Pavel coaxed Sasha into playing with him. He blindfolded him and had him taste a variety different liquors. When he sensed Sasha had finally relaxed completely and was feeling uninhibited, he guided him down to the kitchen floor. With a laugh, he began drizzling honey all over his body, kissing and licking him until he had Sasha squirming with intense arousal and begging him for more. Sasha gently pushed his head down, whispering "please" -- a plea that Pavel happily obliged.
As if that weren't enough, Sasha took charge, stealing up behind Pavel as he relaxed on a chaise outside, drinking vodka and staring out over the city lights. Pavel smiled when he felt his hand on his shoulder. Sasha didn't say a word, just dropped his robe before crawling in his lap, straddling him quickly and slowly lowering himself down on him. He was still quite sore from a mere hour before, but was too aroused to care. He rocked himself on Pavel, who helped ease Sasha into his own climax, and the two came together in a rare moment of unison.
Much to his dismay, Sasha felt tears running down his face, mixing with sweat as he tried to choke back sobs. He was so overcome with passion and emotion, the past two months culminating in an intense weekend with someone he adored. Someone he felt an amazing connection with -- a connection he had never felt before. But amidst it all, the only thing he could think of was Pavel growing old in Kemer alone, without him; and them both dying lonely old men. But he knew there was no other way.
Pavel pulled away, worry apparent on his face.
"Sasha? What on earth is wrong? Are you OK? Did I hurt you?"
Sasha just shook his head and continued to silently sob as he rested his forehead on Pavel's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Pasha. I don't mean to ruin it. It's ... beautiful. You're beautiful."
"Come, my lovely Sasha. Let's go upstairs where you can make love to me and we can drift off to sleep ... together. Let's not forgot this wonderful night."
He lifted Sasha off of him by the torso and the two made their way upstairs.
For one final time that night they made love, Sasha pouring everything he had into Pavel. He knew he might never get the opportunity again, and he wanted to savor the feeling of being inside Pavel, becoming one with him.
Why the man had fallen in love with him he would never know, but the ecstasy he felt when he was with him was something he knew would never be surpassed in his lifetime.
By the time he finished, Sasha's tears were gone, replaced by a feeling of contented exhaustion and he drifted off, Pavel holding him as he fell into a deep slumber. Sleep didn't come easy for Pavel, though, and he got little rest that night. He gazed out the window and quietly sighed, the bodily bliss in stark contrast to his breaking heart.