Lemony
Title: Dying In English
Rating: NC-17
Summary: If Evgeni and Jordan aren't fighting, they aren't talking at all.
Note: Okay, so, this is lemony. Tell me if its good, please? *attempts puppy eyes* Rip into it.
Disclaimer: I don't own them because sex slaves are illegal.
When we finally made it to my building, he clutched at my hand, shirt, and wrists. By the time we made it to my apartment, I wanted to do nothing more than just hug him.
“Evgeni, what’s wrong?” I asked, pulling him against me.
He put his arms around my waist. “What… why you not pushing Flower away when he… cuddles you?” He set his chin on my shoulder.
I grinned, “Evgeni, he scared the hell out of me.”
“What?” he pulled back to look at me.
I touched his face. “I totally thought he was going to kiss me or something. He was just sort of…” I let go of him just long enough to motion to the front of my body.
He smiled a little, “Maxie not too happy.”
“Oh, of course not,” I took both of Evgeni’s hands in mine, “he’s, like, in love with poor Flower.”
“And Flower is almost loving him, too,” he nodded, then kissed my wrists.
“But Marc-Andre is too occupied trying not to like Max to notice Max likes him,” I half giggled.
“Stupid boys,” Evgeni muttered, then kissed me.
I pressed against him and moved us to my bedroom. His hands moved to toy with the buttons of my shirt. I wrapped my fingers in his curly, black hair, pulling it slightly, and forcing his mouth down harder on mine. I let out a half groan when he slid the shirt off my shoulders. I took my hands out of his hair long enough for him to get it onto the floor.
“This is okay?” he murmured and ran both of his hands down my chest.
“This is amazing,” I moved my hands down his body to his waist and worked his blue t-shirt over his head.
I felt him smile and dig his fingers into my shoulder blades, pressing our bare skin together. His chest was warm and his nipples were hard.
“Ev-Evgeni,” I panted into his mouth.
He answered me by grinding his groin into mine. I could feel how hard he was through the rough fabric of his jeans.
I wrapped my leg around his and pulled his knee forward. He tumbled back onto the bed, with a surprised look on his face. His eyes got darker.
Then, he gave me a wicked grin and, grabbing me by the ass, pulled me on top of him. I slammed myself into him.
“Jordan!” he arched off the bed and clutched my shoulders.
I kissed down his neck, chest, and abdomen, sliding down his body.
“What… you… doing?” he asked me.
I locked eyes with him and popped the button on his jeans.
“Jor-Jordan?”
I unzipped his pants.
“Are… you…?”
I yanked them off along with his boxers.
“Oh, God.”
I licked up his shaft and he laced his fingers through my hair.
“This okay?” I asked, imitating his thick accent and breathing heavily on his cock.
“Ah-ahmazing!” he groaned.
My tongue dipped against his slit and he cried out. I took the tip into my mouth and sucked hard. I began to bob my head, slowly taking more and more of him into my mouth. I could see his roped abs straining as he tried not to thrust into my throat.
“No, Jordan, stop…” his breathing was harsh as he pulled me off of him, “Not yet. In you. Only in you…”
I slid back up next to him, then he grabbed the back of my head and forced our mouths together again. He leaned over me, holding himself up on one arm, and looked down my body.
“You’re in to many clothes,” he informed me and his hand glided down my body only to disappear under the waist band of my jeans.
Evgeni wrapped his fingers around me and gently squeezed. My back arched off the bed and my hands held onto his arms as he gently began to stroke me.
“Oh, Oh, Jesus Christ and the Virgin Mary!” I cried.
He laughed and leaned down to kiss me as he took his hand away. Groaned into the kiss. I perked up thought, after he took of my pants and boxers.
I knocked his arm out from under him, then straddled his hips. His erection settled nicely against my ass and he moaned loudly and bucked his hips lightly.
I leaned over him to my bedside table and grabbed the only thing in my house that would embarrass me if anyone found.
“Jordan? What are you--” Evgeni started to ask a question, but I cut him off with a kiss.
“Give me your hand,” I commanded.
He did as I asked with a confused look on his face.
I opened the thing I grabbed and squeezed a good amount of peach-y smelling lube into his hand.
His eyes flashed, then tuned very, very black.
I set the bottle next to my lamp and Evgeni rubbed the liquid between his hands before pushing his middle finger into me. It hurt a little but I didn’t let him know that. I braced my hands on his wide chest as he moved his finger in and out. Then he added a second finger. This hurt a little more and I hissed.
“You hurting, Jordan?” He asked wiggling his fingers.
“It’s okay,” I nodded. It was starting to feel pretty good.
He nodded back and stuck in a third. This hurt a lot. I bit my lips together and clenched my eyes shut.
“Jordan?” Evgeni flipped me on my back, “Jordan?”
I slowly opened my eyes to look at him. He leaned down and licked my lips.
“It hurt?” he asked.
“Little bit,” I smiled.
“It get better?” he cocked his head.
“Yeah, I haven’t done this for a while, so its gonna hurt a little.”
“Haven’t…. what?” I had confused him.
“Evgeni, I’m not exactly a… virgin… here.”
He gave me a look that clearly said he’d kill anyone who had ever touched me.
“You have others?” his voice was scratchy and mean.
“Had, baby. Past tense. Just you, now,” I reassured him, touching his face.
He wiggled his fingers again, getting me to moan. I started to tell him it didn’t hurt anymore, but he pressed his mouth over mine. His tongue slid between my lips and slid over mine.
Evgeni pulled his fingers out and slicked his cock. He was still kissing me when he rammed into my entrance.
Fuck, that hurt so bad! I yelped and dug my nails into his shoulders harshly.
He whispered something Russian into my ear and licked at my neck.
Pain? What pain?
He kissed his way down to my nipples and grinned at me.
Jordan, I thought, you are totally sunk, man.
Then he attacked. Biting, licking, sucking, and kissing. It felt so damn good and I bucked upwards. That felt even better.
“Holy fuck,” I murmured as I bucked against him again.
“I will try to make it that good,” he murmured back.
Damn! This guy is totally going to kill me! And I think I might like it.
He pulled out a little, then slammed back inside. He pulled out and pressed in a little more and a little harder each time. He grabbed my cock and started to jack it off in time with his thrusts.
“Ev-Evgeni,” I heard myself moan as I grabbed at the sheets.
“Me. Hold onto me,” he said softly, totally betraying the ferocity he was slamming into my body with.
I half sat up and grabbed his shoulders, kissing his collarbone. Then he hit my prostate. And I screamed.
He smiled. A shit-eating-sexy-as-all-hell smile and hit it again, only harder.
I saw stars and duckies flying around in my line of vision.
After the third time he hit it I came into his hand, screaming his name, helplessly.
Evgeni moaned and whispered my name and came into me.
He held himself up on trembling arms before the pulled out of me and laid next to me on his back. Then he licked his hand cleaned. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I’m pretty sure my mouth was hanging open before I leaned over to kiss him. He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me against his chest. I pressed my face against his neck and set my hand on his shoulder as he wrapped his other arm around me.
“ I have a question for you, Evgeni,” I said, sitting up.
He opened his eyes to look at me, “Can you do it laying on me?”
“Can you explain one more time about the ‘if I Evgeni, I not good enough’?”
He closed his eyes again.
“Jordan, I…” he sighed and opened them, “I can not be Evgeni if I Gino.”
“But Gino’s just a nickname,” I insisted, caressing his chest.
“Gino is American Evgeni, yes?” he pressed his fingers over my hand.
Bang. Hit me like a ton of fish to the face. Or pucks to the groin.
“Oh, damn, I got that.”
Gino was Evgeni, only Gino was the American standard. Evgeni was Russian.
I laid back against his chest and he held me again.
“What would you say,” I began, “if I told you I wanted to know Evgeni, not Gino?”
“I would say you with him since parking lot,” he brushed his hand through my hair and down my back.
“And what would you say if I said I liked Evgeni better than the bastard in the locker room?”
“I say… love you?”
I laughed and kissed his neck.
Yep. This guy is going to kill me.