Finally the meeting was over and everyone else rose to leave. Russia made a show of organizing his papers and turned and smiled at anyone who approached him, which made them go away. When he took a glance around he saw that only America remained, stuffing papers haphazardly into his briefcase. It wouldn’t take long until he was out of the room too and then Russia could get up and make his way to his room. Everyone else would already be in the cafeteria or getting food out so it was unlikely that he’d run into anyone on the way.
America began walking closer to him and for a moment Ivan was wondered but then he remembered that Alfred would have to pass him to get to the door. Of course America hadn’t noticed anything, the blonde haired idiot wouldn’t notice that his own shoelaces were untied until he tripped over them.
All of his relief flew out the window though when America paused beside him and with a slight hop sat on the table only inches away from his hand. He kicked his legs back and forth, the denim creasing and uncreasing, teasing him. But he found his voice and smile to ask, “What’re you doing?”
He grinned, not the wide and sweet smile he gave England and the others but a thin and dangerous one as he asked, “You think I’m so damn stupid don’t you?” Not giving Russia a chance to answer he went on. “You think that I can’t notice the way you always stare at my pants whenever everyone’s just doing something casual and I’m wearing my jeans.”
He snorted and hoped that he sounded properly disdainful as he said, “You flatter yourself too much I think.” He would have to be more discreet from now on, if America had noticed he was sure that the other’s had too. But he hadn’t noticed anyone else glancing at him or anything so maybe he was just giving him too little credit.
America laughed and asked, “So I’m just imagining that tent in you pants?” With a fluid thrust of his hips he was off the table and straddling Ivan’s lap, arms wrapping around his neck. He shifted so their bodies were pressed against each other.
Instinctively Ivan’s hands went to his hips. The fabric felt good under his fingers, stable and rough enough to take whatever punishment was dealt to it. Ivan wanted to touch more and grind up into that bottom above his crotch but instead asked, “What do you want?” Because there was always a catch with America, there had to be because they were enemies.
For a moment he could see some sort of longing in Alfred’s eyes but then that was gone, if it had ever been there at all, and Alfred shrugged. “Just to have a little fun.”
Of course America would have such a simply stupid reason. But if that was the case he could get what he wanted without endangering himself or his people in any way. Hurrah for America’s stupidity. He smiled a little smile and tightened his hands grip on Alfred. “Very well then.”
Alfred gave a bark of laughter that sounded strange to Russia’s ears, different than the normal sound of a careless laugh but that thought was quickly blown from his mind as America went about unfastening his pants and pushing them down along with his underwear, Russia lifted his hips as much as he could with America sitting on them to help. He sighed gently as his member was released from the confines and stood erect.
America whistled and said, “Wow you totally earned your tittle of biggest country.” Russia tried not to flush at all, it felt so wrong for him to be saying such things, why was he being so admiring, even if they were in a rather intimate setting it was still completely inapropriate.
Re: Jeans 2/3
anonymous
January 2 2011, 19:16:24 UTC
A.M Anon, I'm becoming such a ridiculously storng fan of your writing, I have reviewed every single one of your quest stories so far! I love your take on this pairing, it's exactly what turned me to it in the first place. Your Russia is so fucking hot getting all bothered like that; I love that he's aware others don't like him and of the power his smile has to drive them away; and I also like your not-really-stupid and very observant America here and his sexy ways I'm so hot for pretending idiocy!America I also like that Russia was expecting to be humilliated or demanded something...the darkness of the pairing, you write it so well.
AND FUCK YEAH, BIG!RUSSIA HONHONHON~~ I hope he tops
His defensiveness made him sound harsher than he meant to when he said, “Why must you ruin this by speaking?” If he could just do this without commenting about everything it would be so much easier to just focus on this wonderful jean fabric.
America scowled and for a moment Russia thought he was going to leave his lap. But he stayed and huffed, “Jeez grouchy, fine, I’ll move this party along.”
America reached to unbutton his jeans but’ Russia’s hand stopped him as he demanded, “No keep those on.”
For a moment he was sure that America was going to fight him on that, he knew he would have fought if America had told him the same thing. But to his relief and something approaching delight he didn’t and just ground against Russia harder. It wasn’t rough or soft just smooth enough to barely give him any of the friction that he wanted. There was also the advantage of America wearing them, it made the fabric warm and felt like he was actually moving against something alive. He closed his eyes to focus more on that feeling.
At some point America’s head became buried in his scarf and Ivan almost protested until America angled himself so that the seam was sliding along his sensitive skin. He moaned at that and started moving Alfred’s body with his hands to get just a little more, so greedy for more that he opened his eyes to see what he was doing. America’s breath blew hot into his ear as he chuckled and asked, voice strained, “What would everyone think of you if they could see you now? Scary Russia humping against America’s jeans like a wanton whore?”
“Shut up!” But all menace was taken from his voice as he moaned right after saying it because America had closed his legs, creating a tunnel of the fabric for Ivan to rut into until he came with a violent cry, his cum covering the blue fabric and soaking into it.
Russia panted as he recovered, relaxing into the back of the chair, eyes closed, relaxed until he noticed Alfred groaning and rubbing against him. He opened one eye and smirked, “And what is your own arousal for? Does it excite you to rub against me like a dog?”
For a moment Ivan swore he almost looked sad and vulnerable but the next moment he grinned his cockiest grin and said, “I like anything that let's me get one up on you."
Ivan could have continued the conversation but he saw the tightness, how close Alfred was to losing control and decided to be nice, just this once and not continue talking. Instead he watched America fall apart.
His skin felt over sensitized as Alfred continued to thrust against him, now making small whining noises that Russia was sure were bitten back moans. He watched in dazed fascination as he came, teeth biting as his lip and body jerking like a marionette who’s controller was having a small spasm. Finally he finished and slumped against Russia,panting into his ear. For a moment it was peaceful and almost nice to rest like this but then he remembered who exactly he was almost cuddling with and pushed at him. “Get off me.”
America jerked like he had been hit but then snorted, “Fine.” and stood, shaky but able to do so and as he turned he said, "Maybe if you're lucky I'll decide to do this again sometime, see ya."
Russia watched the jean clad ass until it disappeared out the doors.
America began walking closer to him and for a moment Ivan was wondered but then he remembered that Alfred would have to pass him to get to the door. Of course America hadn’t noticed anything, the blonde haired idiot wouldn’t notice that his own shoelaces were untied until he tripped over them.
All of his relief flew out the window though when America paused beside him and with a slight hop sat on the table only inches away from his hand. He kicked his legs back and forth, the denim creasing and uncreasing, teasing him. But he found his voice and smile to ask, “What’re you doing?”
He grinned, not the wide and sweet smile he gave England and the others but a thin and dangerous one as he asked, “You think I’m so damn stupid don’t you?” Not giving Russia a chance to answer he went on. “You think that I can’t notice the way you always stare at my pants whenever everyone’s just doing something casual and I’m wearing my jeans.”
He snorted and hoped that he sounded properly disdainful as he said, “You flatter yourself too much I think.” He would have to be more discreet from now on, if America had noticed he was sure that the other’s had too. But he hadn’t noticed anyone else glancing at him or anything so maybe he was just giving him too little credit.
America laughed and asked, “So I’m just imagining that tent in you pants?” With a fluid thrust of his hips he was off the table and straddling Ivan’s lap, arms wrapping around his neck. He shifted so their bodies were pressed against each other.
Instinctively Ivan’s hands went to his hips. The fabric felt good under his fingers, stable and rough enough to take whatever punishment was dealt to it. Ivan wanted to touch more and grind up into that bottom above his crotch but instead asked, “What do you want?” Because there was always a catch with America, there had to be because they were enemies.
For a moment he could see some sort of longing in Alfred’s eyes but then that was gone, if it had ever been there at all, and Alfred shrugged. “Just to have a little fun.”
Of course America would have such a simply stupid reason. But if that was the case he could get what he wanted without endangering himself or his people in any way. Hurrah for America’s stupidity. He smiled a little smile and tightened his hands grip on Alfred. “Very well then.”
Alfred gave a bark of laughter that sounded strange to Russia’s ears, different than the normal sound of a careless laugh but that thought was quickly blown from his mind as America went about unfastening his pants and pushing them down along with his underwear, Russia lifted his hips as much as he could with America sitting on them to help. He sighed gently as his member was released from the confines and stood erect.
America whistled and said, “Wow you totally earned your tittle of biggest country.” Russia tried not to flush at all, it felt so wrong for him to be saying such things, why was he being so admiring, even if they were in a rather intimate setting it was still completely inapropriate.
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I also like that Russia was expecting to be humilliated or demanded something...the darkness of the pairing, you write it so well.
AND FUCK YEAH, BIG!RUSSIA HONHONHON~~ I hope he tops
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America scowled and for a moment Russia thought he was going to leave his lap. But he stayed and huffed, “Jeez grouchy, fine, I’ll move this party along.”
America reached to unbutton his jeans but’ Russia’s hand stopped him as he demanded, “No keep those on.”
For a moment he was sure that America was going to fight him on that, he knew he would have fought if America had told him the same thing. But to his relief and something approaching delight he didn’t and just ground against Russia harder. It wasn’t rough or soft just smooth enough to barely give him any of the friction that he wanted. There was also the advantage of America wearing them, it made the fabric warm and felt like he was actually moving against something alive. He closed his eyes to focus more on that feeling.
At some point America’s head became buried in his scarf and Ivan almost protested until America angled himself so that the seam was sliding along his sensitive skin. He moaned at that and started moving Alfred’s body with his hands to get just a little more, so greedy for more that he opened his eyes to see what he was doing. America’s breath blew hot into his ear as he chuckled and asked, voice strained, “What would everyone think of you if they could see you now? Scary Russia humping against America’s jeans like a wanton whore?”
“Shut up!” But all menace was taken from his voice as he moaned right after saying it because America had closed his legs, creating a tunnel of the fabric for Ivan to rut into until he came with a violent cry, his cum covering the blue fabric and soaking into it.
Russia panted as he recovered, relaxing into the back of the chair, eyes closed, relaxed until he noticed Alfred groaning and rubbing against him. He opened one eye and smirked, “And what is your own arousal for? Does it excite you to rub against me like a dog?”
For a moment Ivan swore he almost looked sad and vulnerable but the next moment he grinned his cockiest grin and said, “I like anything that let's me get one up on you."
Ivan could have continued the conversation but he saw the tightness, how close Alfred was to losing control and decided to be nice, just this once and not continue talking. Instead he watched America fall apart.
His skin felt over sensitized as Alfred continued to thrust against him, now making small whining noises that Russia was sure were bitten back moans. He watched in dazed fascination as he came, teeth biting as his lip and body jerking like a marionette who’s controller was having a small spasm. Finally he finished and slumped against Russia,panting into his ear. For a moment it was peaceful and almost nice to rest like this but then he remembered who exactly he was almost cuddling with and pushed at him. “Get off me.”
America jerked like he had been hit but then snorted, “Fine.” and stood, shaky but able to do so and as he turned he said, "Maybe if you're lucky I'll decide to do this again sometime, see ya."
Russia watched the jean clad ass until it disappeared out the doors.
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Poor America, Russia really didn't treat him well at all here. I hope you continue on your quest, anon! *salute*
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THIS.
“What would everyone think of you if they could see you now? Scary Russia humping against America’s jeans like a wanton whore?”
Fuck, I love when they talk dirty to each other like this...
You win all my internets, author!anon
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Seriously this was ufffffffffff. Good.
But I have to agree; they are such idiots! Come on Al! Tell him already~! And Ivan you are not helping either!
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