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A knock upon the door. Ivan stand up to answer it, opening the door and squinting into the darkness of the snowstorm to see who's there.
“It's me.”
He steps aside and allows a shy looking blonde boy into the house. He shivers, and then sheds his coat. It is a well practiced ritual between them, as the Russian takes his coat and scarf and hangs them up, and the little Canadian curls up beside the fire. “Is he bothering you again?” He asked him
“He never shuts up.” Matthew rolled his eyes. “It's always about how evil you are, or how right he is.” he groaned.
Ivan puts on the kettle for Matt, but he himself takes to a bottle of vodka. “You don't think I'm evil do you?” he pouted a little bit in worry, looking rather like a lost and forlorn animal.
He shook his head. “No no, of course not.” he said, taking off his snow covered shoes so he could warm his toes by the fire.
A smile. “I'm glad.” he said, watching him with an innocent look. Matt's eyes met the deep purple of the other man's, and he blushed a bit. He could never resist that face. “I think I'll have a little vodka tonight.” he said softly, not breaking eye contact. A bottle was offered. He took it, thanking the man, and took a long sip of it. He needed this chance to relax a bit.
Ivan smiled broadly, watching him drink it, and then opened a new bottle for himself, wince he kept them on a shelf in his living room, like books. He took a long sip of it, watching him.
When the kettle boiled, it was Matt who stood up and turned it off. No tea tonight, the vodka was suiting him fine. He returned to the living room and sat down, taking another long sip, spacing out into the fire. Sobbing. He turned and look at Ivan, curled up in the chair. “Are you alright?” he set down the bottle and walked over to his friend.
“Everyone hates me!” he said gruffly. “You do too, don't you?” he looked at him, setting a hand on his cheek.
Matthew frowned, “No...” he hugged him, “no never. Of course I don't hate you.” He stroked the blonde hair under his hand, nuzzling against the Russian. Still the sobbing persisted, aided no doubt by the amount of alcohol the man had consumed, which was impressive. He kissed his cheeks and eyelids, kissing the tears away. “You have me.” he promised him.
Ivan clung to him desperately. “Promise?” he asked.
“I promise.” He kissed his lips softly, blushing a bit. When did he become so bold. It must be the alcohol.
“You lie.” Ivan tried to push him away childishly. He had heard that promise before, from different lips, at a different time.
“No...” Matt frowned. It was his turn to cling. He wasn't to be accepted by the Russian, to be loved, to please.
“Prove it.” he challenged childishly.
He sighed and then kissed his lips again, setting a hand on his cheek. He would prove that he was Russia's friend... but as he moved, he couldn't believe what he was doing. Matt send one hand sliding up Ivan's chest to undo his shirt, though his hands were trembling.
The Russian suddenly smile, yo-yoing as always between emotions. He drew away to kiss Matt's neck, urging him on.
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The very thought of having his hands there made Matt grow redder in the cheeks, but he obediently started to stroke him, and let out a moan of surprise when the gesture was returned by the other man. They kissed again, and the redness of the Canadian's cheeks faded slowly. He found himself clawing at the man's shoulder's moaning.
Ivan moaned as well, and then whispered, “I love you.” in Matthew's ear.
He gasped, surprised and drew away for a moment to look at him. Those round, childish eyes stared back into his, and the smell of vodka hung in the air.
“Do you love me?” He grasped at his shoulder.
He set one hand on his cheek, and then nodded shyly, “You're my friend.” he sighed. He didn't want to commit to anything... but he wanted him to feel better, wanted to do something for him. He kissed his neck softly, his chest, running his tongue over the little stubs that were his nipples. He found himself shivered at the moans that rose in response, the whispers in Russian.
And then Ivan pinned him suddenly to the floor, kissing his flesh in a much harsher way then the Canadian had kissed his. He felt Matthew gasping beneath him, the softness of the fur rug beneath his hands, the warmth of the fire from his left. His hands poured over his flesh, and settled onto the boy's throbbing member.
Matt threw his head back and moaned, his eyes wide with the suddenness of it all. His blood sped through him with fiery pleasure, making his breath catch in his chest before he started to pant. He closed his eyes tightly, focused on that hand that was working over his cock. The other hand slipped down his chest, teasing his nipples each in turn before running down over his thigh, and then inside of him. He arched his back, moaning loudly.
Ivan grinned, and then reached over and grabbed a handkerchief from the pocket of Matt's discarded clothing. Swiftly, he used it to blindfold the blonde angel, who merely mewled with need when the hands were taken away.
He blushed at the sound he'd made. Arthur and Alfred were right... he got downright slutty during sex. But the hands did not return.
Ivan had stood and disappeared to the kitchen to find something to use for lube. He returned with a bottle of olive oil, and poured it over his hands, before setting them on Matthew's cock, and pumping him quickly.
A moan came as his response, and Matt started to tremble. He reached out and grabbed Ivan's knee with one hand, squeezing it desperately as the pressure built within him....
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Matt steadied himself against the floor, confused when he felt the Russian's legs on either side of him, and then suddenly, he felt Ivan pull his hips forward, so that he slid neatly into his body. Ivan was so hot, so tight, his insides moist and eager. He moaned in surprise and wrapped his arms around the other man, one around each knee. Until this moment he'd never thought that anyone could be forced to top before.
Ivan, keeping in control with his hands on Matt's hips, steered him in and out, until the boy took the hint and picked up the rhythm on his own, forcing a low appreciative moan from him. His breathing got heavier as Matt thrust into him, filling him, completing him, over and over again. It was a sensation he couldn't forget. He opened his eyes to look at his face and smiled widely. The boy was still blindfolded... What a beautiful sight he was, face flushed, lips swollen and parted as he panted. Moaning once more, He set his hand on the boy's cheek.
Matt moaned with him, blinding slipping his hand down until it reached Ivan's cock, which was harder then Matt had ever known that the anatomy could get, even on someone as strong as Ivan. He started to pump with his rhythm, the sweat on his palm making his hand pass over the skin easily. Matt's supporting arm failed under the weight and strain, and he crashed against the larger man's chest, panting hard, keeping up those steady thrusts. A spank from Ivan made him speed up, yelping as he felt his backside sting a little bit.
They were an entanglement of shameless sweat, heat, panting, begging, the fire crackling merrily beside them. Matthew arched his back and moaned loudly, drool spilling down his chin as Ivan pinched his nipples, and he screamed the Russian's name as he came, filling him with warmth.
That sent Ivan over the edge. He always felt cold inside, like the snow.... and as he came, he tilted his head back and closed his eyes, a tear leaking from them. At last.... at last he felt warm inside. He felt warm and toasty, complete, satisfied.
The two men separated, panting hard, and cuddled up to each other to fall asleep on the hearth, their chests rising an falling in an offset way. Tomorrow Matthew would return to Alfred, and Ivan would be alone again...
But tomorrow was hours away.
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Anyhow, this story was good! I really liked the few ending sentences a lot.
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I'm glad you liked it. x3
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I love you too.
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