[Fic Fill] A Week To Ourselves 3/8
TITLE: A Week To Ourselves - Day 3
AUTHOR: Raikana Sakaro (raikana_sakaro)
RECIPIENT: aiixael
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Russia/America (...not always in that order) and a bit Canada/Ukraine...
RATING: MA/NC-17
NOTES: Freaking. Long. More of a warning, but still. Also, all editing/encouragement/cattle-prodding done by sketchfiend...as well as help with research and ideas on where to set it/what they should do... Loosely based on real places.
SUMMARY: A seven day date/vacation between Russia and America...and an epilogue just because I wanted to see Canada's reaction to his gifts.
Day Three
Russia woke up all at once the next morning and turned his head to check the clock on the nightstand. It blinked 7:00 at him and he sat up carefully so as not to disturb the sleeping American.
He pulled his cell phone out of his bag and turned it on as he walked out to the front room. He picked up what was left of his vodka from last night and sank into an easy chair, quickly dialing Canada’s home number. He took a swig of the alcohol as the phone rang.
He smiled when he heard the other end click, then Canada’s soft voice. “Hello?”
Russia ran his finger around the lip of the bottle and looked out at the ocean, glittering in the early morning sunlight. “Hello Canada. How are you this morning?”
Canada tensed up immediately and held his phone with both hands. “Ah. H-hello, Russia. How are you?”
“I am well, Canada. And how are you? Are you enjoying your relations with my big sister?” He took another drink from the bottle as he waited for Canada to answer.
Canada took a deep breath and steeled himself. “I...I’m sorry it you’re upset, but I love Ukraine very much and...and she wants to be with me as much as I want to be with her.”
Russia gently tapped his fingers against the arm of his chair, still smiling at the empty room. “Do not worry, little Canada. I am not upset. I just want to ask you some questions...”
“O-okay...” Canada glanced up as Ukraine came out of his bathroom and smiled at him.
Who is it? she mouthed at him, coming to sit beside him on the couch.
He pulled his hand inside his sleeve and used it to mimic Russia’s scarf, giving her the large nation’s customarily creepy smile over the top of it.
She sighed and rolled her eyes, then reached out and grabbed the phone away from him, catching the tail end of Russia’s question. “Russia, stop this, please. You keep scaring away my boyfriends.”
Russia dropped his smile as he heard his sister’s voice. “I am just trying to protect you...” he said, sounding a bit petulant.
“I know you are, Russia, but I am not one of your subordinates anymore. I have to make my own decisions, including who I want to date.” She took a deep breath and smiled weakly at Canada. “I don’t need your protection anymore, big brother. I have to protect myself. So please leave Canada alone.”
Russia caught himself muttering under his breath and stopped as the line went quiet. “If that is what you wish, sister, but if you do this, do not ask for my protection again.”
Ukraine nodded firmly. “Understood. Goodbye, baby brother.”
Russia ended the call without another word, staring sullenly out the patio door as he finished his bottle. Then he dropped it in the trash can as he went to answer the door almost an hour later.
He smiled at the man outside his door, towering several inches over him. “Good morning. This is breakfast, yes?”
The man nodded and pushed the cart towards Russia. “Yes, sir. I hope you enjoy, sir.” He smiled nervously, the hurried down the hall, away from the large Russian.
Russia pulled the cart into the room and took off the top, looking over the plates, frowning. Then he picked up the skirt and relaxed as he found two bottles of vodka hidden on the bottom shelf. He placed the lid back on top before he took out one of the bottles, twisting off the cap as he settled back into the easy chair again.
America woke up a few hours later and groaned as he felt the pounding in his head. He rolled over to go back to sleep, but as he did, his stomach decided to make itself known as well.
He quickly stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom, managing to get in front of the toilet before he emptied his stomach. He stayed in front of the toilet with his eyes closed as he waited for his nausea to pass. Once he was sure there was nothing else to bring up, he reached up blindly and flushed the toilet.
America groaned as he finally stood up and brushed his teeth to get rid of the taste of bile. Then he stood up after rinsing his mouth and jumped when he saw Russia standing behind him smiling in the mirror. “God, Russia! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
Russia smiled innocently at the American with his hands behind his back. “Of course not, America. We are friends now and one does not wish harm on one’s friends, yes?”
“Then why the hell are you sneaking up on me like that?” America grabbed the washcloth and quickly scrubbed his mouth clean.
Russia put his hand on America’s shoulder and patted it a few times. “I am not sneaking up on you, America, you just do not notice me when I come in. Perhaps you are too stupid.”
America glared at Russia’s reflection and whirled around. “I am not stupid! Now get out! I have to take a leak.”
Russia shrugged, smiled at America, then turned to leave the room, going back to his bottle. He would just let America find the food on his own. A few minutes later, America finally wandered out of the bedroom, now naked for some reason.
The large man stopped drinking for a moment as he watched America walk past, smiling behind his scarf as he watched the muscles move under America’s skin, making an ever-changing pattern of lights and darks. Then America turned around as he found the cart and Russia buried his face even deeper inside his scarf as he stared at America’s soft dick, swinging gently with his movement. Finally, he was brought out of his trance by the sight of food falling down America’s stomach and catching in his pubes.
America grinned as he saw the Russian’s eyes refocus and walked over to stand in front of the chair, shaking his hips. “Like what you see?” he muttered through a mouthful of bacon. “Wanna bite?” He grabbed a pancake off the top of the stack and wrapped it around his dick, waggling it in front of Russia’s face. “Yeah, I bet you want some of this, don’t you?”
Russia leaned forward a few inches, his eyes focusing on America’s dick again, feeling his mouth water. Then he opened his mouth as he kept leaning forward. He was about to take a bite when a piece of half-chewed bacon fell on top of the pancake. Russia immediately pulled back a few inches as he stared at the meat.
America reached down and plucked the bacon off, shoving it back in his mouth. “Sorry. Go on...it’s still all for you...”
Russia shook his head and sank back into the chair. “You eat it. I have already had breakfast.”
America pouted and wiggled his dick in front of Russia a few more times before he sighed, unrolled the pancake, and shoved it into his mouth as well. He plopped down into the second easy chair, a few feet away from Russia and kept inhaling the food as fast as he could.
Russia stared at the opposite wall and took another pull of vodka as he listened to America eat. “How can you eat like that, America? Were you not just sick?”
America shrugged and sucked down a piece of fruit, then chased it with half a cup of light-brown coffee. “I’m just feeling better, now. Hey! You wanna go out for a hike today?”
Russia shook his head, still looking at the blank wall. “No, America. No activities. No supper out. No spas.”
America grinned and winked at the large man. “Gotcha. So you’re pretty horny today, then?”
Russia shook his head yet again. “No. I do not want something that has...held a piece of chewed meat.” He shuddered internally and took another sip.
America stuck his tongue out at the Russian. “That was just a little mistake. Matt told me that’s really sexy and he always has the best sex right after he does it. I would imagine so, with the size of her knockers...”
Russia picked a discarded throw pillow off the carpet and hit America in the face with it. “Be quiet, America. That is my sister you are talking about.”
America shoved the pillow away and stuck his tongue out again. “Fine. But I’m just complimenting her, man. Her bod is totally rocking.”
Russia glowered at the wall and hit America with the pillow again. “Shut up, America, before I hit you with something less soft.” He glanced at the American as he pulled the pillow away and saw the mouth open. Then he turned to glare at America out of the corner of his eye, brandishing a fist.
America shut his mouth and stared at the tray as he finished off the rest of the food, waiting for Russia to calm down again. Finally he looked back to Russia. “So what are you going to do, then?”
Russia shrugged and set his bottle on the floor. “Stay here. Perhaps read a book.”
America made a face and put the lid back on the cart. “Fuck you’re boring... Not even any sex?”
Russia shook his head and levered himself out of his chair. “No, America, vacations are for relaxing and I am going to relax.”
America craned his head to watch as Russia walked into the bedroom. “No, man! This is a romantic getaway and those are for fucking!” He jumped out of his chair, spilled crumbs and bits of bacon all over the floor as he followed Russia into the other room.
Russia looked up from his shorts, pulling them up to his waist. “No, America. I do not want sex. I just want to be left alone.”
America hurried over and clung to the larger man’s arm, giving him a pleading look. “C’mon, please, Russia? Or...or can we at least do something romantic without any sex or anything?”
Russia zipped up the fly on his pants, shaking his head again. “No.”
America frowned for a moment as he thought, staring down at Russia’s nipple. Meanwhile, Russia tried to pull his arm away from America. “Let go, America. I need to put on my shirt.”
America shook his head absently as he kept thinking. “No, you don’t. Guys without shirts is okay...” Finally, he looked up at Russia with a grin on his face. “I know! You promised me a massage! Come on! Give me my massage and I’ll leave you alone, okay? Massages are so fucking romantic...”
Russia sighed and rolled his eyes. “Very well, America. Lay down on the bed and I will give you a massage...”
America let go of the Russian’s arm and pumped his fist into the air before he hurried over to the bed and threw himself on it face-first. Russia glanced at the door for a moment, considering making an escape while he could, but then he turned back to the bed and climbed up to straddle the naked American.
America made a contented noise and rested his cheek on his arms, closing his eyes as he felt Russia settle across his hips. Then he moaned softly as the larger man started gently rubbing his shoulders, neck, and back. He felt himself relaxing and smiled. “I thought you said yours was better than the one yesterday... Feels the same so far.”
Russia increased the pressure, kneading the young nation’s muscles. “I am just beginning, America. You must have patience.”
America snorted and moved his head to rest on the other cheek. “You say that... I bet you do it just like those girls yesterday. And I bet you really liked it more than you wanna admit.”
Russia pressed against America particularly hard, listening to a joint pop before easing up again. He smirked as he heard the young nation grunt. “That is a small taste of what is coming, America. Do you still want my massage?”
America twisted the top of his torso around to grin at Russia. “Bring it on, bitch.”
Twenty minutes later, Russia was kneading America’s back so hard that the other nation was making a dent in the mattress. Then he grabbed one of America’s arms, pulled it from underneath his head, and pressed it as far back as it would go before bending it, trying to get America’s hand all the way up to his neck.
Instead of a cry of pain, though, he heard America moan as the other man relaxed further. He frowned and released the arm, then grabbed America’s other arm to repeat the process, only receiving another moan from him.
Russia glared at the back of America’s head and twisted both arms up behind his back. He finally heard a strained grunt, but it was followed by relaxation with a sigh. Then he shifted his grip on America’s arms and planted his knee in the small of America’s back, pulling on the arms so hard that the young man’s torso lifted off the sheets. After a moment, though, America turned to dead weight in Russia’s hands as he relaxed again.
After several more minutes, and many more eye-watering poses, Russia knelt to one side and grabbed America’s wrists in one hand and ankles in the other, pulling them up and back until his hands were touching and America was barely touching the bed anymore. Then he heard a moan from the American, with a different tone than the others, then felt the muscles tense up again.
Russia smirked and let America fall back to the bed. “Do you give up?” he asked, leaning to one side to look the young man in the face. Then he saw the blush spread across America’s cheeks and the small smile on his face.
America shook his head and looked up at the Russian with the smile still on his face. “Nope. You were right. That is the best massage I’ve had...”
Russia frowned as he sat up again, then noticed the tiny jerking motions America’s hips were making. He raised his eyebrow and shoved his hand under America, feeling his erection. “...only you could be aroused by almost having your joints dislocated, America...”
America turned partway on his side and grinned back at Russia. “Well, it’s not every day I almost get my joints dislocated by a half-naked Russian...” Then his grin softened into a sappy smile. “I love you, man...”
Russia grunted and shoved the American back down against the mattress, reaching for the lube, missing America’s muttered “And fuck are you hot...” as he twisted the cap off. He quickly squirted some onto his fingers and tossed the tube in the general direction of the nightstand before spreading America’s ass and smearing the lube on his hole.
Then the large man leaned down to kiss America’s neck before gently biting the skin as he pushed his fingers in, stretching America and listening to the desperate moans coming from the man under him. He finally pressed one last kiss against the neck before moving back a few inches and using his free hand to shove his pants and boxers down his hip to free his erection.
America groaned and moved his hips down against the blanket as Russia removed his fingers. Then he felt something soft and warm and heavy and hard rest against his ass and moaned again. “God, Russia, yes, do it...”
Russia smirked and carefully settled himself over America’s legs, spread his ass with both hands, and pushed inside carefully, but not slowly. Within seconds, he was buried deep inside America’s well-lubed ass and started rolling his hips against the young man.
America let out a breathy moan and tried to slip his hand between his hips and the blanket, but Russia grabbed his wrist and put the hand back by his head. “No, no, America. You are doing this my way...” Then he pinned America’s hips to the bed with his hands and started thrusting in earnest, pulling halfway out before slamming back in.
America moaned again and tried to thrust back against the larger man with his hips still pinned. Then he felt the Russian move again and found himself completely pinned underneath Russia’s body as the larger man started humping him like an animal.
Then America bit his lip and groaned at the visual in his head, now feeling the stretching more keenly as he ground down into the bed. He turned his head to one side as he moaned again. “...god, Russia...yes...yes...! Harder, man...harder...!”
Russia reached over and bit down on America’s ear, humping faster and harder as he heard America begging. He pressed down on the young man, grinding him against the bed and pounding in and out, over and over, listening to his moans grow louder and farther apart as he gasped for breath.
America finally whined he desperately rubbed his dick against the blanket, trying to find his release even though his actions were severely restricted by Russia pressing him down into the bed. Finally, though, the older man pressed him against the covers hard, grinding against his ass slowly and teasingly. He finally managed to grind against the blanket in just the right way as he gasped for breath as the pleasure washed over him and he shot his load on top of the comforter.
Russia finally fell over the edge as he felt America’s body tighten around him, and he breathed heavily as he propped himself up on his arms, thrusting shallowly inside America as he orgasmed. Then he took a deep breath and sat up on his knees again, pulling out gently.
America rolled over under him and smiled sleepily. “That was great, man. Thanks...”
Russia pulled his pants back up and climbed off the bed, grabbing his shirt. “I will be back soon, America.”
America nodded and moved to the head of the bed, slipping under the covers. “I’ll wait for you...”
Russia nodded and left the room as soon as his shirt was on. When he finally returned with a book, he found America asleep in bed and sat down next to him with the book and a bottle of vodka, smiling slightly as he felt an arm drape across his lap. Then he took one last look at the half-naked man on the book cover and opened it, starting to read.
* * *
Russia finally looked down again a few hours later when he felt America stir, now sprawled halfway across his lap. He marked his place in the book and set it aside as the bright blue eyes snapped open.
America quickly looked around before sitting up with a grimace. “Man...do I look as gross as I feel?”
Russia tilted his head to one side, looking America over before he reached out to touch the translucent smears on the young nation’s stomach. “A bit.”
America shook his head and climbed out of bed. “I’m gonna take a bath...” he muttered, then glanced back at Russia and grinned. “Why don’t you come with me?”
Russia shook his head and reached for his book again. “No. Baths are for one person.”
America walked around to Russia’s side of the bed and crawled up to straddle the other man’s lap, wiggling his hips so his dick swung from side to side. “See? Florida wants you to come with me.”
Russia rolled his eyes and grabbed America’s pillow, pressing it over his naked crotch. “Your genitals are not a dog, America. Go take your bath. I will wait.”
America sat back on Russia’s shins and pouted. “Come on, Russia... That tub is too big for just me. I get lonely. Besides, it has bubbles and shit in it!”
Russia kept holding the pillow on America’s lap. “Are you going to keep pestering me until I give in?”
America just grinned widely in response, bouncing on Russia’s legs eagerly. Russia just sighed and lifted one legs, knocking America to the floor before climbing out of bed. “Are you coming, America?”
America scrambled back to his feet as Russia headed into the bathroom. “Yeah! Just a second! I just gotta grab my stuff!”
Russia walked into the bathroom and started running the water as he stripped off his clothes. Then he climbed in and leaned back against the wall of the tub as it filled with steaming hot water.
America joined him shortly after with his hands clasped behind his back. Russia glanced at the younger man, raising his eyebrow. “What are you hiding?”
America grinned and brought his arm out from behind his back, poking Russia’s face with the wet and slippery object in his hand. Russia frowned at America, then grabbed his wrist, pulling the hand away so he could see what was poking him. As soon as he had seen it, though, he wished he hadn’t. “What...is that?”
America tried to press his hand forward, but was stopped so he just wiggled it around. “Isn’t it great? I bought it online. It’s even red, white, and blue like my flag! But it’s actually soap and...and it might be fun to stick it up your ass, but you’re not supposed to. The doctor said so.”
Russia tore his gaze away from the dildo-shaped soap and gave America a confused look. “...the doctor, America?”
America’s face turned pink, then he coughed and looked down for a moment. “Nothing. Let’s not talk about that...”
Russia smirked and pulled the soap from America’s hand. “And why not? It sounds like an interesting story, America...”
America sank down into the water until his chin was barely above the surface. “It’s nothing. Drop it.”
Russia casually tossed the soap from one hand to the other, still looking straight at America. “Did you actually try to use this as a sex toy, America? And why did you have to call a doctor? Did you get a rash?”
America shook his head, now partly submerged, and blew rude bubbles at the Russian. Russia raised both his eyebrows. “No? Something worse perhaps? Did you stick it too far in and have trouble pulling it out again?”
America hesitated for a second before shaking his head again. The corner of Russia’s mouth twitched even higher. “Are you sure, America? You seemed uncertain.” He watched the American’s eyes narrow as another stream of bubbles made its way to the surface.
“Well, if it was not a rash and you did not stick it too far inside... Did you perhaps...” Russia gripped the soap in both hand and snapped it in half, holding up the tip end. “Lose this inside?”
America shook his head immediately and vehemently, sending water spraying off his hair. When he had stopped, Russia just looked at him with the smirk still stuck on his face. “Tell the truth, America...”
America started to shake his head again, then stopped and nodded once with bright pink cheeks. Russia broke out in a wide grin and set the two halves on to side of the tub before collapsing into high-pitched laughter.
America glared at Russia, still blushing, and blew a long, furious stream of bubbles at the other man. Then he lashed out with his foot for good measure, planning to make the large nation share his pain. However, Russia sensed the movement and grabbed America’s foot before it could connect, holding it in place until he finished laughing.
Then Russia looked back up at America with a smile on his face. “Do not be ashamed, America. I am sure there are nations even more stupid than you. Somewhere.”
America growled and kicked his leg in an attempt to free his foot, but Russia still refused to let go. “In fact, America, I recall that Prussia ate an apple made from soap--all of it--before he realized that it was not an apple.” The large nation tilted his head to one side as he smiled. “I remember when one would not tell people about such a mistake, America, but he has put it on his blog for everyone to read...”
America glared a Russia for a few more moments before the mental image sunk in. Then he smiled and started laughing as well, finally sitting up straight so that he could laugh from his stomach.
Russia finally released America’s foot as he finished laughing and moved to sit next to Russia, trailing wet fingers over the larger nation’s chest. Then America grinned and leaned close to Russia’s ear, kissing it gently. “By the way,” he whispered, “That soap wasn’t the only fun toy I brought...”
Now it was Russia’s turn to blush light pink as America rested his head on the broad shoulder.
AUTHOR: Raikana Sakaro (raikana_sakaro)
RECIPIENT: aiixael
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Russia/America (...not always in that order) and a bit Canada/Ukraine...
RATING: MA/NC-17
NOTES: Freaking. Long. More of a warning, but still. Also, all editing/encouragement/cattle-prodding done by sketchfiend...as well as help with research and ideas on where to set it/what they should do... Loosely based on real places.
SUMMARY: A seven day date/vacation between Russia and America...and an epilogue just because I wanted to see Canada's reaction to his gifts.
Day Three
Russia woke up all at once the next morning and turned his head to check the clock on the nightstand. It blinked 7:00 at him and he sat up carefully so as not to disturb the sleeping American.
He pulled his cell phone out of his bag and turned it on as he walked out to the front room. He picked up what was left of his vodka from last night and sank into an easy chair, quickly dialing Canada’s home number. He took a swig of the alcohol as the phone rang.
He smiled when he heard the other end click, then Canada’s soft voice. “Hello?”
Russia ran his finger around the lip of the bottle and looked out at the ocean, glittering in the early morning sunlight. “Hello Canada. How are you this morning?”
Canada tensed up immediately and held his phone with both hands. “Ah. H-hello, Russia. How are you?”
“I am well, Canada. And how are you? Are you enjoying your relations with my big sister?” He took another drink from the bottle as he waited for Canada to answer.
Canada took a deep breath and steeled himself. “I...I’m sorry it you’re upset, but I love Ukraine very much and...and she wants to be with me as much as I want to be with her.”
Russia gently tapped his fingers against the arm of his chair, still smiling at the empty room. “Do not worry, little Canada. I am not upset. I just want to ask you some questions...”
“O-okay...” Canada glanced up as Ukraine came out of his bathroom and smiled at him.
Who is it? she mouthed at him, coming to sit beside him on the couch.
He pulled his hand inside his sleeve and used it to mimic Russia’s scarf, giving her the large nation’s customarily creepy smile over the top of it.
She sighed and rolled her eyes, then reached out and grabbed the phone away from him, catching the tail end of Russia’s question. “Russia, stop this, please. You keep scaring away my boyfriends.”
Russia dropped his smile as he heard his sister’s voice. “I am just trying to protect you...” he said, sounding a bit petulant.
“I know you are, Russia, but I am not one of your subordinates anymore. I have to make my own decisions, including who I want to date.” She took a deep breath and smiled weakly at Canada. “I don’t need your protection anymore, big brother. I have to protect myself. So please leave Canada alone.”
Russia caught himself muttering under his breath and stopped as the line went quiet. “If that is what you wish, sister, but if you do this, do not ask for my protection again.”
Ukraine nodded firmly. “Understood. Goodbye, baby brother.”
Russia ended the call without another word, staring sullenly out the patio door as he finished his bottle. Then he dropped it in the trash can as he went to answer the door almost an hour later.
He smiled at the man outside his door, towering several inches over him. “Good morning. This is breakfast, yes?”
The man nodded and pushed the cart towards Russia. “Yes, sir. I hope you enjoy, sir.” He smiled nervously, the hurried down the hall, away from the large Russian.
Russia pulled the cart into the room and took off the top, looking over the plates, frowning. Then he picked up the skirt and relaxed as he found two bottles of vodka hidden on the bottom shelf. He placed the lid back on top before he took out one of the bottles, twisting off the cap as he settled back into the easy chair again.
America woke up a few hours later and groaned as he felt the pounding in his head. He rolled over to go back to sleep, but as he did, his stomach decided to make itself known as well.
He quickly stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom, managing to get in front of the toilet before he emptied his stomach. He stayed in front of the toilet with his eyes closed as he waited for his nausea to pass. Once he was sure there was nothing else to bring up, he reached up blindly and flushed the toilet.
America groaned as he finally stood up and brushed his teeth to get rid of the taste of bile. Then he stood up after rinsing his mouth and jumped when he saw Russia standing behind him smiling in the mirror. “God, Russia! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
Russia smiled innocently at the American with his hands behind his back. “Of course not, America. We are friends now and one does not wish harm on one’s friends, yes?”
“Then why the hell are you sneaking up on me like that?” America grabbed the washcloth and quickly scrubbed his mouth clean.
Russia put his hand on America’s shoulder and patted it a few times. “I am not sneaking up on you, America, you just do not notice me when I come in. Perhaps you are too stupid.”
America glared at Russia’s reflection and whirled around. “I am not stupid! Now get out! I have to take a leak.”
Russia shrugged, smiled at America, then turned to leave the room, going back to his bottle. He would just let America find the food on his own. A few minutes later, America finally wandered out of the bedroom, now naked for some reason.
The large man stopped drinking for a moment as he watched America walk past, smiling behind his scarf as he watched the muscles move under America’s skin, making an ever-changing pattern of lights and darks. Then America turned around as he found the cart and Russia buried his face even deeper inside his scarf as he stared at America’s soft dick, swinging gently with his movement. Finally, he was brought out of his trance by the sight of food falling down America’s stomach and catching in his pubes.
America grinned as he saw the Russian’s eyes refocus and walked over to stand in front of the chair, shaking his hips. “Like what you see?” he muttered through a mouthful of bacon. “Wanna bite?” He grabbed a pancake off the top of the stack and wrapped it around his dick, waggling it in front of Russia’s face. “Yeah, I bet you want some of this, don’t you?”
Russia leaned forward a few inches, his eyes focusing on America’s dick again, feeling his mouth water. Then he opened his mouth as he kept leaning forward. He was about to take a bite when a piece of half-chewed bacon fell on top of the pancake. Russia immediately pulled back a few inches as he stared at the meat.
America reached down and plucked the bacon off, shoving it back in his mouth. “Sorry. Go on...it’s still all for you...”
Russia shook his head and sank back into the chair. “You eat it. I have already had breakfast.”
America pouted and wiggled his dick in front of Russia a few more times before he sighed, unrolled the pancake, and shoved it into his mouth as well. He plopped down into the second easy chair, a few feet away from Russia and kept inhaling the food as fast as he could.
Russia stared at the opposite wall and took another pull of vodka as he listened to America eat. “How can you eat like that, America? Were you not just sick?”
America shrugged and sucked down a piece of fruit, then chased it with half a cup of light-brown coffee. “I’m just feeling better, now. Hey! You wanna go out for a hike today?”
Russia shook his head, still looking at the blank wall. “No, America. No activities. No supper out. No spas.”
America grinned and winked at the large man. “Gotcha. So you’re pretty horny today, then?”
Russia shook his head yet again. “No. I do not want something that has...held a piece of chewed meat.” He shuddered internally and took another sip.
America stuck his tongue out at the Russian. “That was just a little mistake. Matt told me that’s really sexy and he always has the best sex right after he does it. I would imagine so, with the size of her knockers...”
Russia picked a discarded throw pillow off the carpet and hit America in the face with it. “Be quiet, America. That is my sister you are talking about.”
America shoved the pillow away and stuck his tongue out again. “Fine. But I’m just complimenting her, man. Her bod is totally rocking.”
Russia glowered at the wall and hit America with the pillow again. “Shut up, America, before I hit you with something less soft.” He glanced at the American as he pulled the pillow away and saw the mouth open. Then he turned to glare at America out of the corner of his eye, brandishing a fist.
America shut his mouth and stared at the tray as he finished off the rest of the food, waiting for Russia to calm down again. Finally he looked back to Russia. “So what are you going to do, then?”
Russia shrugged and set his bottle on the floor. “Stay here. Perhaps read a book.”
America made a face and put the lid back on the cart. “Fuck you’re boring... Not even any sex?”
Russia shook his head and levered himself out of his chair. “No, America, vacations are for relaxing and I am going to relax.”
America craned his head to watch as Russia walked into the bedroom. “No, man! This is a romantic getaway and those are for fucking!” He jumped out of his chair, spilled crumbs and bits of bacon all over the floor as he followed Russia into the other room.
Russia looked up from his shorts, pulling them up to his waist. “No, America. I do not want sex. I just want to be left alone.”
America hurried over and clung to the larger man’s arm, giving him a pleading look. “C’mon, please, Russia? Or...or can we at least do something romantic without any sex or anything?”
Russia zipped up the fly on his pants, shaking his head again. “No.”
America frowned for a moment as he thought, staring down at Russia’s nipple. Meanwhile, Russia tried to pull his arm away from America. “Let go, America. I need to put on my shirt.”
America shook his head absently as he kept thinking. “No, you don’t. Guys without shirts is okay...” Finally, he looked up at Russia with a grin on his face. “I know! You promised me a massage! Come on! Give me my massage and I’ll leave you alone, okay? Massages are so fucking romantic...”
Russia sighed and rolled his eyes. “Very well, America. Lay down on the bed and I will give you a massage...”
America let go of the Russian’s arm and pumped his fist into the air before he hurried over to the bed and threw himself on it face-first. Russia glanced at the door for a moment, considering making an escape while he could, but then he turned back to the bed and climbed up to straddle the naked American.
America made a contented noise and rested his cheek on his arms, closing his eyes as he felt Russia settle across his hips. Then he moaned softly as the larger man started gently rubbing his shoulders, neck, and back. He felt himself relaxing and smiled. “I thought you said yours was better than the one yesterday... Feels the same so far.”
Russia increased the pressure, kneading the young nation’s muscles. “I am just beginning, America. You must have patience.”
America snorted and moved his head to rest on the other cheek. “You say that... I bet you do it just like those girls yesterday. And I bet you really liked it more than you wanna admit.”
Russia pressed against America particularly hard, listening to a joint pop before easing up again. He smirked as he heard the young nation grunt. “That is a small taste of what is coming, America. Do you still want my massage?”
America twisted the top of his torso around to grin at Russia. “Bring it on, bitch.”
Twenty minutes later, Russia was kneading America’s back so hard that the other nation was making a dent in the mattress. Then he grabbed one of America’s arms, pulled it from underneath his head, and pressed it as far back as it would go before bending it, trying to get America’s hand all the way up to his neck.
Instead of a cry of pain, though, he heard America moan as the other man relaxed further. He frowned and released the arm, then grabbed America’s other arm to repeat the process, only receiving another moan from him.
Russia glared at the back of America’s head and twisted both arms up behind his back. He finally heard a strained grunt, but it was followed by relaxation with a sigh. Then he shifted his grip on America’s arms and planted his knee in the small of America’s back, pulling on the arms so hard that the young man’s torso lifted off the sheets. After a moment, though, America turned to dead weight in Russia’s hands as he relaxed again.
After several more minutes, and many more eye-watering poses, Russia knelt to one side and grabbed America’s wrists in one hand and ankles in the other, pulling them up and back until his hands were touching and America was barely touching the bed anymore. Then he heard a moan from the American, with a different tone than the others, then felt the muscles tense up again.
Russia smirked and let America fall back to the bed. “Do you give up?” he asked, leaning to one side to look the young man in the face. Then he saw the blush spread across America’s cheeks and the small smile on his face.
America shook his head and looked up at the Russian with the smile still on his face. “Nope. You were right. That is the best massage I’ve had...”
Russia frowned as he sat up again, then noticed the tiny jerking motions America’s hips were making. He raised his eyebrow and shoved his hand under America, feeling his erection. “...only you could be aroused by almost having your joints dislocated, America...”
America turned partway on his side and grinned back at Russia. “Well, it’s not every day I almost get my joints dislocated by a half-naked Russian...” Then his grin softened into a sappy smile. “I love you, man...”
Russia grunted and shoved the American back down against the mattress, reaching for the lube, missing America’s muttered “And fuck are you hot...” as he twisted the cap off. He quickly squirted some onto his fingers and tossed the tube in the general direction of the nightstand before spreading America’s ass and smearing the lube on his hole.
Then the large man leaned down to kiss America’s neck before gently biting the skin as he pushed his fingers in, stretching America and listening to the desperate moans coming from the man under him. He finally pressed one last kiss against the neck before moving back a few inches and using his free hand to shove his pants and boxers down his hip to free his erection.
America groaned and moved his hips down against the blanket as Russia removed his fingers. Then he felt something soft and warm and heavy and hard rest against his ass and moaned again. “God, Russia, yes, do it...”
Russia smirked and carefully settled himself over America’s legs, spread his ass with both hands, and pushed inside carefully, but not slowly. Within seconds, he was buried deep inside America’s well-lubed ass and started rolling his hips against the young man.
America let out a breathy moan and tried to slip his hand between his hips and the blanket, but Russia grabbed his wrist and put the hand back by his head. “No, no, America. You are doing this my way...” Then he pinned America’s hips to the bed with his hands and started thrusting in earnest, pulling halfway out before slamming back in.
America moaned again and tried to thrust back against the larger man with his hips still pinned. Then he felt the Russian move again and found himself completely pinned underneath Russia’s body as the larger man started humping him like an animal.
Then America bit his lip and groaned at the visual in his head, now feeling the stretching more keenly as he ground down into the bed. He turned his head to one side as he moaned again. “...god, Russia...yes...yes...! Harder, man...harder...!”
Russia reached over and bit down on America’s ear, humping faster and harder as he heard America begging. He pressed down on the young man, grinding him against the bed and pounding in and out, over and over, listening to his moans grow louder and farther apart as he gasped for breath.
America finally whined he desperately rubbed his dick against the blanket, trying to find his release even though his actions were severely restricted by Russia pressing him down into the bed. Finally, though, the older man pressed him against the covers hard, grinding against his ass slowly and teasingly. He finally managed to grind against the blanket in just the right way as he gasped for breath as the pleasure washed over him and he shot his load on top of the comforter.
Russia finally fell over the edge as he felt America’s body tighten around him, and he breathed heavily as he propped himself up on his arms, thrusting shallowly inside America as he orgasmed. Then he took a deep breath and sat up on his knees again, pulling out gently.
America rolled over under him and smiled sleepily. “That was great, man. Thanks...”
Russia pulled his pants back up and climbed off the bed, grabbing his shirt. “I will be back soon, America.”
America nodded and moved to the head of the bed, slipping under the covers. “I’ll wait for you...”
Russia nodded and left the room as soon as his shirt was on. When he finally returned with a book, he found America asleep in bed and sat down next to him with the book and a bottle of vodka, smiling slightly as he felt an arm drape across his lap. Then he took one last look at the half-naked man on the book cover and opened it, starting to read.
* * *
Russia finally looked down again a few hours later when he felt America stir, now sprawled halfway across his lap. He marked his place in the book and set it aside as the bright blue eyes snapped open.
America quickly looked around before sitting up with a grimace. “Man...do I look as gross as I feel?”
Russia tilted his head to one side, looking America over before he reached out to touch the translucent smears on the young nation’s stomach. “A bit.”
America shook his head and climbed out of bed. “I’m gonna take a bath...” he muttered, then glanced back at Russia and grinned. “Why don’t you come with me?”
Russia shook his head and reached for his book again. “No. Baths are for one person.”
America walked around to Russia’s side of the bed and crawled up to straddle the other man’s lap, wiggling his hips so his dick swung from side to side. “See? Florida wants you to come with me.”
Russia rolled his eyes and grabbed America’s pillow, pressing it over his naked crotch. “Your genitals are not a dog, America. Go take your bath. I will wait.”
America sat back on Russia’s shins and pouted. “Come on, Russia... That tub is too big for just me. I get lonely. Besides, it has bubbles and shit in it!”
Russia kept holding the pillow on America’s lap. “Are you going to keep pestering me until I give in?”
America just grinned widely in response, bouncing on Russia’s legs eagerly. Russia just sighed and lifted one legs, knocking America to the floor before climbing out of bed. “Are you coming, America?”
America scrambled back to his feet as Russia headed into the bathroom. “Yeah! Just a second! I just gotta grab my stuff!”
Russia walked into the bathroom and started running the water as he stripped off his clothes. Then he climbed in and leaned back against the wall of the tub as it filled with steaming hot water.
America joined him shortly after with his hands clasped behind his back. Russia glanced at the younger man, raising his eyebrow. “What are you hiding?”
America grinned and brought his arm out from behind his back, poking Russia’s face with the wet and slippery object in his hand. Russia frowned at America, then grabbed his wrist, pulling the hand away so he could see what was poking him. As soon as he had seen it, though, he wished he hadn’t. “What...is that?”
America tried to press his hand forward, but was stopped so he just wiggled it around. “Isn’t it great? I bought it online. It’s even red, white, and blue like my flag! But it’s actually soap and...and it might be fun to stick it up your ass, but you’re not supposed to. The doctor said so.”
Russia tore his gaze away from the dildo-shaped soap and gave America a confused look. “...the doctor, America?”
America’s face turned pink, then he coughed and looked down for a moment. “Nothing. Let’s not talk about that...”
Russia smirked and pulled the soap from America’s hand. “And why not? It sounds like an interesting story, America...”
America sank down into the water until his chin was barely above the surface. “It’s nothing. Drop it.”
Russia casually tossed the soap from one hand to the other, still looking straight at America. “Did you actually try to use this as a sex toy, America? And why did you have to call a doctor? Did you get a rash?”
America shook his head, now partly submerged, and blew rude bubbles at the Russian. Russia raised both his eyebrows. “No? Something worse perhaps? Did you stick it too far in and have trouble pulling it out again?”
America hesitated for a second before shaking his head again. The corner of Russia’s mouth twitched even higher. “Are you sure, America? You seemed uncertain.” He watched the American’s eyes narrow as another stream of bubbles made its way to the surface.
“Well, if it was not a rash and you did not stick it too far inside... Did you perhaps...” Russia gripped the soap in both hand and snapped it in half, holding up the tip end. “Lose this inside?”
America shook his head immediately and vehemently, sending water spraying off his hair. When he had stopped, Russia just looked at him with the smirk still stuck on his face. “Tell the truth, America...”
America started to shake his head again, then stopped and nodded once with bright pink cheeks. Russia broke out in a wide grin and set the two halves on to side of the tub before collapsing into high-pitched laughter.
America glared at Russia, still blushing, and blew a long, furious stream of bubbles at the other man. Then he lashed out with his foot for good measure, planning to make the large nation share his pain. However, Russia sensed the movement and grabbed America’s foot before it could connect, holding it in place until he finished laughing.
Then Russia looked back up at America with a smile on his face. “Do not be ashamed, America. I am sure there are nations even more stupid than you. Somewhere.”
America growled and kicked his leg in an attempt to free his foot, but Russia still refused to let go. “In fact, America, I recall that Prussia ate an apple made from soap--all of it--before he realized that it was not an apple.” The large nation tilted his head to one side as he smiled. “I remember when one would not tell people about such a mistake, America, but he has put it on his blog for everyone to read...”
America glared a Russia for a few more moments before the mental image sunk in. Then he smiled and started laughing as well, finally sitting up straight so that he could laugh from his stomach.
Russia finally released America’s foot as he finished laughing and moved to sit next to Russia, trailing wet fingers over the larger nation’s chest. Then America grinned and leaned close to Russia’s ear, kissing it gently. “By the way,” he whispered, “That soap wasn’t the only fun toy I brought...”
Now it was Russia’s turn to blush light pink as America rested his head on the broad shoulder.