[Fic Fill] A Week To Ourselves 7/8
TITLE: A Week To Ourselves - Day 7
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. ...overall rating is MA, but this chapter is pretty PG.
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 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6
Day Seven
America woke up slowly to the feeling of soft, cool lips brushing across his face and neck. He smiled as he opened his eyes and reached up to gently run his fingers through Russia’s hair. “...morning,” he murmured as the larger man lifted his head to look at him.
Russia frowned and pressed the back of his hand to America’s forehead. “Are you feeling well, America?”
The smaller nation moaned softly and arched up into Russia’s gentle touches. “Better than that. I’m feeling great.” He pulled Russia’s hand away from his forehead and kissed the back of it before letting it go. “Why do you ask?”
Russia pressed one last kiss against America’s forehead before sitting back. “You just looked feverish, but if you say you are fine...”
America pushed himself into a sitting position and stretched his arms out to either side, yawning widely. “Perfectly fine,” he reassured the older man as he climbed out of bed, wandering off to look for the breakfast cart.
Russia just hummed and bent to pick up his suitcase, starting to re-pack it as America came back with his food. “Are you already prepared, America?” he asked carefully packing away his original outfit and placing his new shorts and shirts on top of it.
America shrugged and leaned back on the headboard. “We still have a few hours. It doesn’t take that long to throw all my stuff in a bag.”
Russia closed his suitcase and pressed down on it with one hand as he flipped the latches with the other, leaving his clean uniform laid out on the bed. “Would you like me to do your packing for you?”
America shook his head and leaned forward, smiling at Russia. “No...I’d much rather spend some quality time with you before leaving...if you catch my drift.” He waggled his eyebrows at the other man.
Russia just shook his head and reached for America’s suitcase, laying it open on the bed. “No, America. We will have time enough for that on your plane, yes? We need to get ready, now. Maybe if we have time after packing, but I do not think we will.” Then he climbed off the bed and walked around the room, gathering up America’s dirty clothes and folding them neatly into the suitcase.
America quickly scarfed down his breakfast and laid back down, this time across the width of the bed so his head was resting next to his suitcase. “Chill, man. Everything will be fine. You don’t need to act so much like Germany...”
Russia sighed as he placed another outfit into the bag, then leaned down to kiss the young man. “I must disagree, America. We will have to check out soon and be at the airport not long after that. Now, please get dressed.”
America sighed and rolled his eyes, sitting up again. “Fine...fine! I’ll get dressed, but you had better make this worth it on the plane...” He reached over and tugged his last clean outfit from his suitcase before it was completely buried, climbing out of bed again to dress. Then he tugged open the nightstand drawers and pulled out the toys and lube he had stashed there during the week, dropping them back into his second bag.
With Russia’s help, America’s bags were soon packed and sitting in a neat pile on the bedspread. Russia then smiled and turned to the young blond, kissing him on the cheek by way of reward. “See? That was not so difficult.”
America pouted and looked at the pile of bags. “And how are we supposed to get all that to the airport?”
Russia picked up the phone next to the bed and punched in the number to the front desk. “Yes, hello. This is Mr. Braginski. We are checking out, now, so could you call a taxi, please? Yes. Thank you. Goodbye.” Then he turned to America with a smile and gestured to the phone. “That is how we are getting all of this to the airport. We should move everything outside, now, and I will wait for the taxi while you go check out, yes?”
America grumbled to himself and picked up two of the bags, heading for the door. Russia picked up his own suitcase and the gift bags, following America out the door. He watched the blond walk off towards the offices and turned back to do one last check of the room before closing the door for good. Then he took a deep breath, smiled, and softly hummed a Hawaiian tune to himself as he waited.
* * *
America sighed and paced back and forth inside the airport, waiting for the plane’s staff to finish checking and stowing their bags. Then he looked over at the small book shop for the hundredth time and finally stalked over to it, skimming his eyes over the magazines in the rack. Then he grinned and his face lit up as he saw one on the bottom shelf, buried way in the back.
He reached down and pulled it out, smirking as he saw the plain white plastic wrapping around with with just a title printed on the front. “Oh hell yes...” he murmured to himself as he carried it up to the counter, setting it down next to some bills.
The clerk raised his eyebrow and gave America a once-over before glancing down at the magazine. “I.D. please.”
America grinned and pulled out his wallet, glad that none of his recently problems had made him look any older. He pulled out his driver’s license and set it on the counter proudly. The clerk picked it up, checked the birthdate and twisted it around a few times to make sure it was real. Then he set it back down, rang up the magazine, and handed America his change. “Thank you for your business,” he said before sitting back down on his stool and picking up a newspaper.
America giggled quietly to himself as he walked back over to Russia. “Hey. Hey, check out what I found...” he whispered, holding out the white-wrapped package. “I think I’m gonna give it to my brother. Along with that statue.”
Russia raised his eyebrow as he looked at bag in America’s hands. “And what, pray tell, is that?”
America grinned and giggled again as he wiggled it in front of the larger man. “A nudie magazine. A special one, all full of Hawaiian Honeys. See? It says so right there.” He jabbed his finger at the title, then held the book close to his body.
Russia just sighed and shook his head, looking out over the crowd to see if he could spot the men in black suits coming for them. While he was looking in one direction, though, the secret service men approached them from a different direction and surrounded them, forming a black circle of intimidation.
One of the men walked up between Russia and America, grabbing their upper arms and looking back and forth between the two men briefly. “The aircraft is ready, sir. Please come with us and try not to attract any attention.”
Russia looked at the human next to him, then looked out over the top of their guard ring at the rest of the fliers who were busy staring back. He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his free hand before quietly following the secret service men.
* * *
Russia smiled as he propped himself up onto one elbow, looking down at America with his short hair spread over the pillow. He reached out with his free hand and placed it on the younger man’s stomach, softly running it up, over the muscles to brush against his collarbone.
Then he leaned down and gently kissed America’s brow, his cheeks, his gently fluttering eyelid, and then his nose before finally pressing their lips together. He felt the young nation moan softly and soon he returned the kiss.
When he finally pulled away, Russia saw America smiling up at him. “I could get used to waking up like this...” the young nation said softly, reaching out a hand to run down Russia’s chest, brushing against the soft hairs there.
Russia just hummed and rubbed his palm against America’s side. “But you will not get used to it... Once we land we are again Nations with duties and other obligations, yes?”
America sighed and curled his hand into a fist, thumping it against Russia’s chest before nodding reluctantly. “Yes. But, dammit, I wish this didn’t have to end...”
Russia hummed again as he leaned down to kiss America again, digging his fingers into the other’s hip. When he finally pulled back, he pressed his forehead against America’s, looking into the bright blue eyes. “But it will end, so you should enjoy what time you have left. Yes?”
America laughed softly and moved to kiss the Russian’s nose. “Yes...” Then he pushed Russia onto his back and climbed up to straddle the larger man’s hips, kissing him deeply and passionately. He braced his hands against Russia’s chest and broke the kiss, still keeping his face in front of the Russian’s as he slowly rolled their hips together.
Russia smiled and pressed soft kisses to the corners of America’s mouth, his chin, and up his cheeks, running his hands up and down the young man’s back, gently massaging the muscles there. Then he moaned softly as America’s thrusting hit a sensitive spot and he arched his hips up as his fingers curled, scratching the young man’s skin.
America’s back stiffened as Russia pulled his fingers away, then let out a high-pitched whine as he sat up, his face pinched. Then he sucked in a deep breath and closed his eyes. “Gah...fucking hell!” he said finally, hanging his head as his back relaxed again. “Fuck that burns...”
Russia sat up under America, frowning as he reached around and felt the other’s back. “Are you okay, America?”
America shook his head. “It just hurt like hell. What did you do?” he asked, climbing off the taller man to look for a mirror.
Russia climbed off the bed and followed America out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. “It was just a small scratch, America. I did not think it would hurt you.”
America stood in front of the mirror with his back to it and tried to twist his neck off his shoulders in an effort to see behind himself. After a few minutes of twisting and bending and brief glimpses, America finally turned back to face Russia. “Well, it still looks intact... Why did it hurt so much, though?”
Russia stepped closer and turned America around to face the mirror. “Perhaps it has to do with your skin looking feverish, America?”
“I am not feverish!” snapped the young nation, glowering at Russia. In return Russia simply pointed to the mirror. America sighed and turned back to the mirror, looking at his naked body, smiling as he admired the curve of his muscles and the healthy pink tinge to his tanned skin. Then he frowned as he looked down at his arm, finally seeing the reddish tint to the skin. “...shit,” he said finally.
Russia reached around to feel America’s forehead again. “...so you are feverish, then?”
America shook his head briefly and pulled away from the larger man, heading back to the bedroom. “No. I’m still not feverish. I just have a bit of a sunburn.” He sat down on the edge of the bed with a sigh.
Russia leaned against the doorjamb and frowned at America. “Can I do something to help?”
America grinned at the older man. “Don’t be silly. It’s just a bit of a sunburn. I’m fine. We just have to be careful of scratching my skin because apparently that burns like hell.”
Russia just looked at America for a moment before grabbing his pants from the floor and pulling them on. Once the last button was buttoned, nodded to the younger man. “I will be back soon.” Then he turned and left the forward suite to find the on-board doctor.
After a few minutes of searching, he found the medical section and walked in, doing his best to loom over the woman standing there. After a few moments, she looked up and raised he eyebrow. “Yes? Can I help you with something?”
Russia leaned forward, smiling at her. “You will give me some medication for sunburns, yes?”
The doctor pursed her lips and looked Russia over. “...no, I will not. You don’t look like you need any.”
Russia blinked and looked down at himself for a moment before looking back to the shorter woman. “It is not for me. It is for my friend. Now may I have some?”
She narrowed her eyes and looked him over again. Then she turned away for a moment and grabbed a bottle of green gel, holding it out to him. “You can have this and nothing stronger. Go on with you,” she said, shooing him out.
Russia blinked again, but held the bottle close to his chest and walked back up to the front suite. He walked into the bedroom and found it empty, so he dropped the bottle on the bedspread and walked back to the bathroom. He smiled to himself as he heard the shower running and shut the door quietly behind himself. Then he walked over to the shower door and stood in front of it, waiting for America to finish.
America hummed contentedly to himself as he shut off the cold water, quickly shaking his head to get rid of the excess water in his hair. Then he turned and opened the door with a smile, quickly losing the smile as he cried out and stepped back, leaning against the shower wall. Then his brain caught up to him and he pushed away from the wall. “Fuck, Russia! Don’t do that to me! I just about had a heart attack!”
Russia just smiled and reached out his hand to the younger nation. “Do not worry. I have medicine to make you feel better, now. Come. I will show you.”
America took Russia’s hand and carefully stepped out of the shower. “That was...nice of you, but I’m fine. Really.” He grabbed the towel and dried himself off, hissing through his teeth as the terrycloth rubbed roughly against his skin.
Russia pulled the towel away from America and tossed it in the sink. Then he grabbed the young nation’s arm and pulled him into the bedroom. “Lay down on your stomach. I will use the medicine on you, yes?”
America rolled his eyes, but climbed onto to the bed and laid down on it with his chin resting on his arms. Russia grabbed the bottle of gel from the blanket next to America and knelt on the bed, leaning over America as he opened the cap. He squirted some of the gel onto America’s back and started rubbing it in.
America let his eyes slide shut as he felt the strong hands spread cool gel across his skin, moaning softly and shivering as the warm hands moved from spot to spot, leaving coldness behind them. He turned his head to the side and tried to look back up at Russia. “You’re overreacting to this whole thing...” he said quietly with a soft smile.
Russia stopped for a moment and leaned over to look America in the face. “Do you truly think that?”
America nodded slowly. “Yeah...but you can keep going. Your overreaction feels good.” He smiled one last time at Russia and buried his face in his arms as the large hands went back to spreading cool gel on his back.
Russia finally finished with the back and climbed off of America, smiling as he leaned down to face the younger man. “Roll over, now, America, so I can put medicine on your front.”
America lifted his head and look at the Russian, then grunted softly as he rolled over onto his back. Russia straddled his hips again and squirted a large dollop of gel onto the blond’s chest, starting to spread it with both hands, rubbing up his chest, then out and down over his nipples. Then he pulled his hands down America’s sides and back to center, spreading it up over his abs.
Russia finally leaned forward to kiss America again as he started massaging the gel into the burnt skin, working his hand from the younger man’s shoulders down, stopping to gently tease the hard nipples. Then he moved down to massage America’s stomach with firm, long strokes from the center out, pulling his back to a lightly teasing touch as he approached the blond’s groin.
America moaned against Russia’s mouth and bucked his hips up to press against Russia’s hand. Then he broke the kiss and gave the Russian a lusty look. “Yes...do it. Please.”
Russia smiled as he pulled back and brought his free hand up to tease America’s nipples again. “Gladly.” Then he pulled back and grabbed the gel, squeezing a small dot onto his hand before kissing America again and wrapping his hand around the young man’s half-hard dick, spreading the gel over the shaft.
America sucked in a breath through his nose and squeezed his eyes shut as he moaned against Russia’s lips, quickly growing hard under the teasing touches and tingling feelings from the gel. He let Russia stroke him a few more times before reaching down and pulling the hand away from his shaft, breaking the kiss to catch his breath. “E...enough,” he said. “Do...whatever you’re...going to do.”
Russia simply nodded and pressed one last kiss to America’s lips before sliding down the bed and off the end of it. Then he grabbed America’s legs and pulled him closer to the edge of the bed before leaning forward and pressing his lips to the base of the young man’s dick, running them up the underside before opening his mouth and taking the head inside.
America gasped as he felt the sudden heat envelop him and rocked his hips up as his legs took on a life of their own, wrapping around Russia and moving up and down his back, digging his heels into the soft flesh.
Russia brought one hand up under the American’s legs to grab his hip, pressing his fingertips into his ass as he moved his mouth up and down America’s shaft. He reached his free hand down to his pants and briefly rubbed the bulge between his legs before popping the button and unzipping the fly to let it out.
America reached one hand down to lay on top of Russia’s hand, gripping it desperately as he rolled his hips in a small circle. He brought the other hand down and rested it on Russia’s head, stroking the soft hair a few times before gripping it with his fist as he moaned. “Yes...Russia, fuck yes...!”
Russia pulled his mouth off and teased the younger man with his tongue before taking the erection back into his mouth. He stared up over the muscular stomach and chest at America’s head, barely visible from his point of view. He had no problem imagining the expressions on the younger man’s face as he moved his hand over his own dick quickly, breathing deeply through his nose as he tried not to moan too loudly.
America felt his breathing grow ragged as he tried to thrust into Russia’s mouth, feeling the familiar tightness in his crotch, but the large hand on his hip held him back, so he could only roll his hips a fraction of an inch. Then he felt something hard scrape against his shaft, then up over his head. He cried out loudly, then gasped for breath as he reached orgasm, filling the Russian’s mouth.
Russia loosened his grip on America’s hip as he pulled his mouth off the young man’s dick, a small trail of white escaping down his chin before he can close his mouth and swallow. Once his mouth is empty again, he smiled and leaned down, gently kissing the underside of America’s shaft as his hand quickly worked his own length, groaning as he neared the end. Then he turned his head to the side and gently kissed the inside of America’s thigh before letting out a high-pitched moan as he came all over the floor, squeezing the last of it out into his hand as he caught his breath.
America finally relaxed his legs with a satisfied smile and looked down his body as Russia stood up, taking off his pants quickly before climbing back into bed. America reached out and cupped the larger man’s cheek as he laid down, leaning over to kiss him gently. “I’ll miss this,” he gently murmured against the other’s lips.
Russia smiled back and moved closer to America, holding him tight. “There will be other times, America...”
America laughed shortly and brushed Russia’s hair back. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’ll be looking forward to them.”
“As will I, America. As will I...”
* * *
America sat in his seat near the plane’s door, tapping his fingers against his armrest impatiently as he looked across the table to see Russia sitting calmly in the other seat, dressed in his uniform and heavy jacket once again, holding his small suitcase on his lap. When the large nation saw America looking at him, he smiled at the younger man over the top of his scarf.
America smiled back briefly as he felt a short series of bumps. Then he glanced around, waiting for someone to come tell him it was alright to stand up again. Several minutes later, a few of the secret service men filed into the room, opening the door cautiously and heading down the stairs outside as more service men came into the room, surrounding the two nations in case something happened. Then the men nodded and moved away from America and Russia, taking up posts along the edge of the room.
America smiled at Russia again as he stood up, holding out his hand. Russia stood up and took the young nation’s hand, shaking it briefly. America glanced around the room quickly as he shook back, then tugged on the hand and pulled Russia into a tight hug, still smiling. He finally released the larger man and gave him one last kiss on the lips before stepping back. “It was good to spend time with you, Russia.”
Russia nodded and reached out one hand to pat America’s shoulder awkwardly. “It was very good. Thank you, America. I enjoyed myself.”
America just smiled and turned to watch Russia as he walked out the door, then stood in the doorway to watch Russia walk down the stairs and across the tarmac, heading for a government car sitting on the edge of the runway.
Finally, the car drove off and America waved to it before he found several pairs of hands pulling him back. He fought them for a moment, then sighed and let the secret service guide him back to his seat, closing the door and locking it. Only a few minutes later, America felt the plane start to move forward again and propped his chin in his hand, staring out the window as they took off.
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. ...overall rating is MA, but this chapter is pretty PG.
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 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6
Day Seven
America woke up slowly to the feeling of soft, cool lips brushing across his face and neck. He smiled as he opened his eyes and reached up to gently run his fingers through Russia’s hair. “...morning,” he murmured as the larger man lifted his head to look at him.
Russia frowned and pressed the back of his hand to America’s forehead. “Are you feeling well, America?”
The smaller nation moaned softly and arched up into Russia’s gentle touches. “Better than that. I’m feeling great.” He pulled Russia’s hand away from his forehead and kissed the back of it before letting it go. “Why do you ask?”
Russia pressed one last kiss against America’s forehead before sitting back. “You just looked feverish, but if you say you are fine...”
America pushed himself into a sitting position and stretched his arms out to either side, yawning widely. “Perfectly fine,” he reassured the older man as he climbed out of bed, wandering off to look for the breakfast cart.
Russia just hummed and bent to pick up his suitcase, starting to re-pack it as America came back with his food. “Are you already prepared, America?” he asked carefully packing away his original outfit and placing his new shorts and shirts on top of it.
America shrugged and leaned back on the headboard. “We still have a few hours. It doesn’t take that long to throw all my stuff in a bag.”
Russia closed his suitcase and pressed down on it with one hand as he flipped the latches with the other, leaving his clean uniform laid out on the bed. “Would you like me to do your packing for you?”
America shook his head and leaned forward, smiling at Russia. “No...I’d much rather spend some quality time with you before leaving...if you catch my drift.” He waggled his eyebrows at the other man.
Russia just shook his head and reached for America’s suitcase, laying it open on the bed. “No, America. We will have time enough for that on your plane, yes? We need to get ready, now. Maybe if we have time after packing, but I do not think we will.” Then he climbed off the bed and walked around the room, gathering up America’s dirty clothes and folding them neatly into the suitcase.
America quickly scarfed down his breakfast and laid back down, this time across the width of the bed so his head was resting next to his suitcase. “Chill, man. Everything will be fine. You don’t need to act so much like Germany...”
Russia sighed as he placed another outfit into the bag, then leaned down to kiss the young man. “I must disagree, America. We will have to check out soon and be at the airport not long after that. Now, please get dressed.”
America sighed and rolled his eyes, sitting up again. “Fine...fine! I’ll get dressed, but you had better make this worth it on the plane...” He reached over and tugged his last clean outfit from his suitcase before it was completely buried, climbing out of bed again to dress. Then he tugged open the nightstand drawers and pulled out the toys and lube he had stashed there during the week, dropping them back into his second bag.
With Russia’s help, America’s bags were soon packed and sitting in a neat pile on the bedspread. Russia then smiled and turned to the young blond, kissing him on the cheek by way of reward. “See? That was not so difficult.”
America pouted and looked at the pile of bags. “And how are we supposed to get all that to the airport?”
Russia picked up the phone next to the bed and punched in the number to the front desk. “Yes, hello. This is Mr. Braginski. We are checking out, now, so could you call a taxi, please? Yes. Thank you. Goodbye.” Then he turned to America with a smile and gestured to the phone. “That is how we are getting all of this to the airport. We should move everything outside, now, and I will wait for the taxi while you go check out, yes?”
America grumbled to himself and picked up two of the bags, heading for the door. Russia picked up his own suitcase and the gift bags, following America out the door. He watched the blond walk off towards the offices and turned back to do one last check of the room before closing the door for good. Then he took a deep breath, smiled, and softly hummed a Hawaiian tune to himself as he waited.
* * *
America sighed and paced back and forth inside the airport, waiting for the plane’s staff to finish checking and stowing their bags. Then he looked over at the small book shop for the hundredth time and finally stalked over to it, skimming his eyes over the magazines in the rack. Then he grinned and his face lit up as he saw one on the bottom shelf, buried way in the back.
He reached down and pulled it out, smirking as he saw the plain white plastic wrapping around with with just a title printed on the front. “Oh hell yes...” he murmured to himself as he carried it up to the counter, setting it down next to some bills.
The clerk raised his eyebrow and gave America a once-over before glancing down at the magazine. “I.D. please.”
America grinned and pulled out his wallet, glad that none of his recently problems had made him look any older. He pulled out his driver’s license and set it on the counter proudly. The clerk picked it up, checked the birthdate and twisted it around a few times to make sure it was real. Then he set it back down, rang up the magazine, and handed America his change. “Thank you for your business,” he said before sitting back down on his stool and picking up a newspaper.
America giggled quietly to himself as he walked back over to Russia. “Hey. Hey, check out what I found...” he whispered, holding out the white-wrapped package. “I think I’m gonna give it to my brother. Along with that statue.”
Russia raised his eyebrow as he looked at bag in America’s hands. “And what, pray tell, is that?”
America grinned and giggled again as he wiggled it in front of the larger man. “A nudie magazine. A special one, all full of Hawaiian Honeys. See? It says so right there.” He jabbed his finger at the title, then held the book close to his body.
Russia just sighed and shook his head, looking out over the crowd to see if he could spot the men in black suits coming for them. While he was looking in one direction, though, the secret service men approached them from a different direction and surrounded them, forming a black circle of intimidation.
One of the men walked up between Russia and America, grabbing their upper arms and looking back and forth between the two men briefly. “The aircraft is ready, sir. Please come with us and try not to attract any attention.”
Russia looked at the human next to him, then looked out over the top of their guard ring at the rest of the fliers who were busy staring back. He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his free hand before quietly following the secret service men.
* * *
Russia smiled as he propped himself up onto one elbow, looking down at America with his short hair spread over the pillow. He reached out with his free hand and placed it on the younger man’s stomach, softly running it up, over the muscles to brush against his collarbone.
Then he leaned down and gently kissed America’s brow, his cheeks, his gently fluttering eyelid, and then his nose before finally pressing their lips together. He felt the young nation moan softly and soon he returned the kiss.
When he finally pulled away, Russia saw America smiling up at him. “I could get used to waking up like this...” the young nation said softly, reaching out a hand to run down Russia’s chest, brushing against the soft hairs there.
Russia just hummed and rubbed his palm against America’s side. “But you will not get used to it... Once we land we are again Nations with duties and other obligations, yes?”
America sighed and curled his hand into a fist, thumping it against Russia’s chest before nodding reluctantly. “Yes. But, dammit, I wish this didn’t have to end...”
Russia hummed again as he leaned down to kiss America again, digging his fingers into the other’s hip. When he finally pulled back, he pressed his forehead against America’s, looking into the bright blue eyes. “But it will end, so you should enjoy what time you have left. Yes?”
America laughed softly and moved to kiss the Russian’s nose. “Yes...” Then he pushed Russia onto his back and climbed up to straddle the larger man’s hips, kissing him deeply and passionately. He braced his hands against Russia’s chest and broke the kiss, still keeping his face in front of the Russian’s as he slowly rolled their hips together.
Russia smiled and pressed soft kisses to the corners of America’s mouth, his chin, and up his cheeks, running his hands up and down the young man’s back, gently massaging the muscles there. Then he moaned softly as America’s thrusting hit a sensitive spot and he arched his hips up as his fingers curled, scratching the young man’s skin.
America’s back stiffened as Russia pulled his fingers away, then let out a high-pitched whine as he sat up, his face pinched. Then he sucked in a deep breath and closed his eyes. “Gah...fucking hell!” he said finally, hanging his head as his back relaxed again. “Fuck that burns...”
Russia sat up under America, frowning as he reached around and felt the other’s back. “Are you okay, America?”
America shook his head. “It just hurt like hell. What did you do?” he asked, climbing off the taller man to look for a mirror.
Russia climbed off the bed and followed America out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. “It was just a small scratch, America. I did not think it would hurt you.”
America stood in front of the mirror with his back to it and tried to twist his neck off his shoulders in an effort to see behind himself. After a few minutes of twisting and bending and brief glimpses, America finally turned back to face Russia. “Well, it still looks intact... Why did it hurt so much, though?”
Russia stepped closer and turned America around to face the mirror. “Perhaps it has to do with your skin looking feverish, America?”
“I am not feverish!” snapped the young nation, glowering at Russia. In return Russia simply pointed to the mirror. America sighed and turned back to the mirror, looking at his naked body, smiling as he admired the curve of his muscles and the healthy pink tinge to his tanned skin. Then he frowned as he looked down at his arm, finally seeing the reddish tint to the skin. “...shit,” he said finally.
Russia reached around to feel America’s forehead again. “...so you are feverish, then?”
America shook his head briefly and pulled away from the larger man, heading back to the bedroom. “No. I’m still not feverish. I just have a bit of a sunburn.” He sat down on the edge of the bed with a sigh.
Russia leaned against the doorjamb and frowned at America. “Can I do something to help?”
America grinned at the older man. “Don’t be silly. It’s just a bit of a sunburn. I’m fine. We just have to be careful of scratching my skin because apparently that burns like hell.”
Russia just looked at America for a moment before grabbing his pants from the floor and pulling them on. Once the last button was buttoned, nodded to the younger man. “I will be back soon.” Then he turned and left the forward suite to find the on-board doctor.
After a few minutes of searching, he found the medical section and walked in, doing his best to loom over the woman standing there. After a few moments, she looked up and raised he eyebrow. “Yes? Can I help you with something?”
Russia leaned forward, smiling at her. “You will give me some medication for sunburns, yes?”
The doctor pursed her lips and looked Russia over. “...no, I will not. You don’t look like you need any.”
Russia blinked and looked down at himself for a moment before looking back to the shorter woman. “It is not for me. It is for my friend. Now may I have some?”
She narrowed her eyes and looked him over again. Then she turned away for a moment and grabbed a bottle of green gel, holding it out to him. “You can have this and nothing stronger. Go on with you,” she said, shooing him out.
Russia blinked again, but held the bottle close to his chest and walked back up to the front suite. He walked into the bedroom and found it empty, so he dropped the bottle on the bedspread and walked back to the bathroom. He smiled to himself as he heard the shower running and shut the door quietly behind himself. Then he walked over to the shower door and stood in front of it, waiting for America to finish.
America hummed contentedly to himself as he shut off the cold water, quickly shaking his head to get rid of the excess water in his hair. Then he turned and opened the door with a smile, quickly losing the smile as he cried out and stepped back, leaning against the shower wall. Then his brain caught up to him and he pushed away from the wall. “Fuck, Russia! Don’t do that to me! I just about had a heart attack!”
Russia just smiled and reached out his hand to the younger nation. “Do not worry. I have medicine to make you feel better, now. Come. I will show you.”
America took Russia’s hand and carefully stepped out of the shower. “That was...nice of you, but I’m fine. Really.” He grabbed the towel and dried himself off, hissing through his teeth as the terrycloth rubbed roughly against his skin.
Russia pulled the towel away from America and tossed it in the sink. Then he grabbed the young nation’s arm and pulled him into the bedroom. “Lay down on your stomach. I will use the medicine on you, yes?”
America rolled his eyes, but climbed onto to the bed and laid down on it with his chin resting on his arms. Russia grabbed the bottle of gel from the blanket next to America and knelt on the bed, leaning over America as he opened the cap. He squirted some of the gel onto America’s back and started rubbing it in.
America let his eyes slide shut as he felt the strong hands spread cool gel across his skin, moaning softly and shivering as the warm hands moved from spot to spot, leaving coldness behind them. He turned his head to the side and tried to look back up at Russia. “You’re overreacting to this whole thing...” he said quietly with a soft smile.
Russia stopped for a moment and leaned over to look America in the face. “Do you truly think that?”
America nodded slowly. “Yeah...but you can keep going. Your overreaction feels good.” He smiled one last time at Russia and buried his face in his arms as the large hands went back to spreading cool gel on his back.
Russia finally finished with the back and climbed off of America, smiling as he leaned down to face the younger man. “Roll over, now, America, so I can put medicine on your front.”
America lifted his head and look at the Russian, then grunted softly as he rolled over onto his back. Russia straddled his hips again and squirted a large dollop of gel onto the blond’s chest, starting to spread it with both hands, rubbing up his chest, then out and down over his nipples. Then he pulled his hands down America’s sides and back to center, spreading it up over his abs.
Russia finally leaned forward to kiss America again as he started massaging the gel into the burnt skin, working his hand from the younger man’s shoulders down, stopping to gently tease the hard nipples. Then he moved down to massage America’s stomach with firm, long strokes from the center out, pulling his back to a lightly teasing touch as he approached the blond’s groin.
America moaned against Russia’s mouth and bucked his hips up to press against Russia’s hand. Then he broke the kiss and gave the Russian a lusty look. “Yes...do it. Please.”
Russia smiled as he pulled back and brought his free hand up to tease America’s nipples again. “Gladly.” Then he pulled back and grabbed the gel, squeezing a small dot onto his hand before kissing America again and wrapping his hand around the young man’s half-hard dick, spreading the gel over the shaft.
America sucked in a breath through his nose and squeezed his eyes shut as he moaned against Russia’s lips, quickly growing hard under the teasing touches and tingling feelings from the gel. He let Russia stroke him a few more times before reaching down and pulling the hand away from his shaft, breaking the kiss to catch his breath. “E...enough,” he said. “Do...whatever you’re...going to do.”
Russia simply nodded and pressed one last kiss to America’s lips before sliding down the bed and off the end of it. Then he grabbed America’s legs and pulled him closer to the edge of the bed before leaning forward and pressing his lips to the base of the young man’s dick, running them up the underside before opening his mouth and taking the head inside.
America gasped as he felt the sudden heat envelop him and rocked his hips up as his legs took on a life of their own, wrapping around Russia and moving up and down his back, digging his heels into the soft flesh.
Russia brought one hand up under the American’s legs to grab his hip, pressing his fingertips into his ass as he moved his mouth up and down America’s shaft. He reached his free hand down to his pants and briefly rubbed the bulge between his legs before popping the button and unzipping the fly to let it out.
America reached one hand down to lay on top of Russia’s hand, gripping it desperately as he rolled his hips in a small circle. He brought the other hand down and rested it on Russia’s head, stroking the soft hair a few times before gripping it with his fist as he moaned. “Yes...Russia, fuck yes...!”
Russia pulled his mouth off and teased the younger man with his tongue before taking the erection back into his mouth. He stared up over the muscular stomach and chest at America’s head, barely visible from his point of view. He had no problem imagining the expressions on the younger man’s face as he moved his hand over his own dick quickly, breathing deeply through his nose as he tried not to moan too loudly.
America felt his breathing grow ragged as he tried to thrust into Russia’s mouth, feeling the familiar tightness in his crotch, but the large hand on his hip held him back, so he could only roll his hips a fraction of an inch. Then he felt something hard scrape against his shaft, then up over his head. He cried out loudly, then gasped for breath as he reached orgasm, filling the Russian’s mouth.
Russia loosened his grip on America’s hip as he pulled his mouth off the young man’s dick, a small trail of white escaping down his chin before he can close his mouth and swallow. Once his mouth is empty again, he smiled and leaned down, gently kissing the underside of America’s shaft as his hand quickly worked his own length, groaning as he neared the end. Then he turned his head to the side and gently kissed the inside of America’s thigh before letting out a high-pitched moan as he came all over the floor, squeezing the last of it out into his hand as he caught his breath.
America finally relaxed his legs with a satisfied smile and looked down his body as Russia stood up, taking off his pants quickly before climbing back into bed. America reached out and cupped the larger man’s cheek as he laid down, leaning over to kiss him gently. “I’ll miss this,” he gently murmured against the other’s lips.
Russia smiled back and moved closer to America, holding him tight. “There will be other times, America...”
America laughed shortly and brushed Russia’s hair back. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’ll be looking forward to them.”
“As will I, America. As will I...”
* * *
America sat in his seat near the plane’s door, tapping his fingers against his armrest impatiently as he looked across the table to see Russia sitting calmly in the other seat, dressed in his uniform and heavy jacket once again, holding his small suitcase on his lap. When the large nation saw America looking at him, he smiled at the younger man over the top of his scarf.
America smiled back briefly as he felt a short series of bumps. Then he glanced around, waiting for someone to come tell him it was alright to stand up again. Several minutes later, a few of the secret service men filed into the room, opening the door cautiously and heading down the stairs outside as more service men came into the room, surrounding the two nations in case something happened. Then the men nodded and moved away from America and Russia, taking up posts along the edge of the room.
America smiled at Russia again as he stood up, holding out his hand. Russia stood up and took the young nation’s hand, shaking it briefly. America glanced around the room quickly as he shook back, then tugged on the hand and pulled Russia into a tight hug, still smiling. He finally released the larger man and gave him one last kiss on the lips before stepping back. “It was good to spend time with you, Russia.”
Russia nodded and reached out one hand to pat America’s shoulder awkwardly. “It was very good. Thank you, America. I enjoyed myself.”
America just smiled and turned to watch Russia as he walked out the door, then stood in the doorway to watch Russia walk down the stairs and across the tarmac, heading for a government car sitting on the edge of the runway.
Finally, the car drove off and America waved to it before he found several pairs of hands pulling him back. He fought them for a moment, then sighed and let the secret service guide him back to his seat, closing the door and locking it. Only a few minutes later, America felt the plane start to move forward again and propped his chin in his hand, staring out the window as they took off.