[completed RP] Pyro and Doug meet up in St. Petersburg.
OOC: RPed with and locked to doug_ramsey. Backdated to about a week ago, before the big karaoke party. WARNING: Contains mature subject matter.
Pyro paced the hotel suite in excited anticipation. He had one of his Zippos out, and had fallen back to the old habit of absently flicking it open and shut. Doug should be there soon, on his way to come and see Pyro , and that was awesome. It was the first time that Doug had to be the one to travel to come see him, which was a good change. Plus, it was Doug's birthday, so Pyro sorta wanted to spoil his boyfriend for it.
Pyro hadn't been able to clear it with Magneto to have Doug come and stay at the Brotherhood safehouse. Which, frankly, Pyro was pretty okay with - that wasn't the sort of environment that would work out for some alone time with Doug. Plus, it was located in the middle of Siberia, where it was cold and isolated and there was nothing to do, which wasn't exactly what Pyro had in mind.
So he chose Saint Petersburg, Russia, which was probably more exciting, plus it was old and rich in history and had lots of people who spoke Russian - more Doug's style. Or, well. So Pyro thought. And he had gotten a nice, spacious, fancy and totally expensive hotel suite at the best five star hotel in the city for a week-long stay. Lots of time to see the sites, but also a good place to stay in and not see the sites. A lot.
Pyro had arrange with the hotel concierge to send a car to the airport to pick up Doug, and they were already a little bit late. Travel delays. Customs. It's all good,Pyro said, trying to assure himself. He had just flicked open his lighter when there was a knock on the door.
Doug was sure he was lost. After a long flight from New York to St. Petersburg, and then a death-defying cab ride to the hotel, it seemed as though he really had taken a wrong turning. This hotel was seriously impressive. After their previous dates in a treehouse and in Doug's middle-of-nowhere apartment, Doug had expected more of the same. The Brotherhood weren't millionaires, after all... were they?
But the concierge had been adamant that this was the room, that had been booked by a young man meeting Pyro's description. He had even nodded when Doug had mentioned the Zippo. And Doug, at least, could be sure that there wasn't a language barrier.
"Thanks," he told the concierge in Russian. "You can leave the bags here." He tipped the guy with the dollars he had in his pocket, and knocked at the door, hoping that he would find J. and not one of Peter Rasputin's distant relatives waiting for him.
Pyro smiled when he opened the door and saw Doug standing there. "Dude," he said, grabbing the front of Doug's coat, "you made it." Then he pulled him in for a hard, quick kiss.
Letting him go, Pyro ushered Doug in. Pyro grabbed his bags and hauled them in, dropping them inside the door, closing and locking it. He went up behind Doug, wrapping his arms around Doug's waist and fitting himself up against his back. "Happy birthday week," Pyro said into Doug's ear. His hands worked their way up the front of Doug's jacket, blindly searching for the zipper. "This week is all about you, man - what sites you want to go see, what food you want to eat, where you want to go, when you want to fuck - how you want to fuck," he added with a low seductive tone, but then he chuckled. He kissed the back of Doug's neck and his hands snuck into Doug's open coat to rub over the shirt material that covered his chest and stomach. Pyro asked, "So, to begin - how do you like the suite? Pretty fucking awesome, huh?"
"Huh? What suite?" Doug asked, his attention taken up twisting around to kiss Pyro again. He wriggled out of his coat and turned to face Pyro properly, pulling him in close, grabbing his butt, kissing him. After so long, just standing around talking seemed like a complete waste of time.
But then he did see it. "Holy crap," he said, eyes wide. "Who'd you rob to get this? Are the Russian mafia going to be along in a minute, wondering why we've stolen their room? Or the Tsar, maybe?"
Pyro grinned and shook his head. "No, none of that. Told you before, I got money." He leered playfully at him. "Wait until you see the bedroom. Actually, no. Let's not wait." Pyro started backing Doug through the spacious den, hands on Doug's slim waist, guiding him. But he got distracted by kissing Doug and bumped them into a doorframe. "Sorry," Pyro muttered, except that he really wasn't because he was able to pin Doug there, press hard up against him, and kiss him thoroughly.
"So, Birthday Boy," he said breathlessly when he finally pulled away, "you pick - whadda wanna do right now? And if you pick sleep because you're jetlegged then..." Pyro gave a scowl. "That would suck. I'd understand, but that would suck. And then I might call you a cock tease."
"No, not sleep..." Doug said, very happy to be exactly where he was. "I slept on the plane. It was that or see some weird movie about the Fantastic Four." He played with Pyro's hair, thinking. "What's the room service like? You order some food, and I'm going to take a shower, because after spending a day in airports I think I smell like old cheese." He wrinkled his nose. "Uh... try to take that in the sexiest, most alluring way possible,ok?"
Pyro couldn't help but laugh. "You're the sexiest old cheese smell I know," he said with a smile. An overwhelming feeling moved through him, squeezed at his heart, and he didn't know how to say what it was out loud. So he just leaned in and kissed Doug, genuine and deep. Then he pulled away and lightly pushed Doug in the direction of the bathroom. "Go shower. Or have a bath, if you want. I think the tubs the size of an Olympic pool or something. I'll order some food."
He went into the full kitchen, which he still needed to go shopping to stock up on some food - maybe they could do that later - and looked through the room service menu that was left on the counter. He was finding it quite difficult - it was written in Russian. He sighed - he really should have requested one in English.
But, hey. He did have that boyfriend with the awesome language powers.
"Hey, Doug," he said, knocking on the bathroom door, trying to voice over running water he heard. "Do you know what..." he squinted the menu and then stumbled over some very horrible sort of pronunciation of some sort of... thing. "What the hell is that? Ah, fuck it. You'll have to order."
There was no answer. Pyro knocked again and spoke louder, "Hey. Want company for that shower?"
Pyro hadn't been joking about the Olympic-sized bathroom. Doug had been planning to just take a quick shower, but the number of knobs and buttons on the control panel had intrigued him more. It was almost like programming Cerebro . He had pulled off his clothes, and slipped in, managing to set the controls to a comfortably warm temperature, while generating bubbles and foam all over the place. That done, he ducked under the water to wash his hair. But there seemed to be a distant banging.
Doug surfaced, and heard Pyro saying something. "What?" he yelled. "Hey, come on in here. Have you seen this place?"
Pyro went into the bathroom. One look at Doug in the tub, hair matted down and bubbled all over the fucking place, and Pyro immediately dropped the menu and yanked off his shirt. "Told you," he said, starting to unzip his jeans. "This place is awesome. Jacuzzi tubs are the only way to go. We could fit, like, six or seven people in there." He paused, his boxers pulled halfway down, then winked at Doug. "Not that we have to do that, of course. Two's plenty enough."
He kicked off this boxers then put a foot into the water. Warm. Not that that was ever a problem. He got in all the way and sat down, water deep enough that he was submerged nearly up to his shoulders. "Dude," he started, sighing deeply. "Fucking fantastic idea."
"I think you'll find I have a lot of fantastic ideas," Doug said, and grabbed onto Pyro's shoulders to propel himself forward, so he could sit on Pyro's lap. "Should have brought a snorkel, though." He kissed Pyro, all wet and foamy and pushing his groin into Pyro's belly. "Guess room service can wait."
"What room service?" Pyro mumbled, totally distracted. He was running his hands up and down Doug's back, moving easy against wet skin. He licked at Doug's neck and at the little droplets of water on the underside of his jaw - water tasted a little funny, probably because of the bubblebath stuff, but whatever. Then he kissed him deep as he circled his thumbs over Doug's nipples.
Doug smoothed his hair back and grinned. "Really wish I had water powers now," he said, his free hand finding Pyro's cock in the water. "Giving you an underwater blowjob sounds kind of like fun." He squeezed a little, and Pyro seemed to squeeze back, getting harder at his touch. "Think the Professor ever did it in the pool at the mansion? If I'd had a boyfriend when I lived there, I'd probably have been in it twentyfourseven."
Pyro groaned - partly from the squeezing on his cock, but mostly from disbelief. "Doug," he said, hips starting to move a little bit, his dick sliding though Doug's hold. "You always bring up the weirdest things during sex and stuff. Seriously. The Professor? Ugh. So don't need to think about that." And so he focused on his boyfriend instead, hands reaching around and kneading at Doug's butt cheeks, rubbing and squeezing. "Not a fan of huge pools," he admitted between kisses. "Too much water. But this I can deal with."
"Sorry," Doug said, and laughed. "Guess I get distracted really easily. At least you don't have electrical powers." The rhythm of his strokes on Pyro's cock quickened, and he asked, "Think we have any lube that'd work underwater? I really want you, man."
"Hmmm," Pyro said, trying to sound pondering but it came out more like a keening moan. "Uh, maybe?" he said, a bit breathlessly. He nodded over to the bathroom counter,where'd he already put his doop kit. "There's, like, six tubes in there. Didn't want to run out at any inconvenient times," he added with a smirk. "If there's nothing we can use in the water, we can fucking do it on the floor for all I care."
"If we do it on the floor, you're definitely going to be on the bottom," Doug winked and kissed him, pulling himself off Pyro and stepping out of the tub for a moment to inspect the tubes. "Man, you really came prepared." He studied the labels. "Got some stuff here that might work." He unscrewed the lid and squeezed some out into his hand. "Cool. Just, you know, if I start screaming the place down don't take it personally."
"I won't, but don't worry, man. It'll be fine." Pyro watched him intently as Doug stepped back in the tub, standing and looking around as if he was trying to figure out just what his next move was. "You know, I could be on the bottom but not actually be on the bottom," he said. He frowned, thinking. "Does that make sense? I'm sure you get what I mean." He reached out, running a hand up Doug's leg, his hand brushing teasingly over his erection. "Or I could bottom bottom, if that's what you want."
"Later, man," Doug said, reaching around to smear some of the lubricant on. He passed the tube to Pyro. "Here. I can't reach. How about you sit right there and I'll, uh, sit on top of you? The water should help. I mean, I won't weigh so much."
"Actually, you stay standing. Just one minute, yeah?" Pyro said, looking up. He didn't really wait for a response, just shifted so he was on his knees in front of Doug. He put the lube on two of his fingers, but next he licked up the shaft of Doug's dick, and took the head of it into his mouth, sucking lightly. As he took Doug deeper into his mouth, he reached between Doug's legs and started to finger him, slowly working his way in, preparing Doug.
He pulled away from Doug, kissed his stomach, and sat back. "There," he said, smirking up at Doug's flushed face. "You feeling ready?"
"I..." Doug swallowed, still trying to process all of the sensations. "I think I'm about ready to face off against a Sentinel naked, right now." And, fuck, he really was buzzed. Probably the tiring flight, and no food, and the sudden overwhelming everything that was Pyro.
He crouched down a little, and found Pyro's cock with his hand. Then he turned around, and slowly lowered himself to sit on Pyro's lap again, with Pyro sliding inside him. At first he took it a little too quickly, and had to stop himself, but then Pyro's hands were on him, steadying him in the water. "Oh yeah," Doug said, breathing in and trying to relax and just feel Pyro inside him. "Let me know if anything goes numb."
"Yeah," Pyro said, making himself breath evenly. He tried to resist pushing straight up, bucking hard - he made himself go slow, just rocked his hips slowly. He kept his hands on Doug, trying to steady Doug, and that touch seemed to ground him, too, focus him. "You okay, man?" he asked, voice thick and husky.
"Amazing," Doug said, and he meant his tone to be lighthearted, but it came out as more of a low moan. He shifted position just a fraction. "Mmm, right there." Pyro felt a little more raw inside him than usual, there was a little more friction, but he could take it. It was so good to feel him again after such a long time apart. "So you think we're getting better at this, huh?"
"Always been good, but yeah..." Pyro said, voice hitching a little bit as Doug shifted a bit more. He planted kisses across Doug's back, and scraped his teeth lightly over skin. Then he leaned back, resting back against the side of the tub, and tried to set a steady pace with his hips.
Their pants and moans echoed off the tile walls. The water lapped at the sides of the tubs, a rhythmic splashing that matched their movements.
His body was getting frustrated, though, with the limited movement it could make - a good frustration, sure, but he felt the need to move more, move faster. He let go off Doug, and brought his arms out of the water to rest along the rim of the tub, and he gripped the edge of it hard. He was able to get more leverage that way, lift his ass of the bottom of the tub, thrust a little harder, move a little deeper. "Fuck, yeah," he moaned.
Doug closed his eyes, and just focused on getting the movement right, on keeping it together even though his thigh muscles were aching, and everything in him just wanted to let go. "J..." he muttered, and a lot of other things that didn't make much sense even to him. He tightened his muscles around Pyro, felt the hardness of him. "J, I really can't do this for much longer. I really need to come, man."
Pyro didn't answer him - couldn't answer him. He was so close himself, and with the way Doug was moving, the way he breath hitched, the way he clenched around Pyro - Pyro just couldn't hold on anymore, couldn't focus enough for Doug first. He bucked up a couple more times, his entire body tightening with tension, then he moaned loudly as he thrust up hard once more and came deep inside Doug.
His body sagged against the tub. He reached out to Doug, pulling him so that he leaned back against Pyro's chest. His hand snaked down through the water, took hold of Doug's dick, and he started to jerk him off. "Okay, Birthday Boy,"Pyro panted into Doug's ear, "your turn."
Doug very rapidly decided that he should have birthdays much more often. Or, at the very least, see Pyro. It didn't take him long to come. Just a few swift strokes of Pyro's hand, and the perfectly warm water, and the ache inside him. "Oh yeah," he muttered, really, really enjoying pumping his cock through Pyro's fingers.
"We should definitely do this again," he said breathlessly, feeling Pyro hot against him. "Glad we don't have to clean up afterwards, too."
He twisted around and kissed Pyro's temple. "How about that room service now? I'm starving!"
"Huh?" Pyro asked, completed distracted. He kissed Doug's shoulder, then nipped at it. Man, he was hungry. "Oh, right. Food. Think that's why I came in here in the first place..." He waved his hand in the general direction to where he'd dropped the menu. "Can't read the language so have no fucking clue what I was about to order. You'll have to do it."
He playfully pinched Doug's side. "Dude, let's get out of here. It's definitely less sexy when I know your jizz is floating around." He laughed when Doug made a face, and pushed up on his backside to help him up.
After they toweled and pulled on boxers and shirts, they went into the main area. Pyro flopped down on the couch, stretching out. Doug paced the room with the menu in his hand, then finally picked up the phone and spoke into it in what Pyro presumed was perfect Russian.
When Doug hung up the phone with a large smile on his face, Pyro looked at him suspiciously. "What did you order us?" he asked. "It isn't something, like. I don't know. Goat intestine or something, right?"
"Goat liver actually," Doug corrected, and then burst out laughing. "Don't worry. All totally vegetarian. Some of the vegetables might be a bit different but I think it's all cool. They're used to serving Americans here. You could even get a hamburger and french fries if you ate that stuff." He grinned. "This is really a great place, J. I was kind of imagining we'd be in a basement somewhere. So anything you want to do while I'm here? I mean, from the size of this place it'll take us a week just to see all the sights in the room!"
"A basement? You don't think I'd get you something better than that for your birthday?" Pyro asked, playfully. He reached out when Doug walked close, and tugged on his shirt, pulling him down onto the couch. He gave an umph! when Doug landed harder than he expected on his stomach, but they rearranged themselves quickly so they were laying next to each other, face to face.
"There's a lot we can do around here, Doug," Pyro said. "We're in some, like, old historical city. There's palaces and museums and tours. Think there's a haunted ghost tour thing we can go on. And awesome restaurants. And shopping, so we'll go buy you whatever you want. Oh, and I think there's an organic farmers market not too far from here so we should go pick up stuff and stock up the kitchen so I can cook you breakfast in bed and make you a birthday cake and stuff."
Pyro moved closer to Doug so that he wouldn't fall off the edge of the couch. "Whatever you want to do, I'm there."
Doug kissed him, laughing. "I love it when you're being all domestic. And, you know, I don't mean domestic like boring. I mean just... You look after me, you know? It's really cool." He started to absently play with Pyro's hair. "A ghost tour could be fun. And maybe we could just walk around a bit. I saw some really interesting buildings on the way here. Maybe I could even teach you a little bit of Russian. You know, 'Please' and 'Thank you' and 'I'm sorry for incinerating your hotel'."
He grinned and moved his hands down onto Pyro's ribs, part of him actually considering whether they could go another round before the room service got there. "You okay? You're feeling a bit... bony. Magneto been starving you guys?"
"I'm fine." An automatic response he just couldn't stop, even with Doug. But he knew Doug deserved more. "I eat. Think I'm still recovering or whatever from the summer." He didn't bother mention he just didn't feel like eating much. At all. "Been running on the treadmill a lot right now too, so maybe that has something to do with it. No worries," he added, shrugging off the concern, acting as if everything was fine.
"Hey," he said, trying to veer away from that conversation. "You're not modeling anymore. How good of a hickie do you think I can give you before room service gets here?" he asked. He didn't wait for an answer, just started kissing at Doug's neck, searching for a good spot. "I'm pretty sure that," he started, sucking on one spot a bit, but then kissing down a little bit, "in some sort of twisted way, this relates to me looking after you and making being domestic more sexy."
Doug giggled and leaned into the kissing. "Not sure going back to Nelson & Murdock with a hickey is really professional, J." His hands worked their way down to Pyro's butt and squeezed a little bit. "Man you're hot," he murmured. "Think I'm going to have to kidnap you and take you back to New York with me. Chain you to the bedposts."
Pyro's body involuntarily and visibly tensed up at those words, and he might have even started trembling, a little. Mention of chains just gave him that reaction now, but definitely not in the way that Doug meant it. He hated that. But he took a deep breath, willed himself to not be so freaked out over that, and just nuzzled closer into Doug's neck, avoiding eye contact. "Wish I could go," he murmured.
"Hey, one day you will," Doug said, although he wasn't sure he believed it himself. "One day it'll all be over and we'll get to be normal and boring and just love each other. And that'll be enough." He kissed Pyro's hair as there was a knock on the door. "I'll get it," he said, and went to go and get the food from the waiter.
When Doug got up, Pyro's insides sort of ached a little. He wish he could tell Doug that he was right, that eventually, they'd have a normal life together. It wasn't that Pyro didn't want that, but he just didn't think it would going to happen. But he was far to selfish to say that out loud and break the illusion, so he didn't.
After Doug went to the door and got the food, they set up lunch at the table in the dinning room. "Holy fuck, this looks awesome," Pyro said, grinning at Doug. "Good choice, man." They sat and ate, and chatted a bit. Pyro ate as much as he could but he didn't have much of an appetite. Doug raised his eyebrows at that, but Pyro begged off, saying he had eaten before Doug had gotten there. Which was true, in a way. He had eaten already today. Right?
"So, what now, babe?" Pyro asked after they finished eating. They were in the kitchen, cleaning up. Pyro reached out for Doug, spun him around, and pressed up against him, pinning Doug between him and the counter. "We could go out or, you know," Pyro said, giving Doug a kiss. "Not."
"We could stay in. And then go out. And then stay in again?" Doug suggested.
Pyro kissed Doug, and his hands slipped into the Doug's waistband. "I think I can manage that."
Doug's laugh quickly turned into a moan.
It was quite a while before they actually made it out. But they did. Eventually.
Pyro paced the hotel suite in excited anticipation. He had one of his Zippos out, and had fallen back to the old habit of absently flicking it open and shut. Doug should be there soon, on his way to come and see Pyro , and that was awesome. It was the first time that Doug had to be the one to travel to come see him, which was a good change. Plus, it was Doug's birthday, so Pyro sorta wanted to spoil his boyfriend for it.
Pyro hadn't been able to clear it with Magneto to have Doug come and stay at the Brotherhood safehouse. Which, frankly, Pyro was pretty okay with - that wasn't the sort of environment that would work out for some alone time with Doug. Plus, it was located in the middle of Siberia, where it was cold and isolated and there was nothing to do, which wasn't exactly what Pyro had in mind.
So he chose Saint Petersburg, Russia, which was probably more exciting, plus it was old and rich in history and had lots of people who spoke Russian - more Doug's style. Or, well. So Pyro thought. And he had gotten a nice, spacious, fancy and totally expensive hotel suite at the best five star hotel in the city for a week-long stay. Lots of time to see the sites, but also a good place to stay in and not see the sites. A lot.
Pyro had arrange with the hotel concierge to send a car to the airport to pick up Doug, and they were already a little bit late. Travel delays. Customs. It's all good,Pyro said, trying to assure himself. He had just flicked open his lighter when there was a knock on the door.
Doug was sure he was lost. After a long flight from New York to St. Petersburg, and then a death-defying cab ride to the hotel, it seemed as though he really had taken a wrong turning. This hotel was seriously impressive. After their previous dates in a treehouse and in Doug's middle-of-nowhere apartment, Doug had expected more of the same. The Brotherhood weren't millionaires, after all... were they?
But the concierge had been adamant that this was the room, that had been booked by a young man meeting Pyro's description. He had even nodded when Doug had mentioned the Zippo. And Doug, at least, could be sure that there wasn't a language barrier.
"Thanks," he told the concierge in Russian. "You can leave the bags here." He tipped the guy with the dollars he had in his pocket, and knocked at the door, hoping that he would find J. and not one of Peter Rasputin's distant relatives waiting for him.
Pyro smiled when he opened the door and saw Doug standing there. "Dude," he said, grabbing the front of Doug's coat, "you made it." Then he pulled him in for a hard, quick kiss.
Letting him go, Pyro ushered Doug in. Pyro grabbed his bags and hauled them in, dropping them inside the door, closing and locking it. He went up behind Doug, wrapping his arms around Doug's waist and fitting himself up against his back. "Happy birthday week," Pyro said into Doug's ear. His hands worked their way up the front of Doug's jacket, blindly searching for the zipper. "This week is all about you, man - what sites you want to go see, what food you want to eat, where you want to go, when you want to fuck - how you want to fuck," he added with a low seductive tone, but then he chuckled. He kissed the back of Doug's neck and his hands snuck into Doug's open coat to rub over the shirt material that covered his chest and stomach. Pyro asked, "So, to begin - how do you like the suite? Pretty fucking awesome, huh?"
"Huh? What suite?" Doug asked, his attention taken up twisting around to kiss Pyro again. He wriggled out of his coat and turned to face Pyro properly, pulling him in close, grabbing his butt, kissing him. After so long, just standing around talking seemed like a complete waste of time.
But then he did see it. "Holy crap," he said, eyes wide. "Who'd you rob to get this? Are the Russian mafia going to be along in a minute, wondering why we've stolen their room? Or the Tsar, maybe?"
Pyro grinned and shook his head. "No, none of that. Told you before, I got money." He leered playfully at him. "Wait until you see the bedroom. Actually, no. Let's not wait." Pyro started backing Doug through the spacious den, hands on Doug's slim waist, guiding him. But he got distracted by kissing Doug and bumped them into a doorframe. "Sorry," Pyro muttered, except that he really wasn't because he was able to pin Doug there, press hard up against him, and kiss him thoroughly.
"So, Birthday Boy," he said breathlessly when he finally pulled away, "you pick - whadda wanna do right now? And if you pick sleep because you're jetlegged then..." Pyro gave a scowl. "That would suck. I'd understand, but that would suck. And then I might call you a cock tease."
"No, not sleep..." Doug said, very happy to be exactly where he was. "I slept on the plane. It was that or see some weird movie about the Fantastic Four." He played with Pyro's hair, thinking. "What's the room service like? You order some food, and I'm going to take a shower, because after spending a day in airports I think I smell like old cheese." He wrinkled his nose. "Uh... try to take that in the sexiest, most alluring way possible,ok?"
Pyro couldn't help but laugh. "You're the sexiest old cheese smell I know," he said with a smile. An overwhelming feeling moved through him, squeezed at his heart, and he didn't know how to say what it was out loud. So he just leaned in and kissed Doug, genuine and deep. Then he pulled away and lightly pushed Doug in the direction of the bathroom. "Go shower. Or have a bath, if you want. I think the tubs the size of an Olympic pool or something. I'll order some food."
He went into the full kitchen, which he still needed to go shopping to stock up on some food - maybe they could do that later - and looked through the room service menu that was left on the counter. He was finding it quite difficult - it was written in Russian. He sighed - he really should have requested one in English.
But, hey. He did have that boyfriend with the awesome language powers.
"Hey, Doug," he said, knocking on the bathroom door, trying to voice over running water he heard. "Do you know what..." he squinted the menu and then stumbled over some very horrible sort of pronunciation of some sort of... thing. "What the hell is that? Ah, fuck it. You'll have to order."
There was no answer. Pyro knocked again and spoke louder, "Hey. Want company for that shower?"
Pyro hadn't been joking about the Olympic-sized bathroom. Doug had been planning to just take a quick shower, but the number of knobs and buttons on the control panel had intrigued him more. It was almost like programming Cerebro . He had pulled off his clothes, and slipped in, managing to set the controls to a comfortably warm temperature, while generating bubbles and foam all over the place. That done, he ducked under the water to wash his hair. But there seemed to be a distant banging.
Doug surfaced, and heard Pyro saying something. "What?" he yelled. "Hey, come on in here. Have you seen this place?"
Pyro went into the bathroom. One look at Doug in the tub, hair matted down and bubbled all over the fucking place, and Pyro immediately dropped the menu and yanked off his shirt. "Told you," he said, starting to unzip his jeans. "This place is awesome. Jacuzzi tubs are the only way to go. We could fit, like, six or seven people in there." He paused, his boxers pulled halfway down, then winked at Doug. "Not that we have to do that, of course. Two's plenty enough."
He kicked off this boxers then put a foot into the water. Warm. Not that that was ever a problem. He got in all the way and sat down, water deep enough that he was submerged nearly up to his shoulders. "Dude," he started, sighing deeply. "Fucking fantastic idea."
"I think you'll find I have a lot of fantastic ideas," Doug said, and grabbed onto Pyro's shoulders to propel himself forward, so he could sit on Pyro's lap. "Should have brought a snorkel, though." He kissed Pyro, all wet and foamy and pushing his groin into Pyro's belly. "Guess room service can wait."
"What room service?" Pyro mumbled, totally distracted. He was running his hands up and down Doug's back, moving easy against wet skin. He licked at Doug's neck and at the little droplets of water on the underside of his jaw - water tasted a little funny, probably because of the bubblebath stuff, but whatever. Then he kissed him deep as he circled his thumbs over Doug's nipples.
Doug smoothed his hair back and grinned. "Really wish I had water powers now," he said, his free hand finding Pyro's cock in the water. "Giving you an underwater blowjob sounds kind of like fun." He squeezed a little, and Pyro seemed to squeeze back, getting harder at his touch. "Think the Professor ever did it in the pool at the mansion? If I'd had a boyfriend when I lived there, I'd probably have been in it twentyfourseven."
Pyro groaned - partly from the squeezing on his cock, but mostly from disbelief. "Doug," he said, hips starting to move a little bit, his dick sliding though Doug's hold. "You always bring up the weirdest things during sex and stuff. Seriously. The Professor? Ugh. So don't need to think about that." And so he focused on his boyfriend instead, hands reaching around and kneading at Doug's butt cheeks, rubbing and squeezing. "Not a fan of huge pools," he admitted between kisses. "Too much water. But this I can deal with."
"Sorry," Doug said, and laughed. "Guess I get distracted really easily. At least you don't have electrical powers." The rhythm of his strokes on Pyro's cock quickened, and he asked, "Think we have any lube that'd work underwater? I really want you, man."
"Hmmm," Pyro said, trying to sound pondering but it came out more like a keening moan. "Uh, maybe?" he said, a bit breathlessly. He nodded over to the bathroom counter,where'd he already put his doop kit. "There's, like, six tubes in there. Didn't want to run out at any inconvenient times," he added with a smirk. "If there's nothing we can use in the water, we can fucking do it on the floor for all I care."
"If we do it on the floor, you're definitely going to be on the bottom," Doug winked and kissed him, pulling himself off Pyro and stepping out of the tub for a moment to inspect the tubes. "Man, you really came prepared." He studied the labels. "Got some stuff here that might work." He unscrewed the lid and squeezed some out into his hand. "Cool. Just, you know, if I start screaming the place down don't take it personally."
"I won't, but don't worry, man. It'll be fine." Pyro watched him intently as Doug stepped back in the tub, standing and looking around as if he was trying to figure out just what his next move was. "You know, I could be on the bottom but not actually be on the bottom," he said. He frowned, thinking. "Does that make sense? I'm sure you get what I mean." He reached out, running a hand up Doug's leg, his hand brushing teasingly over his erection. "Or I could bottom bottom, if that's what you want."
"Later, man," Doug said, reaching around to smear some of the lubricant on. He passed the tube to Pyro. "Here. I can't reach. How about you sit right there and I'll, uh, sit on top of you? The water should help. I mean, I won't weigh so much."
"Actually, you stay standing. Just one minute, yeah?" Pyro said, looking up. He didn't really wait for a response, just shifted so he was on his knees in front of Doug. He put the lube on two of his fingers, but next he licked up the shaft of Doug's dick, and took the head of it into his mouth, sucking lightly. As he took Doug deeper into his mouth, he reached between Doug's legs and started to finger him, slowly working his way in, preparing Doug.
He pulled away from Doug, kissed his stomach, and sat back. "There," he said, smirking up at Doug's flushed face. "You feeling ready?"
"I..." Doug swallowed, still trying to process all of the sensations. "I think I'm about ready to face off against a Sentinel naked, right now." And, fuck, he really was buzzed. Probably the tiring flight, and no food, and the sudden overwhelming everything that was Pyro.
He crouched down a little, and found Pyro's cock with his hand. Then he turned around, and slowly lowered himself to sit on Pyro's lap again, with Pyro sliding inside him. At first he took it a little too quickly, and had to stop himself, but then Pyro's hands were on him, steadying him in the water. "Oh yeah," Doug said, breathing in and trying to relax and just feel Pyro inside him. "Let me know if anything goes numb."
"Yeah," Pyro said, making himself breath evenly. He tried to resist pushing straight up, bucking hard - he made himself go slow, just rocked his hips slowly. He kept his hands on Doug, trying to steady Doug, and that touch seemed to ground him, too, focus him. "You okay, man?" he asked, voice thick and husky.
"Amazing," Doug said, and he meant his tone to be lighthearted, but it came out as more of a low moan. He shifted position just a fraction. "Mmm, right there." Pyro felt a little more raw inside him than usual, there was a little more friction, but he could take it. It was so good to feel him again after such a long time apart. "So you think we're getting better at this, huh?"
"Always been good, but yeah..." Pyro said, voice hitching a little bit as Doug shifted a bit more. He planted kisses across Doug's back, and scraped his teeth lightly over skin. Then he leaned back, resting back against the side of the tub, and tried to set a steady pace with his hips.
Their pants and moans echoed off the tile walls. The water lapped at the sides of the tubs, a rhythmic splashing that matched their movements.
His body was getting frustrated, though, with the limited movement it could make - a good frustration, sure, but he felt the need to move more, move faster. He let go off Doug, and brought his arms out of the water to rest along the rim of the tub, and he gripped the edge of it hard. He was able to get more leverage that way, lift his ass of the bottom of the tub, thrust a little harder, move a little deeper. "Fuck, yeah," he moaned.
Doug closed his eyes, and just focused on getting the movement right, on keeping it together even though his thigh muscles were aching, and everything in him just wanted to let go. "J..." he muttered, and a lot of other things that didn't make much sense even to him. He tightened his muscles around Pyro, felt the hardness of him. "J, I really can't do this for much longer. I really need to come, man."
Pyro didn't answer him - couldn't answer him. He was so close himself, and with the way Doug was moving, the way he breath hitched, the way he clenched around Pyro - Pyro just couldn't hold on anymore, couldn't focus enough for Doug first. He bucked up a couple more times, his entire body tightening with tension, then he moaned loudly as he thrust up hard once more and came deep inside Doug.
His body sagged against the tub. He reached out to Doug, pulling him so that he leaned back against Pyro's chest. His hand snaked down through the water, took hold of Doug's dick, and he started to jerk him off. "Okay, Birthday Boy,"Pyro panted into Doug's ear, "your turn."
Doug very rapidly decided that he should have birthdays much more often. Or, at the very least, see Pyro. It didn't take him long to come. Just a few swift strokes of Pyro's hand, and the perfectly warm water, and the ache inside him. "Oh yeah," he muttered, really, really enjoying pumping his cock through Pyro's fingers.
"We should definitely do this again," he said breathlessly, feeling Pyro hot against him. "Glad we don't have to clean up afterwards, too."
He twisted around and kissed Pyro's temple. "How about that room service now? I'm starving!"
"Huh?" Pyro asked, completed distracted. He kissed Doug's shoulder, then nipped at it. Man, he was hungry. "Oh, right. Food. Think that's why I came in here in the first place..." He waved his hand in the general direction to where he'd dropped the menu. "Can't read the language so have no fucking clue what I was about to order. You'll have to do it."
He playfully pinched Doug's side. "Dude, let's get out of here. It's definitely less sexy when I know your jizz is floating around." He laughed when Doug made a face, and pushed up on his backside to help him up.
After they toweled and pulled on boxers and shirts, they went into the main area. Pyro flopped down on the couch, stretching out. Doug paced the room with the menu in his hand, then finally picked up the phone and spoke into it in what Pyro presumed was perfect Russian.
When Doug hung up the phone with a large smile on his face, Pyro looked at him suspiciously. "What did you order us?" he asked. "It isn't something, like. I don't know. Goat intestine or something, right?"
"Goat liver actually," Doug corrected, and then burst out laughing. "Don't worry. All totally vegetarian. Some of the vegetables might be a bit different but I think it's all cool. They're used to serving Americans here. You could even get a hamburger and french fries if you ate that stuff." He grinned. "This is really a great place, J. I was kind of imagining we'd be in a basement somewhere. So anything you want to do while I'm here? I mean, from the size of this place it'll take us a week just to see all the sights in the room!"
"A basement? You don't think I'd get you something better than that for your birthday?" Pyro asked, playfully. He reached out when Doug walked close, and tugged on his shirt, pulling him down onto the couch. He gave an umph! when Doug landed harder than he expected on his stomach, but they rearranged themselves quickly so they were laying next to each other, face to face.
"There's a lot we can do around here, Doug," Pyro said. "We're in some, like, old historical city. There's palaces and museums and tours. Think there's a haunted ghost tour thing we can go on. And awesome restaurants. And shopping, so we'll go buy you whatever you want. Oh, and I think there's an organic farmers market not too far from here so we should go pick up stuff and stock up the kitchen so I can cook you breakfast in bed and make you a birthday cake and stuff."
Pyro moved closer to Doug so that he wouldn't fall off the edge of the couch. "Whatever you want to do, I'm there."
Doug kissed him, laughing. "I love it when you're being all domestic. And, you know, I don't mean domestic like boring. I mean just... You look after me, you know? It's really cool." He started to absently play with Pyro's hair. "A ghost tour could be fun. And maybe we could just walk around a bit. I saw some really interesting buildings on the way here. Maybe I could even teach you a little bit of Russian. You know, 'Please' and 'Thank you' and 'I'm sorry for incinerating your hotel'."
He grinned and moved his hands down onto Pyro's ribs, part of him actually considering whether they could go another round before the room service got there. "You okay? You're feeling a bit... bony. Magneto been starving you guys?"
"I'm fine." An automatic response he just couldn't stop, even with Doug. But he knew Doug deserved more. "I eat. Think I'm still recovering or whatever from the summer." He didn't bother mention he just didn't feel like eating much. At all. "Been running on the treadmill a lot right now too, so maybe that has something to do with it. No worries," he added, shrugging off the concern, acting as if everything was fine.
"Hey," he said, trying to veer away from that conversation. "You're not modeling anymore. How good of a hickie do you think I can give you before room service gets here?" he asked. He didn't wait for an answer, just started kissing at Doug's neck, searching for a good spot. "I'm pretty sure that," he started, sucking on one spot a bit, but then kissing down a little bit, "in some sort of twisted way, this relates to me looking after you and making being domestic more sexy."
Doug giggled and leaned into the kissing. "Not sure going back to Nelson & Murdock with a hickey is really professional, J." His hands worked their way down to Pyro's butt and squeezed a little bit. "Man you're hot," he murmured. "Think I'm going to have to kidnap you and take you back to New York with me. Chain you to the bedposts."
Pyro's body involuntarily and visibly tensed up at those words, and he might have even started trembling, a little. Mention of chains just gave him that reaction now, but definitely not in the way that Doug meant it. He hated that. But he took a deep breath, willed himself to not be so freaked out over that, and just nuzzled closer into Doug's neck, avoiding eye contact. "Wish I could go," he murmured.
"Hey, one day you will," Doug said, although he wasn't sure he believed it himself. "One day it'll all be over and we'll get to be normal and boring and just love each other. And that'll be enough." He kissed Pyro's hair as there was a knock on the door. "I'll get it," he said, and went to go and get the food from the waiter.
When Doug got up, Pyro's insides sort of ached a little. He wish he could tell Doug that he was right, that eventually, they'd have a normal life together. It wasn't that Pyro didn't want that, but he just didn't think it would going to happen. But he was far to selfish to say that out loud and break the illusion, so he didn't.
After Doug went to the door and got the food, they set up lunch at the table in the dinning room. "Holy fuck, this looks awesome," Pyro said, grinning at Doug. "Good choice, man." They sat and ate, and chatted a bit. Pyro ate as much as he could but he didn't have much of an appetite. Doug raised his eyebrows at that, but Pyro begged off, saying he had eaten before Doug had gotten there. Which was true, in a way. He had eaten already today. Right?
"So, what now, babe?" Pyro asked after they finished eating. They were in the kitchen, cleaning up. Pyro reached out for Doug, spun him around, and pressed up against him, pinning Doug between him and the counter. "We could go out or, you know," Pyro said, giving Doug a kiss. "Not."
"We could stay in. And then go out. And then stay in again?" Doug suggested.
Pyro kissed Doug, and his hands slipped into the Doug's waistband. "I think I can manage that."
Doug's laugh quickly turned into a moan.
It was quite a while before they actually made it out. But they did. Eventually.