Bang, Bang, He Shot me Down

[das_vedanya]

WHO: Colonel Braginsky and his Pilot
WHEN: June 21st, 10PM
WHERE: Military shooting range
WHAT: Alfred decides to vent at his superior officer while Ivan happens to be wearing hearing protection and wielding a pistol.

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[das_vedanya]

Yes, he did hear the door open through the echoes of bullets, and yes, he could see a familiar color-scheme of brown leather, blue eyes, and yellow hair, and yes, he had chosen to ignore it for the time-being - if not only for the sudden urge to turn the gun on something flesh and blood instead of a black silhouette with chalk lines drawn like ripples from the center of it. He cocked back his gun, slipped into his pocket and retrieved the bullets needed to reload his pistol

[das_vedanya]

"It's...." Ivan let his head bow also, if not just to meet Alfred's eyes again. His mouth hung open, still held down by the press of Alfred's thumb, but he couldn't find the words to explain it. "...stress. Nothing but stress, I'm just trying to clear my head."

He offered a smile and pulled his lip free from Alfred's thumb. "I'm fine, okay?"

[waitforsuperman]

Alfred beamed at him and before those lips could close he pressed forward, kissing him again, holding it just long enough to get his arms around the Russian's neck, cupping the back of his head to pull him down closer.

"If you're stressed you shouldn't be working it out with that gun~"

[das_vedanya]

Still slightly dazed by the kiss, Ivan straightened himself, feeling his gun prod against his thigh. He wanted to shoot, he still wanted to, but this wasn't... as satisfactory for now, but it would make do.

"What do you suggest?"

[waitforsuperman]

Alfred shrugged, fidgeting with Ivan's collar before sliding down towards his buttons, pulling at them and then dipping down further, pulling the undershirt from his belt.

"Hm..." He mused, lifting a hand to his mouth, teeth gripping into the glove and pulling it free so he could touch his fingers to the hint of ice-cold skin near the Russian's belt. "Locked room... just you and me... I wonder what we could do."

Alfred grinned. "Maybe discuss some tactics."

[das_vedanya]

The Colonel waits to see where Alfred is taking him before he even flinched enough to smile. His hands glide up his own jacket to pop the brass buttons free and expose his shirt.

"Hmm," he mused, "what kind of tactics, Jones? The aerial kind?" He leaned in, tasting Alfred's breath for a moment before pulling a hair's width away. "I don't think so - Because I'm not giving you the tactical advantage."

[waitforsuperman]

Laughing lightly, Alfred reached up, taking his face and bringing the teasing lips down tightly against his own, the backs of his legs bumping against the stall's counter.

"Let me come over tonight." The words were breathed in a hushed whisper against the Colonel's lips. "It'll relax you, sir~"

[das_vedanya]

"I could use some of that relaxation right now, Jones. It would do you well to keep my temper at bay..." he slid his hand down the front of Alfred's shirt, along his hip and inner-thigh before grasping Alfred's hand and resting it on the butt of his gun. "Otherwise you know what else I'll have to use to calm myself, da?"

He breathed out, lips gliding along Alfred's chin. "But you can come over if you'd so like."

/awkward turtle writes foreplay at work

[waitforsuperman]

Alfred shivered under the touch of the cold hand, hips leaning into it and a small noise of disappointment leaving his mouth when the hand left and instead circled around his wrist. He tightened his fingers around the gun, smiling quietly, head tilting back slightly, trying to get Ivan's mouth somewhere near his quickening pulse.

"I'm sure we can start something here-" he said, turning them around, starting at the thick clothes that seperated them. "-and finish it at your place."