A Russian Bear (19 page)

Tom opened his eyes. “Yeah. The pain just got to be too much for me.” He felt a little foolish but refused to be ashamed. He had needed the break.

“Okay. Let’s continue.”

Tom blinked. He guessed that Mischa was serious when the Dom said that “yellow” was only a slow word.

Tom grunted when the next slap hit him, his jaw tight to keep the sound in. “Oh, fuck. Still stings, sir.”

“Of course it does.” Mischa hit him again. Tom hissed.

“Let me hear you. Use your voice.” Tom didn’t try to restrain himself any longer, he just let it out. The pain was still bad, but somehow he could do it now. It hurt, and he yelled and begged, but he could do it. Mischa let up a little, and the pain changed and Tom soared on it, his entire body singing with it. He was hoarse and sore and so exactly where he needed to be.

Tom was so far gone that it took a while to register that the slaps had stopped, that he could feel Mischa’s fingers in his ass. He whimpered, didn’t know what to do.

“Shh. You’re okay.” Mischa pushed into him, filling him deeply. Tom was so full and it hurt a little at first and even so, he had never felt so complete. He relaxed, taking what Mischa gave him. The thick cock pushed into him again and again, and it went on forever. His ass started to hurt, and still he didn’t want it to stop. In the end, Mischa found his prostate and kept slamming into it, making Tom grunt and scream until Mischa undid the cock ring and finally, finally let him come. Tom convulsed, his balls trying to turn themselves inside out as the seed shot out of his cock. He could hear Mischa roar, feel the man’s big cock push all the way inside Tom, hurting him so good. He let go, sliding down. Let go.

***

It wasn’t until much later that he heard Mischa.

“Tom? Tom, come on, wake up.” He hadn’t registered that Mischa had pulled out of him. He had felt the soft cloth gently washing him, and then the cream, but it had been far away, and Tom couldn’t find the strength to care about it. He let himself drift again. Something stung his cheek. He groaned and opened his eyes.

“There you are. You made me worried for a moment.” Mischa let firm hands glide over Tom’s back, gently massaging and soothing. Tom moved into the caress and moaned when it made his butt sting. God, his ass was sore.

“Hey. Sorry, I think I fell asleep.” Tom cleared his throat and moved, trying to get up.

“More like passed out.”

Tom looked up at Mischa, shocked. “Really? I passed out?”

Mischa looked like the cat that got the cream. “You did.”

“Wow. I’ve never done that before.” Tom fought to get his jelly-like arms to support his weight.

“Let me help you.” Mischa gently lifted him up, helping him stand. Tom swayed, clinging to Mischa.

“Shh, you’re okay. Let’s go lie on the couch.” Before Tom could protest, Mischa had lifted him up. It felt silly and a little hot being carried like that. Tom gave up thinking and just snuggled in, hiding his head in the crook of Mischa’s shoulder. “That’s it, just relax.”

He was lowered onto the couch, and Mischa pulled the quilt over them. Tom pushed closer, letting his hand slide around Mischa.

“I think you melted me.” It came out gravelly, and Tom cleared his throat again.

“You may be a bit hoarse for a couple of days -- you screamed your lungs out.”

Tom couldn’t help chuckling.

“What’s funny about that?” Mischa sounded genuinely curious.

“Well, it’s not exactly your average pillow talk, is it?”

“It is for us.” Mischa sounded unreasonably smug.

Tom smiled, keeping his eyes closed. “I guess it is.”

***

Tom had gotten a call from his landlord, who informed him that the apartment was clean. Mischa had been startled by the pang of regret he felt when Tom had to go back. He shouldn’t feel like this so soon, but he did, and when they kissed goodbye outside his house (their goodbye kisses tended to get somewhat… elaborate, and so they did it before they came into the city), Mischa didn’t want to let go. He had to force himself to break the kiss. Tom whimpered.

“It’s only until Friday. It’s four days. We can make it.”

Tom laughed, but his eyes were wet. “I know. I’m just being silly.” Tom got serious. “I really enjoyed staying with you, Mischa. Thank you for having me.”

Mischa hugged him, kissing Tom’s hair. “You’re very welcome. I can’t wait until the weekend.”
Please, stay
. Mischa was so close to saying it.

Tom sighed and pulled back. “Well, I have to go now if I’m going to get any work done today at all. My advisor really wanted that article.” He got into the car.

Mischa hesitated, and then he opened the car door. It was only four days, for God’s sake.

Chapter 8

Tom was pacing on the sidewalk. He had only been back in his apartment for four short days, but it had felt like forever. He hadn’t realized how much he had gotten used to having Mischa in the room next to his all day long. He missed their breaks, their meals, their sex. Tom knew he could have the kink, but he wanted more.

He stopped at the thought and then pushed it away like he had done the other times he had had it. It was too soon, and Mischa hadn’t mentioned anything about their relationship being that serious for him. Letting Tom stay while the exterminator was working on Tom’s apartment had been the decent thing to do, and Mischa was a decent guy. End of discussion.

Mischa was not only decent, he was also hot. So very hot. Especially when he changed into Dom-mode and grew right in front of Tom’s eyes, growling and commanding. Tom suppressed his whimper and started pacing again. He seriously needed Mischa to pick him up. Now.

When the car finally pulled up, Tom opened the door and flung himself straight over the passenger seat and into Mischa’s arms, kissing him like Tom was drowning and Mischa was air.

Mischa didn’t even flinch, just caught him and kissed him and hugged him until Tom had to fight to breathe.

“Hey, lungs, remember? Need them to breathe.” Mischa looked astounded, so lost in what they had been doing. Then he suddenly loosened his grip.

“Close the door. I want to take you home and fuck you.”

Tom whimpered, trying to rescue his bag and close the car door and get his seatbelt on all at once. Then he moaned, trying to make room for his dick in his way too tight jeans. He had worn his sexy ones to look good for Mischa, but it seriously bit him in the ass now. Well, in the dick, to be precise.

“Don’t touch yourself.” Mischa sounded stern, but the effect was destroyed by the hitch in his voice.

“I can’t... I have to...” Tom pushed his hand against the bulge in his pants, trying to obey and get himself under control at the same time.

“I said. Don’t. Touch.” Mischa was growling, and Tom whimpered. He managed to tear his hands away and grip the seat instead. He was panting, staring at his erection trying to fight its way through the thin denim.

“Fuck.” Tom heard Mischa and looked up. Mischa was staring at Tom, looking as if he was about to eat Tom alive.

He whimpered again. “Please, sir. Can’t we stop somewhere?”

Somebody honked, and Mischa tore his eyes away from Tom, starting to drive again.”I want to fuck you in my house, boy. You can wait until we’re there.”

It should have been a comfort for Tom that Mischa looked just as hard as he was himself, but it wasn’t. He just needed Mischa. Now.

With the Friday afternoon traffic, the drive ended up taking a lot longer than usual, and Tom was frantic when Mischa finally killed the engine. He clambered over the stick and ended up in Mischa’s lap, kissing the man desperately. The Dom answered him, every bit as eager, but then Mischa pushed Tom away. This, inside the car, meant that Tom ended up squashed quite inelegantly against the door, staring uncomprehendingly at Mischa.

“Inside.” Mischa was gasping, trying hard to stay collected and failing miserably. “I want to take you inside.”

Tom finally made sense of Mischa’s words and started scrambling for the door handle, almost falling on his face when the door opened. He giggled and pulled at Mischa, needing the man to follow. Tom managed to get him out of the car, but they only made it to the stairs before Tom had to kiss Mischa again.

Mischa leaned in, grabbing Tom and kissing him until Tom’s legs gave out. He landed on the steps, pulling Mischa down with him and desperately fumbling with both his own and Mischa’s pants to get them open, managing neither in his desperation. Mischa slapped his hands away, and Tom groaned out loud when he finally felt Mischa’s hands on his cock.

Tom managed to free Mischa’s hard dick, too, and Mischa ground against him, making their cocks rub together. Tom cried out, grabbing Mischa’s hips to get more friction. The man grunted, grasped Tom’s shoulders, and kissed him greedily. Mischa pushed harder and put his hand around their hard cocks, making Tom yell into his mouth and come, back bending and hips convulsing. Mischa roared and followed, covering Tom’s belly and shirt with his come. He collapsed on top of Tom, and his weight felt so good.

They lay there, panting and gasping. Then Mischa started laughing. He tried to stop himself, but spluttered and rolled onto his side, roaring with laughter. Tom couldn’t help laughing, too, but still looked at Mischa to see what had gotten him going.

Mischa couldn’t talk, just gestured around them. Then Tom started laughing for real. “We didn’t exactly make it into the house, did we?” Tom giggled. “I take it that you like my sexy jeans?” He just managed to get the words out and then exploded in laughter. He hid his head in Mischa’s chest, the mirth making the body beneath him shake. It only stilled slowly, and he reached up, wiping the tears from Mischa’s eyes. Mischa kissed his fingers and reached for his face, pulling Tom up and kissing him soundly on the lips.

“Welcome back, Tom.”

***

It was so good to have Tom here again. They had managed to pick themselves up and get both Tom and the boy’s bags into the house. Then they had to change their messy clothes and didn’t make it any further than that before they were kissing and making out once more. Mischa was hard again, and even in the middle of his obsession, he wondered how the fuck he could manage that.

He took one look at Tom’s lean body and kind of forgot what he was thinking about. All Mischa wanted was to have Tom. Now, preferably. Well, and have the boy his way, of course.

“What the fuck! Wait...” Tom protested when Mischa unceremoniously picked him up and put him over the man’s shoulder to carry him into the playroom. Mischa put him down on the floor in front of the paddling bench, turning him around. Without giving Tom any time to reconsider, Mischa grabbed him again, ass and shoulder, flung him on the bench, and started lubing him up.

“Hey! Oh, fuck... Ah.” Tom was fighting, but whether it was to get away or to get more was impossible to tell. The result was beautiful, his boy writhing and moaning on the bench. Mischa let his finger go deeper, finding the sensitive spot.

“Yes! More, please. Oh, fuck...” Tom ground his hips against Mischa’s finger, hissing when Mischa added another.

“Mmm! Oh, so tight.” Mischa didn’t need to be told. Tom’s ass was like a vise around Mischa’s fingers. It was one of Tom’s quirks; whenever he got really excited, he squeezed his ass. And he was really excited right now.

“Relax, boy, or I’ll never be able to fuck you.”

Tom whimpered, but took some deep breaths, enabling Mischa to put a third finger into him. That made Tom shout out and scramble forward.

“Oh, no, you don’t.” Mischa grabbed Tom’s hair and kept him steady between the fingers in his ass and the grip in his hair.

“Ahhh. Burns, sir. Burns so much.” Tom whimpered, unable to put words together. Mischa just smiled. His boy was almost there.

“Relax your ass. Yes, like that.” Mischa scissored his fingers, and when there was more pleasure than pain in Tom’s voice, he decided that the boy was ready.

It seemed as if it took Mischa forever to get the condom on and lube up his dick. It sure sounded like it if you listened to Tom’s steady litany of pleading.

“Sir, please, sir. Fuck me, will you, please, sir. Now, I can’t... AHHH!” Mischa smiled triumphantly when he heard Tom yell. Then Mischa had to give in and groan out loud. Fuck, his boy was so tight.

Tom was frantic, seeking something to hold on to, hissing with the burn. Mischa leaned down, pinning the body under him to the bench. Tom fought for a minute, then he gave in and relaxed under Mischa, panting. Mischa kissed the corner of his mouth and started moving, grinding into the boy without giving him any room to move.

“Oh! Oh, Mischa, yes. Ah! Ow, fuck. Oh...” Tom was incoherent, letting Mischa push the words out of him when Mischa shoved himself too deep or hit Tom’s prostate. Mischa kept him down, wanting the boy’s words to be the only way he could let his feelings out. The result was amazing; Tom was whimpering and cursing and keening in Mischa’s arms. It was exhilarating to be able to drive someone this far out. To drive Tom this far out. Mischa thrust deeply, and Tom yelled.

“Take it. Take me.” Mischa did it again, and again, making Tom grunt and shout.

“Yes. You’re mine. Mine.” Mischa started losing it, fucking Tom with long strokes that got more and more frantic. He hit his boy’s prostate every time, and Tom was sobbing by now, almost out of air and sounds. Mischa took pity on him, grabbed Tom’s cock hard and stroked it. Tom yelled one last time, and Mischa had to fight to keep the boy down as his sub bucked under him in orgasm. The struggle brought Mischa over, and everything went white and quiet when he came, forcing himself as deeply into his boy as he could go.

Mischa felt shattered, couldn’t do anything but hold onto his boy. It was Tom who started moving, forcing Mischa to get up. His legs were nowhere near steady, though, and Tom quickly got up and grabbed him when he swayed.

“Easy, there.” Tom steadied Mischa and walked him to the bed where he collapsed. Tom got down next to him and pulled the comforter over them. Mischa suddenly needed Tom so much and pulled him in tightly. Tom laughed, a little out of air. “Careful. You don’t want to make mashed lover out of me.”

Mischa managed to loosen his grip a bit but still held Tom as close as he could. Tom sighed contentedly, stroking Mischa’s cheek. Mischa closed his eyes and felt a gentle kiss on his lips. “Rest. I’ll take care of you.” There was something so sweet in the gesture that Mischa felt his throat contract. His exhaustion was too big, though, and he allowed himself to fall asleep in his boy’s arms.

***

Mischa woke up before Tom did. Tom was wrapped around him like an octopus, holding Mischa tightly even in his sleep. It felt really, really good, and Mischa wrapped his arms tighter around his lover, caressing Tom’s hair and kissing the boy.

Tom opened his eyes and smiled sleepily when he saw Mischa, leaning up and kissing Mischa back. Then Mischa’s stomach rumbled loudly, and Tom laughed.

“It seems it’s time for dinner.” Tom started untangling himself. Mischa tightened his arm.

“Stay.”

Tom smiled at him. “You’ve got to eat, silly, you’re starving.”

Mischa didn’t smile. “No, I mean stay with me. Move in with me. I want you to stay.”

Tom sat up, looking speechless. Sounded that way, too.

“I... You mean... What?”

Mischa didn’t let his eyes leave Tom’s, even though his heart hammered with his sudden nervousness.

“I want you to move in with me. Please.”

Tom blinked. “You mean, permanently? You want me to live here?” There was wonder and something else that Mischa couldn’t quite catch in his voice. It made Mischa even more nervous.

“Yes. Do you want to?”

“Yes.” Tom blinked again, looking astounded at his own admission. “Yes.” He smiled, an exuberant smile. “Fuck, yes.” Tom pounced, landing on Mischa’s chest and forcing the air out of him with a whoosh. The boy was laughing, grabbing Mischa’s face and kissing him. “Yes.”

Mischa held him tightly, not wanting to let him go. Tom made a protesting sound into the kiss. Mischa reluctantly let up a bit. “Well, only if you don’t kill me before I can ever move in.” Mischa laughed, kissing him again and smiling into the kiss. It made it a quite useless kiss, but that wasn’t the point. He was just happy.

Tom made a contented little mewling sound and rubbed against him. Mischa laughed out loud.

“Sorry, boy, there’s no way I’m going to get it up again so soon.”

“No?” Tom grabbed Mischa’s cock and let his thumb slide over the head.

“No... Oh, fuck.” Tom smirked, keeping up the caress, making it sting a bit when the boy rubbed Mischa’s slit too roughly. Mischa ground his hips into the feeling. “Mmm. Oh, yes, like that.” He closed his eyes and let his head fall back, groaning. Then he shouted when he felt Tom’s warm mouth closing around him. Mischa’s eyes shot open, and he was transfixed by the sight of his boy kneeling over him, struggling to take Mischa’s cock all the way down.

It was so good like this. Normally Mischa would come just by seeing Tom like that, but now he was able to hold on. Tom caressed his thighs and gently cupped Mischa’s balls, making him gasp. Mischa let his hands slide up and down Tom’s head, face, and shoulders, caressing and stroking and clutching when Tom did something that made him cry out.

When Tom grabbed his balls tighter and jammed the tip of his tongue into his slit, Mischa made a hoarse sound and tried to buck to get deeper. Tom never let up, just kept him going and going until Mischa suddenly was right there. He grabbed Tom’s head and pushed himself all the way down, shouting and forcing his seed deep down his boy’s throat. Tom was swallowing and swallowing, and it made Mischa’s orgasm go on and on until he was totally spent.

Tom pulled back, gasping for air. The boy was grinding against Mischa’s leg, humping like a dog in heat. Mischa smiled, enjoying what he had done to his boy.

“Do you want to come, boy?” He knew he was being evil, but how could you do anything else with a sight like that in front of you?

“Yes, please, sir. Mischa, please.” Tom was on his knees, his cock obscenely ruddy and dripping against his stomach.

“Then touch yourself. I want to see you come.”

Tom whimpered, so excited and still embarrassed by what he was ordered to do. He was too horny not to obey, though, and his hand closed around his cock. It didn’t take more than a few strokes, and then he shouted and came all over himself. Mischa smiled with the sheer joy of seeing the boy in that kind of pleasure before reaching up to pull Tom close. Little by little, the boy’s breathing got more even and he relaxed into the embrace. Then he giggled.

Mischa pushed him out so he could see Tom’s face, questioning. Tom leaned in and kissed him. “I think that was a pretty good way of closing the deal.”

Mischa tried to look stern. “Here I’m inviting my boyfriend to move in and he’s considering it a deal instead of a romantic moment. You’re such a spoilsport.”