I Like To Think That John Is A Doodler, Especially When He Was A Sergeant And Would Draw Penises And

(FancyEventSinger)Price performing at a very, very high end (and over priced) restaurant, the band switching from slow orchestras to upbeat jazz and the guests either conversing with one another or swaying to the music.

(MafiaBoss)Nikolai sitting at the bar and quietly sipping his whiskey while listening to the siren-like voice coming from the stage(if he were a sailor lost at sea, he’d surely be dead by now).

Nik stared at him as if he were in a trance, eyes longing, soul wanting, hands tapping against his glass, mind wondering if he could get the gorgeous performer to sing his name like a hymn.

He wanted him, and by all means he was going to get him.

I think that Nik and Price enjoy thigh-fucking, Nik moreso than his lover.

Nik especially loves to get between John’s thighs after they’ve come back from the gym and one spent their time actually working out while the other spent their time fantasizing about the many positions they’d put their S/O in.

It doesn’t matter if John’s hot and sweaty, to Nik, it just makes everything easier because now he doesn’t have to waste time lubing up and can instead just slide on in!

If John gets overstimulated and tries to move his thighs apart, Nik will hold them together with all his might and speed up, causing his husband to cry out and whimper until he’s putty against his chest.

Imagining Nik having a habit of coming up behind John and wrapping his arms around his waist while John leans into him.

It happens anywhere really. In fact, that small action of affection is how the boys found out about the two(or at least put their theories to rest).

(Fugitive)Nikolai needing to lay low somewhere so he wouldn’t get captured and brought to the Gulag so he flees to a small town in England where there are small quaint shops on every corner, and if you were to go down just a little further, there’d be a few neighborhoods with beautiful houses/apartments.

Upon arrival, the soldiers who were looking for him had already gotten there first(much to his dismay), and just as they turned a corner he ducked into a flower shop and behind the counter, not even noticing the man standing there.

The soldiers eventually came in and looked around for a bit before asking the man if he’d seen someone come in matching Nik’s description, and to the Russian’s surprise, he said no and told which shops the men could check because they had “good hiding places”.

As they filed out with a brief ‘thanks’ he waited til’ the were far far away before slowly rising to thank the man properly, stopping upon seeing his beautiful features.

The flower shop worker had brown hair and blue eyes that seemed like they’d look ethereal in the sunlight, even as they looked at him with skepticism. He also had a well kept beard and mustache, trimmed to perfection. He wore a white shirt with brown pants that hugged his body in every way(deliciously), and on top was a beige apron with a name tag that read John.

Nik found himself smitten, cheeks heating up and mouth opening and closing like a fish. That was until the man— sorry— John had grabbed him by the ear and pulled the giant Russian towards him.

“You get me and my shop into any trouble and I’ll cut you like a rose, understand?”

Oh how Nik loved his voice. Loved how deep and rough it was despite having an odd smoothness to it. Like a rose.

He suddenly felt a pair of sharp gardening scissors at his throat and broke out of his daydreams.

“Understand.”

The scissors left his throat(much to his relief).

As John was getting ready to go to another task, Nik looked around himself for a second before turning back to the Brit.

“Uh- where is your nearest.. uh- mini hotel?”

“Excuse me?”

“Your mini hotels.” Nik says again. “Uhm.. like the smaller hotels that are usually on the side of the road?”

It takes John a second before he realizes and stops himself from laughing at the criminal across from him. Hell, he looked as if he’d skin him alive and use him as fish bait.

“You mean a motel?” He asks with a small smirk, continuing to sweep. “It’s a few minutes away from here near the butcher shop and candy store.”

“Ah, a motel, yes.” Nik nods, trying to appear cool and collected as he gathered what little bearings he had before going to the door. “Uh.. thank you..?”

“John, and you?”

“Nikolai.” He replied, his name rolling off his tongue roughly due to nervousness.

“Nikolai.” John says, and Nik damn near falls out at the way his name rolls off the florists tongue(he wondered what it’d sound like when he was being fucked).

After their brief conversation, Nik makes his trek to the motel and gets a room that’s, albeit, a bit nicer than some of the hotels he’s stayed at throughout his years of running.

He lays down for a bit to settle his nerves and goes to shower, thoughts lingering back to the beautiful florist he’d met just minutes prior to coming here and wonders if he could go back to the shop tomorrow to see him again, if he’d even be there.

Shoot, maybe he’d get to know the man. Know his likes and dislikes, what makes him tick, what got him into the gardening business, things of that nature(and maybe more if he’s lucky).

I think that John has freckles and beauty marks on every inch of his skin, and when he and Nik are lying somewhere, the big Russian with gently kiss every freckle and every mole until John’s a giggling, squirming mess.

…

(And when they’re in bed together, Nik will keep John’s legs open and kiss those thick hairy thighs until he gets to the real prize.)

I can imagine (Omega)Sergeant Price dealing with his heat for the first time and not knowing what to do because he’s been on heat suppressors since he was fourteen and never thought that one day they could just stop doing their fucking job.

He goes damn near the entire day acting as if everything is normal and gracefully ignores the hungry stares he’s getting from his colleagues before getting dragged into MacMillan’s office by- hm- Mac his damn self, and sat down across from his captain.

“What the fuck son?” Mac questions, the alpha covering his nose with a mask. “You smell like fuckin’ fresh wood and coffee. You off your suppressors?”

John wants to sink into the floor.

“No. They just stopped working.” He says with a frown, lifting an arm to smell himself. “You sayin’ I stink?”

Mac throws a book at him.

“No, I’m saying that you’re walkin’ around here like a turkey who has no idea it’s about to become a Thanksgiving dinner!”

John frowns and shrugs. “So what do I do? Take another pill? Hide out in my room?”

“Taking another will damage something—.. if it hasn’t already.” Mac grumbles, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Just put some scent blockers on and disappear for a while. I’m sure that-”

Before he could say anything else, Nikolai walks in looking dirty and rugged, but handsome nonetheless. John’s omega purrs at that.

“Johnathan!” Nikolai grins, moving to give him a hug before stopping and looking at him. “You are off of your suppressors?”

“The stupid things stopped working.” The sergeant grumbles for the last time, trying his best not to pay too much attention to the way Nikolai is hungrily eyeing him. “And I ran out of fuckin’ scent blockers too.”

“Shame.” Nikolai says gruffly, and John has to glance back at the man for a second before dragging his attention back to his captain, ears burning red.

“Fuck it, I’ll just deal.” John says as he gets up, and Mac shakes his head at the boy but doesn’t stop him, knowing he won’t see reason. “I’m goin’ to do paperwork. Wanna come Nik?”

Nikolai, who’s been quiet and respectfully eyeing John, nods almost immediately and follows him out, damn near slamming the door as he follows the sergeant to his quarters.

Maybe inviting the alpha was a good bad idea, because just as they hit the five minute mark clothes were being pulled off, beds were creaking, and loud moans filled the space.

John hadn’t intended for this to happen. No, he was truly, honestly trying to do his paperwork. But with the way Nik was eyeing him(and with the way the pilot’s musky scent was filling the air), he just simply couldn’t help himself and was scent into heat right then and there, and Nik had no issues with taking care of it for him.

Okay ignore the tag where I said “Google is my only friend”, because it’s fucking not. It’s a selfish, backstabbing bitch liar who gives wrong answers to desperate kids who are just trying to make an easy hundred on some fuck ass math assignment.

Since it snowed Tuesday night, my school’s plans to make us go back today were foiled. Unluckily for us, they decided to give us online instruction, as well as a two hour delay tomorrow.

Now I’m sitting here trying to remember how to do a quadratic function and hoping my absence to my first period class won’t be counted.

Hm.. John in his office focusing on reports and hearing Nik come in but not paying him any mind, even as the Russian moves him out of the seat just so he could sit in the brute’s lap.

Twenty minutes later he’s bent over his own damn desk with shaky legs and hazy eyes, Nik thrusting into him at a slow pace and not going any faster because he “wants him to focus” and will only reward him once he “gets done with that file”.

John is a hair’s inch away from spewing out some sassy remark when Nik shuts him up with a hard thrust that knocks the wind from his lungs and puts tears in his eyes, mind fogging even more as the pen falls from his hand.

“Awe, are you losing focus милый?” Nik would tease, leaning over the captain to trap him underneath his larger frame. “Should I stop so you can focus?”

“No.” John is would grunt, grabbing the pen and beginning to scribble some nonsense.

“There we go. That’s my resilient little soldier.” Nik says lowly as he begins to thrust faster, muttering filthy and degrading things into his lover’s ear until said lover cums all over the side of his desk.

“Tsk tsk.” Nik says as he continues thrusting, overstimulating John’s senses further and eating up the mewls and wanton noises that spill from his lips. “You made a mistake, so it looks like we must start over again.”

And start over again they did(and if anyone heard anything remotely close to sex coming from Price’s office, no they didn’t).

Every other person in power is dying except those who actually need to die. Like— wtf??

Y’know what, screw it, I might just take matters into my own hands atp.

Price riding Nik and milking him for everything he has while said Russian whimpers and whines because he’s overstimulated and is not allowed to do anything about it.