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[Fanfic] Summer Rain
Title: Summer Rain
Pairing: Russia/America
Genre: AU, Grad Student AU, Angst and Sap, and Sex
Rating: R.
Summary: Alfred's needy for Ivan, and Ivan's insecure.
Notes: My first Rus/Am fill. Dawww. And it's sappy! Maybe alls I need to do to write Sap is write Rus/Am?
His reflection was fogged over in the mirror, the steam from his morning shower still clinging to the surface. Alfred frowned at his all-American reflection.
It had been two months, three days, twelve hours and forty-five minutes since Alfred had worked up his courage and asked Ivan out.
Not that the young mathematician was counting or anything.
Ok, he was, but he had an excuse, a really good one too!
For all that it had been two months, three days, twelve hours and fifty minutes since he'd asked the taller blond out, Ivan had yet to even make a move. Alfred was tired of going to bed alone. Every time he tried to get closer to Ivan, to get Ivan to do more than just some heavy petting on the couch, the Russian-born professor would gently disengage and move away. The romantic dinner that he'd had to get his brother's friend Francis to make for him had gotten him some truly mind blowing kisses that had left Alfred clinging to Ivan's sweater, moans spilling out from his kiss swollen lips. They'd been in the hall, as Ivan had been trying to leave for about fifteen minutes. Ivan's back was against the wall as Alfred leaned into him, trying to fuse them together as best he could. Ivan had licked the sounds coming out of him up, gently rubbing a hand up and down Alfred's back as his own mouth nipped and licked at Alfred's. The wet sounds echoed in the small hallway and Alfred shivered at the memory even now.
"I shall see you tomorrow in class, da?" Ivan had whispered, ignoring the way Alfred was all but crawling out of his skin with need. He'd left with one last kiss that stole Alfred's breath with how whisper-soft it was. No one would believe the hockey playing Russian astrophysics professor was capable of being gentle. His midterms were the stuff of nightmares; his finals had driven students to nervous breakdowns. No one - not even Alfred, who had gotten a lot of 'free' tutoring - had managed to pass the final with more than a B plus. Passing the final with a very respectable B had been rewarded with Ivan making Alfred hamburgers and cuddling on the couch as they watched horrible movies on the SyFy channel.
Alfred was starting to think that perhaps his lust was one sided. He'd never had to work this hard before. Usually as soon as he flashed his million dollar smile at someone, they practically fell over themselves to get in bed. Even Arthur fucking Kirkland hadn't taken this much effort - and he was all but married to his Victorian age mindset. He swiped at the mirror. Maybe Ivan had heard of his casual bed hopping? Ivan was different. There was something about him that lured Alfred in like how gravity pulls everything together. He couldn’t escape Ivan's orbit and really, he didn’t want to.
He wants Ivan, and wants to keep and be kept by him.
"Tonight," he promised his reflection. Tonight he was going to get Ivan to do something more even if it kills him.
~.~
At the two month, four day and thirty minute mark, Alfred's pretty sure something is going to kill him. Despite getting up at 6 am, he was late to class. His car wouldn't start, the bus didn't even bother stopping and he ended up having to bum a ride from his apartment complex neighbor, Antonio, who kept up a steady chatter of how much he loved Lovina, tomatoes and Alfred's knees. He was tempted to jump out of the car, and started to calculate the effects of jumping from a Honda Accord moving seventy-five on an asphalt highway with medium to heavy traffic.
The calculations were not promising. He choose to stay in the car till they reached the college campus.
From there, it only got worse. He forgot to bring his jacket - the skies opened and it fucking poured. He left his laptop at home, which held all his notes for teaching and his lucky calculator. His advanced theoretical mathematical properties professor popped a surprise quiz, and he barely passed. The committee told him he'd have to give them something soon for his dissertation project, and his adviser gave him back his latest draft drenched in red ink.
He missed lunch by one minute twenty two seconds.
The coffee he tried to comfort himself with was thirty degrees too cold, smelled like it had been burned, and cost him three dollars and fifty cents too much.
The students in the class he was the TA for wanted him to go back over the last four fucking chapters and none of them had done their homework.
At that point, he tried to hid for the rest of the day in the library, where his brother located him in the American History section, told him that their parents were coming for Thanksgiving - and "Mom wants to meet Ivan."
Alfred gave up and crawled into Ivan's office, where he flipped the lock, closed the blinds and curled up in Ivan's chair, where he stayed in blessed peace and quiet for three hours, twenty-hour minutes before Ivan got there.
"Bad day?"
"Home," Alfred mumbled in confirmation. At some point Ivan's tiny single bedroom apartment off campus had become 'home' in place of the one he shared with his brother and Francis. Ivan laughed softly at the bedraggled mess he must have looked like and escorted him to Ivan's car. Ivan's car is one of the many reasons why Alfred loves Ivan. He took an old, battered car and proceeded to create a work of art. New engine, new paint, new interior. Lights, wheels, the whole nine yards. It had taken almost a year, but Ivan's nine hundred dollar car was now the envy of every person in town. On the way home he tried to calculate how much he adored Ivan, but can't quite quantify his emotions.
Dinner was not the semi-fancy restaurant he'd meant to get reservations for, but instead some of the chicken noodle soup and biscuits he'd made a couple days ago, reheated and served in a chipped red mug. Ivan wrapped a blanket around him, and they cuddled on the couch as some mindless special played on the television. Before long his eyes closed and he fell asleep, comforted by the sound of Ivan's heartbeat and the smell of Ivan wrapped around him.
~.~
Two months, unknown days, unknown hours later Alfred woke up feeling a bit disoriented. It was the sound of Ivan's heartbeat that snapped everything into place and he realized that he was being cradled in bed by Ivan. The old grandfather clock gave a deep "dong" in the hallway, and he settled back in Ivan's arms. Twelve minutes after he woke up, Ivan blinked open his eyes.
"Feeling better?" Ivan asked. The noise rumbled up from his chest. Alfred could feel the sound in his bones, and he curled closer. The whole day had been one massive chaos theory personified, and he still hadn't gotten Ivan to do more then take off his shirt and pants (while Alfred was asleep!). "Is something the matter?"
Alfred paused at the question. "Why don't you touch me?" He hated that his voice was plaintive and almost whiny.
There was a pause. "I touch you a lot. In fact-” there was a bit of laughter in Ivan's voice - "I'm touching you right now."
Before he could stop himself, he started babbling. Matthew always did tell him that he tended to speak without an internal filter, but to be fair, Matthew's internal filter worked over time. "I want you to touch me and curl your fingers into me. I want you to press your hands into my skin and worry love bites all over me." Ivan didn't seem to be breathing. "I want you to bend me in half and pound at me, I want to make you feel as lost in this feeling as I am."
Beside him in the dark, Ivan sighed and moved to get out of the warm bed. Alfred lunged for him and grabbed on. "I don't get it! Why won't you touch me!"
"I don't want you to leave," Ivan responded. Alfred let go in his shock. "You are, what do they say, always looking?" Alfred had never seen Ivan look so hurt before, not even when his ex-boyfriend had tried to get him fired. He was not really sure of anything but that it was killing him that Ivan was moving away from him and getting dressed.
"I don't want them," Alfred shouted in terror. He knew that if he didn't do something, right now, before Ivan left, he'd lose Ivan forever, and the thought of never waking up to Ivan making him bitter black coffee and toast in the morning, or Ivan holding him in the rain, or just being there, it drove him to lunge towards the Russian and grab on. "I don't want them, just you, please!"
"I don't want to lose you," yelled Ivan, grabbing onto Alfred's arms. "Don't leave me." Ivan tipped his head forward and rested his forehead against Alfred's. "Don't ever leave me."
Time seemed to stop as Alfred held Ivan and Ivan held Alfred. Neither of them let go, and they clung together.
~`~
It took Alfred and Ivan three weeks exactly to get themselves straight - and Alfred counted every second. Ivan called in sick and Alfred called in with a family emergency. Ivan might as well be family, so he felt no shame in it. Matthew might have words, and his parents might freak, but hey.
Ivan's his person. And if his family could deal with Gilbert, then they could deal with Ivan.
He hoped.
Either way, three weeks after the aborted fight, Alfred woke up on the couch where he had fallen asleep wrapped around Ivan as they watched some brainless movie. Ivan was slowly stroking his hair, and he felt like he should be purring in how good it felt to have Ivan touching him like it was his right. It was, after all, and Alfred has been investing a lot of time into making sure that Ivan knows it.
One of the things he has been doing is showing up to classes dressed in one of Ivan's shirts or scarves. The way those pale eyes went wide the first time he strolled into Ivan's classroom and then narrowed with emotion had made Alfred's heart go double time. Another is his new habit of showing up to Ivan's office just after his office hours, coffee in hand. Sometimes they spent the time arguing over the calculations on the white-board behind Ivan, and sometimes Alfred helped grade papers. But sometimes, (ok five times not that Alfred was counting), Alfred got Ivan to touch him.
Alfred shifted a bit on top of Ivan as the memory of what had almost happened in Ivan's office started to heat him up.
He'd been wearing one of Ivan's old, threadbare button up shirts as a way of keeping Ivan with him through out the day. The old shirt had started life as a deep navy blue, but now was a pale sky blue color from wear. It was also soft and had still been warm from the dryer when he'd put it on that morning. Ivan hadn't paid him much attention, still wrapped up in some last moment test adjustments. But by the time Alfred had slipped the last white button out of the button hole, Ivan's gaze was firmly fixed on the tan flesh that had just been revealed. He hadn't meant at the time to wind up on his back on Ivan's desk with the taller Russian attached to his neck, but hey, that's the way the wind blew. Ivan had just been so - so Ivan, that he hadn't been able to stop himself. Desperate to feel the other man, he'd cajoled and kissed his way onto Ivan's desk. It hadn't taken that much, in retrospect, as Ivan was slowly starting to take to heart that Alfred was his. Alfred had managed to peel off Ivan's own shirt and was racing his hands over his lover's paler skin. Ivan bit his way across Alfred's neck, worrying skin as one hand had started to undo Alfred's jeans. He remembers thinking that at the time all he could do was squirm against the desk and think that finally, finally when the door had opened and one of Ivan's baby physics students had tumbled in with a squeak. He'd gotten a rug burn from Ivan jerking a shirt on him.
But, he thought to himself, now is not then. They were sitting on Ivan's ancient couch, the ugly the one that had no right being that comfortable, in Ivan's apartment. There was nobody to come crashing in on them, or any other distractions. The dishes had been done, dinner long since devoured. All the papers have been graded and it was a three day weekend. Now was perfect.
"Ivan?"
The rumbling answer made Alfred shiver with want. Ivan had no idea of just how sexy he was, or what he did to Alfred's hormones. "Yes?"
Alfred squirmed around so he could straddle Ivan. He met Ivan's eyes and leaned forward to kiss him. It was as deep as he could make it, their tongues twisting and parrying and the sounds...Ivan licked at the inside of his mouth and he keened into the other's mouth. Alfred felt a hand stroking up and down his back. He arched into it, trying to get, please just a little - yeesssss. Ivan was finally touching his ass, both hands massaging and touching. Alfred pulled back to lean into it, groaning. Ivan chased him back, mouth attaching to whatever bit of skin he could get at.
"Ivan," he pleaded, rocking back and forth. He could feel just how much Ivan was enjoying this, so why wouldn't he do anything?
The taller Russian nipped at his collarbone one last time before he said, "Bedroom, Alfred. I'm not doing this in my living room."
It took one point two seconds for it to click in Alfred's brain just what Ivan said. It took him another two point three seconds to leap off Ivan, grab his hand and haul ass to the small bedroom. It all got blurry for a bit after that. He was aware that both of them were trying to get undressed, but it was hard when he was wrapped around Ivan and trying to get as close as he could get, to combine their molecules and exchange electrons and become as close as two people could without fusing at the molecular level. Ivan finally solved the problem by shoving Alfred back on to the bed and all but ripping off their boxers. Alfred spread his legs and arched upwards. He was aware of just how slutty he must look, but right now he didn’t care, especially with the dumbfounded look on Ivan's face. He looked hungry, a bit like what a black hole must look like when it sees a solar system. Alfred reached down and jerked himself off a few strokes. He was so hard and so wet that he couldn’t quite get a firm grip, but it was all right because Ivan looked amazed at the show he's putting on.
As long as Ivan kept looking at him like that, Alfred would do quite literally anything.
As he was languidly showing off for his lover, Ivan dropped a small tube beside him. "Alfred?" Ivan's voice was shaky with emotion. Alfred has heard a lot of people's voices shake - and some even while in the same position as Ivan was then -but it was not the same shake. The shake in Ivan's voice was what Galileo must have had in his voice when he realized Earth was a planet. It was what his cousin's voice shook with during a church ceremony, what Gillian's voice did when she looked at Mattie. Ivan sounded like Alfred was the answer to his everything, was his everything forever and ever.
Alfred hoped his voice did the same when he started to whisper to Ivan, "Please, I need you, God, so bad." Ivan's fingers were wet as they stroked across him, slowly working into him. He pushed into it, dancing across the pain, glorying to have Ivan in him, finally, even if it was just his fingers. "What you do to me, I've got no words. No equation, no way of defining it."
There was a pause and then, his breath was stolen away by Ivan filling him up. For a second he couldn’t breathe or move. Ivan was inside him, hot throbbing and it was better than what his imagination could have ever conjured up. "Hng!"
Ivan was babbling in Russian above him, voice still sounding like Alfred was some kind of holy object fallen from the heavens, blessed by starlight and moon bright in his hands. "More," he demanded. "More, more!" He got it as Ivan bent him in half and used his strength to keep him like that. He was okay with it, because Ivan used the position to amplify his thrusts and it was like he was about to pound straight through him. Maybe it was ok that Ivan had never laid a claim like this on him before - if Alfred had known this, this storm of energy focused on him, was the result of him and Ivan, he'd never have let Ivan out of bed.
"Ivan!" Alfred gasped as the strokes got longer and deeper within him. He thrashed beneath Ivan, his hands grabbing on to the Russian's skin and holding on, trying to press as close as he could get. "Don't stop, oh god, don't stop, please, don't stop."
"Shhh," Ivan whispered to him. "Just let me do the work, da?"
Alfred moaned as Ivan set a slow and deep rhythm within him. He bucked into it, feeling so giddy and so happy and heard Ivan swear at his clenching of his ass. "Alfred, please!"
"You make me burn for you," Alfred said, letting the words come out. "You feel so good inside me, filling me up, touching me. God, Ivan, just love me, please, like how much I love you!"
Above him Ivan let out a tortured groan and reached down. Alfred nearly felt his eyes bug out as Ivan started to stroke his hand up and down Alfred's cock. Inside him and outside him, Ivan was moving and touching him and it was so good, he could feel it curling his toes, and and ~
Alfred was vaguely aware he'd shrieked Ivan's name out as he came, every muscle in his body clenching and his eyes wide open. He was aware however of how Ivan froze and then grabbed his hips, gave one last thrust and buried himself as deep as he could go within Alfred's body before going limp on his body. He was muttering something in Russian onto Alfred's skin - while he couldn't understand the words, he could understand the emotions behind the heartfelt decelerations.
He panted, gulping in air and still feeling the tingles in his body when Ivan slowly started to ease himself out of Alfred's body. He clenched, wanting to hold on to the feeling of Ivan, in him, finally, in him, for as long as he could. The groan from above him sent shivers down his spine - he'd made Ivan sound like that. No one else.
"I will be right back mine own," Ivan said softly, brushing a few strands of hair off Alfred's face. He nodded - there was no way he was going to move right now; not even if NASA came charging in and offered him a ride to Mars. He had no idea how Ivan had the strength to stand up and walk right now. He just wanted to stay here, curled up with Ivan until the last star in the universe burned out and all was still and silent.
"Drink." This was a tall glass of cool water, pressed to his lips. He drank greedily, somehow water had never tasted so fresh or pure before. "Just lay back my own, da? I will take care of the rest." A warm cloth wiped him down and then Ivan's warm, oh so warm, body curled next to his. Ivan's hand crept into his and he squeezed slightly, feeling Ivan squeeze back.
Alfred had to say it again. He'd say it as many times as he needed to, until he didn't need to and then he'd say it some more. "I love you."
Next to him Ivan's breath caught and then began. "Da. I love you too."
Pairing: Russia/America
Genre: AU, Grad Student AU, Angst and Sap, and Sex
Rating: R.
Summary: Alfred's needy for Ivan, and Ivan's insecure.
Notes: My first Rus/Am fill. Dawww. And it's sappy! Maybe alls I need to do to write Sap is write Rus/Am?
His reflection was fogged over in the mirror, the steam from his morning shower still clinging to the surface. Alfred frowned at his all-American reflection.
It had been two months, three days, twelve hours and forty-five minutes since Alfred had worked up his courage and asked Ivan out.
Not that the young mathematician was counting or anything.
Ok, he was, but he had an excuse, a really good one too!
For all that it had been two months, three days, twelve hours and fifty minutes since he'd asked the taller blond out, Ivan had yet to even make a move. Alfred was tired of going to bed alone. Every time he tried to get closer to Ivan, to get Ivan to do more than just some heavy petting on the couch, the Russian-born professor would gently disengage and move away. The romantic dinner that he'd had to get his brother's friend Francis to make for him had gotten him some truly mind blowing kisses that had left Alfred clinging to Ivan's sweater, moans spilling out from his kiss swollen lips. They'd been in the hall, as Ivan had been trying to leave for about fifteen minutes. Ivan's back was against the wall as Alfred leaned into him, trying to fuse them together as best he could. Ivan had licked the sounds coming out of him up, gently rubbing a hand up and down Alfred's back as his own mouth nipped and licked at Alfred's. The wet sounds echoed in the small hallway and Alfred shivered at the memory even now.
"I shall see you tomorrow in class, da?" Ivan had whispered, ignoring the way Alfred was all but crawling out of his skin with need. He'd left with one last kiss that stole Alfred's breath with how whisper-soft it was. No one would believe the hockey playing Russian astrophysics professor was capable of being gentle. His midterms were the stuff of nightmares; his finals had driven students to nervous breakdowns. No one - not even Alfred, who had gotten a lot of 'free' tutoring - had managed to pass the final with more than a B plus. Passing the final with a very respectable B had been rewarded with Ivan making Alfred hamburgers and cuddling on the couch as they watched horrible movies on the SyFy channel.
Alfred was starting to think that perhaps his lust was one sided. He'd never had to work this hard before. Usually as soon as he flashed his million dollar smile at someone, they practically fell over themselves to get in bed. Even Arthur fucking Kirkland hadn't taken this much effort - and he was all but married to his Victorian age mindset. He swiped at the mirror. Maybe Ivan had heard of his casual bed hopping? Ivan was different. There was something about him that lured Alfred in like how gravity pulls everything together. He couldn’t escape Ivan's orbit and really, he didn’t want to.
He wants Ivan, and wants to keep and be kept by him.
"Tonight," he promised his reflection. Tonight he was going to get Ivan to do something more even if it kills him.
~.~
At the two month, four day and thirty minute mark, Alfred's pretty sure something is going to kill him. Despite getting up at 6 am, he was late to class. His car wouldn't start, the bus didn't even bother stopping and he ended up having to bum a ride from his apartment complex neighbor, Antonio, who kept up a steady chatter of how much he loved Lovina, tomatoes and Alfred's knees. He was tempted to jump out of the car, and started to calculate the effects of jumping from a Honda Accord moving seventy-five on an asphalt highway with medium to heavy traffic.
The calculations were not promising. He choose to stay in the car till they reached the college campus.
From there, it only got worse. He forgot to bring his jacket - the skies opened and it fucking poured. He left his laptop at home, which held all his notes for teaching and his lucky calculator. His advanced theoretical mathematical properties professor popped a surprise quiz, and he barely passed. The committee told him he'd have to give them something soon for his dissertation project, and his adviser gave him back his latest draft drenched in red ink.
He missed lunch by one minute twenty two seconds.
The coffee he tried to comfort himself with was thirty degrees too cold, smelled like it had been burned, and cost him three dollars and fifty cents too much.
The students in the class he was the TA for wanted him to go back over the last four fucking chapters and none of them had done their homework.
At that point, he tried to hid for the rest of the day in the library, where his brother located him in the American History section, told him that their parents were coming for Thanksgiving - and "Mom wants to meet Ivan."
Alfred gave up and crawled into Ivan's office, where he flipped the lock, closed the blinds and curled up in Ivan's chair, where he stayed in blessed peace and quiet for three hours, twenty-hour minutes before Ivan got there.
"Bad day?"
"Home," Alfred mumbled in confirmation. At some point Ivan's tiny single bedroom apartment off campus had become 'home' in place of the one he shared with his brother and Francis. Ivan laughed softly at the bedraggled mess he must have looked like and escorted him to Ivan's car. Ivan's car is one of the many reasons why Alfred loves Ivan. He took an old, battered car and proceeded to create a work of art. New engine, new paint, new interior. Lights, wheels, the whole nine yards. It had taken almost a year, but Ivan's nine hundred dollar car was now the envy of every person in town. On the way home he tried to calculate how much he adored Ivan, but can't quite quantify his emotions.
Dinner was not the semi-fancy restaurant he'd meant to get reservations for, but instead some of the chicken noodle soup and biscuits he'd made a couple days ago, reheated and served in a chipped red mug. Ivan wrapped a blanket around him, and they cuddled on the couch as some mindless special played on the television. Before long his eyes closed and he fell asleep, comforted by the sound of Ivan's heartbeat and the smell of Ivan wrapped around him.
~.~
Two months, unknown days, unknown hours later Alfred woke up feeling a bit disoriented. It was the sound of Ivan's heartbeat that snapped everything into place and he realized that he was being cradled in bed by Ivan. The old grandfather clock gave a deep "dong" in the hallway, and he settled back in Ivan's arms. Twelve minutes after he woke up, Ivan blinked open his eyes.
"Feeling better?" Ivan asked. The noise rumbled up from his chest. Alfred could feel the sound in his bones, and he curled closer. The whole day had been one massive chaos theory personified, and he still hadn't gotten Ivan to do more then take off his shirt and pants (while Alfred was asleep!). "Is something the matter?"
Alfred paused at the question. "Why don't you touch me?" He hated that his voice was plaintive and almost whiny.
There was a pause. "I touch you a lot. In fact-” there was a bit of laughter in Ivan's voice - "I'm touching you right now."
Before he could stop himself, he started babbling. Matthew always did tell him that he tended to speak without an internal filter, but to be fair, Matthew's internal filter worked over time. "I want you to touch me and curl your fingers into me. I want you to press your hands into my skin and worry love bites all over me." Ivan didn't seem to be breathing. "I want you to bend me in half and pound at me, I want to make you feel as lost in this feeling as I am."
Beside him in the dark, Ivan sighed and moved to get out of the warm bed. Alfred lunged for him and grabbed on. "I don't get it! Why won't you touch me!"
"I don't want you to leave," Ivan responded. Alfred let go in his shock. "You are, what do they say, always looking?" Alfred had never seen Ivan look so hurt before, not even when his ex-boyfriend had tried to get him fired. He was not really sure of anything but that it was killing him that Ivan was moving away from him and getting dressed.
"I don't want them," Alfred shouted in terror. He knew that if he didn't do something, right now, before Ivan left, he'd lose Ivan forever, and the thought of never waking up to Ivan making him bitter black coffee and toast in the morning, or Ivan holding him in the rain, or just being there, it drove him to lunge towards the Russian and grab on. "I don't want them, just you, please!"
"I don't want to lose you," yelled Ivan, grabbing onto Alfred's arms. "Don't leave me." Ivan tipped his head forward and rested his forehead against Alfred's. "Don't ever leave me."
Time seemed to stop as Alfred held Ivan and Ivan held Alfred. Neither of them let go, and they clung together.
~`~
It took Alfred and Ivan three weeks exactly to get themselves straight - and Alfred counted every second. Ivan called in sick and Alfred called in with a family emergency. Ivan might as well be family, so he felt no shame in it. Matthew might have words, and his parents might freak, but hey.
Ivan's his person. And if his family could deal with Gilbert, then they could deal with Ivan.
He hoped.
Either way, three weeks after the aborted fight, Alfred woke up on the couch where he had fallen asleep wrapped around Ivan as they watched some brainless movie. Ivan was slowly stroking his hair, and he felt like he should be purring in how good it felt to have Ivan touching him like it was his right. It was, after all, and Alfred has been investing a lot of time into making sure that Ivan knows it.
One of the things he has been doing is showing up to classes dressed in one of Ivan's shirts or scarves. The way those pale eyes went wide the first time he strolled into Ivan's classroom and then narrowed with emotion had made Alfred's heart go double time. Another is his new habit of showing up to Ivan's office just after his office hours, coffee in hand. Sometimes they spent the time arguing over the calculations on the white-board behind Ivan, and sometimes Alfred helped grade papers. But sometimes, (ok five times not that Alfred was counting), Alfred got Ivan to touch him.
Alfred shifted a bit on top of Ivan as the memory of what had almost happened in Ivan's office started to heat him up.
He'd been wearing one of Ivan's old, threadbare button up shirts as a way of keeping Ivan with him through out the day. The old shirt had started life as a deep navy blue, but now was a pale sky blue color from wear. It was also soft and had still been warm from the dryer when he'd put it on that morning. Ivan hadn't paid him much attention, still wrapped up in some last moment test adjustments. But by the time Alfred had slipped the last white button out of the button hole, Ivan's gaze was firmly fixed on the tan flesh that had just been revealed. He hadn't meant at the time to wind up on his back on Ivan's desk with the taller Russian attached to his neck, but hey, that's the way the wind blew. Ivan had just been so - so Ivan, that he hadn't been able to stop himself. Desperate to feel the other man, he'd cajoled and kissed his way onto Ivan's desk. It hadn't taken that much, in retrospect, as Ivan was slowly starting to take to heart that Alfred was his. Alfred had managed to peel off Ivan's own shirt and was racing his hands over his lover's paler skin. Ivan bit his way across Alfred's neck, worrying skin as one hand had started to undo Alfred's jeans. He remembers thinking that at the time all he could do was squirm against the desk and think that finally, finally when the door had opened and one of Ivan's baby physics students had tumbled in with a squeak. He'd gotten a rug burn from Ivan jerking a shirt on him.
But, he thought to himself, now is not then. They were sitting on Ivan's ancient couch, the ugly the one that had no right being that comfortable, in Ivan's apartment. There was nobody to come crashing in on them, or any other distractions. The dishes had been done, dinner long since devoured. All the papers have been graded and it was a three day weekend. Now was perfect.
"Ivan?"
The rumbling answer made Alfred shiver with want. Ivan had no idea of just how sexy he was, or what he did to Alfred's hormones. "Yes?"
Alfred squirmed around so he could straddle Ivan. He met Ivan's eyes and leaned forward to kiss him. It was as deep as he could make it, their tongues twisting and parrying and the sounds...Ivan licked at the inside of his mouth and he keened into the other's mouth. Alfred felt a hand stroking up and down his back. He arched into it, trying to get, please just a little - yeesssss. Ivan was finally touching his ass, both hands massaging and touching. Alfred pulled back to lean into it, groaning. Ivan chased him back, mouth attaching to whatever bit of skin he could get at.
"Ivan," he pleaded, rocking back and forth. He could feel just how much Ivan was enjoying this, so why wouldn't he do anything?
The taller Russian nipped at his collarbone one last time before he said, "Bedroom, Alfred. I'm not doing this in my living room."
It took one point two seconds for it to click in Alfred's brain just what Ivan said. It took him another two point three seconds to leap off Ivan, grab his hand and haul ass to the small bedroom. It all got blurry for a bit after that. He was aware that both of them were trying to get undressed, but it was hard when he was wrapped around Ivan and trying to get as close as he could get, to combine their molecules and exchange electrons and become as close as two people could without fusing at the molecular level. Ivan finally solved the problem by shoving Alfred back on to the bed and all but ripping off their boxers. Alfred spread his legs and arched upwards. He was aware of just how slutty he must look, but right now he didn’t care, especially with the dumbfounded look on Ivan's face. He looked hungry, a bit like what a black hole must look like when it sees a solar system. Alfred reached down and jerked himself off a few strokes. He was so hard and so wet that he couldn’t quite get a firm grip, but it was all right because Ivan looked amazed at the show he's putting on.
As long as Ivan kept looking at him like that, Alfred would do quite literally anything.
As he was languidly showing off for his lover, Ivan dropped a small tube beside him. "Alfred?" Ivan's voice was shaky with emotion. Alfred has heard a lot of people's voices shake - and some even while in the same position as Ivan was then -but it was not the same shake. The shake in Ivan's voice was what Galileo must have had in his voice when he realized Earth was a planet. It was what his cousin's voice shook with during a church ceremony, what Gillian's voice did when she looked at Mattie. Ivan sounded like Alfred was the answer to his everything, was his everything forever and ever.
Alfred hoped his voice did the same when he started to whisper to Ivan, "Please, I need you, God, so bad." Ivan's fingers were wet as they stroked across him, slowly working into him. He pushed into it, dancing across the pain, glorying to have Ivan in him, finally, even if it was just his fingers. "What you do to me, I've got no words. No equation, no way of defining it."
There was a pause and then, his breath was stolen away by Ivan filling him up. For a second he couldn’t breathe or move. Ivan was inside him, hot throbbing and it was better than what his imagination could have ever conjured up. "Hng!"
Ivan was babbling in Russian above him, voice still sounding like Alfred was some kind of holy object fallen from the heavens, blessed by starlight and moon bright in his hands. "More," he demanded. "More, more!" He got it as Ivan bent him in half and used his strength to keep him like that. He was okay with it, because Ivan used the position to amplify his thrusts and it was like he was about to pound straight through him. Maybe it was ok that Ivan had never laid a claim like this on him before - if Alfred had known this, this storm of energy focused on him, was the result of him and Ivan, he'd never have let Ivan out of bed.
"Ivan!" Alfred gasped as the strokes got longer and deeper within him. He thrashed beneath Ivan, his hands grabbing on to the Russian's skin and holding on, trying to press as close as he could get. "Don't stop, oh god, don't stop, please, don't stop."
"Shhh," Ivan whispered to him. "Just let me do the work, da?"
Alfred moaned as Ivan set a slow and deep rhythm within him. He bucked into it, feeling so giddy and so happy and heard Ivan swear at his clenching of his ass. "Alfred, please!"
"You make me burn for you," Alfred said, letting the words come out. "You feel so good inside me, filling me up, touching me. God, Ivan, just love me, please, like how much I love you!"
Above him Ivan let out a tortured groan and reached down. Alfred nearly felt his eyes bug out as Ivan started to stroke his hand up and down Alfred's cock. Inside him and outside him, Ivan was moving and touching him and it was so good, he could feel it curling his toes, and and ~
Alfred was vaguely aware he'd shrieked Ivan's name out as he came, every muscle in his body clenching and his eyes wide open. He was aware however of how Ivan froze and then grabbed his hips, gave one last thrust and buried himself as deep as he could go within Alfred's body before going limp on his body. He was muttering something in Russian onto Alfred's skin - while he couldn't understand the words, he could understand the emotions behind the heartfelt decelerations.
He panted, gulping in air and still feeling the tingles in his body when Ivan slowly started to ease himself out of Alfred's body. He clenched, wanting to hold on to the feeling of Ivan, in him, finally, in him, for as long as he could. The groan from above him sent shivers down his spine - he'd made Ivan sound like that. No one else.
"I will be right back mine own," Ivan said softly, brushing a few strands of hair off Alfred's face. He nodded - there was no way he was going to move right now; not even if NASA came charging in and offered him a ride to Mars. He had no idea how Ivan had the strength to stand up and walk right now. He just wanted to stay here, curled up with Ivan until the last star in the universe burned out and all was still and silent.
"Drink." This was a tall glass of cool water, pressed to his lips. He drank greedily, somehow water had never tasted so fresh or pure before. "Just lay back my own, da? I will take care of the rest." A warm cloth wiped him down and then Ivan's warm, oh so warm, body curled next to his. Ivan's hand crept into his and he squeezed slightly, feeling Ivan squeeze back.
Alfred had to say it again. He'd say it as many times as he needed to, until he didn't need to and then he'd say it some more. "I love you."
Next to him Ivan's breath caught and then began. "Da. I love you too."