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Jim grunted as his back made contact with the snow-covered wood hard. Hands gripped tight on his coat, and Antonov lowered his head near Jim's. They both panted.
Jim, sighed, “All right. Come on, what is it?”
Antonov looked over both his shoulder to make sure no one was watching. He turned his head and felt the warm breath hit his cold skin. He felt slightly aroused, and his nerves tingled with anticipation.
“Meet me in the shed.”
Jim brought his eyes up to meet his and made a slight nod. They both heard footsteps approaching them.
Antonov smiled, “Good. Now, where do you want it?”
Jim raised his hand to his cheek and immediately felt the impact of the punch.
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Jim snuck his way into the tool shed after following Antonov’s lead. He searched inside the shed to find Antonov standing in the corner far away from the window. He quickly made his way toward Jim. The risks of doing this were at an all-time high. It wouldn’t take long for people to notice their absence, especially with the nosy guard up their ass.
“Hurry up and make this quick. The others might get suspicious.”
Jim didn’t respond and roughly turned him around and pinned him against the wall. A loud thud sounded in the shed, and Jim internally cursed to himself. Antonov’s head was turned and panted.
“Stupid American. Trying to get us caught, huh?”
Jim made quick work with his hands and lowered Antovo’s pants and underwear around his knees. Antonov hiked up his coat and shirt and put them in between his teeth. Then he pinned Antonov with an arm by the shoulders and used his free hand to free himself from his pants. He felt the cold air immediately hit his warm skin and winced.
He raised his hand to spit in it, which acted as a make-shift lubricant. Antonov looked from the corner of his eye and watched with lips parted as he waited. He groaned as he grabbed his semi-hard dick and slathered his spit by giving it a few pumps.
He then spits in between his ass, and Jim leaned in close to the other man’s ear, “Shut up.”
He guided his dick into Antonov’s ass and felt it slide against it easily. He gripped Antonov’s hip hard with his hand and began to thrust up. He grunted as he felt the warmth around him. They have done this before, and each time the thrill of almost getting caught filled him with arousal. He could have declined the offer and just used his hand, but this was so much better. The stress of both of their situations put them all on edge, which leaves him hardly any time to tend to their needs with many eyes watching them.
Antonov winced as his erection was rubbed against the rough wood. His voice broke the sound of both of their panting.
“Enjoying yourself?” Antonov said in a hushed voice with the side of his head against the wall.
Jim responded by pulling him from the wall to give himself access to touch himself.
Jim’s voice was husky, “Touch yourself.”
Antonov braced himself against the wall with his arm and wrapped his hand around his dick. Hopping to make this encounter end sooner. He lowered his head and groaned as he quickly jerked himself off. Jim placed both hands on the other man’s hips with a bruising grip and thrust quicker against Antonov as his climax came closer. Antonov’s silent moans pushed him over the edge, and he groaned onto the back of his neck as he pulled Antonov closer to him. He could feel the warmth of the cum with each thrust as he continued to ride out his orgasm.
“Jesus,” Jim mumbled.
Antonov came shortly after with a drawn-out groan and panted.
Both stood there for a second before Jim got off of Antonov and quickly got him and Antonov cleaned. Jim slapped his hand on Antonov’s back, “Get dressed.”
From the corner of his eye, he could see Antonov doing to same.
Just as Antonov was to put on the strap of the gun around him, he could hear a guard shouting from the outside of the shed.
“Shit.”
The voice continued to come closer and pushed Jim against the table and came down on the floor-hard.
Jim knew the repercussions of this relationship. He knew that he was trying to protect them from becoming caught and knew they both were using each other for their desires. But he would take and play his part if it meant being closer to getting to meet with Joyce.
“You useless American,” Antonov spat. He made sure to raise his voice so the approaching guard can hear. He hit Jim’s stomach with the butt of his gun, and Jim curled in on himself and groaned. Just in time, the other guard barged in through the door.
He yelled in Russian, “What is going on?”
Antonov whipped his head towards the other guard and replied in Russian, “I caught this one trying to sneak in here to steal tools.”
He kicked him in the stomach while yelling profanities.
Once he was done, Antonov, spat on the ground next to where Jim lay.
The other guard assisted Antonov as he reached down to grab onto Jim’s coat, “Get up!
He stumbled as he was raised to his feet.
“Move!” a hand pushed him through the door.
Antonov kicked him as Jim managed to walk a few steps away from the shed and fell to the ground.
“You weak bastard.”
He knelt to Jim and roughly grabbed his neck to pin him down. Jim widened his eyes and muttered an incoherent threat to him. He felt the other guard watch and noticed others looking.
“If I catch you stealing again,” he shook him, “I will kill you,” Antonov snarled.
“Understand?”
Jim didn’t respond, so Antonov gripped harder onto his neck and raised his voice, “Understand?!”
Jim nodded weakly and felt the pressure on the neck left. He quickly rose to his feet by two other guards. They headed in the direction of the cells and stared as they went. As he turned, he saw most of the prisoners staring at him.
He yelled in Russian, “Get back to work before you end up like that American!”