Archive of Our Own

Austin can't believe what's happening. He's in the back of a blacked out SUV in the middle of nowhere. Willingly. With a freaking Russian ex-KGB and general. Out of his own free will. He just sits there for a moment, processing his own stupidity and the possibility he may never be seen again. I'm so fucked. Then his brain gets the fact that Russel is sitting right next to him. He looks over at the much taller man. And freezes. Russel's jacket, the one he almost never takes off, is nowhere to be seen. Then he remembers that his own jacket wasn't there either. He shivers and shifts slightly closer to Russel, seeking heat. The taller man wraps an arm around him. It's nice for a moment. Then it happens. Russel swiftly flips Austin onto his back with his hands pinned above his head. 'What the- Oi! What are you doing?!'

Russel's eyes gleam. 'Moving into a more efficient position.'

Austin squirms under the his weight. 'More efficient for what? Squishing me?'

Russel shakes his head slowly. Then leans in close. 'Nyet. Is good for kissing.'

Austin's eyes widen. 'Kiss-What-'

He's cut off by lips pressing against his. He stiffens for a moment, then melts into it. Eventually, they pull apart. Austin stares up at Russel, breathless. 'M-mate-?!'

Russel slips an arm around his waist and pulls him upwards. 'What do you mean?'

Austin stares harder. 'You just- You just kissed me!'

Russel blinks. 'Da. And you kissed back.'

Austin's face burns. 'I panicked, okay?'

'You melted.'

'I panicked worse!'

Russel lets go of Austin's wrists. 'If you wish to leave, then go. I will not stop you.'

Austin freezes. 'What?'

'If you wish to leave, then do so. I will not force you to do something you do not want to.'

Austin stays silent and doesn't move. That gives Russel everything he needs to know. He presses Austin back against the seat. Grabs his collar. Austin lets out an indignant, 'Oi, put me down!'

Before he even finishes the sentence, Russel's lips are back on his. He realizes too late that his mouth is still partially open. By that time, Russel's tongue is sliding into his mouth. Austin groans softly, his own tongue instinctively slotting into Russel's mouth, exploring, testing. He reaches up and wraps his arms around Russel's neck, pulling him closer. In response, Russel lifts them upright, pulling Austin onto his lap so that's the smaller man is straddling him. Russel pulls his mouth off Austin's. Just barely a millimetre away. Then bites down on Austin's lower lip. Austin moans, loud enough for Russel to know just how far he could push it. He kisses harder, tongue exploring every crevice of the smaller mans mouth. His hands drift up Austin's shirt, sliding up and down his sides. Austin gasps into his mouth and pulls back. 'You can't just-'

'I think you will find that I can.'

Austin stares, once again. 'This is literally the first time we've even been alone together.'

Russel hums in response. 'And it is pleasant, no?'

'I guess...'

'Good enough.'

And then their mouths meet again. Russel pulls one of his hands out from under Austin's shirt. It drifts down and grabs Austin's thigh, pulling it up over his hips. He pulls away for moment- just long enough to whisper, 'You taste so good, solnyshko. It is intoxicating.'

'Shut up and kiss me, frostbite.'

And he does. Russel's hands continue to move, mapping Austin's back and torso, claiming the shorter man. Austin's fingers tangle into Russel's long hair. They're impossibly close, and the world outside the van has faded away. Russel's hands start to drift lower, pulling the hem of Austin's shirt upwards. They pull apart once more. Austin pushes Russel's hands away from his shirt hems. Then pulls it off himself. 'Now you take off yours and we're even, yeah?'

Russel nods his head and yanks off his own shirt. Their shirts now lie discarded next to the seats. Russel grabs onto Austin's other thigh and pulls it up over his hip. Then they press their mouths together once again. This time is different. There's more heat to it, more need. Russel starts to slowly rock his hips back and forth, grinding the fabric of their pants. Austin moans into his mouth and mumbles, 'Do it again . . .'

Russel complies, rocking his hips backwards and forwards once more, but faster. One of his hands slides down to Austin's belt and starts to slowly undo it. Austin stiffens for half a second before pressing his lips harder against Russel's and forcing his tongue into the taller mans mouth. He's vaguely aware that his belt is coming off, but he doesn't care any more. He just knows he wants more. Russel wraps one arm around Austin's back and lifts him up slightly. With his other arm, he's pulling off Austin's shorts. He briefly stops rocking his hips to discard the shorts. When he resumes rocking them, Austin groans in pleasure. After a moment of this, Russel flips Austin onto his back. Somehow, he does this without breaking contact at all. Austin untangles one of his hands and reaches for Russel's belt, fumbling with it for a moment before pulling it off. He drops it onto the growing pile of discarded clothes. Then starts tugging at Russel's pants. Russel himself reaches down and yanks them off, kicking them to the side. Now neither of them are wearing anything more than their boxers. Russel grabs Austin's hips and continues grinding his own. Austin moans again, low and ragged. 'Please- just fuck me already- please- oh god- Russ- please'

By now, his boxers have slipped down, and are only hanging on by a thread. He wriggles for moment, then is clothing-free. Russel pauses. Then resumes and captures Austin's lips in a fiery kiss once again. Russel grinds against him, pressing down. Austin shudders. 'Ahh~ Frostbite- Stop- stop teasing~'

As expected, Russel continues to tease. But worse. He slides his hand under Austin and starts teasing at his puckered hole. Austin shudders.