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Chapter 6.

(Warning! Not safe to read at work!)

 

"Hello Popov!"

"Urbanokov! Hey, who are you bringing?"

"This is Gregory Burton. He's a friend of mine. He comes all the way from America to work in Irkutsk. Imagine, he wanted to go to Gold's! I was able to prevent that. But you have to try with him!"

The man who slid out from behind the studio counter visually matched every single preconception Greg had about Russians, and he smelled like one too!

Cross a hammer thrower with a bulldog and shave the skull, the hair on the chest, back and arms easily replace the main hair, and you have Popov. Dressed in a grey undershirt, with a bull neck, a massive belly, and a nose that had apparently grown together crookedly more than once.

A hand like a shovel pushed toward Greg, the voice as deep as a huge old bear. "Zdravstvuyte! I'm Popov."

"Hello, Mr. Popov. Gregory Burton."

"It’s just Popov. Without nothing. Just Popov."

"All right, my name is Gregory."

Popov eyed Greg silently, for minutes, from top to bottom, front and back. The look was exactly the same as an old farmer being sold a horse. Greg almost expected him to show his teeth as well. However, they were perfect worth seeing.

Then Popov calmly began talking to Alexei about what was needed to improve Greg's physique, as if Gregory were no longer present. He had to listen carefully to understand what the Russian was saying.

Alexei tried really hard to stay serious, but after a few minutes he couldn't suppress the laughter anymore. "Oh, God! Stop it! I can't do it anymore! Popov! Gregory knows Russian! You can tell him yourself what he should do to get a perfect body like yours!"

Greg looked a bit amused now too, which made Alexei laugh even harder.

Popov snorted, seemingly angrily, but had to grin and then spoke, very calmly and slowly, one of his big paws resting on Greg's shoulder as if he was dealing with a small child. "Gregory, please, don't take this crazy  policeman so seriously! Better you turn to me if you want to know something. Now take a good look at everything and later we'll talk about what contract you want."

 

In the locker room, Alex was still laughing at this absurd scene. They were all alone and Gregory wanted very much to hear Alex laugh some more. He was so beautiful and so desirable when he laughed. Greg said softly in a stilted girlish tone, "You're not going to leave me alone with the big, bad man, are you?"
He accompanied the sentence with a hand gesture that would have done honour to a drag queen.

Alex almost choked, gasped for air and answered snorting, "No, never! I will always protect you!!!"

Now they were both gasping for air with laughter and could barely tie their shoes.

The door was yanked open. Two tall, well-trained, young men about the same age as Alexei came through the door and stood in front of them. "What's going on here? What are they laughing about here? So loudly at that!"

Greg immediately became serious, stretched, and was directly on alert. Alexei continued to laugh. "Please! I can't take it anymore! Gregory, may I introduce: Sasha and his brother, Anatol! My friend Gregory Burton from America!" Hands were shaken and Greg was pressed against sweaty pecs like a prodigal son.

"Alexei's friends are our friends, too."

"Oh man, if you guys had seen how Popov clocked Gregory! Like a horse! I thought I'd burst!"

Sasha looked at Greg's face in disbelief. Both were the same height. Greg maybe even a shade taller than Sascha. "And you put up with that?"

His brother interjected, "They might not have guys like Popov in America. If you don't know him, you might get weird."

The brothers were naturally curious and wanted to know who Greg was, what he was doing, and how he knew Alex. From Berlin, it was claimed, kept in touch, and met again through work. That was credible enough. Greg still said he was glad to know someone in Irkutsk and that was the truth.

They trained much harder than Gregory was used to. He kept up as well as he could and didn't want to show any weakness. Alexei was hard on himself and mercilessly disciplined. You could see that in every single exercise. Greg watched him with admiration. Ostensibly to give assistance, he stood close enough whenever possible to feel Alexei's heat and breathe in his scent. Of course, Alexei's acquaintances were curious and after the third repetition of their story about Berlin and their alleged long online friendship, it sounded so good even to Gregory's ears that he almost believed it himself, although he had never been to Berlin and he did not know the local social network that everyone uses like fb in the western hemisphere.

He probably wouldn't recognize any of the men on the street who had been introduced to him today anyway, but if it was important for Alex that the facade has to be right, then he played the game.

Although he was also secretly concerned with the question of what these muscle men would say to the truth? A single kiss, a clear touch and both their lives would no longer be what they were before. This thought was scaring.

For Greg himself, this could be an exciting game with fire. For Alexei, however, it was probably about much more.

Gregory suddenly, without warning felt a protective instinct inside him that he had never felt for anyone outside his family. This fact confused him. He pushed the feeling aside and focused fully on his exercise again.

The barbell on his shoulders pushed him down and his thighs burned more and more from squat to squat. Alexei hadn't skimped on the discs he'd slid onto the ends of the bar. Greg felt his own pulse at his temples and focused again on Alexei's deep, pleasant voice cheering him on quietly but insistently, "Come on, three more times! Yes, good! Breathe. Two more! Good! Come on, already! Last one! Yes! Good job!"

Alex was relentless and tested Greg's strength to the limit. If Greg had imagined erotic feelings in the sauna, he was proven wrong here. Two hours of training with Alex and he was exhausted. Every single muscle in his body was burning and whimpering for mercy. Alex saw it, of course, but he didn't stop until Greg admitted on his own that he'd had enough. "Wow, I can't take it anymore! It's burning. Everywhere."

Alex grinned. "What do you want? You're in pretty good shape! And it wasn't until it burned that it was really good."

Greg pulled him close very briefly and hissed softly, "That's it!"

It took a second but then Alexei got even hotter than he already was from training! He felt the anticipation of the evening rumbling in his belly, and he could tell by the look on Greg's face that he meant it!

The thought of sex with Gregory had been pounding in Alexei's head the whole time anyway.

He had been breathing Greg's pheromones for an hour, and his drops of sweat and restrained moans under the weights produced arousing feelings that Alexei had never associated with any particular man before. A thousand horny images twitched in his brain.

 

Popov's studio was located in a large commercial building from the 19th Century. Around a beautiful, glassed-in courtyard. On one side of the house was a boxing club, which also belonged to Popov, and opposite was the fitness area. In the courtyard, under an arched Art Nouveau glass roof, were an ice-cold plunge pool, a small Jacuzzi, and a swimming pool, beautifully bordered by bottle-green ceramics. The courtyard was decorated with large palm trees in white wooden planters, and wicker chairs with comfortable cushions stood around small tables. You could clearly see that this conservatory, unlike the rest of the house, had been completely and lovingly restored. It was certainly the showpiece of the whole complex. The exit of a large Finnish sauna led into this winter garden. Gregory was impressed. "Hey, this is beautiful! If you'd told me the sauna was so cool, I wouldn't have let you flay me for so long!"

Alexei smiled at him. "You like it?"

"Yeah, sure! You were right. Much more atmosphere than at Gold's."

"Come on, let’s enjoy some heat."

Alex walked in front of Greg. He was naked except for a white towel around his hips. Greg studied his body. They were almost the same height, although Greg had slightly longer legs. Alex had broad shoulders and impressive arms. His hips were not as narrow as Greg's, but his butt and legs showed the many miles he jogged each week. The roundness stood out perfectly under the towel. Greg muttered, "An ass to kneel on."

"What did you say?"

The door to the sauna opened and three fat, wet, red-faced men came out.

"Nothing, I was just thinking out loud."

The sauna was busy. Greg's white skin stood out. Most of the men here clearly had Asian ancestry on their faces. Alexei also had a dark skin tone, and his brown eyes were also a tiny bit slanted, which Gregory liked extremely well. However, Alex had a straight, sharply cut nose that looked rather Greek. They sat across from each other, among ten or twelve men of various ages and statures. The audience did not seem to be composed entirely of athletes.

Alexei was studying Gregory and Greg was studying Alex. Both felt the desire and saw the lust in each other's eyes. It was dark enough in the sauna that no one else noticed their silent conversation.

After fifteen minutes, Greg stood up. Alex lasted a moment longer in the sweltering heat. He came out of the sauna glistening with sweat as Greg finished showering the sweat from his skin. He saved himself the plunge pool and jumped right into the pool. Which earned him a sneer and a little tease. "Didn't know you Yanks were such pussies!"

With a splash, Alexei sank his luxurious body into the icy water of the plunge pool. Gregory was a good swimmer, and he was pretty much alone in the pool. His body felt great. The heat of the sauna and the water relaxed his strained muscles, and swimming naked in the cool water added to the feeling of vitality and well-being that had been coursing through him all afternoon. He hadn't felt this good in weeks.

Alexei had wrapped his towel around his hips again and was watching Greg from one of the wicker chairs. He would have liked to jump in the pool, too, but it was too dangerous for him. He hated to have to get out of the water with an erection.

Gregory was vain enough to give Alex a show. He sped out of the pool, stretched to his full height, brushed the water off his chest and thighs with the gestures of a swimming champion, and walked emphatically slowly to his towel, aware that Alex was watching his every move and hoping that Alexei liked what he saw. Alexei liked it! Everything he saw! And he saw everything he wanted to see!

This afternoon had been a very nice foreplay. Now, however, it was time to stop playing. Gregory Burton didn't want a second sauna session, nor did he want take-out pizza or cold beer at some bar. Greg wanted to go home, behind closed doors, to his own beer, to steaks and bourbon, and most of all, to his bed!

Alex hadn't said much since they were in the car. Greg was beginning to fear he might have changed his mind. He hadn't. But he was hugely afraid of embarrassing himself because he was so inexperienced. As Gregory pulled the car into the underground garage, he asked cautiously, "You want meat, don't you?"

A deep breath, then Alexei whispered, "Yes, preferably yours!"

Three flights of stairs. The apartment door fell into the lock, two sports bags landed dully on the floor and at the same moment, Greg found himself against the wall!

Alexei's hands on his shoulders and Alexei's mouth on his! Open, wet, delicious and without any warning.

Greg let himself fall into that kiss. How he had longed for this! He had desired Alexei ever since he sat at his kitchen table last week, and this afternoon in the studio and sauna he almost didn't care if anyone realized how hot he was for the cop.

Alexei had obviously also hardly been able to wait for them to finally be alone. Both were instantly hard, but Greg was more adept at single-handedly getting a man out of his pants.

So big, so hot, so velvety over the hard core! Alex was close now and right away. Greg's tongue in his mouth and fist around his sex, knowing exactly what it was doing. The right pressure, the perfect speed. Alex moaned into Greg's mouth, "I don't want ... yet!"

"Yes you do, come on! Give it to me!"

A hundred times Alex had said it like that or something similar this afternoon. Greg had moaned under the weights and Alex had whispered, "Yes, come, come, again ... again!" That had been much closer to dirty talk than Alexei knew, and it had made Gregory brutally hot.

Now it was Greg's luring voice that was making Alex hot.

"Come ..."

His lips on Alexei's slowed the cry of pleasure. Wow. The boy was incredibly fast on thousand degrees!

The hot waves hit Alexei violently and as they ebbed his knees trembled.

In theory, he knew all about gay sex, but this was so much hotter than any porn or wet fantasy he'd ever had! Greg's hand had shot him into orbit in seconds, but when he fell back on the ground Alexei didn't know what to say.

He was ashamed of having messed up his clothes and Greg's, and even more ashamed of not even making it to Gregory's bed.

Greg held him. He felt the tremor and he also sensed the sudden uncertainty. "Is everything okay? Wasn't it good?"

"Yes, it was, but I'm so sorry!"

"Sorry for what? For coming here with me? I thought you wanted this?"

"Sure, I wanted to! But ..."

"But what?"

"I totally lost control and I messed up everything!"

Obviously, this didn't refer to just a few stains. For Alexei, losing control was weakness. He put discipline above everything.

His voice sounded so rattled that Gregory was sorry he had taken the matter so violently. His own excitement immediately cooled considerably.

He had had the idea of blowing off a little steam in his mind. After all, this hug in the hallway wasn't supposed to do anything more than relieve the very first tension. And Alex had finally started it as soon as the door shut behind them.

The night was still young. Plenty of time to get to know each other. But Alexei was full of fear and uncertainty. The contrast with the iron-tough, confident cop that he was couldn't have been greater!

"Baby, don't worry about it. After all, isn't that what sex is all about? Losing control. Acting out urges. If we were always thinking about it, it would only be half the fun, right? I'm sorry I ran over you like that. Do you want to tell me what you like, or should we make some food first? And then we'll go from there?"

Greg didn't let go of him. Alexei shouldn't think about trying to run away now, after the first rush was over. He didn't. He liked Gregory, a lot. And he wanted to show him that. The American's arousal had not escaped him, and he wanted to finally feel it too.

Alex slid his hands under Greg's T-shirt and asked carefully, "And what about you? What would you like? I'd like to touch ..."

For a minute, Greg thought. The hands on his skin felt so good. He had been deprived of these feelings for so long! So, he gave himself a jolt.

Gregory Burton found it hard to talk openly about what he wanted. He wasn't the type to peddle his preferences in clubs. If it was right with someone, it was right if it wasn't, it wasn't. Somehow it was different with Alexei. From the beginning it was also about sex, but not only!

"I had a horny dream all week."

"And which one?"

Greg turned around. Face to the wall, hands next to his head, legs slightly spread. Alexei knew immediately what Greg had been dreaming about!

He had also been insanely turned on by the strip search after the raid, during which he had fondled Greg more than frisked him. He had sensed that the American was hard and had almost kissed his neck, but then hadn't dared. Nor would he dare now to even begin to do what was his own fantasy on the subject. He had never slept with a man. Neither actively nor passively, and he was afraid of both, though he wanted nothing in the world more than that! No one said another word. Greg was hard and Alex made him wait a bit. He took off his clothes.

And then he undressed Gregory. Slowly. Piece by piece. Shoes, stockings, shirt, and pants. He paid attention and watched every reaction. Every square inch of skin was touched, caressed, kissed. Inquiring, curious hands stroked, squeezed, and felt Greg's body. The shaved armpits fascinated Alex, as did the two small dimples above Gregory's round, firm butt cheeks.

No one had ever been so tender and arousing with his arms and legs, or with his chest and back. His boxers had a wet spot when Alexei finally pulled them off and pressed a burning hot kiss to his rump. He gently tongued Greg's crack once, but that's all he dared to do.

Gregory didn't see him, but the idea of Alex on his knees, behind his ass, made him groan. Fuck me, please!!! Screamed it in his head! But only there.

Alex's hands ran from Greg's calves, down his thighs. From behind, from the front, over his butt cheeks and hips. Alexei loved those legs. Every muscle was so shapely and perfect. The thighs were so long and firm, as if made to run fast or hold a loved one tightly with them. What would the pressure of those thighs feel like when Greg was holding him from
behind ...?!

Alex was breathing hard, and Greg could feel his bare skin and hot breath. Alex hugged him from behind and his again stiff member pressed between Greg's buttocks. How many times had he dreamed of rubbing himself between a man's cheeks, to the very end. But that wasn't what Alex was about now. He wanted to make it perfect for Greg. His hand stroked over Gregory's groin, the sensitive skin at the spot soft and sensitive, and when he finally, finally grasped the aroused cock Greg trembled with greed. His breathing was fast and heavy, and he quivered with desire. It was so hard but also so arousing not to just turn around but to remain passively still. He moaned and shared his excitement with Alexei. Alex held him tight and rubbed him with his right hand, gently and carefully at first. He was fascinated by Gregory's reactions and by the sounds he was making. He felt that he was doing Greg well and quickly became bolder.

As if by itself, his own cock was rubbing against Greg’s butt, his own thighs pressed firmly and powerfully against Greg's legs quivering with pleasure!

Alex sensed that Gregory was close to come and suddenly nothing else existed but this orgasm, which was not his own but almost felt like it. He bit into Greg's shoulder, held him down with his left arm, and finally chased him over with quick hard thrusts of his right fist.

 

His own scream was not suppressed, and Greg was startled by the ferocity with which the pleasure swept him away. He hadn't come this hard in months!

His legs wouldn't carry him anymore, but Alexei's strong arms held him tight, and he whispered soft, tender words in Greg's ear. "Grishka, you are so beautiful, so beautiful!"

Gregory gasped, but after a minute he asked, "What did you say?"

"That it was beautiful. Wasn't it?"

"It was stunning! But that's not what I mean. What did you call me?"

"Sorry. It just slipped out, the pet name of your name in Russian, Grishka."

No one had called him Grishka in a very long time. Greg felt weak and vulnerable. It was always like that shortly after he came and usually then he wanted to be alone for a moment, but today it was nice to be held. Alex had a broad chest, and he was incredibly tender. Something Gregory was not used to at all. Sex and tender love were carefully separated where he came from. This wasn't sex anymore. But what was it then? An inexperienced boy trying to do everything right, or so Gregory thought.

 

An hour later, they were finally sitting at the table. The stained laundry and sweaty gym clothes were spinning in the washing machine.

The marks Gregory's orgasm had left on the wall were wiped away, and Alex looked super sexy in one of Gregory's gym shorts and Seattle Thunderbirds T-shirt. His shoulders barely fit in it, but Greg liked the look immensely. They had cooked together, and the steaks were delicious. Alex kept glancing with fascination at Greg, who was devouring his meat with obvious relish.

Between bites, he asked Alex, "So, do you like being a cop?"

Alexei thought for a moment. "Yes, I do. The work is varied, and the salary always comes on time. It's not like that everywhere."

"What did you do before? Studied?"

"Army."

Greg looked him in the face and smiled. "And then police. You're into uniforms, admit it!"

"Actually, no. I really wanted to be a pilot. Flying a MiG was my childhood dream. Unfortunately, the Air Force didn't take me. Instead, I learned to drive anything with wheels or tank tracks. When my time was almost up, my mother died suddenly, and my father has been drowning his sorrows ever since. I was glad for the offer from the city police."

Greg looked at his plate. "I'm sorry about that."

"Don't be."

Alexei asked Gregory about his family and his work. Greg talked about home and his work in Alaska and here in Irkutsk, and Alex listened. He was also interested in something else. "Tell me, how do you know Russian language so well?"

"My babushka was Russian. I was with her a lot, and I was the only one of my siblings with language talent, so she took great pains with me. She is dead for a long time, and I've forgotten a lot of things, but in the last few weeks here I've been cramming vocabulary. Sergei and Igor are strict with me."

"Your colleagues?"

"Yes. Another colleague is coming from Anchorage on Tuesday. She's staying for a few weeks for reinforcement. Then I can speak a little more English again."

"Are you homesick?"

They looked each other straight in the eye. Alex felt like Greg's ice-blue eyes were looking straight into his heart. And what he heard made it beat a little faster.

"Right now, I don't want to be anywhere else, Alyosha."

The lighting was dim, but Greg still saw Alexei blush.

"Don't ever say that to me when someone else is around! Only parents or grandparents say that, or people in love ..."

"I know."

Greg smiled at him. "Would you like dessert?"

"What do you have?"

"Bourbon, with or without ice."

"I don't drink hard liquor."

"Never?"

"No, never."

"Okay. Would you like coffee?"

"Coffee would be fine."

The washer beeped and Greg got up to load the clothes into the dryer. As he did so, his eyes fell on the police badge lying on top of his washer, along with everything else Alex had had in his pants pockets.

What was he doing here, anyway? Starting something with a Russian policeman! What if Alexei had something to do with the KGB after all? Or what if this was totally illegal and they could both get locked up for it?

Greg suddenly felt an uncomfortable, cold fear creeping up inside him.

Alexei peered through the door. "Coffee's ready."

He saw Greg's expression and he saw that he was staring at the police badge.

"Is everything all right?"

Gregory pulled himself together. "Yeah sure. I'm coming."

Both drank their coffee black. Greg with sugar, Alex without.

The mood was suddenly different. Gregory's doubts stood noticeably between them.

"Are you going to tell me what you think?"

Gregory swallowed, then asked quietly, "Is this illegal, here?"

"What?"

"Being gay."

"No. Only homosexual propaganda is illegal. Posters, public kissing, demonstrations, or something. What goes on behind closed doors is nobody's business. Are you afraid?"

"Well, Siberian prisons are not famous for comfort and service."

Alex smiled cautiously. "Your risk is less than mine."

Greg looked him in the beautiful brown eyes. "Is it worth it?"

"You never know."

 

 

 

 

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