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Chapter 7 

 

Greg stirred in his cup and tried to find out what he wanted.

Actually, he had come to Russia with the firm intention of not getting into any interpersonal entanglements under any circumstances. He had planned to put his sex on Siberian ice and focus on his work.

Now the most beautiful brown eyes he had ever seen were looking at him, and every glance that came from under those perfect, long lashes melted that ice a little more. Today had been beautiful, though he clearly felt he had overdone the training, of course, and though he wasn't sure he wanted what it was coming down to now. That heated action, earlier in the hallway, had only been due to suppressed lust after all, or was there something else? It was exciting and thrilling to be the first for Alexei. But was it also wise? Alexei was handsome and interesting, and they got along well. But how long would he be able to stand pretending outside this apartment? His doubts were probably written in glowing letters on his forehead because Alexei, after a long moment of silence, said to him in English, "No risk, no fun!? Isn't it?"

"Yeah, true enough."

Gregory got up, put the plates in the dishwasher, and put the pan in the sink. Within those two minutes, he knew Alex was right. He brushed his doubts aside like the breadcrumbs and turned to Alexei. "You don't drink. You don't screw around, you don't smoke. What's your weak spot, Alex? What are you into?"

Alexei played with the saltshaker on the table and Greg put his hands on his shoulders from behind. Broad, strong shoulders relaxed noticeably under the warm grip. Gregory's thumbs circled over the muscles. He stroked the back of Alex's neck and he sensed that Alex liked it. His breaths deepened and he leaned into Gregory's grip with pleasure.

Then he answered, but slowly and deliberately. Even Alexei could not yet trust unconditionally. "Shooting. Shooting is my weak point."

"Games?"

"Shooting range!"

"Do you go hunting, too?"

"Only rarely, if I'm ever invited, but I'm good with a rifle. What comes after that, I don't like."

Greg grinned to himself. "Gutting deer and hauling them home. Who likes that, anyway? Then again, when the nice roasts are in the freezer, that's a different story."

Alex turned around, "You go hunting?"

"Not that often. Sometimes in the winter, with the touring skis. My dad's the hunter in our family, but I can handle a rifle. Anybody can. Just because of the bears."

"What kind of wilderness do you live in? Bears?!"

"Valdez, Alaska. Want me to show you some pictures? It's much smaller than Irkutsk and it's by the sea."

"I'd love to see where you live! But don't stop there."

He held Greg's hands tightly on his shoulders.

"Don't worry, we'll go to my desk. You can look at the pictures and I'll get on with it."

The kitchen was cosy, but his bed waited next door ...

This apartment was just a better equipped hotel room. In the living-bedroom, besides the bed, there was a desk and a single armchair next to a small table that was just enough for a couple of glasses or a book.

Greg was definitely not set up for visitors. Alexei didn't seem to mind. He had apparently been very comfortable in the small kitchen as well, and he waved it off when Greg apologized for the sparse furnishings in his temporary apartment. "This apartment is beautiful! My whole room is smaller than your bed!"

The laptop was mostly for work. Greg’s private photos were safed on an USB drive. Alex sat down at the desk, the computer booted up, and Greg opened the picture file. Then he tugged at what was already far too small a T-shirt for Alexei and said softly in his ear, "Are you going to take that off? I'd rather feel your skin."

Alex turned, gave Greg a smile, and replied, "If you let me return the favour later."

The pictures were arranged in a slide show and appeared one by one. When there wasn't enough time for explanations, Greg would reach over Alexei's shoulder and stop the file. Of course, Alex could have done that by himself, but this way they kept getting close and Alex enjoyed every single touch.

He had a beautiful back and perfect shoulders and arms. Greg wanted to feel this body so much as a whole! His skin against Alex's.

He wanted to feel it, rub against it, and taste it. These desires seemed to be transferred to Alex through his hands. Who wished more and more urgently that Greg would kiss him, just a little on the neck, the nape or on the cheek?

Then he felt the American's rough cheek against his.

"Do you like it?"

Alexei was impressed by Gregory's house, and he admired the grandiose scenery Greg had photographed on his last mountain trip and the Valdez marina.

The last pictures showed the farewell party at Greg's parents' home.

"Now you know my home, my backyard, all my family, and all my friends and neighbours.”

From the very last picture in this file, Douglas Hames grinned broadly and confidently at the camera.

They had sat across from each other that evening. Gregory hadn't taken the picture, but his sister had probably snapped it with his camera.

Greg hadn't thought about that picture at all. He was almost startled when it appeared.

Alex sensed his tension. "Who's that?"

"Doug. A friend of mine."

"More than a friend?"

"Yes. But that's long gone. He has a wife and kids."

"Sorry. I didn't mean ..."

"You're not."

Greg flipped the computer shut, spun Alex around to face him, and asked straightforwardly, "Are you staying with me tonight?"

Alex stood up. They were close. So close that Greg felt the heat of Alexei's bare chest and Alexei didn't miss Greg's erection.

He said nothing, but he slid his hands into Greg's waistband.

It was only two steps to the bed, but it took them forever until they had finally undressed each other and managed to separate their lips for a few seconds to slip under the covers.

 

The condoms were on the shelf at the head of the bed. Alex saw the package and also the colourful tube next to it. Greg saw the questioning look and pulled Alexei close to him. "I don't know much about virgins, but you just tell me what you want, okay?"

Alexei's body felt so good. Warm and firm, aroused and exciting.

Greg would send him to heaven with his mouth if Alex would let him.

He let him! And he whimpered, moaned, and begged for more the longer Greg tortured him with his lips and tongue. Alex had big furry testicles that pulled closer and closer to his body the longer the sweet torture lasted. Eventually Greg felt the orgasm coming. He enjoyed every second he could delay it out for Alex, and he enjoyed playing with the rearing manhood in his mouth. Alex moaned into the pillow, tossing his head back and forth and jerking against Greg. When he finally came, it took his breath away and he almost sobbed as Greg pulled him to his chest afterwards. "Come here, baby! It's okay ... it's all right."

It took a moment before Alex dared to look up again. His gaze met Gregory's blue eyes directly, looking at him lovingly but questioningly. "Are you okay?"

Alex swallowed.  “I don't think I've ever been better!"

He relaxed onto his back and pulled Greg close.

"Just now I'm realizing quite terribly all the things I've missed so far ..."

Gregory grinned. "Don't be afraid! It's not too late!"

He kissed Alexei on the mouth and let him taste his own lust. Alex didn't let on whether he liked it or not. Greg made a mental note to ask him about it at some point. They cuddled and talked a little. Alex explored Greg's body. He stroked and kissed, massaged and probed, and at some point, he asked what he had wanted to know before, "Are you actually Jewish?"

"What makes you think that?"

His fingertip circled Greg's naked, circumcised penis tip.

Greg was extremely aroused, and he could feel little drops flowing out of him.

"You're circumcised. That's what the Jews do, isn't it?"

Greg moaned softly. He could barely answer. "Yes, and the Muslims and the Americans, some ... Please, touch it properly ... I'll explain later ..."

His own hand guided Alexei's where he wanted it, but it took longer than usual for him to pour himself into his friend's fist, moaning with pleasure. Alexei was no slouch. He too could change the rhythm to delay Greg's orgasm.

Life was good for Gregory Burton. Everything was perfect now and here!

He was happy, relaxed, and satisfied. The box of Kleenex wipes was within reach. Alex was fascinated by Gregory's cum, but he said nothing about it, just wiped his hands. Greg dried himself briefly and tossed the paper towel off the bed without looking. He slid close enough to Alexei to rest his head against the Russian's neck, pressed a tender kiss to the soft skin, and drifted off into deep relaxation. Alexei tried to bring order to his thoughts for another minute, but without much success, then his eyes fell shut as well. The warmth of the other man, the now familiar skin, the subliminal smell of sex and fresh sweat, and the pleasant feeling of being satisfied and full of tenderness and pleasure, made them both fall asleep deeply satisfied, nestled against each other.

 

 

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