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Chapter 10

 

Alexei waited patiently until the doctor had a moment for him.

In the meantime, his father was lying in a room with two other men. His broken leg was on a splint and an IV needle was stuck in his arm. Ivan had been in a lot of pain and the painkiller made him very tired.

A nurse sent Alexei to the doctor's room.

The doctor must have been over sixty years old. A tall, lean man with sharp features and a prominent, hairless skull.

"Please sit down. You are the son of Ivan Urbanokov?"

Alexei sat down. "Yes, that's right."

"Your father is in bad shape, and I'm not just talking about the broken neck of the femur. He is extremely underweight. The fracture should be treated surgically as soon as possible, but I'll wait for the lab results of his blood."

Alexei felt he had to justify why his father was so thin. "I'm doing my the best, but he's just not eating enough."

The doctor looked him in the eye. "It's not just something to do with food intake."

Alexei lowered his eyes. "He drinks."

"Of course, he drinks. They all drink."

The doctor paused for a moment, as if to make sure his counterpart understood what he was saying, "I'll have to wait for the blood and urine results, and we'll start therapy with infusions, but we certainly won't be able to do the surgery on your father before Monday. I don't think he's in such poor general condition from alcohol abuse alone. What was your father's profession?"

"He was a welder, at the refinery."

The doctor nodded. "In heavy industry, to this day, there are many poisons in circulation that cause harm to workers. But it used to be much worse back in the days."

Alexei listened attentively. He sensed that the doctor had some suspicions, but he did not say it clearly.

"So, in all probability, we will operate on the broken neck of the femur on Monday. Please leave a phone number with the nurse, just in case."

He rose and Alexei did the same. The senior doctor was a little shorter than the policeman. He extended his hand to him. "Goodbye Mr. Urbanokov."

Alexei thanked him, went to the nurse's office to leave his number, and then took another quick look at his father's room. He was sound asleep, and Alexei did not wake him up.

He left the hospital with an uneasy feeling in his stomach, caused by worries about his father but also by the fact that he had nothing to eat all day.

By now it was late afternoon and Alexei had not had anything to eat except a cup of tea. On his way to the bus stop, he passed by the Govinda Café. Sasha was sitting inside alone, and apparently reading the newspaper.

Sasha was startled violently when Alexei dropped into the same chair where Gregory had been sitting just a few minutes ago. "Shit! Alyosha! Do you have to scare me like that?!"

"Hey, what's the matter? Bad conscience, or what?!"

Alexei ordered himself a tea and a piece of the legendary cheesecake for which the café was famous. Sasha neatly folded the newspaper again.

"What about Ivan the Terrible?"

Alex chewed and asked a little indistinctly, "How do you know that again?"

"Ran into Gregory at Popov's."

Alexei raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, so? What did he say?"

"Ludmilla asked him where you were, and he said you had to take your old man to the hospital."

Alexei swallowed the bite he had in his mouth and explained succinctly, "He fell in the bathroom and broke the neck of his thigh."

Sasha could barely look Alexei in the eye. He was convulsively trying to decide whether he should just ask Alex point blank about his relationship with Gregory Burton. Alexei clearly sensed his discomfort, and he knew Sascha long enough to know that something was wrong. He gave his friend time and stirred in his tea. Sascha's question hit him like a slap in the face out of nowhere. "Are you sleeping with him?"

"Excuse me?"

"Gregory, are you sleeping with him?"

Alex would have liked to run away. He could barely breathe. His answer sounded pressed, "Where do you get off asking me something like that?"

Sasha almost whispered, "Alyosha, I've known you since we were both little boys. Do you think I don't see something wrong with you? You don't like women, do you? You never go out with girls. You don't go to the hookers either. But you look at that blond American when you're working out like that, like ... like ..."

He didn't finish the sentence. They both stared at each other. Sasha took a few deep breaths in and out. He whispered: "Alexei, I don't have a problem with it. I'm just fucking scared for you, you know?"

Alexei couldn't answer. He also couldn't eat anymore and could barely breathe properly. In his head he saw his laboriously built facade collapse like a house of cards and go up in flames. It cost him endless effort to somehow keep his composure.

"Can you take me home?"

"Yeah, sure."

They paid and Alexei relaxed a little only when he was sitting in Sasha's BMW, and they were all alone. His voice barely wanted to obey him. "Was it that obvious?"

"To me it was. But I've been thinking something like that for a while."

"Anatol?"

"Oh, no! My little brother doesn't understand anything! His thoughts are currently only with his new crush, the beautiful Tamara!"

Alex sounded desperate. "Sasha, I've never experienced anything like this. I thought for me there is no such thing, not at all! Love and lust. Not here! Never. And now there's Gregory and I'm not the same man I was a few days ago. I'm scared too! You better believe it!"

He took a deep breath and his voice softened. "But I'm also happier than I've ever been in my entire life."

Sasha turned into the courtyard driveway of the Kommunalka where he had spent his youth and where Alexei still lived.

"I have something else to tell you."

Alexei already had the door handle in his hand. The pleading tone in Sasha's voice alerted him. "What?"

"I threatened to kill him if he put you in harm's way."

"You did what! When!"

"Just now. A few minutes before you came into the café, Gregory was sitting in the same chair as you."

Alexei took a deep breath. "You're such an ass! Do you know that! Do you always have to be the big brother? Can't you just stay out of it?"

"You can calm down again! The Amerikanski didn't seem too impressed with my announcement."

Neither said another word and the silence stood between them like a wall.

Alex got out of the car.

"Alyosha."

"What now?"

"I'm sorry."

Alexei hesitated for a moment. Then he sat back down in the car.

They both stared through the windshield. "And you have no problem with the fact that I ..." he searched for words, "don't like women?"

"No."

"And we're still friends?"

"Yes."

"Thank you, Sasha."

 

It wasn't quite true that Gregory had remained unimpressed by Sascha's threat. He had shown little reaction, but that was only the outside view. Inside him, the struggle for the right way had been raging ever since: should he end this thing with Alexei as soon as possible, before it would be too late. Or should he do it as he always did and savour the moment to the maximum, regardless? Alex was right. His risk was lower. Gregory could fly back home and even have an adventure with a gay Russian cop to tell. How exciting!

But he didn't want that. Greg had deeper feelings for Alex. Even though it was very hard for him to admit it to himself. He was in love.

Sascha had made it clear that he was worried about his friend and Greg could sympathize all too well. He himself also didn't want to imagine what would happen to Alexei if his orientation became known in his office. Physical violence against gays was absolutely the order of the day here. He had already seen cruel videos on YouTube. All the worse if Alexei's colleagues in the police felt betrayed by one of their own. Brutal and gruesome horror images were haunting Gregory's head. So, after all, better to end everything, so as not to put Alexei in danger?

 

Then the doorbell rang and with a single smile Alexei made all good intentions topple and Greg's blood boil.

He just managed to put the bag of bread and freshly smoked fish in the kitchen before they kissed. With open mouths, tongues and teeth, full of longing and greedy for more! Breathlessly and in a raspy voice, Greg asked, "Is everything okay with you? You're pale?"

"The day sucked. But everything's good now."

Alexei's lips caressed Greg's skin on his neck. Gregory stretched his throat out to him willingly, and Alex resisted the temptation to mark him with a peck with difficulty. He tugged at Gregory's shirt and belt.

"Wow, you're in a hurry."

The reply sounded hoarse. "I've waited far too long for this ..."

He sank to his knees and released Gregory from his jeans. His lips tasted the soft skin, his strong hands gripped Greg's cheeks, and as his mouth closed around the pulsing flesh, the American moaned, "Oh, good, this is good ... so good ...!"

Alexei sucked it all in deeply. Greg's scent, his taste, the feel of soft skin over the hardness of the cock in his mouth. He registered every reaction and enjoyed the moans Greg let him hear. Tonight, he would take it all and he would give it all to Greg! Everything!

On the way here, he had still tried to be rational. Had come up with reasonable, factual arguments to tell Gregory that maybe it was better to leave it at an ordinary friendship after all. Sascha had let the doubts, which he himself also had, grow again considerably.

But a single look into those incredibly beautiful blue eyes and at that arousing body had made him forget it all!

If tomorrow, or whenever he would have to pay for being gay or if he would have to hide his true feelings forever, at least there would be a reason for it. Or better many reasons!

Then he would know exactly why everyone hated him, why they would beat him up or despise him. Gregory would surely go back to Alaska, but no one would be able to take away the memory of him and their time together from Alexei!

If there was a plan it was to enjoy everything, but really everything, every moment, every opportunity, every bit of tenderness with Gregory without limits.

Now and here! Tomorrow was still far away!

Alexei was not clumsy with his mouth but noticeably inexperienced. Gregory was a bit grateful for that because he too had not had sex in a long time. Yesterday's tender caresses hadn't made it much better. His lust for Alexei's body was just as fierce as the other way around. And today he wanted more, much more.

"Alex, baby! Stop, please!"

The look that met his eyes was full of uncertainty. "Am I not doing it right?"

Gregory pulled Alexei to his feet and began unbuttoning his shirt. "You're doing wonderfully, but I really need something else ..."

He faltered a little and let his hands slide over the Russian's broad chest. The bronze skin was hot, and his nipples responded promptly to the tender ministrations of his tongue.

Alex was breathing heavily. He was giddy with horniness and asked hoarsely, "What do you want? Just say it!"

"I want to feel you inside me. Your cock is so beautiful and it's just the right size and I crave it so much ... It's been so long ..."

Their lips found each other. Alexei tasted of Gregory's drops of pleasure. They made out and struggled with the rest of their clothes. Finally, they were both naked!

Gregory moaned into Alexei's mouth. "I'm into both, but passive turns me on the most."

"I've never done this before."

Gregory lay down on his stomach on his bed, looked around and grinned. "I know. Take your time. I'll take my time with you, too."

The light wasn't very bright. Still, Alexei's blush was easy to see.

He put all his weight on Gregory and said in his ear, "If you only knew how horny I am for this!"

Alexei was a tender man. Much more tender and loving than anyone Gregory had ever shared a bed with. This was not about quick release, but rather about real feelings and deep satisfaction.

Alex took what he wanted, but he also made Gregory feel like the most important person in the world right now. His strong hands caressed and massaged. His arms held Greg and his mouth found every sensitive spot on Gregory's body. He took his time yet left no doubt that he knew what he wanted. Gregory was able to let himself go, enjoy, be passive and his arousal increased by the minute. When Alexei reached for the tube of lube, Greg shivered with desire, but he didn't push his lover.

Alex simply did what he had seen in countless porn movies, unaware of how much more exciting the reality was. The first time he slid his fingers into Greg's hot hole, he could have screamed with pleasure. Gregory moaned, demanding more, and pushed himself towards him. "Alyoshka, please! I can't take any more! Take a rubber and fuck me! Please! You don't have to be afraid! Come on!"

Alexei's hands were shaking so much that he could hardly tear open the foil. Gregory helped him and when the condom was finally in place, he asked with a glint in his eye, "How did you picture your first time with me? From the front or the back?"

Not getting an answer right away, he coaxed, "Hey, you've been dreaming about this for nights, haven't you?" Alexei kissed him and asked in a voice quivering with excitement, "Which is your favourite position?"

"I'll tell you later. Now it's about you."

"Good, then turn over."

Greg turned onto his stomach and slid a pillow under his pelvis.

His butt was invitingly in the air and Alexei knelt from behind between the strong thighs he liked so much. He didn't spare the gel and his cock found its way without problems. His tip was welcomed with almost no resistance, but then it went no further. Greg gasped. "Ahh, slow down, give me a few seconds."

Alexei's legs were shaking, but now there was no turning back. The muscle gave way, and he slowly pushed all the way into the hot tightness.

"Is it good like this? Or am I hurting you?"

Greg was surprised at the stretching pain, but it had been quite a long time since anyone had been in there. He quickly got used to the intrusion, however, and it became the longed-for fulfilment he had been missing so much. "It's all good!"

Alexei moved inside him. Cautiously at first, then faster and more steadily. He felt that he would not be able to stand the friction, the heat, and this unimaginably arousing feeling of being inside Gregory's body for long. His testicles contracted and the urge to just give in to the approaching orgasm clouded his brain. He wanted to make it right for Greg, though. His voice sounded foreign. "Grishka, what about you? How do you want it?"

Greg moaned and what he moaned made all dams break. "Hard and fast! Stop thinking!"

Alexei stopped thinking! He took possession of Gregory!

His fingers dug into Greg's hips, his pelvis slapped against Greg's ass and for both there was no turning back. Greg's thrusts against his prostate brought him to climax and Alex's rhythmic contractions of Gregory's anus.

Alex's cry of pleasure came deep from his soul. Raucous and primal like the cry of a bear, he released the tension and lust from his broad chest and Greg felt how much wild, untamed power was in this man.

The marks of his fists on Gregory's hips would surely be seen for a few days to come. But that was the way it was.

Greg turned around and pulled Alexei into his arms. Both were gasping for air. Greg pressed a kiss to Alexei's mouth and Alex snuggled into his arms, waiting for the hard thud after this exhilarating flight of fancy, but it didn't come. He was happy and he stayed happy!

Gregory breathed calmly again, and his chest rose and fell evenly. It took only a few minutes and Alexei also surrendered to sleep.

 

The freshly smoked fish Alexei had brought for supper was eaten later. After a short nap and a shower.

Both were hungry and ate with relish and without many words. Alexei watched Gregory. He was fascinated by the American's style. Greg enjoyed the fish and bread with a delicate dip of sour cream with herbs and plenty of garlic. Noticing Alexei's look, he asked, "You don't mind if I smell a little garlic later, do you?"

Alex grinned. "That would make two of us."

After the biggest hunger was satisfied, they talked about the past day. About Alexei's father, Irina, little Natalya, and about Sasha.

"What does Sasha do for a living? I don't think he told me."

Alex washed down the last bite with beer. "He works for a big German corporation as an operation manager. Has a stellar career."

Gregory nodded. "At least he drives a fancy car."

Alex asked cautiously, "What did he say to you?"

There was no way Greg was going to repeat everything Sasha had told about Alexei's father. "He told me that you were childhood friends and that you were always the smarter of you."

"Ha, ha! You don't believe that do you?"

"I have no reason not to believe him."

Gregory smiled at Alex and somewhat abruptly changed the subject. "I hope that wasn't too forward of me to talk to Irina about my grandmother's diary."

"Will you show it to me? I'm also curious about where your roots are."

Greg nodded. "Sure, you can look at it if you want. It's on the bookshelf on the far left. Go ahead, I'll clear the table. Do you want dessert?"

"No, thanks."

Alexei helped with the dishes, of course, and he asked Greg about his grandmother, but Gregory didn't know many facts about her Russian past himself. Later, back in bed, Alex leafed through the diary with interest.

"Didn't you ever asked where your babushka came from?"

"Sure, I did, but I never got a detailed answer. Neither did my father, for that matter, but maybe we'll learn something from the diary."

Alex read a little and Greg lay in his arm and relaxed. When he was almost asleep, Alex excitedly read him a passage.

"She met your grandfather in Murmansk in 1941. Was he a sailor?"

"Yes, first in WWII  and later, too."

Alexei related, "She must have met him at work in a materials depot. That September after the heavy bombing of Murmansk in the spring of that year. We were still allies against Hitler's Germany then."

"Is that all in there?"

"No, I know about the German aircraft bombing from history class. Your grandmother describes, in the flowery words of a female teenager, the physical assets of Harold Burton. By the way, you seem to have inherited his very special, wonderful blue eyes. I guess it was love at first sight!"

Gregory played tenderly with Alexei's cock. "Such a thing is supposed to exist ... they say."

Alex shut the book. "Yeah, I've heard that, too."

He kissed Gregory and asked mischievously, "Now he's hard again. What do we do now?"

Greg tightened his grip and replied, "I feel like pleasuring you. Do you trust me?"

"Of course, I trust you!"

Alexei sounded more confident than he really was. Gregory sensed his tension. He pressed a tender kiss to Alexei's lips and murmured, "Just close your eyes. You'll like it."

At first, they both enjoyed the game.

Greg took his time. His hands explored Alexei's skin, every muscle and every single sensitive or ticklish spot. He felt Alex loved it when he gently bit the sensitive nipples and his lips and teeth left little marks on Alexei's body.

Alex had entrusted him with his cock and balls and moaned his excitement into the pillow as Gregory kept sucking him deep into his mouth until Alexei's pubic hair tickled the tip of his nose while his large hand possessively kneaded the sensitive testicles. The massage of the perineum was also acknowledged with deep guttural sounds of pleasure. However, when Greg tried to push a wet fingertip where his own cock longed to go, Alexei flinched in fright. Greg immediately sensed the reluctance. Alexei's excitement immediately dropped and he was embarrassed. He quietly apologized. "I don't know either ..."

Greg did not let go of his testicles but continued his tender treatment. "It's all right. I missed the sign."

"What do you mean?" Alex pulled him into his arms. "What sign?"

Gregory looked him in the eye and smiled a little, "Exit only. Or am I mistaken?"

Alexei lowered his eyes. His voice sounded uncertain. "It kind of looks like it."

"Hey, not everyone is into that."

 

The morning was grey and cold. Raindrops pattered against the window above the bed. Greg awoke with a morning wood from an arousing dream, but his hand searched in vain for Alexei. The place next to him was cold and empty. He turned on his back and stared at the ceiling. His body felt used and worn, but he was happy. At least until the second he found himself alone in bed.

Alexei had quickly realized that he himself was not a bottom.

Even if it wasn't so fast that he turned his head off, if he then let his body take command, he was a force of nature. Greg had the marks of his passion all over his body.

Alexei had crept out of bed very carefully this morning, Gregory became painfully aware. The door to the hallway was closed and the window was tilted. Even that he had not heard. The air coming in from outside was cool and crisp. A little too cool for the time of year.

Greg stood up and closed the window. The cold air on his bare skin finally woke him up. Very briefly, he toyed with the idea of sleeping some more, but he had to pee and he had a big appetite for fresh coffee.

The faint smell of fried bacon lured him into the kitchen. The kitchen radio was blaring and Alexei, dressed only in shorts, stood in front of the stove frying eggs with bacon. He turned to Gregory with a broad smile and asked, "Did I wake you up?"

Greg gave him a quick hug and replied, "Nah, I was afraid you'd gone without saying goodbye."

"I woke up from the rain and couldn't get back to sleep, but you were still snoring so nicely."

"Hey! I think that's a rumor! I don't snore!"

They both laughed and Gregory felt a zest for life inside him like he hadn't in a very long time. Alexei had a beautiful laugh, and he was so relaxed this morning and seemed so happy. Greg asked, "So, did you have a good night?"

Alex pulled the pan off the stove top and replied with a big grin, "You better believe that."

Greg ate breakfast in his bathrobe. Alex was enjoying their time together. Right now, he didn't want to think about the world that was outside their front door. Here and now in Gregory's kitchen, over toast and tea, coffee and fried eggs, everything was simply and perfectly beautiful.

They took their time. Talked and laughed. Still, every perfect moment eventually passes.

"What do you want to do today?"

Alex thought about the question for a moment. "I'd love to just stay here all day, but I'm afraid I'll have to go to the hospital to check on my dad."

"Yeah, sure! Do they have set visiting hours?"

"I don't think so."

"Then we have a little bit more time, don't we?"

Alexei smiled. 

 

 tbc

 

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