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Price stood under the hot shower with his hands on the cool tiles and his head bowed. He tried to focus on the sensation of the water running over his skin, the faint smell of bleach that lingered in the air, the thrum of the old boiler working over time, anything to ground him. His prick ached, standing erect and untouched, and he stared at it with lidded eyes, the flushed skin blurred through the steam and droplets of water on his lashes.
He's never felt like this before. It was like he was floating just outside his body, and yet, somehow, every part of him was sensitive, primed. The world had soft edges, muted almost, but he could tune into a single droplet of water tracking down his spine. He knew it was connected to what had happened in the ring - had felt it descending while he knelt at Nik’s feet - but it was… alien. He felt vulnerable, like he was balancing on a precipice and he could tumble over if he lost focus for even a second, and it… it fucking frightened him, and Price wasn’t accustomed to fear.
This was a bloody nightmare. How could he want such things? Why did the thought of such a violent loss of control not make him balk? He was an officer, decorated, meant to be the best, this was a fuckin’ disgrace, this–
A large shadow loomed behind him. He felt its presence before he heard the footfalls of the man it belonged to splash into the pools of water around the drain, scent gathering in the whirls of steam around his face. He didn't turn - couldn't turn - to reveal his predicament, but that didn't matter. The shadow came to him, a big hand settling cautiously on his hip, Nik's musky cologne distinct to Price’s sensitive nose.
Price didn't pull away. Nik's fingertips sent sparks skittering over his skin, and Price dropped his chin to inspect those weatherbeaten fingers as they gently traced a small scar that curled over his hip bone. In that moment, they were the center of his entire universe.
“Tell me no,” Nik said in a low timber that shot straight to Price's groin. The word should have fallen out of his mouth easily, and he knew Nik would respect it. But Price said nothing, his head bowing further between his shoulders as Nik stepped closer. That hand drifted to Price’s stomach, nails raking through the soft trail of hair around his belly button just as warm lips pressed to slant of muscle sweeping down from Price’s neck. “Tell me no, John.”
There was still a tiny distance between Nik’s body and his. Price could feel the brush of damp hair against his back, knowing Nikolai’s impressive chest pinned him made his mouth water, the whisper of something big against the curves of his arse, and every muscle fiber, every inch of skin, tingled with the need to feel it all. At first, he resisted, holding fast, his fingers curling into his palms. Nik didn't push, only stroked that small area just below where his belt should sit; intimate, never easily accessed, and Price thought he might crack in half if he didn't feel the whole of Nik against him in the next thirty seconds.
Price pressed his knuckles into the tiles and arched his body back a little further, moaning softly when he met the resistance of Nik’s body; the immovable bulwark that had forced Price to the ground and ripped his control away, arm at his throat, strong legs pinning his hips. Nik flattened the hand on Price’s belly and held him there, the thick heft of his cock against the cleft of Price's backside, unashamed of his arousal. He opened his mouth to suck a deeper kiss into Price's neck, and stroked up Price’s torso to cup his chest. “I know what you need,” Nik whispered against Price's skin, “but you need to be good for me. You need to relax.”
Price was pulled taut, his back rigid, his arms firm. A gulf yawned out before him and Nik was asking him to fall into it, trusting that his arms would be there to catch him. Price let out a shaky breath, his chest burning from where he'd been holding it, and slowly tilted his head back to Nik's shoulder. The water hit his face and his eyes blinked furiously into the spray, resisting the urge to close because that was the next step, wasn't it? Closing his eyes surrendered his link to the world to Nik’s care.
Nik turned his face into the bristles of Price's beard and nuzzled with a contented hum. He stroked a nipple between finger and thumb, a soft touch that still made it harden with pleasure, sending sparks through Price’s chest, his knees shaking. “Ty kraséevyi…” Nik murmured breathlessly, relishing the responsiveness of Price's body to his touch. “So eager.”
“Nik, please.” Price didn't mean for it to sound like a sob, but it did and he clenched his teeth with the shame of it, his quivering cock no less desperate as it curved upwards, drooling.
Nik followed the contour of Price’s chest and collarbone to his throat, teasing his bobbing Adam's apple before his palm flattened. His thumb and fingers pressed into the soft skin beneath the hinge of Price’s jaw and squeezed. Price let out a soft, choked moan, his eyes rolling back as his body throbbed with relief and euphoria.
It wasn’t the same chokehold as on the mat, a ruthless crushing of the windpipe to cause as much damage as possible, but he still felt the soreness there and it only added to the descent. If his mind had been clear Price might have identified the reason for the lightheadedness, the rush, as a restriction of his carotid artery, but all he could think about was how easily Nik could snap his neck. How little effort it would take for that huge palm to clamp down and Price's consciousness - his life - to slip away if Nik willed it. He had worked with Nik for so many years, knew what he was capable of, and the sick thrill of it made Price feel weak.
“Beautiful,” Nik repeated in English this time, his voice deep and husky at Price's ear, “the way you want to give yourself to me like this.”
Price growled. Or tried to. It started deep in his chest and ended in a choked gasp as Nik tightened his grip on his throat enough to make stars glitter behind his eyelids. Putting him squarely back in his place. The noise that punched out his chest was more snarl than moan, but Nik sounded delighted. “Or do you wish to fight me again? You want me to take ownership of you, tame you like an animal, captain?”
The hand that had steadied Price at his belly now slid lower, over his thigh and then up the inside to cup his sac in the seat of his palm. Price felt more vulnerable like this, Nik’s big hands cradling the most vulnerable parts of him, than if he had a gun pressed to his temple. His limbs were glued in place, rigid with obedience and desperation, paralysed by Nik’s touch and the silky rumble of his voice.
“I think you would prefer me to take, no?” Nik licked and bit at Price’s ear, then trailed down the edge of his jaw through his beard. Price's fingers gripped at the tiles, nails digging into the grout, meek little noises escaping his throat as his prick drooled precum over the back of Nik’s wrist. Nik played with his balls, squeezing, tugging, and then let them slide along the top of his thick shaft as he slid it between Price's thighs. “Legs together, captain.”
Price did as he was told. Limbs that had been leaden suddenly inspired into action by Nik's command. He clamped around the hard length of Nik’s cock, the velvet soft skin of it bloody beautiful against his inner thighs. Nik groaned, nuzzling his face into Price's wet hair as he rocked back and forth, shifting his prick only a few inches at a time. “Mm, ya vsyu zhizn' zhdala tebya…”
“Nik, fuck… N-Ni–ah…” Price felt the pressure against his taint, nudging beneath his balls, and then Nik’s big palm wrapped his cock, stroking in time with the slow roll of his hips. The friction walked the fine line of too much, but this wasn't entirely about pleasure. It was about ownership, just like Nik had promised. Nik was using Price's body as he wanted, choking it, restraining it, pleasuring it and taking pleasure from it. Price had no choice but to obey.
“I know you want more,” Nik said, his voice thick and low with lust. “But I will use your hole in private, where I can… mm, where I can take my time with you, where.. ahh, good boy… where no one can interrupt.”
Price panted, whimpered, subdued by the large hand at his throat, intoxicated by the power of Nik’s body rutting against him, his mind unable to focus on anything but the blind obedience demanded of him.
If he lifted his hands from the tiles he lost his one anchor to the world, he threw himself purely to Nik’s mercy, to keep him standing, to hold his body as he used it. Nik’s fist moved faster, thumb sweeping the precum from Price’s slit, squeezing on the upstroke with every slap of his hips against Price’s backside. Nik bit marks into his shoulder through low moans, and listening to Nik grow increasingly erratic, losing himself in dominating Price’s body, threatened to throw Price over the brink. “John, you’re so… good, ya mechtayu o tvoyem tele… mm, ah… hochyu tebya… yebanyi, ah!”
Nik pulled away and spun Price, pushing his back to the wall with a hand returning to his throat, their lips crushing together in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and a burning passion that stung. The fingers that had teased Price’s cock now took one of his wrists, pinning it to the cool tiles and then sliding up until they intertwined with Price’s. “Is this what you want—what you need, solnyshko?” Nik whispered into the bristles of Price’s beard, biting gently at the line of his jaw.
Price couldn’t speak. Words seemed impossible. Instead, he squeezed the hand in his and rolled his hips into Nik’s, tilting his head to capture Nik’s lips, his mouth yielding to the tongue that licked into it immediately. The hard line of Nik’s body trapping him to the wall, the feel of his thighs, the pelt of hair down his torso that Price was going to bury his face in later rubbing into his skin, slick with water and precum, the bite of Nik’s teeth in his throat, in the meat of his shoulder, it built to a dizzying, overwhelming crescendo. Price finally cried out, his knees giving way as his cock spilled between them. Nik held him up, one arm looping around Price’s waist as his cock twitched and spent in the curve of Nik’s hip.
”So good, John… look at you, kraséevyi…”
Nik lowered Price carefully to the floor, leaving him on his knees as he rose back to his full height, taking the back of Price’s head to feed his cock into the slack mouth awaiting it. Price felt like he was floating on air, his open hands turned up on his thighs, his shoulders and back slumped, and the velvet steel of Nik’s cock on his tongue felt like a divine fucking rite.
Nik was close; his balls drawn tight, teetering on the edge, and it took only a handful of thrusts into Price’s eager mouth before he was spending down his throat. Price’s eyes rolled back at the rich, musky taste of him, choking on it even as he lapped at the underside of Nik’s glans, his eyes watering, cum spilling over his lips and down his chin.
Two strong hands slipped around his head and held it, Nik’s forehead pressed to his, and they knelt in breathless silence under the torrent of hot water together, their tryst washed away and leaving only their quivering bodies as evidence of what had happened. Price had thought he was listless before, but now he was floating outside himself, the warm buzz burrowing deep into his bones, a dreamy calm blanketing his mind where before there had been anxious unease. He was so aware of every inch of his body, and every part of Nik touching him, every kiss that Nik pressed to his face; beneath his eyes, on his cheeks, his lips, his chin. Price had never felt anything like it, had never felt as close to another person as he did now, mentally, physically... fuck, emotionally. It was difficult to clutch onto a thought. All he wanted to do was sleep.
Price didn’t remember how they got back to his room, only the warm towel wrapped around his body and the soft fleece of his joggers, followed by the familiar comfort of his bunk and Nik’s heavy body pressed close in the quiet. He lashed out a hand and Nik caught it, guiding it down to his face where he kissed it gently. “Rest, I have you.”
I have you.
And Price trusted that he did.
It was so easy to give in to the heavy weight pulling him under.
Price slept heavier than he had in years, his body a deadweight against Nik’s chest, and when he surfaced the world returned in a thick fog. He saw the flickering red numbers of his alarm clock first—2200–fuck, when—had he? He had slept away the entire afternoon and evening. “Fu—ck.”
”Ahh, welcome back to the land of the living,” Nik said softly, and Price rolled over. It was difficult. The bunk was built for one man and Nik wasn’t exactly a small second. By the time Price had settled, he was so close their noses touched and his entire vision was consumed by sleepy brown eyes. “We need to talk, Jonathan.”
Price swallowed hard, his toes curling, his cheeks warming. “Yeah," he croaked, his throat raw. "Reckon we do.”