I Just Realized That I Didn’t Really Introduce Myself When I First Came Here And Just Started Writing

Mr. and Mrs. Smith but it’s NikPrice.

I think that Price has an unhealthy addiction to any sorting or organizing game.

When he first got a phone he didn’t really use it much because— what’s it good for except making calls and texting when needed, or reading the weather? But when he sees an ad for a game called Nuts Sort.. it was over from there.

Nik didn’t really mind when he saw his husband first playing it. In fact, he was happy that John was using his phone for something other than mundanity. But when he begins to play it in the middle of sleepless nights or when Nik’s trying to serenade him, the Russian begins to grow irritated because now that “stupid granny game”(as he’d call it) was taking up his love’s time and attention.

So.. if the game so happens to disappear from his phone the next day and Nik fucks him feverishly over their dresser to help him forget about the game forever then.. ah, who gives a shit right?

He’d fucked up.

He’d fucked up by thinking he could love, by thinking he could actually have something so warm and soft in his big calloused hands, by thinking he’d be able to shield and protect the soul that’d been bound to his ever since he met the man who carried it in a bar after a botched mission.

He fucked up when he let the man’s oblivious and quick-witted charm work its way into his— what he thought was dead— heart, when he got his contact info and the two stayed on the phone from dusk to dawn seven days a week.

He fucked up when he showed his helicopter to him for the first time, let a sliver of himself and his passions show to the blue eyed brit and almost burst with happiness when it was accepted and praised instead of shunned.

He fucked up sticking around for so many years and getting to know the man inside and out; what made him tick, what expression or gesture meant what emotion, what he liked and disliked, what got him to sing his name like a praise,. It was all a mistake.

Because now, here he was with that same man’s upper body cradled to his torso and his head pressed into his chest, hands desperately trying to hold together his temple and put back pieces of his skull which was splattered on what felt like every surface it could reach.

“Милый. Мой мир».” Nik muttered, voice uncharacteristically shaky and pained as he pressed his forehead to John’s. “Мне очень жаль. Джонатан, прости меня.”

Blue eyes stared up at him in response, though where they once held light, now held a cold dullness.

He’d fucked up by opening his heart, especially with the enemies he’s made throughout the years. And now, he’s forced to live with the consequences of daring to bring something precious into the cruel reality.

If Price were an insect, I’d think he’d be a moth of some sort. Like, the fluffy ones with the big fluffy bodies and the large wings and huge eyes that you can stare into. And he’d snuggle up close to the stem of a succulent plant and sleep there because it has good shade.

If Nik were an insect, I think he’d be a big ass beetle. And not the ones with the round bodies and round heads, but the ones with the horns on their faces and spikes shooting from their torsos, and the semi-long legs that can’t quite move as fast but will get there with enough wrath and mischief. He’d snuggle beside a fluffymoth!Price, right under a huge fluffy wing, and go to sleep in the pot of that weird succulent plant.

I like to think that when Price gets mad, he gets petty.

Oh, Gaz wants to switch his sugar out for salt? Seasonings of any kind are banned for a month.

Soap locked him out while it was raining? He’ll stand at attention outside during a thunderstorm until Price gets tired of looking at him.

Ghost hid a pack of his favorite cigars? He’ll hide his toothpaste, toothbrush, hygiene products, basically everything, and make him hunt for it.

But when Nik upsets him to the point where he doesn’t even want to talk it out, he’ll ban him to the couch until he gets sick at the lack of physical touch and huddles beside his husband on the small space.

I need to see a thing about John getting bent over his own desk and fucked dumb by Nik until he’s babbling nonsense and his legs are shaking while Nik whispers dirty degrading things in his ear.

You can’t convince me that pre-Captain Price didn’t have the iconic early-2000’s spiky hair look when he was a sergeant or still in highschool.

And trust me, he was the shit(and made sure everyone knew it too).

Alright, so where the shit is my package..

I wanna post smth before Christmas but can’t think of anything😩😩 any ideas??

Maybe sassing off to Nik when he was already annoyed wasn’t the best idea.. Or at least that’s what John thinks as he cums for the..- what, fifth time now? Maybe sixth if the dirty praises that are spilling from his lover’s mouth is anything to go by.

He didn’t mean to sass off to Nik. He didn’t even know the man was in a bad mood to begin with.

John is what most call a ‘Jack of All Trades’. He’s smart, quick-witted, and is almost painfully resourceful and creative in desperate times. But his one flaw is the fact that he can be so, so oblivious at times. So much so that you just have to take a breath before trying to explain what it was you were talking about before.

This also means that sometimes he has a hard time reading a person, especially when he’s already focused on something. So when a not too pleased Nikolai comes in his office after a hundred failed attempts at fixing his helicopter’s engine to ask him something and John responds with a sassy quip, it sets off a reaction in the huge Russian.

Now the captain is in Nik’s helicopter with his back to the glass as the pilot fucks up into him at a rapid pace, keeping one large hand on the door while another is holding John in place to keep him from squirming.

“N-Nik!”

“Тихий.”

“English you bloody- ah!”

Is this the ninth or tenth time he’s cum?

“Keep sassing me and I will prolong our.. playtime.” Nik threatens with a glare before he slams into John again, emptying himself completely before starting up again at a slow pace.

John’s seeing stars at this point as a hand tries to grab onto something behind him but slides off the fogged window. Nik grabs it and pins it above his head.

“Дерьмо.” Nik curses as he feels John clench around him. “Just like that любовь, stop being a brat and take what I give you.”

“Nik..” John pants, blue eyes soft and hazy as they roll back with each thrust from the Russian. Said Russian shuts the babbling Brit up with a sloppy kiss as he begins to thrust faster and deeper, swallowing each gasp and moan that was punched out of John.

A few more rounds later and Nik finally lets John down, stepping back to survey his work as his lover tried to balance himself on shaky legs, hands gripping the door tightly.

“Fuck. Were you tryna bloody kill me Nik?”

“Нет.”

“Fuckin’ feels like it.” John says with a roll of his eyes as he focuses on steadying himself, trying his best to ignore the spend dripping down his thighs and into the floor.

“Is that more sass I am hearing?” Nik asks, and John snaps his eyes up just in time to see him already walking over, face reddening as the Russian leaned down to his ear. “It seems as if we have more.. work to do.”

..it was gonna be a long afternoon.