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#midlife crisis

Someone tries to grope Price at a military ball he and his husband Nik are attending and the huge Russian pilot comes off his rocker and knocks the offending guy clean out.

(John gratefully thanks him later by laying back on their hotel bed and taking all of Nik)

UGH, John being an aggressive little prick when he’s flustered is so him.

He does things without thinking sometimes, so one day when Nik decides to comment on his freckles he curses the man to the moon and back before leaving with his heart pounding out of his chest.

Nik finds it endearing too, likes to see the man get riled up at his comments and scream at him or get physical, and though Nik is stronger than John and can easily subdue him, giving him the illusion that he’s putting Nik in his place is fun to watch.

One day though, when Nik finally decides that he’s had enough of the sass and the insults, he’ll carry the sergeant all the way to his helicopter in the hangar, sit in the pilot seat, and make John ride his thigh until he’s a whining, whimpering mess.

Obsessing over the idea of AgeGap!NikPrice where Nik(32) meets Price(22) when he’s coming to assist on a mission and sees the sergeant mouthing off to his Captain with little fear and a lot of audacity and saying something about how he “looked like he had a tumor of his nose”(he’d broken it a few days ago), and that he should just “let him lead” because he wouldn’t be able to “see around his second head”(which earns him toilet duty later).

And from that day forward, the criminal pilot was infatuated with the snappy Brit. His confidence, his whit, especially his lack of care for authority. He was headstrong and mouthy, and he definitely had the strength to back it up, and Nikolai could admire that.

He didn’t start to love him until one day when he’d said something that got the sergeant riled up and punched him in the nose. Apparently, commenting on how pretty his eyes were was somewhat of a death wish in John’s world, but Nik soon thought otherwise when he caught the sergeant’s freckled ears turning red and his cheeks a light shade of pink.

..and I can’t bring myself to finish this.. ran out of ideas. Someone help me please!!!! @homosexualgirlandbags any ideas stinker?😓

I think that John has freckles and beauty marks on every inch of his skin, and when he and Nik are lying somewhere, the big Russian with gently kiss every freckle and every mole until John’s a giggling, squirming mess.

…

(And when they’re in bed together, Nik will keep John’s legs open and kiss those thick hairy thighs until he gets to the real prize.)

Cosmic brownies are fucking DELISH when no one’s in your ear telling you otherwise👌🏾🤤

Eating this up for my five-courser😋

I fear John serves too much cunt for him to not get into trouble for his sass when he's younger.

Just imagine with me for a second, a young faced John, standing next to a freshly promoted Kate Laswell. Even back then, she seemed to be the one tugging at his bitch vest whenever the man got too far. Didn't exactly help that he gets pissed off over the littlest things.

Someone insults his captain? Ends with John cursing the poor bastard to a corner with tears.

Some poor bloke got into the way of John whilst he was stressed? Laswell didn't even know there was a way to construct an English sentence like that.

Some foreigner bloke starts cursing him out in another language? John somehow manages to insult the man's mother through Google translate. With correct grammar too.

A guy picks a fight with John? Well, Laswell refuses to talk about the ending, so we'll never know.

His captain probably has more grays in his head dedicated to John. Laswell was sure she was gonna die of heart failure at an early age if she continues on with her smoking and being friends with John.

...Which was exactly the reason why she introduced Nikolai to John. Sure, it was bad that John had cracked the man's nose. But could you really blame her if that was the moment she sees Nikolai eyes light up in intrigue?

And in the days that followed, could you blame Laswell if she places John on patrol in the kinda places Nik would lurk around? She's just doing damage control for herself and his poor captain. She's innocent, your honour.

Fortunately for Laswell, it worked. Very well. Price finally calms his tits down for a second. And the first time she sees Price not immediately insult someone's entire bloodline over a little mistake (just their parents), she knew she succeeded.

Unfortunately for her, it worked too well. So we'll in fact that Nik didn't bother closing his heli whilst rutting into John.

She doesn't think she wants to ever recall the way she had locked eyes with Nik whilst the dirty old bastard (he's 7 years older than John damnit) clamps his hand over John's mouth.

Sigh.

She doesn't suppose she could control John's temper in the first place without the man taking it out on someone else's arse. Even if it was literal.

Oh well.

They were never ugly, they just never met your unrealistic standards of how someone’s “supposed” to look.

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.

Something something John gets kidnapped yada yada Nik goes fucking ballistic and flips the world on its ass just to find him blah blah blah.

One day after a mission gone terrifyingly wrong, John buries himself in his quarters and drinks away his sorrows, coincidentally having the same bottle his father had before he died as well. The bed was too high and too dangerous for a man in his state, so he moved to the floor and leaned against his bed.

As he leaned, he caught a glance of himself in the discarded beer bottle and nearly threw up at the sight, because staring back at him was his dead father, pale gray eyes looking at his son with disdain and a cold hand gripping his bottle of liquor.

John tried to move away from it, but being two.. no three..- four? bottles and a half smoked cigar in his sulking sesh made that difficult, and he soon fell back and hit his head, his vision spinning as he tried to compose himself.

Suddenly, he hears footsteps coming towards him and sees Nik his father pop into his vision with a scowl.

“Look at you Johnathan. I thought I raised you better than that.” Are you okay?

“What?” Johnathan muttered, brows furrowing as he tried to sit up again.

“Y’know, I was only five bottles in and yet here you are with four. You keep it up and you’ll be just like me.” Hey, take it slow. You are okay, you are safe.

“No I won’,” John slurred, breaths quickening. “Get away from me.”

Nik John Sr. got closer.

“Oh yes you will. As a matter of fact, you already are.” He smiled, teeth rotting and falling one by one. “This role fits you perfectly son. Like a glove. Like father like son.” Captain.

“I’m not like you.” John grumbled, eyes stinging and throat getting tighter.

John.

“I’ll never be like you.”

Johnathan.

“I’ll always be better than you, you good for nothin’ DRUNK!”

“JOHNATHAN!” Nik yelled, large hands cupping John’s face so their eyes could meet. “It’s me. Me, Nikolai. Not your father.”

John goes quiet for a while, staring up at the Russian in front of him with a look of bewilderment and shame, as if he were going to knock him in the head with a belt.

After a bit, his face fell and the stinging in his eyes intensified, to which Nik offered him his chest to shield him from the embarrassment of seeing him cry like a boy.

All could be talked about in the morning. But for now, all that is needed is some silence, a miracle, and some ibuprofen.