Page 37 of Ascendent
“You have been selected by NASA to become an astronaut. They do not take anybody. And, I did not pull any strings to get you accepted. I only asked to apply for you on behalf of Russia. But they picked you because ofyou. Of who you are and what you’ve done.”
Sasha’s flush deepened, spread down to his neck, disappeared beneath the neckline of his shirt.
There were so many things he wanted to ask Sasha still. He wanted to know more about growing up in the Arctic, about what he’d done as a boy. What games he’d played, how he passed the time. Who was his first crush? His first kiss. He wanted to know everything, dive into Sasha’s mind and understand him like he could see through Sasha’s eyes, live inside of his bones.
But, patience. The greatest warrior of all. He would take his time.
They’d made progress on the physical front, at least. Every night, Sasha tumbled into bed with him, sucking and thrusting and writhing their way to shared release. Sasha was getting more comfortable with Sergey’s body, with exploring him, with taking his time with their passion. He was getting more comfortable enjoying himself, embracing his desires, and reaching for Sergey. Letting his body feel.
Sergey nosed Sasha, brushed their lips together. Smiled, and felt Sasha smile against him. Their lips met. Met again.
They came together slowly, trading kisses as they brought their bodies together, suckling each new patch of revealed skin. Twenty kisses across Sasha’s hips, his belly. A gentle hickey left over his ribs. Slow nibbles down Sasha’s thigh, a kiss to the inside of his knee. Sasha chased him, and they rolled in front of the fire, Sergey shedding his clothes as Sasha tried to kiss every inch of his fire-warmed skin.
When their naked bodies pressed together, Sasha seemed warm. The chill in his skin had fled. Sergey saw sweat prickling the top of his lip, the swell of his shoulders, his arms.
Sasha pressed him down into the carpet. Sergey loved this, loved feeling Sasha over him around him. He wanted Sasha all the time, wanted his presence, his strength. He was weak in Sasha’s hands, completely open to Sasha’s desires. He wanted everything, absolutely everything. Sasha stroked Sergey’s cock with one hand. It was already slick with Sasha’s saliva. His nerves were tingling, every one of them singing Sasha’s praises, desperate for more of his lover.
“Roll over.” Sasha’s voice was husky. His eyes were shooting stars. One of his hands grabbed a handful of Sergey’s ass.
Sergey’s breath stuttered, skipped. Was it happening? Was Sasha going to make love to him in front of the fire? He was ready, he was more than ready. He wanted Sasha sobadly.
He rolled over so fast he felt himself blush. He hid his face and spread his legs.
He heard Sasha curse. Hands stroked down his back. Spread his ass cheeks.
Sasha’s tongue pressed against his hole. Wet heat, and then suction. The probe of his tongue, flicking over his edges. Searching, exploring, tasting. Sergey groaned. He arched his back, pushed into Sasha’s tongue. He wanted more. He wanted Sasha’s tongue in his hole. He wanted Sasha’s cock inside his ass. He wanted it all.
Sasha wouldn’t be rushed. He seemed to spend hours with his face buried in Sergey’s ass, licking him open, until Sergey thought he’d been turned inside out. He pushed back against Sasha, tried to ride his tongue, chase his lips. Sobbed into the carpet. Desperation made his toes curl, made his fingers clutch the carpet fibers and yank. “Sasha, please!”
Finally, Sasha pulled back. Sergey almost wept as he heard him spit into his hand, stroke his cock. He spread his legs. Looked over his shoulder. He wanted to see Sasha’s face, look into his eyes as they came together. His toes braced against the floor. Sasha’s cock brushed his ass cheek. The head stroked over his hole. He pushed back. At last he would feel Sasha where he’d most wanted––
Panic streaked across Sasha’s expression. His eyes went wide, and he cursed, gasped, curled around himself. He pitched forward, one hand landing next to Sergey’s shoulder.
Hot come spilled on the curve of Sergey’s ass. Dripped down the cleft, over his hole.
His jaw dropped. He stared over his shoulder at Sasha.
Sasha’s devastated gaze found his. “I’m so sorry.” Mortification burned across his features, a fuchsia flush that crawled across every inch of his skin. “I––”
Well, they’d rocketed from one problem to the other nicely. Sergey had to appreciate the irony. Sasha first couldn’t get going with him, and then finished without him. He rolled beneath Sasha and wrapped his hands around Sasha’s neck. Pulled him down into a deep kiss. His cock, painfully hard, pressed against Sasha’s belly.
Sasha kissed him as Sergey ground his cock upward. Sasha broke away, growling, and slithered down Sergey’s body. His lips closed around Sergey’s cock and his tongue swirled down his shaft. Sergey pressed his hand to the side of Sasha’s face, feeling the hollow of his cheeks, his lips, the slide of his cock in and out of Sasha’s mouth. He wasn’t going to last long. He’d been too far gone already after Sasha’s feast on his ass.
He bucked into Sasha’s mouth, gripped his hair and tugged before he tumbled over the edge. Sasha groaned as he swallowed, as he licked Sergey clean. Sergey flopped back onto the carpet, spent, limp, and boneless.
Sasha hovered between his legs, staring just past Sergey’s head. He shifted. Looked away.
“Come here,Sashunya.” Sergey tugged. Sasha collapsed beside him, his wide eyes chagrined, but his hands reaching for Sergey’s, seeming to want to touch, to hold.
“I’m sorry.” Sasha’s voice was rough, as it always was after sucking Sergey. “I was too excited––”
“I’m flattered.” Winking, Sergey kissed the corner of Sasha’s mouth. “Truly, I am.”
“We’re cursed.” Worries built in Sasha’s gaze. “I’mcursed. I’m a terrible lover.”
Sergey kissed Sasha’s pout. “You are very far from terrible. And all great things are worth the wait. We’re going to be phenomenal together. I can feel it.”
Sasha tried to glare, but he wilted after only a moment. He nuzzled Sergey back and rolled into his side, tangling their legs and arms together as their foreheads touched. “I’ve never talked about Norilsk before.”
