Wolves Part III: Stepan & Miron

5.

After such an enervating day, neither wanted to cook. They pulled some ready made food from the larder and fridge, to eat it in the lounge. The sofa was comfortable and large, with footstools to stretch their tall limbs out and to relax. They put the bowls and plates between them on a platter. Stepan switched through the channels on the tv, until he found something interesting enough. They both tried to read the Dutch subtitles, matching it with the English words, but it made no sense at all. It was even harder because they barely heard Dutch. Even the Wolves usually spoke English, with or without accents, because so many of them were from different countries.

After a few hours, Stepan yawned with strength. “I’m done with today,” he said. “Let’s do the dishes tomorrow… I’m going to bed.”

“I’m joining you…” Miron collected the used plates, to bring it to the kitchen, while Stepan switched off the tv and lights. “Oh right, we have a dishwasher… Eh, can’t be bothered.”

“Tomorrow,” Stepan said from the hall. “Oh, do you have that card Tommy gave you? With that web address of that jeweler? I want to take a quick look at it.”

They took the smartphones with them to the bedroom. After brushing their teeth and undressing, they stepped in bed without discussing the side they would take. Miron was more than happy to curl up, deeply under the duvet, enjoying the freshness and soft pillow. His eyes drooped shut almost instantly, and he fell in a deep sleep.

He woke up many hours later, sitting upright and utterly confused. It took a fair while to calm down. A warm lamp flicked on, and he looked at the other side of the bed, finding Stepan looking at him. “Hey,” Miron sighed, feeling relieved.

“Hey… You need therapy, you know that, don’t you?”

Miron nodded. “Yes.” He rubbed his face and took a few deep breaths. “Be back in a moment.”

Stepan sat up in the pillows, when he returned from the bathroom. “Do you remember your dreams? You mumble a lot before you wake up, but I have no idea what you are saying. You sound rather angry, though.”

“No, I don’t really remember any details,” Miron said softly. He crawled back in, closer against Stepan than before. His friend pulled him even closer, comforting him with an arm around his shoulders and a kiss on his hair. “I guess it’s just because of my repressed feelings and being forced to hide myself, all the time…”

“Probably, yes. We left in time, didn’t we? I mean, perhaps we should have done it earlier, but definitely not later.”

“Mh… Maybe. I am glad we took this leap, that’s for sure.” Feeling much better, lying so close against his warm friend, Miron closed his eyes. Stepan switched the light off, crawled down a bit, but didn’t let go of his hold. The rest of the night was calm and without nightmares.

*

“We could go running…” Stepan was sitting at the kitchen table, playing with the cellphone, and while he suggested it, he made no attempt at getting in motion. “We should keep up our condition and shape…”

“We have a gym,” Miron shrugged. “There are many ways to keep up our shape. What are you doing with that thing the whole time?”

“Trying to distract myself. I have been looking at Fox’ website. We have to visit that shop, you know. It looks amazing and Pat makes gorgeous rings.”

With a dry chuckle, Miron pushed away from the countertop. “You really want to make a statement, don’t you? And why do you need distraction so badly? Are you bored?”

Stepan dropped the phone. “No, bored isn’t the right word…” As Miron left the kitchen, he followed. His friend dropped on the sofa, spreading out. They were only wearing sweatpants and Miron’s crept down a bit when he crawled in the corner. Stepan licked his lips. “I need distraction from that,” he gestured vaguely. He leaned on one knee, next to Miron, and grunted as he reached out and touched the flat, hairless stomach. “Gods, I have fantasized about you so often,” he confessed hoarsely, “I can barely believe you are here with me, accessible and available.”

“You dared to fantasize?” Miron asked in disbelief. “I have always been afraid they could hear my thoughts or something like that. I tried not to think about sex. Ever.”

Stepan blinked. “Really? Wow. You have issues, my darling. Well… No one is able to hear your thoughts, and even if they could, they wouldn’t be bothered.” His hands slipped under Miron’s butt, and he pulled the pants down some more. “I so admire that bum of yours,” he sighed. Slowly, he revealed the front as well. A moan escaped him. “After thirteen years of platonic love, I am dying to have a good taste of you,” he mumbled.

For a moment, Miron wondered what his friend meant. Meanwhile, his pants were pulled off completely. He understood Stepan’s plans rather quickly, and arched up with a soft cry as his cock got engulfed in the wet, hot mouth of his lover. He grabbed the head to push it off of him, but Stepan wasn’t willing to budge. The man pushed him down, wrapped an arm around his waist to keep him in place, and used his free hand to jerk him while he sucked the head of his ever growing arousal. “Stepan, please! Stop!” They had opened the curtains, it was broad daylight, and they were stark naked and involved in gay sex. It was too much for Miron. But still, the pleasure overwhelmed him. He threw his head in his neck and cried out again, tears rolling from his eyes. His fingers dug into the cushions as if he tried to brace himself. But instinctively, he spread his legs and pushed his hips up, allowing Stepan even better access to the most private and secret parts of his body.

Stepan hummed pleased, still stroking the now wet cock. He looked at the presented body, leaned deeper down, and licked slowly along the notch. Now Miron wasn’t protesting or struggling anymore, he let go of his firm hold around the waist. Speeding up his stroking hand, he pressed his middle finger against the pink, virgin anus, and pushed through the taut ring of muscle.

Miron uttered a shocked cry. His rectum contracted hard around the intruder, but it wasn’t painful. It felt strange, new, warm and intimate. Stepan licked his notch again, wetting his finger, making it easier to move in and out. The friction was delicious. Miron relaxed significantly and sighed instead of protested. “Oh wow…”

For now, Stepan didn’t try to add more to all those sensations. He sucked the cock again, bobbing his head up and down, matching the rhythm with both hands. His finger could move a lot easier as the muscle got used to being massaged, and he sped up his pace. Even when Miron cried out his name, he didn’t pull back. He sucked even harder, catching the hard squirts on his tongue, and swallowed every drop. Only then, he pulled his hand back. He kissed the spongy head and licked up the final drops. “Mm… That didn’t disappoint,” he mumbled pleased.

Heart thumping, Miron couldn’t reply for quite a while. “Damn,” he eventually breathed. “Incredible.”

“Pull your legs up,” Stepan said, kneeling between them. He was masturbating fervently, his dick pointing at the spread ass. It didn’t take long to come. He aimed at the notch, pushing his spurting erection against the taut entrance, making it wet and dirty. He slipped inside, but only briefly, and grunted as he finished off. “I can’t wait to fuck you, baby,” he groaned as he fell on his butt, with Miron’s legs wrapped around his hips.

Miron pushed up and pulled him between his arms, to give him a deep kiss. “I’m secretly looking forward to it,” he whispered.